Evan

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Tyler – Part 20

The sun barely broke through the gap in the curtains that had been drawn across the single high window and the pane of glass in the door was too thin and frosted to let much light through, meaning it was almost completely dark as Tyler put his hand over Joe's mouth to muffle his groans and pushed his dick into Joe's hole, prying it open.

Joe whimpered and moaned as Tyler's dick slid into him, pressing against the walls of his ass, filling him so completely, and he sank his teeth into the palm of Tyler's hand to stop himself screaming as the cock sliced through him, plunging into his depths in a single movement.

Tyler was on auto-pilot behind Joe. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the world around him as he withdrew his dick and then rammed it straight back into Joe's ass, not giving him the time to recover as he started fucking him hard. He had the one hand clamped over Joe's mouth while the other held on to Joe's hip as he thrust forward and pulled back, using his grip on Joe's body to slam Joe onto his cock. Their skin slapped together and Tyler's hips bounced off of Joe's plump ass cheeks as he hammered into him.

He couldn't believe they were actually doing it. They were both still almost fully clothed; Tyler's pants were open at the front, the button popped, the zipper down, the waistband of his boxer-briefs tucked under his balls, freeing his dick, while Joe's pants were simply pulled down at the back past his ass to give Tyler access to his hole. Their bags were on the desk beside them and they were surrounded by all kinds of audio visual equipment. On the other side of the wall they could hear locker doors being slammed shut and the faint voices of those who walked down the hall toward their next class.

The slapping of their skin colliding as Tyler continued to thrust sounded so loud in the relative silence of the room that Tyler was worried someone would hear it and would come to investigate. He pushed into Joe again, going as deep as he could and then stepped in so his chest was pressed against Joe's back, their legs touching, and he held Joe even closer as he pivoted his hips, still driving his dick deep into Joe without the harsh slapping sounds.

Joe threw his body back into Tyler's and moaned almost constantly as Tyler's dick went to work on his insides, grazing against the walls of his ass, brushing against his prostate and manipulating his sphincter. He had felt like he was going crazy without Tyler's dick inside him and had begged Tyler to fuck him again, but now that Tyler had snapped and was giving him what he wanted he felt like he was in danger of being driven truly insane as the cock pushed so many buttons inside him he was sure it would overload his brain and kill him.

Tyler continued with a single goal in mind, to shoot his load up Joe's ass. He was so turned on but at the same time he was also as angry as he had ever been. After they had fucked in his car the previous week Tyler had thought they had come to an understanding but, as the days began to pass once again and they couldn't find the right time to be alone, Joe's desperation returned and he seemed willing to take more and more risks to make sure Tyler knew what he wanted.

The first time Tyler had really been tempted had been the day before when they were in a bathroom together, both peeing at a urinal. Joe had looked down at Tyler's cock and had suggested they lock themselves in a cubicle for a while. Tyler still couldn't believe that Joe would be so open about wanting to get fucked, especially since he still claimed to be straight, but there he was, walking into a stall, beckoning Tyler to join him. If it hadn't been for a kid coming through the door to interrupt them he would have probably followed Joe and fucked him there and then.

Instead he had walked away and left Joe with blue balls, or blue ass if there was such a thing, and they hadn't been able to get together after school because Joe had started a new shift at his job at the local car dealership, valeting and detailing cars for some of the wealthier people in town. That didn't stop Joe from sending a couple of pictures to Tyler later when he was in bed. Tyler had shot a huge load all over himself looking at the shots of Joe's big cock and his firm ass, knowing he too didn't want to wait much longer before their next fuck. They had to figure something out.

What he hadn't expected was that the next morning Joe would arrive at school prepared. When they were stood at their lockers, putting away the books they didn't need for their morning classes, Joe had opened his backpack and showed Tyler what was inside.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Tyler had asked under his breath. "You brought lube to school?"

"I wanted to be ready," Joe said. "Just in case..."

Tyler shook his head in disbelief. "What if someone finds it? What if it drops out of your bag in class? How will you explain that?"

"You think we're the only ones who jerk off?" Joe asked. "No one would know what it's really for. It's not like I've got a box of condoms with me."

"You think that makes it better?" Tyler scoffed. "Leave it in your locker. I'm not going to fuck you at school, Joe. It's too dangerous."

Joe hadn't left it in his locker and Tyler hadn't kept his word. They had been walking down the corridor between their third and fourth periods, the hallway almost empty because they had been let out early having nothing left to learn before finals the following week, when Joe walked in front of Tyler, his hands in his pockets, pulling his pants tight around his ass, while his bag was open slightly so Tyler could see the bottle of lube inside. No one else would have noticed what Joe was doing or what was in his bag but Tyler's eyes zeroed right in on the lube and then down at Joe's ass and he couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed Joe into the audio visual store room filled with TVs, projectors and all of the equipment they didn't have permanently in every classroom and they quickly found the darkest corner possible.

"You really want to get fucked?" Tyler growled.

"Yeah," Joe gasped, nodding. "I need it."

Tyler grabbed Joe and kissed him hard, shoving his tongue into Joe's mouth.

When they pulled apart, Tyler gasped, "Fuck! We shouldn't be doing this. It's too risky. What if someone finds us?"

"We'll just have to be quick," Joe said, reaching out to grab Tyler's hard cock, which was pushing against his pants, trying to get out. "No messing around, no blowjobs, no kissing, just fuck me."

"Okay, but remember you asked for this," Tyler stated, his mind thinking of nothing but where his dick was going to be in a few short seconds.

He took the lead, pulling the lube from Joe's backpack before he tossed the bag next to his own on a desk. He then put his hands on Joe's shoulders and spun him around, pushing him forward so he had to brace himself on another desk as Tyler pulled the back of Joe's pants down to expose his ass and then quickly pulled open his own pants, his hard cock springing up into the air.

He wasted no time in pouring some lube into his hand to spread over Joe's hole, getting it nice and slick, and then he slathered some over his cock until it shone even in the darkness.

"Are you ready?" Tyler asked.

"Just fuck me," Joe begged as the bell rang to signal the end of third period.

Knowing they didn't have long, Tyler covered Joe's mouth and pushed his cock inside him in one quick movement, bottoming out instantly as Joe bit down on his hand to muffle a scream. The tight ass felt so good on his dick that Tyler almost didn't care if someone walked into the room and spotted them, he wouldn't stop fucking it.

With that being said, he was wary of the fact that one of the teachers could walk in at any moment, needing something for their next class, but he needed to block out that thought and focus on what was happening with Joe so he closed his eyes, gripped on and drove his cock harder into his best friend, immediately going to work, fucking him hard.

He pulled Joe back onto his cock, driving his own hips forward to meet Joe's ass so their skin slapped together. As voices became audible outside the room the sound of the slapping seemed to grow louder and Tyler realized someone might hear them so he thrust hard into Joe, burying himself deep and he stepped up, pressing his body almost completely against Joe's so that he was still thrusting, still rotating his hips quickly to fuck Joe's ass but there was almost no sound now besides his slick cock sliding back and forth through Joe's hole.

Joe pushed back against Tyler, wanting and needing the fuck so bad. He wasn't thinking about what would happen if they got caught or what it would mean for them or their lives outside of the classroom, he was focused solely on the dick inside him and how good it felt.

