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Tyler – Part 24
Joe threw his head back and grabbed the sheets in his fists; his eyes rolling, his toes curling. Sweat covered his body, dripping down his face, running over his chest and pooling in the deep valleys of his abs. His hard eight inch cock jumped up and slapped back down against his stomach, leaving a trail of precum behind. His ass clenched and tightened, squeezing the dick that pushed into him and then slowly withdrew, over and over again, fucking him, owning him.
A deep thrust made his body tremble and quiver from within and he quickly grabbed on to the thick arms on either side of him, fearing he may float away as his prostate began to get pummelled. He was on his back, his legs spread wide, moaning and screaming, overwhelmed by pleasure, as he got fucked so wholly and completely.
Unable to speak, barely able to breathe, he ran his hands up the thick forearms, squeezed the bulging biceps and caressed the sweaty pecs of the man above him. Seeing those muscles move, flexing and tensing in time to the thrusts that rammed the hard cock into him, made his dick throb even harder, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
He looked up into Tyler's incredible blue eyes and screamed out his name as his cock erupted, spraying three hard shots across his chest and abs.
Joe gasped. His eyes flew open as his back arched and his body shook. He panted heavily, staring up at the ceiling, and then he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He was covered in sweat and cum and it took him a moment to realize what had happened. He'd had the dream again, the one where Tyler was fucking him. And just like before, at the exact same moment that he had cum in the dream his cock had exploded in the real world too.
"Fuck..." Joe groaned as he felt his cock throb one final time, releasing a drop of cum that bubbled up out of the tip.
His body continued to convulse and he struggled for breath for almost a full minute in the aftermath of the intense orgasm. The only time he had ever shot harder was when Tyler had actually been inside him, pushing that button, that trigger that usually set him off.
He groaned again at that realization and felt tears welling up behind his eyes. He had fucked nearly a dozen girls in the last two months and not a single one of them had made him cum anywhere near as hard as Tyler did. He had tried and tried and tried, fucking as many times as he could, hoping it would happen, praying he would get those same feelings, but they never came. Even as he was shooting into the condom with his dick buried deep and the waves of pleasure surging through him his mind was telling him he had failed. He had swung the hammer as hard as he could but he still couldn't make that bell ring. Tyler could.
"Fuck..." Joe whimpered.
He wanted to crawl under his sheets and never come back up, to never have to see the light of day again. Why was his body, his mind, doing this to him? Why couldn't it accept that things with Tyler had finished, that getting caught was the final straw, the slap back to reality that they had both needed? Why couldn't he forget that they had ever fooled around in the first place and go back to just being straight Joe who only thought about sports and girls?
He reached down under the bed for the towel that he now kept under there every night, knowing he would probably need it, sometimes more than once, before the sun came up. With a sigh he began to wipe the cum and sweat from his skin, cursing himself for how his body reacted to those thoughts and images that grew stronger with each passing day.
He told himself that he didn't want Tyler, that he didn't really want any man, because that wasn't what the dreams were about. What he craved was something entirely different. He wanted the pleasure, the pure physical pleasure that came from having a dick inside him, caressing the walls of his ass and brushing his prostate. It was just bad luck that a man had to be attached and that he had come to associate Tyler with that feeling. What he wanted was merely physical, not emotional.
To prove his point he picked his phone up from his bedside table and opened up the files. He quickly found what he was looking for and clicked on the video, waiting a moment for it to begin to play.
At first the screen was blank but then the camera lifted, travelling over a patch of green grass until Tyler's shirtless body came into focus. He was playing football with their friends. His huge, pumped muscles flexed with every movement as he ran across the grass, tossing and catching the football. They were covered in sweat, making each one glisten and pop, looking all the more impressive and appealing. Joe's eyes focused in on that chest, those arms...
He quickly shut off the video and tossed his phone aside. He took a deep breath, unaware that he had been holding it, and then moaned as he felt his still hard cock throb between his legs.
"Fuck... No," Joe whimpered. "I don't want him. I don't... just his dick."
But when he closed his eyes, trying to block out the reality, trying to forget what he had just admitted to himself, he saw the image of Tyler's sweaty chest in front of him, as if the video was still playing, only this time his own hands were reaching out to touch and caress the muscles, feeling every inch of Tyler's hard body before they leaned in to kiss.
His eyes shot open again. No! He couldn't think about that kind of thing, he couldn't want THAT. It was one thing to enjoy getting fucked, to have his buttons pushed by another guy's dick, that was physical, but to want to hold and kiss that guy... that was a step too far.
He put his head in his hands and fell back to the bed. He tried breathing deeply to calm himself like he had been taught to do to avoid the panic attacks that used to paralyse him, but he could still feel his dick throbbing and pulsing, begging him to stroke it.
"No," Joe said, shaking his head.
As if to answer him his cock jerked again and a mixture of cum from his last orgasm and fresh pre-cum seeped from the tip. He tried to ignore it but he knew his mind wouldn't win out over his body. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his long, hard shaft, stroking up and down as he moaned and arched his back.
"Oh fuck..." he moaned, working his hand back and forth along his slick cock.
He wrapped both hands around his dick and pushed his ass up off the mattress, pumping his cock into the tight sheath created by his fingers. Then, as one hand continued to stroke his length the other moved down, cupping and tugging on his balls.
"Oh God, yes!" he moaned.
The hand cupping his balls dropped further down until his middle finger slid into the crack of his ass, grazing his hole. He whimpered and closed his eyes as he pushed the finger in and began to gently fuck himself as he humped up into his fist.
"Uh... Uh... Fuck me..." Joe begged. "Fuck me."
He closed his eyes again and the images of Tyler returned, only this time it wasn't his dream he was reliving but the real thing. Despite what he had told Tyler he had never deleted the videos of them having sex, merely disguising them among others he had filmed more recently with girls, and that footage was burned into his memory along with his own recollections.
"Yes!" he moaned. "Fuck the cum out of me. God, your dick feels so good inside me."
He threw his head back and gasped as the images took over, transporting him into that room where he lay on his back on the bed with Tyler between his long legs. He could see his own muscles popping and tensing and twitching as Tyler thrust inside him, giving him every inch of his bare cock and then he had to bite his lip as his own hand was seemingly replaced by Tyler's, jerking away on his big dick.
That was the moment when things had changed for Joe, when he had seen Tyler differently, and it was what had been haunting his dreams. He had stopped seeing Tyler as just his best friend, instead seeing him as a gorgeous muscular hunk who was covered in sweat, his big pecs bulging, his abs flexing with every thrust he made, the absolute image of masculinity so that Joe knew he was being fucked by a man.
"Oh fuck!" Joe squealed as his body once again began to convulse. He shoved his finger deep in his ass and arched his back, firing another huge load all over himself.
"Fuck... Oh fuck... oh fuck..." Joe panted as he collapsed back to the bed, still amazed that just the thought of Tyler fucking him could make him cum so hard. He knew he had just lost the battle and the next time he shot a load like that it would probably be with a dick inside him.
He felt light-headed just admitting to himself that he not only wanted to but needed to get fucked again. He had tried so hard to fight it, to be normal, to be straight, to fuck girls and be what everyone expected him to be, but it wasn't working and the longer he went without satisfying his urges the more he craved it and the more he suffered. It was time to give in, to stop the dreams.
With tears in his eyes he pushed himself up and once again found his phone. He keyed in his passcode and opened up the gallery, clicking on a photo his aunt had emailed to him while she had been converting old printed photographs into digital copies.
He stared at the image for a long time. The quality wasn't the best, grainy in places, and the colours had slightly faded with time, but the three people in the photograph were clear, as were their faces and the emotions displayed on them. They were sat on a patch of green grass; the man cross-legged, the woman with her legs off to one side and the little boy perched on his knees between them. Both adults had turned their heads slightly to look at the boy, their happiness and love beaming from their eyes like bright lights. They were the perfect family. They were his family. He was that little boy.
He continued looking at the photo until the screen went dark and he placed the phone back on the bed. The photo had been taken years before any of his brothers had been born, when he was still his parents' only child. The resemblance between him and his father was almost scary. He had been looking at his past but it was also like a glimpse into the future, of where he could be just a few short years from now.
He swallowed hard. He wanted that life. He wanted that happiness. Every time he had pictured his future he had seen something like the image captured in that photograph; of himself with his wife and his child, living the life his parents had, only in a bigger, fancier house. The dream of teaching his own son how to play football was one he wanted to achieve even more than winning the Super Bowl or attaining any other professional accolade. He wanted to be a husband. A father.