Tyler thought he could make out the words "Fuck me" repeatedly as Joe moaned into his hand but he didn't want to risk letting his hand slip from Joe's lips in case Joe called out and someone discovered them. To stop himself from moaning he bit his own lip and buried his face in Joe's neck, drilling him as hard as he could in the position, needing to cum so badly.

It didn't take long for Tyler to feel the familiar tingling in his balls so he kept up the rhythm and then bit down hard on Joe's shoulder as his cock twitched and unloaded in Joe's ass, firing four big shots deep into him, followed by another two that trickled from the tip, milked out by the clenching of Joe's ass as he came too.

Holding still for only a moment, Tyler quickly remembered where he was and pulled his cock out of Joe's ass. He glanced around and saw one of Joe's t-shirts sticking out of his bag so he grabbed it and used it to wipe off his dick, throwing it at Joe as he tucked himself into his pants and zipped back up.

"Fuck... I can't believe we just did that," Tyler gasped. "What if someone had caught us?"

"They didn't," Joe panted, still bent over the desk.

"But they could have, that's the point. We can't take the risk. What were you thinking?" Tyler asked.

Joe stood up and pulled his pants back up. "What was I thinking? You didn't exactly say no, Ty. I didn't have to drag you into it. In fact you were the one who shoved me in here and pulled my pants down."

"Yeah, because you were showing your damn ass off to me and had the lube pretty much sticking out of your bag," Tyler exclaimed. "What was I meant to do?"

"You could have walked away," Joe declared. "You could have said no. But you didn't because you wanted it just as much as I did. You started this and there's no stopping it now. I needed to get fucked. I needed to feel you cum inside me. Shit, Ty, I came in my pants without touching myself it felt so good."

Tyler looked down to see a wet patch forming on the front of Joe's pants. He had no idea how Joe was going to cover that up or explain it away without embarrassing himself or letting everyone know what had happened. Would the cum load he had shot up Joe's ass make the same kind of patch when it started leaking out of him?

"We've got to be more careful," Tyler said. "We need to figure something out that works for both of us where we won't get caught. We can't just fuck on the side of the road or in a damn classroom, Joe. You know I'd fuck you every day if I could but one day our luck will run out and someone will see us."

"I know," Joe agreed. "Do you think I want it this way? I never dreamed that I'd get fucked even once, Ty, so believe me I didn't think I'd ever crave it so bad that I wouldn't care where I get fucked as long as I get what I need."

Tyler stared at Joe for a long moment, letting those words sink in. The longer they held eye contact the more Tyler felt like giving Joe what he needed again. Their faces inched closer together.

"Fuck!" Tyler gasped, pulling his head away. "We can't do this."

Before Joe could say anything Tyler had grabbed his bag off the desk and was heading for the door. He paused only for a moment as he reached for the door handle.

"Stay in here for a minute in case anyone sees me leave," Tyler said. He pulled the door open and walked out into the hallway, quickly closing the door behind him.

Tyler breathed a sigh of relief when no one seemed to notice him appear out of the room. He started to walk down the hall.

"Hey Tyler, wait up," someone called.

Tyler's body went stiff at the sound of the voice but even more so when the big arm landed on his shoulder and he turned his head to look into those now familiar blue eyes.

"Erm... Hey Cody..." Tyler stammered.

"What's up, dude?" Cody asked.

"I'm good," Tyler nodded, swallowing hard.

"I bet you are. What were you doing in that store room?" Cody grinned, raising his eyebrows.

"Erm... Nothing... I was just... I was... looking for something," Tyler bumbled, hating that along with the situation Cody also made him nervous and he sounded like an idiot.

"Between whose legs?" Cody smirked.

"What?" Tyler screeched as his eyes went wide. He felt like he would either pass out or throw up. "I didn't... It's not..."

Cody chuckled, "Why else would you sneak into a room no one ever uses? You didn't just lose something in there, you went looking for something... and I think you found it."

"No, I just..." Tyler started but Cody interrupted him.

"Who was it?" Cody grinned.

"No one," Tyler shot back a little too quickly.

"No one? Really?" Cody asked. "So if I walk back to that door right now and push it open there'll be no one behind it? Let's see, shall we?"

Cody slipped his arm from around Tyler's shoulder and turned around, walking toward the store room that Joe was still inside.

"NO!" Tyler panicked. He grabbed Cody's arm and yanked on it so hard he almost pulled Cody off his feet as he dragged him away from the room.

Once Cody regained his footing and was steady on his feet he started laughing and pushed Tyler down the hall. Tyler didn't know why he let Cody guide him when he should have been trying to get away from him but he let the older boy lead him to a doorway, only regretting it when he was pushed out into a small section of the school yard between two buildings. There was no one else there and Tyler suddenly felt like he was trapped.

"So who was it?" Cody smiled, feeling a sense of triumph from Tyler's earlier reaction.

Tyler turned to look at Cody and he knew instantly that Cody knew something but he didn't know what or how much, almost positive Cody didn't know it had been Joe in the room with him so he made one last attempt to defend himself, "I was alone."

"Yeah right..." Cody laughed. He stepped towards Tyler, closing the gap between them. "Your face is flushed. There's sweat on your forehead. If you get that just from jerking off I'm impressed. Besides..." Cody leaned in and inhaled deeply. "You smell like sex. Trust me, I know."

Tyler's heart nearly exploded in his chest when he heard Cody say those words. Did he really smell of sex? If Cody could smell it then others probably would too. Oh God, if he knew it was Joe in the room with him...

"I don't know what you're talking about," Tyler replied far too quickly and in a tone that told Cody everything he wanted to know. He immediately closed his eyes and cursed himself.

"Relax, bro," Cody smiled, placing his hand on Tyler's shoulder. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Do you know how many guys would love to be getting some, period, let alone at school? Most would kill for that."

"That doesn't mean I want everyone to know about it," Tyler blurted out, knocking Cody's hand away.

The smile on Cody's face got even bigger. "So you were fucking someone..."

"What?" Tyler exclaimed, his eyes meeting Cody's. "I thought you..."

"I didn't know anything," Cody grinned. "Not for sure. I do now."

"Motherfucker..." Tyler gasped. He pushed Cody backwards.

Cody laughed again but stepped back up to Tyler, "So, tell me, who did you just fuck?"

Tyler was silent for a moment, trying to think. Was Cody playing games with him or did he really not know who he was in that room with? If he didn't that meant his and Joe's secret was still safe and he could pretend it had been someone else but he needed to know for sure first without saying anything that could expose them.

"Like you don't know..." Tyler said, looking into Cody's eyes. He tried to stay calm even though inside his whole body tensed with fear and he was terrified of the answer that might come out of Cody's mouth.

"I don't..." Cody replied.

Tyler could see from Cody's expression that he was telling the truth about that and he felt an instant wave of relief wash over him but there was something else in the look on Cody's face that said he wasn't done talking so Tyler remained silent.

"I only saw you coming out of that room. I didn't go in. Unlike you I don't walk in on people having sex," Cody continued, looking Tyler in the eyes. "Or stick around to watch for a while. Did you like what you saw when you watched me fuck that girl?"