So why then couldn't he stop thinking about Tyler? Why when he went to sleep at night did he not dream of coaching his son or lifting the Vince Lombardi trophy above his head, instead picturing Tyler's hot body moving above him, behind him, thrusting into him, until he exploded in both the dream and the real world? How could he still want to get fucked when it went against everything he thought he was and who he would become?
Rising from his bed, he slowly walked across his room and eased the door open, slipping out into the hall. He tiptoed as quietly as he could, avoiding the floorboard that he knew creaked, until he was standing in front of the door to his brothers' bedroom.
Taking a deep breath, he turned the handle and pushed the door open, careful not to make too much noise. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust but when they did he saw his brothers sleeping soundly in their beds. They were a picture of innocence, three pure minds that could be easily influenced. He was their big brother, he was their hero when they came to watch him play and he was meant to set an example for them. He was meant to be a man, to live a life that they could aspire to, to be someone they could look up to and mould themselves off of. What would they think of him if they knew what he had done with Tyler, that he loved to give away his power and let another man fuck him up the ass? Would he still be their hero then? Or would they look at him with disgust, every shred of respect for him stripped away because he wasn't the man he was supposed to be?
He gently closed the door and made his way back down the hall, knowing somewhere deep inside that no matter how much he wanted to be that man for his brothers that being with Tyler had made him someone else.
Joe held a finger to his lips, shushing as he pointed at something. It was a deer and her roe fawn grazing in a small clearing. A short while later when it disappeared into the trees with the fawn behind it, Joe turned with a glint in his eye and a huge smile that lit up his face.
Tyler paused the video on that shot and stared at it for a long time.
The look of pure joy on Joe's face warmed his heart and he smiled himself as he remembered that day, when they had gone out with his camera to film whatever they could find, just walking together aimlessly, enjoying the day and each other's company. It hadn't been about attraction, it hadn't been about sex, they were just two friends having fun.
He looked around at the empty chairs that surrounded the kitchen table, wishing that Joe was seated in one of them; eating with him, talking to him, smiling like he had in the video. Above all else, even above the sex, he missed his best friend the most and he found that his dreams were not filled with hot scenes of him and Joe fucking like animals but rather of them playing video games or throwing a ball around, working out together or laughing at a comedy they both found funny.
The house was too quiet. It was eerie. It made him feel like he was trapped in a void all by himself and no one was coming to rescue him. He missed the sounds that another human being makes; the gentle rhythm of their breath, the tapping of their shoes as they walked, the simple sound of movement letting him know he wasn't alone.
It had been the same for three days and he was beginning to feel insanity starting to creep in. His father was on yet another one of his business trips, courting one company or another, trying to get the best deal out of them, and his mother was working her twelve hours shifts at the hospital, healing others at the expense of spending time with her own son.
Tyler hated that he thought that way, that he could resent hospital patients for needing his mom's help or her for wanting to help them just because he wanted to spend more time with her. He knew it was petty and that he should grow up but with Toby on vacation, Luke at his grandparents' and Joe still avoiding him, he didn't know who else he could turn to, realizing that popularity didn't necessarily translate into a lot of friendships.
Needing to break the silence, Tyler headed into the living room and switched on the TV, searching out one of his favourite programmes. He thought the sounds of the familiar voices would soothe him, even if they were just in the background as he did other things, but they made him feel worse; trapped. He had to get out of the house.
Quickly changing into his running gear, Tyler set a course on his phone for him to follow. He stepped out into the daylight and took off quickly, wanting to feel the burn in his muscles to take him away from everything he had been thinking about at home. The warm sun on his skin, the slight breeze across his face and the sounds of traffic, nature and even other people going about their daily business calmed him and gave him a sense of tranquillity that he usually only found in the gym or in those times when he had lay with Joe. He wasn't alone in the world.
As he picked up the pace and sweat started to run down his forehead, stinging his eyes a little as it began to drip into them, he pulled his t-shirt off and used it as a towel, tucking it into the waistband of his shorts when he didn't need it.
He continued on for mile after mile until he came to a familiar street. He stopped at the entrance even though his phone told him to keep going. Usually he wouldn't have even hesitated and would have just pushed on, but something told him to stop, to back away, to go in another direction.
About two-thirds of the way down that street was Mr Brown's house and he remembered what had happened the last time he had approached it; slipping into the back yard and eavesdropping on conversations, confirming that Mr Brown was gay and loved to get fucked. He knew that he could go to Mr Brown, that he could tell him everything, unburden himself, and the man would understand him, maybe sympathize with him and offer him advice. But that also meant coming clean, coming out, exposing himself and Joe, and despite everything, despite how sure of himself and his sexuality he was, that wasn't a step he was willing to take yet, not with an adult, not with a teacher.
Ignoring his phone he continued on, crossing the street and pushing forward, powering his legs beneath him so he was travelling faster than he had gone so far, carrying himself way from Mr Brown, away from temptation.
Soon he found himself in a less familiar part of town, one that wasn't on one of his regular routes or the drive to school. He looked around and thought he recognized a few of the buildings and the small park that lay in the middle of the square. There were offices, stores, restaurants and cafes all around with business men and women in suits rushing past him, most oblivious to his presence, one or two taking a moment to admire his glistening muscular body before carrying on to their next meeting.
He was just about to take off running again when a deep chuckle somewhere close by made the little hairs on his back stand up and his asshole clench. He spun around, searching the faces of the people closest to him but he knew it hadn't come from any of them. He continued scanning until finally his eyes fell upon the source. He gasped.
Jake.
The chuckle came again and Tyler felt himself quiver. He hated that Jake had that effect on him. He hated that just hearing Jake's voice and seeing his face could strip away some of his own confidence, could make him feel inferior, like Jake was the alpha male and Tyler was his beta; second best in everyone's eyes.
What he hated even more was that when he looked at him, with his dark hair combed back to show his handsome face, his brown eyes sparkling, his white smile beaming, and his big muscles bulging under a shirt that had to be at least a size too small, was that if Jake made a move on him he wouldn't say no.
He had imagined himself more than once going home with Jake, where they would strip down and wrestle naked, their big muscular bodies slipping and sliding against each other as they worked up a sweat, battling for dominance, until one finally ended up on top, literally, fucking the other into submission. Even in his dreams Jake usually won...
Today though, it wasn't his own uncontrollable lust that annoyed him the most. It wasn't even Jake himself. It was the person sitting across from Jake, sharing a table and a dessert with him. His best friend. The person making him chuckle. Evan.
Why did Jake have a friend like that; one who was willing to spend time with him, one who made him laugh, who looked at him like he was the most amazing person in the world, while Tyler was alone and miserable? Why didn't Evan look at HIM that way? What was so special about Jake?
A strange kind of jealousy Tyler had never experienced before created a burning in his chest. With Joe seemingly gone from his life he wanted what Jake had. He wanted a friend like Evan. No. That wasn't right. He wanted Evan himself. He wanted to take him away from Jake, to turn Evan's head and make him look at him with the same kind of worship he looked at Jake with. They would never meet in a sporting arena but he could score the ultimate victory over Jake by taking Evan away from him.
Tyler shook his head, trying to clear away those thoughts, worried about where they were going. He needed to get away, he needed to go somewhere to find his sanity, since he feared it was definitely slipping away.
Glancing at Jake's table one last time, Tyler gasped as he made eye contact with Evan and felt some kind of electricity race through his body. He immediately turned and started running the other way, going flat out until he was back in his bedroom, collapsing down onto his bed in an exhausted heap.
Joe stood at the open back door, letting the sun shine down on his face. He was smiling as he watched his brothers running around the back yard; Kevin, the oldest at 10, was being chased by Phillip, who didn't seem to realize that he was only 4 when he tackled his brother to the ground with a move that made Joe think wrestling might be in his future, and finally little Trevor, all of 2, toddled after them, not wanting to be left out.
A warm feeling spread through Joe's chest as he continued to watch his brothers, now all on the ground, rolling around and giggling as they started to tickle each other. The sound of their childish laughter made him laugh too and he shook his head as he leaned against the doorframe.
When his smallest brother began to squeal, writhing around on the ground, screaming for help as the other two mercilessly tickled his belly, Joe grinned and walked across to where they were messing around.
"Okay boys, that's enough. Let him up," Joe said.