Tyler swallowed hard and held Cody's gaze. He didn't know how to respond to that question. He didn't think Cody had seen him. Suddenly he forgot all about what he had just done with Joe, his mind flashing back to the night of the pool party when Cody was fucking the girl up against the sink in the downstairs bathroom. His eyes hadn't been on the girl, they had been on Cody's strong body and his muscular ass. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, rapidly moving towards his eye. He was sure Cody saw it.

"I think you did," Cody stated. He stepped in closer to Tyler. "Was it because of the girl? Or because of me?"

The two stared at each other for what felt like forever with neither of them talking. Tyler felt a desperate urge to flee. That was the most direct question Cody had ever asked and he felt like there was no good way to answer it. If he denied it too strongly Cody would know he was lying. If he confirmed it he was telling Cody that he liked guys and it would change everything.

The words that finally came out of Tyler's mouth surprised him, "What about Damien?"

"What?" Cody gasped, taken aback.

"I saw what happened at the motel too," Tyler elaborated, feeling bold.

"Oh fuck..." Cody muttered. "Look, Ty..."

Before Cody could finish his sentence the door to the building swung open and a voice called out.

"Yo, Cody, what the hell you doing out here, man? We've got class with Mrs McBitchTits. If we don't get there before the bell she'll make us sit up front with those two queers again."

Cody's entire body stiffened when he heard his friend Michael's voice and his eyes immediately met Tyler's with a look that bordered on fear. He was pleading with Tyler to say nothing. Tyler gave a single nod and Cody closed his eyes, relief washing over his face as he quickly turned away and followed Michael into the building.

Tyler was trying to make sense of what he had just seen, of the way Cody had reacted when he brought up Damien's name, and even more so by the way he acted when Michael showed up, becoming almost submissive, when the bell for his next class rang and he quickly headed inside, not wanting to be late.

At lunch Joe was nowhere to be seen. Tyler sat down with his friends and began to eat his food. His ears were listening to the conversation going on around him and he even replied and joined in but his eyes stared constantly at the door, expecting Joe to walk through it at any moment but he never did.

When he finished his food he excused himself to use the bathroom, putting his empty tray on the trolley as he left. As soon as he was out of the cafeteria he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Joe asking where he was. He had wanted to text him while he had been sitting at the table but he was afraid someone might see what he was typing and would start asking questions.

The sixty seconds it took for Joe's reply to come through were possibly the longest of Tyler's life while he waited to hear that his best friend was okay. When the message arrived and he opened it he had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud.

"I'm at home," Joe replied, "Just got out of the shower and changed my shorts. Fuck that was a mistake, Ty. I had to sit through that whole damn English class with your cum dripping out of my ass. I was sitting in a fucking puddle by the end of it. The back of my pants were soaked. So was the front. Never again."

Tyler smiled and fired off a quick reply as he walked down the hall away from the cafeteria. "You say that now. Just wait until you're desperate for it again. ;P"

Joe's reply was immediate, "Fuck you! We're gonna have to start using condoms or you'll have to pull out. You wouldn't be laughing if it happened to you."

Tyler headed outside into the parking lot as he typed his next message. "Maybe you should show me..."

He was at his car, unlocking the door when the reply came through, "Wait... You mean I should fuck you?"

Tyler quickly climbed into his car so no one would see the rapidly growing boner in his pants from just the thought of getting fucked by Joe. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined himself on his back with Joe on top of him, ready to take Joe's big dick. His cock was throbbing.

"Maybe..." he replied.

It took Joe almost two minutes to reply, during which Tyler sat silently, his hand on his cock, gently massaging the head through his pants. When the screen lit up to tell him he had a new message he felt butterflies in his stomach. He opened the message.

"Is it weird if I say I don't want to?" Joe replied. "When I think about fucking someone I picture a girl. When I think about you you're always on top of me. I like what we have going."

Tyler re-read the message three times, absorbing the words. Joe didn't want to fuck him because he liked being the bottom. Tyler didn't know whether to feel disappointed or aroused. As long as he got to keep fucking Joe what did it matter?

He was just about to send a reply when his passenger door opened and Cody slid into the seat beside him.

"Cody?" Tyler gasped as Cody shut the door behind him. "What are you...?"

"Stop talking," Cody demanded, cutting Tyler off. "I don't know what you think you saw at that motel with me and Damien but it didn't happen, okay?"

"Okay..." Tyler answered, confused and still somewhat shaken by Cody's sudden appearance.

"What the fuck were you even doing there?" Cody asked. "Your room was at the other end of the building."

Tyler sat in stunned silence, trying to process everything that he was hearing. It didn't make sense. The other end of the building? Wait... Did he mean when they were back in their room after they had been with the girl downstairs? What had happened?

Just as Tyler was about to reply, Cody spotted Michael walking towards them. "Shit, I've got to go. We'll talk later."

Cody was out of the car before the last word even reached Tyler's ears. Tyler felt like a tornado had blown through and had knocked all of the wind out of him. He sat silently thinking to himself, going through every scenario of what might have happened, until the bell rang to end lunch and resume the school day.

When Joe didn't return for the rest of the day, Tyler found himself alone in his final class, sitting in silence, unable to concentrate on whatever the teacher said as his mind wondered both to his best friend and to what might have happened in Cody and Damien's motel room. There was only one thing that came to mind but he couldn't believe Damien would go there. Then again he never thought Joe would stray over that line either and he was at home washing Tyler's cum out of his ass. Anything could happen behind closed doors.

The class was dismissed before the final bell and Tyler didn't stick around to talk to anyone. He jumped straight into his car and drove home, only questioning his decision as he pulled into his drive, thinking that he should have stayed behind to see if he could get more information out of Cody. It was probably better to not go there after Cody's reaction though. Tyler was almost certain that Cody was at least bisexual and he had read more than a few signs directed at him from the senior stud but Cody still seemed jumpy around his friends, like he didn't want anyone else to know, and that flashed up warning signs to Tyler, telling him to steer clear of the subject.

No one was at home when he walked through the door. It was the first time in over a week that neither his mother or father were there and he couldn't stop a laugh from escaping his lips as he realized that he and Joe had taken the massive risk of having sex at school for nothing when they could have taken their time and really enjoyed it upstairs in his room with his nice big bed to flip around in.

That thought was one that caused his dick to stir in his pants but he didn't want to jerk off. After feeling Joe's tight ass wrapped around his cock again he had decided that he was going to try to save his loads to shoot up Joe's ass. The slightly sadistic part of him also wanted to pump as much cum as he could into Joe after Joe's earlier complaint about it leaking out of him at inappropriate moments. The only way to stop from reaching down to stroke his dick to a full erection was to go into his garage and work his energy off on the gym equipment.

Almost an hour later, when his muscles were feeling the pleasurable burn and his entire body was covered in sweat, his tank top, shorts, and even his boxers soaking wet and clinging to his skin, Tyler emerged from the garage but he still wanted more. With his sets complete and feeling like he needed something to challenge him, he went upstairs, changed into his running gear and plotted out the route for a 5km run using the GPS on his phone. He grabbed a couple of cold bottles of water and shoved them into a small bag on his back and then set a timer on his phone before setting off on his run, hoping to not only reach but to also smash his target of 20 minutes.

The first five minutes flew by with Tyler running down familiar streets, letting the voice on his phone tell him where he needed to go, trying not to slow his pace as he turned a corner or had to weave around people walking along the sidewalk.