Kevin and Phillip quickly pulled their hands away, holding them up as they looked at Joe, acting like they didn't do anything. Trevor scrambled around on the ground, unsteadily pushing himself to his feet, and quickly ran to Joe, hugging his leg until Joe picked him up. He wrapped his little legs around Joe's stomach and threw his arms around Joe's neck, hugging him tight.
"Thanky Joey," Trevor said as he kissed Joe's neck and then snuggled in against his big brother's chest.
Joe chuckled and kissed the top of Trevor's head. He looked at Kevin and Phillip. "Hey, go easy on him. He's not as big as you two. He could get hurt, even if you don't mean to do it."
"I'm big!" Phillip shouted before running off across the yard.
Joe turned with Trevor still in his arms and walked into the kitchen, setting Trevor down on one of the counters.
"Do you want some juice?" Joe asked.
"Yes plea," Trevor smiled.
Joe opened the refrigerator and poured some apple juice into Trevor's cup. He then poured himself a drink and went back to his brother, watching over him as he drank down the juice.
Just then Phillip appeared in the doorway holding a soccer ball. Joe felt his heart beat quicker the moment his eyes landed on it. Tyler had given Phillip that ball for his last birthday.
"When's Tyler coming to play?" Phillip asked, staring up at his big brother with large hopeful eyes. He held up the ball. "He said he'd play with me."
"Tyler," Trevor chirped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he put his sippy cup on the counter.
Joe didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected his brother to ask that question.
"He's pretty busy at the moment, Phil," Joe lied.
"Too busy to play with me?" Phillip asked. "Tell him he promised."
Joe looked down at his brother, trying to think of a good reason why he shouldn't call Tyler and invite him over but he couldn't think of one that didn't involve sex. Before he could say anything Phillip spoke again.
"I miss him," Phillip said, looking down at the ball.
Joe closed his eyes, feeling like tears might be building up behind them hearing his little brother say those words but he refused to let them out.
"I'll call him later buddy," Joe said, hoping his voice didn't sound as shaky as it felt with his lie.
"Good," Phillip smiled. "He promised."
"I can play with you," Joe said.
"No!" Phillip pouted, turning his body and holding the ball away from his brother. "Tyler's gonna play with me."
Before Joe could reply Phillip ran back out into the yard. Joe chuckled and lifted Trevor down from the counter, placing him on the ground. The smallest boy chased after his brother.
Joe watched them through the kitchen window with a lump in his throat. Hearing his little brother talk like that made him realize that it wasn't just him who was missing Tyler.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened his messages, finding Tyler's name. He opened the conversation and moved his finger, ready to type, but he couldn't bring himself to write any words. As much as he wanted to see Tyler, to hang out with him, to have him over to entertain his brothers, he knew that if he invited him over there was a very good chance it would end with them back in bed and he wasn't sure he was ready for that, even if he wanted it.
Just as he was about to close the app another message popped up. "Yo dude, what's up? Hope you're keeping your baby nice and shined."
It was from Donte.
It was also the third message Joe had received from him in the past two weeks. He knew he had to reply or the messages would just keep coming and he still felt kind of obligated after everything that had happened between them, especially Donte giving him the car.
Joe replied, "The car is awesome. Looks just like new."
"Good. You have to treat her right," Donte replied immediately. "She'll be more reliable than any girl will be."
That was interesting. Joe wondered if something had happened for Donte to say that. He thought about asking but he wasn't sure he wanted to get personal with Donte after the last time.
Before he could reply another message came through, "You been practicing lately?"
"Practicing?" Joe typed.
"Football bro, what you think I mean?" Donte replied.
"Oh. Right," Joe typed. "Yeah, we've been doing some."
"Need to be doing more than some," Donte sent. "You need to be in the gym every day, plus running drills and practicing as often as you can, even if it's just you and a buddy. College ball is totally different to high school. No time off. No rest. We had two weeks of vacation and have been back on campus while most people are off enjoying their summer. It's tough but worth it, and I know you want it."
There were those words again. Joe did want it. He wanted a lot of things. Why couldn't he have them all and not have to worry about the consequences?
"I can't wait until I can relax and unwind. This body needs some loving," Donte wrote.
The message was immediately followed by a photo of Donte in nothing but a pair of white training shorts, the material contrasting perfectly with his darker skin and showing off an enormous bulge. His body looked crazy, each muscle pumped from a recent workout, beads of sweat visible on his firm pecs, his rock hard abs, his big arms and his thick neck.
"Wow..." Joe breathed until he realized what he had said, his eyes going wide with surprise.
He slammed the cover of his phone shut and put it down on the kitchen counter, backing away from it like it was toxic and would cause him harm if he didn't. He wasn't sure what had just happened inside him but he didn't like it. He was short of breath and his legs felt kind of weak.
He continued backing away and slipped out into the yard, hoping his brothers could provide a distraction before his mind went somewhere he didn't ever want it to go.
Lying in the dark, Tyler relaxed back against his pillow. He had spent the last two hours with his mom, sitting back watching TV, not even talking, just happy to be in each other's company. All of his issues, all of his problems had faded away in those two hours and he had genuinely felt happy.
When his mother had fallen asleep he had gently woken her up, urged her to go to bed and then tidied up the living room and kitchen, smiling to himself as he thought about how their roles had changed and just a few years earlier it would have been her doing that for him.
Knowing that she was in the house put him at ease as he cleaned himself up, brushed his teeth and slipped into bed. It wasn't until his eyes were beginning to close that he thought about his phone and how he had left it on charge all evening. Suddenly his eyes were open again.
He rolled over onto his side and reached across to his bedside drawers, feeling his way in the dark until he had the phone in his hand. He pulled it toward him, letting the charging cable drop as it slipped from its slot, and pressed the button to light up the screen, dazzling himself as his eyes tried to adjust.
He saw the message icon in the notifications bar at the top of the screen and eagerly typed in his password, excitement and anticipation building inside him. He just knew the message was from Joe.
His heart sank when he opened his inbox. It wasn't Joe who had sent the message, wanting to hang out and to close the gap that had formed between them, it was someone else. He sighed, disappointed, and placed the phone down on the bed. What could he do to make things right? Was that even possible now?
He was about to lay back down, ready for sleep to take him, when he realized who the message was from and quickly picked the phone back up, catching it just as the light was beginning to dim. He tapped on the message and watched as the words appeared.
"Hey, what are you doing tomorrow? I thought we could hang out. I have the house all to myself so we can be alone. No interruptions. No chance of being caught. It might be the only opportunity we have before I head off to college next week."
Tyler stared at the message, reading it over and over again, trying to decide if it said what he thought it did or if his mind was once again spinning it into something else, like it had with Coach and Mr Brown.
The more times he read the message, the more clear it seemed. The first two sentences were innocent enough, but the rest left almost no doubt, especially when it came to not getting caught. Cody was inviting him over to fuck. Or at the very least to fool around.
Tyler reached down and stroked his hard cock, throbbing just from the thought of getting to be with Cody, of getting to touch that hot body, getting to eat and fuck that tight ass he had seen in action more than once. Fuck yeah.
He hit the reply button and typed out two simple words; "I'm in."
Before he hit send though he hesitated, thinking about Joe, wishing it was him he was arranging to meet, wishing he was lying in bed beside him at that very moment, just the two of them, no one else in the world mattering while they were together.
He sighed heavily, knowing that as much as he wanted Cody, as hot as we was, he would be little more than a substitute for Joe. Did he really want that? Should he hold out for Joe, waiting until he finally came around and they could be together again? It had already been two months. How much longer was he going to wait?
He made up his mind.
He pressed send.
Joe threw his head back and grabbed the sheets in his fists; his eyes rolling, his toes curling. Sweat covered his body, dripping down his face, running over his chest and pooling in the deep valleys of his abs. His hard eight inch cock jumped up and then slapped back down against his stomach, leaving a trail of precum behind. His ass clenched and tightened, squeezing the dick that pushed into him and then slowly withdrew, over and over again, fucking him, owning him.
A deep thrust made his body tremble and quiver from within and he quickly grabbed on to the thick arms on either side of him, fearing he may float away as his prostate began to get pummelled. He was on his back, his legs spread wide, and he moaned and screamed, overwhelmed by pleasure, as he got fucked so wholly and completely.
Unable to speak, barely able to breathe, he ran his hands up the thick forearms, squeezed the bulging biceps and caressed the sweaty pecs of the man above him. Seeing those muscles move, flexing and tensing in time to the thrusts that rammed the hard cock into him, made his dick throb even harder, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
He looked up into Tyler's incredible blue eyes but just as he was about to call out Tyler's name the eyes began to darken. The sparkling blue transformed into a deep brown, almost black, that burned with more intensity than Joe had ever seen.