It was only when the route planner took him down an unfamiliar street that he came to a sudden halt. The reason for stopping had nothing to do with him tiring or the fact that he didn't really know where he was, what stopped him was the sight of Jake stepping out of his car wearing nothing but a tight wrestling singlet that hugged his big butt cheeks so closely the material sank between the two mounds, making the crack look like a huge valley, the straps pulled tight over his hard pecs, barely covering his nipples, the outline of his abs clear and his bulging biceps on clear display. Holy fuck he looked incredible. It literally stopped Tyler in his tracks.

Tyler's eyes were so focused on Jake and his amazing body that he almost failed to notice that Evan got out of the car as well, wearing his own singlet, only Evan had thrown a t-shirt over the top of his, still leaving a surprisingly round bubble butt on show.

Hating that his mind went to sexual thoughts when he saw the two tight asses, Tyler looked away, trying to find something else to catch his attention but his eyes ultimately went back to the duo as they walked across the lawn in front of a house toward the front door. Tyler continued to watch as Evan pulled a set of keys from the bag he carried in his hand and unlocked the door, letting Jake in before it closed behind them. "So that's where Evan lives", Tyler thought to himself, not really sure why that information seemed worthy of remembering, other than the fact that he was Jake's best friend and was clearly besotted by him.

With nothing to look at besides Evan's front door Tyler glanced down at his phone to see that he had wasted almost two minutes that he was certain he would never make up, no matter how fast he ran. Still, he set back off, cursing himself for always losing himself in his lust and thoughts for guys when he should be focusing on other things. It was going to cause problems someday if he didn't find a way to control himself.

Trying to make up the time that he had lost, Tyler pushed himself harder than he ever had, covering another 2km, but he wasn't just running around the track at school a couple of times, he was running a longer race and soon had to admit defeat, pulling up beside a tree so he could catch his breath and take a long drink from one of the bottles in his bag.

He had his palm pressed against the trunk of the tree, holding himself up as he took deep breaths, his water bottle empty, when he thought he heard Coach's voice, but he quickly dismissed it, reasoning that it was in his mind as Coach would have chastised him for not pacing himself correctly and trying to go all out.

It was only when he heard Coach's deep chuckle that his head shot up and he looked around, trying to locate the noise if it wasn't just in his head. What he saw made him feel like his legs were going to go out from underneath him and he pressed his body against the tree so he didn't fall down, glancing around it to see a sight he couldn't believe.

There, on the other side of the street, standing just inside the doorway of a house, was the six foot four inch Norse god that was his Coach, dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts, with sneakers on his big feet. His polo shirt was in his hand but rather than move to put it on he instead balled it up and ran it over his huge chest and down across his hard abs, mopping up the sweat that covered his gigantic muscles. He leaned against the doorframe with one arm up, supporting himself, which showed off the enormous bicep that would have struggled to be contained by the sleeves of the shirt. The smile on Coach's face was biggest Tyler had ever seen from the man, his white teeth appearing to shine against the backdrop of his flushed cheeks, and the blond hair that was usually combed to perfection was hanging down slightly over his forehead.

If that sight wasn't enough to send a tremor through Tyler's body, reverberating in his core, the image of Mr Brown standing just behind Coach with only a towel around his waist, his own muscular torso on full display, from his hairy pecs to his brick-like abs all the way down to the cuts on his hips that disappeared beneath the towel, also covered in sweat, glistening in the light drifting in from the street, definitely did the job.

He continued to watch, wide-eyed, as the two men talked, laughing and smiling at each other, although he couldn't hear the words, keeping constant eye contact until finally Coach said something that made Mr Brown lower his head with laughter. When Mr Brown looked back up and met Coach's eye he raised his hand and placed it on Coach's firm chest, letting it rest there for just a second before giving it a visible squeeze. Coach chuckled and slapped the hand away before reaching up to give Mr Brown's bicep a firm squeeze, followed by a nod of approval and words that Tyler still couldn't hear.

Tyler felt like his heart was going to burst in his chest because it was beating so hard watching the interaction between the two incredibly hot men. Even after everything he had seen and heard he still couldn't believe that Coach would fool around with Mr Brown but the evidence in front of him was almost too much to ignore. Something had to be going on between the two of them.

With one final comment, Coach turned to walk away. Mr Brown's eyes immediately fell to Coach's ass, which pushed against the back of his shorts almost obscenely, and he followed it as Coach walked down the steps and along the short path to the gate, where he stopped and turned back around.

"Never gonna happen..." Coach chuckled before continuing on down the street to where his car was parked.

Mr Brown's face had gone bright red as he blushed and quickly closed his door. Tyler sank back against the tree, still panting for breath and sweating heavily despite having been stopped for a couple of minutes. What the hell had he just seen? Why were the two older men half naked? What had they been doing to make them sweat so much?

Tyler's mind instantly went back to the image of Coach's strong fingers gripping the bed sheets in the motel room as his toes curled. What had really happened then? Had it just happened again? Mr Brown clearly wanted Coach's ass but was Coach already getting Mr Brown's?

Whatever the answer, Tyler knew his goal of completing his run in less than twenty minutes was gone, as was any chance of him not jerking off before he got to fuck Joe again. He was so hard in his shorts he had no idea how he was going to get home without either taking care of it or getting arrested for indecent exposure.

**

Across town, Joe was polishing the hood of a car. He worked for a car dealership that sold all kinds of cars, from the beat up old monsters that were kept around the back, one of which Joe had bought himself, to the luxury cars only owned by the very rich that were displayed on stands or inside the showroom. The dealership also offered a full valeting service, which was what Joe was employed to do, having already worked there the previous summer, with most of the clients being on the richer side who could afford to have someone else clean their car for them. They expected the best results so their cars would look like they had the day they had been driven off the lot. It was hard work but some of the tips Joe got for a good job were more than he could have made for a whole shift working somewhere else.

He was almost done with his first car. He had already vacuumed out the inside, removed a few small stains with a foam cleanser, used compressed air and a brush to clean between all of the buttons and panels, wiped down all of the hard surfaces and covered them with Armor All to preserve the finish, cleaned the seats and the interior of the windows before he moved outside to wash the wheels, clean under the hood, applying vinyl protectant where necessary, wash the windows and the body of the car, rinsing it off and drying it completely with a chamois so as to not leave a single spot or mark on the paintwork before finally applying the polish for a really spectacular finish.

As he took a step back to admire his work and then glanced up at the clock on the wall to see that he had finished with just two minutes to spare he was startled by the sound of his boss's voice coming from just behind him, having no idea the man was there or in fact for how long he had been stood watching him.

"I'm impressed," his boss, Mr Calloway said, patting him on the back. "I think that's the best one you've done yet. And you're getting quicker too. Remember the more you can do to a high standard the more you get paid."

"Yes Sir," Joe nodded. "Thank you.

Mr Calloway chuckled, "Call me Glenn. Sir makes me feel like an old man. I'm not quite there yet."

Joe smiled and laughed too. Mr Calloway was right, he was only in his early 40s so he wasn't old at all, but he was still older than both Coach and Joe's dad and he was also Joe's boss so it was hard to not see him as a figure of authority who should to be shown the proper respect.

"The reason I came over," Mr Calloway continued, "is because your work has been noticed by a very important new customer and he personally requested you service his car as soon as possible. It's waiting in bay three for you. And Joe, if you do as good a job on this one there could be a HUGE tip or raise in it for you."

"Okay," Joe nodded as he watched his boss turn and walk away. He wondered who the new customer was but ultimately it didn't matter, he treated every car the same, looking at it like it was his own, feeling great satisfaction in what he did, knowing that if he would feel proud to drive the vehicle then surely the owner had to as well.

The car in bay three took Joe's breath away. It was a brand new black Lexus RC 350 F Sport with full leather interior and all the features you could possibly get on the model. In terms of money it was nowhere near the most expensive Joe had worked on and there were cars currently on the lot that would probably sell for twice as much, but to Joe the car was like a dream.

He took his time admiring it, from the shiny black paint on the body to the black and silver alloy wheels, that he was certain were custom made, and then inside to the smooth leather of the interior that felt so good when he sank down into the driver's seat, wishing he could take it out on the road. He couldn't see anything that needed doing to the car, it was immaculate inside and out, but he had a job to do and he was getting paid so he climbed out and started to detail it.

Halfway through cleaning the interior, with the carpets and mats vacuumed and back in place and the seats as clean as they were ever going to be, Joe was inside the car wiping down all of the trim and the dash panels when a shadow fell over the car and he realized someone was standing beside it, watching him work. He continued to clean, thinking it was probably his boss again, checking that he was doing his job correctly, but then he heard a voice that sent a shiver down his spine and panic racing through his body.

"It's nice to see a white boy working for a black man for a change."

Joe jumped out of the car. It wasn't the words that startled him because they were said in a friendly, almost joking tone, but rather it was the sound of the voice that had said them. There was no mistaking it.

Staring across the roof of the car, Joe's eyes fell on the milk chocolate coloured skin, the piercing hazel eyes and the dazzling white smile of Donte Miller.

"What are you doing here?" Joe gasped, his stomach in knots.

"Is that any way to greet your customer?" Donte grinned.

Joe's first instinct was to flee. Donte hadn't been in touch with him since his trip to the college almost a month ago, despite having Joe's number and a picture of Joe on his knees, looking like he was about to suck the hot college jock off, so why had he suddenly shown up without a word? That couldn't be good. Joe felt himself beginning to panic, but it was different from his old attacks, this didn't shut his body down or make him unable to breathe, he simply couldn't move, standing still, not taking his eyes off of Donte for longer than it took him to blink.

The smile that stretched across Donte's face was huge and undeniably handsome as he stared right back at Joe, daring the younger man to make the next move.

"Donte, I..." Joe stuttered, stumbling over his words, not even sure what he wanted to say. Up close Donte was huge, easily matching Joe's own six feet three inches, with a body that looked like it had been forged from stone. "I didn't tell anyone."

"I know," Donte said after a long moment, during which he could see Joe beginning to sweat. "You'd have heard from me a lot sooner if you had, believe me."

That still sounded like a threat to Joe and it didn't make him feel any easier. He was sure Donte could manhandle him and beat him to a pulp if he wanted to, but he was just standing there watching him and he still wanted an answer to his first question.

"What are you doing here?" Joe asked again.

Donte looked him straight in the eye, "I'm here to see you."

For the first time in his life Joe felt like he actually understood the expression, your blood runs cold. Donte's dropping by wasn't a coincidence, he had come to see Joe on purpose, with a goal or objective in mind.

"How did you find me?" Joe asked.

"Come on, kid, you're not that naïve," Donte chuckled. "Do you think I'd just let you walk away after you heard what you did? You could ruin me. So I did some digging. My coach used to play ball with your coach, one innocent little question and he told me what school you go to and what town you live in. And you told me your real name. It wasn't exactly hard to find you on Instagram. You should be more careful when you have a public profile and you tag yourself at places. It makes you easy to track."

Joe was stunned. Had Donte been stalking him the whole time?

"Relax," Donte smiled, seeing Joe tense up. "I'm not here to hurt you. I could have done that weeks ago if I had wanted to. I just want to talk."

"Then why didn't you call? You have my number," Joe said.

"Because I wanted to see your face," Donte explained. "People can fool you with their words, but a face almost never lies. I didn't call or text you because I didn't want to scare you. People do stupid things when they feel trapped. You gave me your word that you wouldn't say anything and I gave you the benefit of the doubt, I tested you. I'm happy to say you came through, so far at least. Maybe I can trust you."

"I told you I wouldn't tell anyone," Joe said.

"And now I believe you," Donte smiled, "which means we're good. You keep your mouth shut and I'll make it worth your while."

"What does that mean?" Joe asked.

"You'll see," Donte grinned. "I can make dreams come true." He paused. "Or I can kill `em dead."

Joe swallowed hard. He still felt like running away but he knew that ultimately it wouldn't do any good. He stood still and said nothing.

"You know I'm not paying you to clean my baby for nothing," Donte said, pointing to his car. "Get back to work."

Joe wanted to refuse, to tell Donte to take his car and go, but he knew he couldn't do that because it would likely mean losing his job and he needed it, not just for himself but to help his family. Reluctantly he picked up what he needed to clean the insides of the windows and slipped into the passenger seat.

"That's more like it," Donte said, sitting down beside Joe in the driver's seat. "It's nice to see that you know what you're doing."

"Of course I do, it's my job," Joe replied. He felt so nervous with Donte sitting less than a foot away from him, the huge college jock was beyond intimidating just by his presence, but the fact he was really good looking somehow added an even more sinister edge to him that made Joe fear him more. He tried to hide how he felt and got on with his job, not sure what else he could do.

"That doesn't mean you're good at it," Donte reasoned. "I know plenty of people who suck at what they do. You look like you care."

"I do," Joe said, glancing sideways at Donte as he cleaned the windshield. "I love cars."

"Yeah?" Donte asked. "I bet you'd like one like this one day, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," Joe nodded.

"I can make that happen," Donte replied.

Joe stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look into Donte's eyes. They were nice eyes. "How?"

Donte smiled, "Many ways, kid. Clearly I've got money. My grandpa was one of the first black millionaires in this country so I'm living pretty easy. I could buy just about anything I want. But that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" Joe asked with his heart pounding hard in his chest.

Donte chuckled, "I might have money, Joe, but I've got something that's worth so much more. Talent and potential. Do you know what that can get you? Do you know what people will do for you if they see bright things in your future? They'll give you the world. I can help you get that."

"What are you talking about?" Joe asked, more confused than scared now.

"Keep cleaning," Donte ordered, waiting until Joe went back to work before he continued. "I've seen tapes of you playing football. You're good. Very good. You've got that same potential and I can make the right people see it."

"You're saying you could get me into college?" Joe replied, leaning over to Donte's side of the car as he continued to clean.

"I'm saying I could get you into college and on the football team on a full scholarship," Donte stated. "You'd get a free ride all the way to graduation."

Joe paused his cleaning and turned his head. His face was just inches from Donte's, so close that he could feel Donte's breath on his cheek. He barely managed to suppress a moan. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Donte nodded, staring deep into Joe's eyes. "You keep quiet about what you know and I'll get you everything you've ever wanted."