He gasped as he stared up into the eyes, trying to understand what was happening. Then, with another deep thrust into his ass, deeper than Tyler had ever gone before, the body on top of him began to change; the limbs grew longer, the muscles became smaller yet somehow harder and the skin darkened until it was unmistakable who lay on top of him, fucking him.
He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but the only sound that escaped his lips were the tiny whimpers travelling up from somewhere deep inside him, from the same place where that huge cock played a symphony on his prostate.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," the man moaned as he leaned down to kiss Joe's neck, not breaking the rhythm of his thrusts for even a moment. He slowly kissed his way up until his lips were pressed against Joe's ear. He whispered, "You like my big black cock inside you?"
"Oh... yes!" Joe cried out, arching his back. He couldn't believe what he was saying but he knew it was true. He threw his arms around the man and fully gave himself over to the fuck.
"Oh... Oh... Oh..." Joe continued to moan, clinging to the man on top of him, meeting every thrust with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, you're my sexy little white boy, aren't ya? Ahh... Yeah... You're taking this dick like a pro. Oh damn, so fucking tight," the man moaned. He bit Joe's ear. "Oh yeah, squeeze my dick with your ass, baby. Oh fuck!"
Without warning the guy rammed his dick as far into Joe's ass as it would go, sending electric shockwaves up every nerve it brushed over, until it reached bottom and exploded, spewing hot cum into the depths of Joe's ass and triggering a chain reaction that led to Joe's own orgasm.
"Oh fuck! Donte!" Joe screamed as his cock erupted between them, spraying three, four, five hard shots across their bodies, painting their chests and abs, covering them both as they clung to each other and continued to unload.
Joe's eyes shot open and he wheezed for air. His cock was still twitching from another very real orgasm as he sat bolt upright on the bed.
What the hell had just happened?
He looked around the room trying to make sense of it but saw nothing but darkness. He was alone. It had been another dream, only this time it wasn't Tyler inside him, it was...
"Fuck no!" Joe spat, hitting the mattress beside him. It couldn't have been. He didn't believe it.
With his arm still trembling from the incredible orgasm, he reached over and reluctantly turned on the light, terrified by what he knew he would see.
There it was. Cum dripped from his heaving chest and ran between his tensing abs. His dick was still hard, eight inches of solid meat, the head a darker colour than usual, almost angry, as cum continued to leak from the tip, bubbling up, running down the length and pooling in his neatly trimmed pubes with the rest.
"Oh shit..." Joe sighed, taking in the mess. It was an even bigger load than the night before if that was possible.
"Fuck! Fuck!" he growled, biting his lip, trying to tell himself that none of it had happened despite the evidence saying otherwise.
Dreaming about Tyler was one thing but dreaming about Donte fucking him as well was more than his mind could handle. He felt dizzy, like the whole world he knew was about to collapse in on him. It had to be because of the messages, because Donte had contacted him and nothing more.
And yet even as he was denying it, trying to explain it all away, he felt like Donte's lips were there, on his neck, kissing him, he felt the warm breath against his ear, the big cock pushing between his...
"No!" Joe screamed, immediately shoving his fist in his mouth and biting down on his knuckles, cursing himself in case he woke up his parents or one of his brothers.
He closed his eyes, listening carefully, waiting for the sound of a door to open or of footsteps getting closer to his bedroom door. When he heard nothing he sighed and sank back down to the bed, staring up at the ceiling as the tears finally came. He knew the war was over. His body had won.
Tyler looked down at his phone waiting for Joe to reply. He had sent Joe a message, reached out to him, hoping for something, for a sign that things between them could get better. He stared at the screen, praying that a notification would pop up, that Joe would give him a reason to not do what he was about to, but after five minutes of nothing he let out a deep sigh, shook his head and slipped the phone into his pocket.
If there was no future with Joe, as a friend or otherwise, he needed to move on. He couldn't keep waiting, hoping that one day something would happen, because that was how you missed out on amazing opportunities and there was one right in front of him.
Deciding that he needed to do it and knowing that he wanted to, Tyler walked the final block to Cody's front door and rang the bell before he could change his mind.