Joe wiped the rest of the windshield and then sat back down in the passenger seat. He let his head fall back against the headrest and looked up at the roof of the car.

"I already said I wouldn't tell anyone," Joe said. "I meant it. I haven't even told my best friend who knows everything about me."

"And I'm happy about that," Donte replied. "But that's not what you wanted to say just now. I saw something else in your face."

Joe turned to look at Donte again. "Why come here now? What's different from the day I heard you and your buddy talking?"

Donte smiled, "You're smart. I like that. Okay, you've got me. A few weeks ago I was just a sophomore, playing a few games here and there. I thought that picture of you on your knees looking like you were ready to suck my cock would be enough to warn you off. And it was. You didn't say anything. But then two days ago my coach called me into his office and told me I was going to be in the starting line-up next season and that if all goes well I could be eligible for the draft in my Junior year. Do you know how rare that is, how big of a deal that is?"

Joe nodded, "Yeah."

"So you see why I had to come here?" Donte asked. "There's more on the line now. A lot more. I can't let any rumours get out that might ruin my chances of landing a pro contract and the really big money that makes what my grandpa made in his lifetime look like loose change."

"So you wanted to come here to buy my silence?" Joe asked.

It was Donte's turn to look taken aback. "I just wanted to offer an incentive."

"I don't need it," Joe said. "I gave you my word. My dad might not be rich but he raised me right. If I say something, I mean it. And I don't want your tainted scholarship."

"What?" Donte asked, surprised.

"I don't want to get into college or onto the football team because you pulled some strings for me," Joe explained. "I want to get there because I earned it, because I deserve to be there."

A huge smile spread across Donte's face. "I like that fire I hear in your voice and see in your eyes. You really do want it, don't you?"

"Yes," Joe nodded. "I want it more than anything. I want to be someone, to live my dreams. I want to make my dad proud and repay him for all of his hard work. I want to buy him a house and tell him that for all the years he's fought and struggled to put a roof over my head, now I'm putting one over his. So I get what's at stake and what there is to lose. It's not life-changing for you. It would be for me."

"Good," Donte said. "So you understand why it can't get out that I've been fucking around with guys?"

Joe stopped and stared at Donte for a long moment. He needed the pause to decide whether or not he had heard what he thought he had. "Guys?"

"What?" Donte gasped.

"You said guys," Joe smiled. "Plural. I only knew about the one."

"What? No..." Donte stuttered. "That was just an expression."

It was Joe's turn to have a huge grin on his face. Suddenly the tables had turned.

"You've been fucking other guys?" Joe asked.

"Shit. No. That's not what I meant," Donte panicked.

"Yes it is," Joe smiled. "There's been more than one."

"Fuck..." Donte gasped. "Don't you dare say a fucking word to anyone."

"I won't," Joe said, holding up his hands. "I don't judge."

"Then wipe that fucking smile off your face," Donte demanded. "I don't got to defend myself to you. Sometimes an ass is better than a pussy."

"I'll take your word for that," Joe grinned, happy that he managed to sound so confident in his reply when inside he was trembling, the thought of Donte's big black cock fucking an ass, his ass, causing his dick and hole to twitch.

"Fuck you!" Donte laughed. "Oh fuck..."

"What?" Joe asked, wondering what had caused the reaction out of Donte.

"We've got company," Donte said, pointing through the windshield at a number of people who had gathered around in front of the dealership, talking and pointing at the college football star. "I guess I'd better go do my rounds and you need to finish cleaning my car."

"Okay..." Joe said as Donte started to climb out of the car. "Donte..."

"Yeah?" Donte asked, leaning back down.

"I meant it when I said I wouldn't tell anyone," Joe said. "What you do is your business."

"Damn right it is. So is who I do. Maybe that'll be you next year," Donte laughed with a wink. He held out his fist. "Later Joe."

Joe met the fist and bumped it with his but his mind was racing after that last comment from Donte. What did he mean? Was it a joke? Had Donte really implied that he'd be fucking Joe next year at college?

He didn't have time to dwell on it. Time was ticking away and he was barely halfway through his job. He climbed out of the car, watching as Donte walked toward the crowd that had gathered, made up of teenagers, one or two Joe recognized from school, along with fully grown men who acted like total fan boys when Donte shook their hands and offered to take selfies with them.

After taking a moment to think about the life he could live, surrounded by adoring fans, and an even longer moment thinking about not just what Donte had said but about the man himself and what he would look like naked, hard and ready to go, Joe began cleaning the outside of Donte's car, hoping his job would distract him from the fact that his pants had become quite a bit tighter and that Donte was on his mind again in a space only Tyler had previously occupied.

Focusing on the task at hand did the trick and Joe's mind cleared as he concentrated on making Donte's car look as good as it possibly could. When the whole thing was shining, looking better than it probably had when it was new, Joe stood up to inspect his work and looked around to see if Donte approved but he couldn't see the college athlete anywhere.

He cleared away the equipment he had used and then stood in silence admiring the car until he felt the desperate urge to pee. He ran across the lot to the customer bathroom on the outside of the showroom building, since it was the closest, and went inside to relieve himself.

When he stepped back out into the sunlight, Joe was surprised to see Donte's car driving across the lot with the future football star behind the wheel. The paintwork glistened and shone in the light and the car as a whole looked incredible as it approached him.

Donte pulled up beside Joe and leaned out of the window slightly, "It was great seeing you again, Joe. Thanks for the hard work. I can't wait until we're teammates next year."

Joe was confused not just by Donte's words but by how loud he was shouting them. He didn't know what to say in reply but when he saw Donte extend his hand out of the window he didn't hesitate to shake it and then watched as the older guy drove away, speeding out of the lot and down the street.

It was only when Donte was out of sight that Joe took note of the people who were staring at him, including the girls he had seen earlier who went to his school who had been giddy over the mere sight of Donte. They were chatting noisily while pointing at Joe with huge smiles on their faces.

"Oh my God, I can't believe Joe knows Donte. That is so cool," Joe heard one of the girls practically squeal. He couldn't suppress a smile and shook his head, realizing that those girls were the reason Donte had spoken so loudly; he wanted them to hear what he said.

A voice then came over the loudspeaker that boomed across the lot, "Joe, Mr Calloway would like to see you in his office."

Joe swallowed hard, wondering why he was being summoned. Usually if the boss wanted to speak to him he would come to find him, but to be called into his office made Joe nervous. Had he done something wrong? Had Donte said something bad about him when he picked up his car? He couldn't lose his job, he just couldn't.

When he got inside the showroom and headed back towards Mr Calloway's office he was surprised to see the secretary smile at him and wave him through, telling him to go straight in. He paused in the doorway, still unsure of what was happening, took a deep breath and then entered the office.

"Joe!" Mr Calloway called.

"Mr Call..." Joe started but immediately stopped when he saw his boss's eyes narrow, "Sorry, Glenn."

"That's what I'm talking about Joe. I want us all to get along here and friends use first names," Mr Calloway smiled. "Please, sit down."

Joe took a seat, but he still felt nervous.

"Relax," Mr Calloway continued. "I called you in here to tell you that you have done an incredible job today. Mr Rodriguez, your first customer, has already booked his car back in for two weeks from now, on the condition that it will be you doing the work. If that wasn't high enough praise, Donte Miller had nothing but good things to say about you and left you a pretty huge tip."

"Really?" Joe gasped, happy that he wasn't getting fired and beyond excited at the thought of a nice tip to go on top of his wages. "How much?"

Mr Calloway laughed. "It isn't money."

"Oh..." Joe said, disappointed after the brief expectation of receiving a big bonus in his pay packet. "What is it then?"

"First of all, let me tell you that I think your work is deserving of a raise," Mr Calloway smiled. "Let's start at an extra dollar an hour and we can work from there. As for what Mr Miller left you..."

Mr Calloway reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a document that he slid across the top of the desk so it was sitting in front of Joe.

"What is that?" Joe asked, confused.

"Those are vehicle registration documents," Mr Calloway said. "I need you to sign them."

"For what?" Joe asked, still not understanding.

Mr Calloway reached into the drawer again. This time he pulled out a set of car keys and tossed them to Joe, who caught them in his left hand.

"Your new car," Mr Calloway smiled.

Joe's eyes went wide. "Are you kidding me?"

"Nope," Mr Calloway grinned. "All you have to do is sign that document and hand me the keys to that old rust bucket I sold you last year and you can drive your new car home tonight."

Joe was speechless. He looked around the room, searching for something that would give him the ability to speak but he couldn't make sense of what was happening.

"He bought me a car?" Joe finally managed to whisper, still not believing what he was hearing. Was it really a tip for a job well done or was it Donte's way of trying to buy his silence?

Mr Calloway chuckled. "It's not a new one. He didn't leave THAT big a tip. But it looks like a palace compared to what you're driving around in."

"Is it on the lot right now?" Joe asked.

"Yes," Mr Calloway smiled.

"Which one?" Joe asked, thinking of all the cars he had seen that day.

"The 2008 Pontiac G5 GT," Mr Calloway said.

"No way!" Joe screamed. "The black one on the forecourt? The price on the sticker was $4000!"

"I did say it was a pretty big tip," Mr Calloway said. "Do you want to accept it?"

Joe sat back in the chair for a moment, trying to process everything that had happened in the last two minutes.

"All I have to do is sign the papers and the car is mine?" Joe asked.

"And hand me the keys to your car once you've got your things out of it," Mr Calloway nodded. "Let's call it a partial exchange."

"And I don't owe you any money?" Joe asked.

Mr Calloway laughed loudly. "No, Joe, it's all yours. This isn't a dream."

Joe once again sat in silence. There was a war being fought inside him. Half of him wanted to jump up and down in excitement, to take the keys that felt so good in his hand and run out to his new car. The other half told him he couldn't accept it, that Donte was trying to keep him sweet by buying him a car, that by taking it he was agreeing to never say a word about what he knew; it was basically a settlement for his silence.

A smile then crept across his face. He didn't plan on telling anyone that he knew Donte had and likely still was screwing around with guys, so what did it matter if he took the tip or bribe or whatever it was, the result was the same, he would keep Donte's secret.

"Okay, I accept," Joe said.

He moved forward in his seat, signed the papers where Mr Calloway told him to and then let the excitement take over as he ran outside to take a look at his new car.

The next day at school Joe felt like a superstar. He was approached by all kinds of people, asking him about his new car, which stood out in the parking lot beside all of the SUVs, sedans and beat-up old relics, and he spent most of his break taking his friends for a drive. But by far the most common questions he got were about Donte, about how he knew him, how long they had been friends and if he could introduce them. He was suddenly the most popular guy in school and everyone wanted to speak to him, including some of the hot girls he had only ever dreamed about before.

"So how do you know Donte?" Tyler asked after the final bell had rung to end the school day. They were heading toward the locker room to gather their things. "You never did tell me."

"We met at the college," Joe said, not wanting to lie to Tyler but feeling like he still couldn't tell him the truth. He was scared of his own feelings for Donte and what they might mean so he definitely didn't want to discuss them, even if it was with Tyler.

"And you're suddenly friends?" Tyler asked. "Is there something I don't know?"

"No," Joe replied. "We just talked. I told him about how I wanted to go there next year. He said about how we would be on the same team and I guess he took an interest."

"So what was he doing at the dealership?" Tyler asked.

"I don't know," Joe said. "Looking for a new car? Getting his cleaned?"

"Because he couldn't have done that in the city?" Tyler asked. "What did you talk about?"

"Cars. Sports," Joe said. "I don't know what else I can tell ya, Ty."

Tyler looked at Joe for a long moment. "Okay. But he gave you enough money to buy that car?"

"Not just him, there were a couple of other customers," Joe lied.

"Okay," Tyler said, knowing that Joe wasn't revealing something but deciding against pushing the issue for now.

"Hey boys, what are you doing here?" Coach asked as Joe and Tyler walked into the locker room.

"We've just come to pick up some of our stuff, Coach," Tyler said. "My mom told me I have to take all of my gear home so she can wash it now we're done for the year."

"God bless her," Coach chuckled. "Do you know how nasty those things get if they're left in your locker over the summer break? When I came back last year it smelt like someone had died in here. At least the senior lockers get cleared out."

Joe and Tyler laughed as they walked across to their lockers.

"Hey boys, I've got to go meet Mr Brown," Coach said as he walked toward the exit. "Make sure you close the door fully so it locks on your way out."

"We will do Coach," Tyler said, watching the huge man leave. His eyes followed Coach's big muscular ass, wondering if Mr Brown was about to get his hands on it. The image of the two men stood shirtless at Mr Brown's door was going to be etched in his memory forever.

"Do you think he's gone?" Joe asked, pulling Tyler out of his thoughts.

"What?" Tyler asked.

"Do you think he'll come back?" Joe asked. "Or are we alone?"

Tyler smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean what I think it does?"

Joe returned the grin. "There's no one around. Everyone has gone home. And we have this big locker room all to ourselves."

"I thought we were going to wait until we could be in my bed this weekend..." Tyler said.

"Yeah, we were," Joe agreed. "But I want it now."

Tyler smiled even wider and dropped his bag to the floor. He reached up and put his hand in the middle of Joe's chest and pushed him back against the locker, immediately closing the gap between them, pressing his body against Joe's as he ground his rapidly hardening cock against Joe's own growing bulge.

"Tell me what you want," Tyler said as he leaned in to kiss Joe's neck.

"Oh fuck..." Joe moaned, grabbing the back of Tyler's head. "I want you inside me. Oh God... I want you to fuck me, Ty."

Tyler smiled against Joe's neck and then licked his way up, over Joe's jaw and chin until he traced the tip of his tongue around Joe's lips, which opened to let the tongue slip between them as they began to make out.

As their tongues battled, they thrust their now fully hard cocks against each other, moaning into the other's mouth as their dicks pulsed and jerked.

Tyler pulled back and bit Joe's bottom lip. He looked deep into Joe's eyes. "I want your big dick."

Joe shuddered from hearing the lust in Tyler's voice and he let his body sink back against the locker as Tyler slowly dropped to his knees and ran his hands up Joe's long thighs.

"Oh fuck..." Joe gasped, looking down to see Tyler's incredible eyes staring up at him. They looked green in the light of the locker room, which was in complete contrast with his dark hair.

There was complete silence then as they both watched Tyler's thick fingers pop open the button on Joe's pants and slowly pull down the zipper. Joe's cock sprang free, held back only by his underwear, which was wet from the precum he was leaking.

Tyler leaned in and pressed his lips against the covered shaft, feeling the warmth as he kissed up and down the length, getting just the slightest taste of the juices leaking through the fabric.

"Oh god, suck me, Ty," Joe begged, throwing his head back.

Tyler reached up and pulled the waistband of Joe's boxers out and away from his body, allowing the tip and first three inches of Joe's cock to burst free. He then let the waistband go, using it to pin Joe's hard cock against his body so he could run his tongue up and down the exposed skin, circling the head as he lapped up the precum that was running down the cock and had been smeared against Joe's stomach.

With the taste on his tongue, Tyler needed more. He pulled the waistband down again and this time tucked it under Joe's balls, freeing the whole eight inch beauty that was Joe's dick, letting it bounce around in the air before he moved his head and swallowed the tip, taking as much of the cock into his mouth as he could before rising back up and going to work, sucking Joe's dick.

Since he was just using his head, bobbing it up and down, letting his lips and tongue do all the work as they caressed Joe's shaft, Tyler used his free hands to open up his own pants, pulling his dick out so he could stroke it while he sucked on Joe's cock.

"Do you like that?" Tyler asked, looking up at Joe after a long lick up the length of Joe's shaft.

"Oh fuck, yeah, Ty," Joe gasped. "And it's so hot doing it in here. I've been dreaming of this for weeks."

"Me too," Tyler admitted, his lips curling with a smile as they parted around Joe's cock.

Tyler went back to work, using all of his skills and knowledge to milk Joe's dick. He loved feeling the big cock between his lips, having the weight of it on his tongue. He loved how soft and hard it was at the same time and how he could feel how good it was making Joe feel just through the way it pulsed and vibrated as it slid deeper and deeper into his mouth.

"Oh... Oh... I'm getting close," Joe moaned, his body stiffening slightly.

Tyler wanted to take him to the very edge before pulling back, knowing that getting Joe so close to orgasm without letting him actually go there made him an even hungrier bottom who would be desperate for a good, hard fuck.

He closed his eyes and picked up the pace, fucking his face on Joe's cock.

"Hey Cody, did you find your... WHAT THE FUCK?!"

The loud, deep voice boomed across the silence of the locker room, startling both boys as they jumped away from each other, their cocks still fully exposed, Joe's shining with the spit that also covered Tyler's chin.

"Oh shit!" Joe panicked, hastily trying to shove his still hard cock back into his pants.

Tyler froze in shock. He wanted to jump up and run but his body wouldn't move. He felt like he was paralysed, like his mind and body had separated so he had a full understanding of what was happening but he couldn't will his body to do anything about it.

They had been caught. Someone had walked in on him giving Joe a blowjob. There was no way to talk his way out of this one, no clever reply that would cover for him. He had been seen with Joe's dick in his mouth.

Joe had fully zipped up his pants by the time Tyler had enough control over his body to turn his head to see who had caught them. When he saw the pure hatred in the glaring brown eyes of Cody's friend Michael he felt sick, knowing that even if Michael didn't kill him his life was over anyway once people found out.

"You fucking little faggots!" Michael screamed.

The rage in Michael's voice made both boys jump and Joe, petrified, sprung into motion, grabbing his bag off the floor and sprinting for the exit.

Michael tried to reach out to stop him but Joe dodged the arm and ran out of the door, leaving Tyler shocked and still on his knees as his best friend vanished from sight.

Tyler couldn't believe that Joe had abandoned him. What did he do now? Slowly, he got to his feet, pushing himself back into his boxer-briefs.

"Look, Michael..." Tyler began, holding up his hands.

The next thing Tyler knew was a sharp searing pain in his groin that radiated up through his stomach and chest and into the rest of his body. The air was completely driven out of him and his eyes went wide as he collapsed to the floor and his body began to convulse.

As Tyler had been climbing to his feet, Michael had reared back and kicked Tyler as hard as he could between the legs.

Tyler gasped for air with his chest heaving trying to draw oxygen into it. His stomach had tightened into a painful clench and there was a burning sensation in the back of his throat as he dry heaved. Tears poured from his eyes and he tried to curl up into a ball.

Pain exploded in Tyler's side as Michael booted him full force in the ribs, knocking any defence he had left in him out with his breath. His lungs burnt and he continued to dry heave.

"Mi..." Tyler whimpered, unable to say anything else, if he had even been able to, as Michael landed another boot to his side.

"You cock-sucking little queer!" Michael growled as he bore down on Tyler and booted him once more in the side so that Tyler keeled over onto his back and lay staring up at the older boy, tears and snot smeared across his cheeks as he blubbered like a baby.

"Please..." Tyler cried.

"Shut up!" Michael spat, stomping hard on Tyler's stomach.

Tyler screamed from the pain of the impact and it was followed almost immediately by another as Michael dropped his knee into Tyler's crotch, almost crushing his balls. The pain was so intense that Tyler blacked out, unable to feel anything else as Michael grabbed him by the hair and smashed his head against the tiled floor of the locker room.

"Michael, Michael, stop it," Tyler heard a voice plead as he began to regain consciousness. There was pain all over his body and his eyes were still glazed over but his ears were working fine. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I just caught this queer sucking some other kid's cock," Michael screamed.

"What? Are you serious?" Tyler recognized the voice. It was Cody. He wanted to beg for help but he still couldn't move.

"Yes," Michael yelled. "He was slobbering all fucking over it."

"That's no reason to kill him. Fuck! Look what you've done," Cody said.

Tyler moaned.

"I should finish the job," Michael threatened.

"No!" Cody shouted. "You've done enough. Leave him."

Tyler turned his head but he was still unable to lift it off the floor. He could just barely make out the vague image of Cody dragging Michael away from him.

"Come on, just let me take one more shot," Michael begged.

"No!" Cody screamed. "Get the fuck out of here you idiot. Do you want to end up in jail?"

"He deserves to die," Michael snarled.

"That's for God to decide, not you," Cody reasoned. "Come on. Let's go before someone finds us here."

Tyler watched as Cody pushed Michael out of the locker room, stopping only briefly in the doorway to take one final glance back at Tyler. Tyler lifted his arm, trying to reach out to Cody, asking for help. Cody closed his eyes, mouthed the words "I'm sorry", and walked away, leaving Tyler alone on the floor.

Tyler fell back to the ground, utterly defeated, feeling smaller and more pathetic than he ever had before. He was in more pain than his mind could process, his secret was out and Joe had abandoned him to save himself while Tyler took a beating. He felt like his whole world, everything he hoped for and believed in, had just been shattered.

He curled up into a tight ball and sobbed until he had nothing left.

To Be Continued...

I would just like to say a quick thank you to all of my readers and announce that I have recently opened up a blogspot where I will be posting old chapters I wrote as companion stories to another series, Rooming With My Best Friend (in the Gay College section), as well as the chapters from my Evan and Tyler stories, with the possible addition of extra chapters that may not be included in the actual series but that readers would like to see. There aren't many posts there yet but I will be posting more chapters every few days. All main series stories will still be posted on Nifty going forward but anyone wishing to view other stories are welcome to visit: https://storiesbybigd.blogspot.com/