When the door opened the butterflies in his stomach turned to something else entirely, he just wasn't sure what. Nerves? Lust? In front of him stood Cody in nothing but a small pair of red shorts, and while his eyes had gone immediately to Cody's own they soon moved, taking in his beautiful face, capped off with his light blond hair, travelling down his thick neck, over his firm pecs and hard abs to the cuts at his waist that slid down beneath the shorts, and then further to his thick thighs before moving back up to the huge bulge that made Tyler take a breath.
"Hey," Cody smiled, his voice sounding deeper than usual, laced with sensuality.
"Hi," Tyler managed to say after swallowing hard, meeting Cody's eyes again.
"Come in," Cody said, stepping to one side, allowing Tyler to walk past him into the house. Cody closed the door. "How are you?"
"I'm good," Tyler nodded.
It wasn't until he heard the lock on the front door click that Tyler thought he might have made a mistake. He looked around frantically, expecting to see Michael and other guys standing there waiting to beat the crap out of him.
Cody approached him from behind and placed his hand on Tyler's shoulder, squeezing it gently, "Relax, it's just the two of us."
Tyler turned his head to look into Cody's eyes again and saw that the older boy was telling the truth. He nodded but still felt unsure.
"Do you want a drink or something?" Cody asked. Tyler nodded again and Cody chuckled. "Maybe this will ease your nerves."
Before Tyler could say anything Cody leaned in, pressing their lips together in a lingering kiss.
When they broke apart Cody had a huge grin on his face. He turned and started walking toward the kitchen but Tyler quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back to him and mashing their lips together in another, much wilder kiss; both of their mouths moving together, their lips parting, tongues meeting.
Tyler hadn't been sure that he was doing the right thing in accepting Cody's invitation, but as soon as Cody's lips were on his that all changed. Feeling the strong, masculine lips and the force behind them, a kiss that only a man could give, lit that fire of passion inside Tyler's chest and he knew it wouldn't die down until he had shot his load.
It wasn't just Cody's lips that felt so good. As their bodies came together, Tyler melted into the strong arms of Cody as they wrapped around him, gripping at his back, pulling them together. He relished in the touch of Cody's hard chest against his and was delighted when he felt the pulsing shaft of Cody's cock throb against his own as they thrust against each other. He had missed it. He needed it.
When they both had to come up for breath they looked into each other's eyes and then pressed their foreheads together, trying to get control of themselves.
"God, I've wanted you for so long," Cody said, "ever since that damn pool party."
"Me too," Tyler panted, remembering that night.
Cody kissed Tyler hard. "That girl I fucked... I imagined she was you."
"Oh damn..." Tyler moaned. He kissed Cody, biting his bottom lip as he pulled back. "When I saw that... you... I couldn't take my eyes off your ass... God I wanted to fuck it."
Cody answered him with another kiss, holding Tyler close as he ran his hands down his muscular back and on until he was holding Tyler's big bubble butt in his hands, using them to pull their bodies together, their dicks pressed against each other, throbbing and leaking.
Moving from Tyler's lips to his ear, using his tongue to tease the earlobe, Cody whispered, "Oh man... I usually top but damn I would have let you."
Tyler's whole body shivered with that admission. He could have fucked Cody that night and probably many nights since. He had lain in his bed alone when Cody could have been there beside him. Damn. He had to make up for all of those missed opportunities when he was holding out for Joe.
With Cody kissing and licking and nibbling his neck, Tyler took advantage of their embrace and ran his hands down until they were on Cody's ass, finally getting to take the firm cheeks in his hands, to grip and squeeze and caress them. With no protest from Cody, Tyler slid his hands into the back of Cody's shorts, letting his hands glide over the soft, smooth skin of Cody's bare ass, running up and down and then moving in circles, each one bringing his fingers closer and closer to the crack until his finger slipped into the void, brushing lightly over Cody's hole.
"Oh fuck..." Cody moaned into Tyler's neck. He licked his way up to Tyler's ear and said, "Do it, Tyler. Fuck me."
Tyler's dick might have been harder than it ever had been before. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, imagining Cody as an alpha top, so he pulled back to look into Cody's eyes, wanting to know if he was serious. Cody met his gaze and nodded.
"Fuck me," Cody said again, staring into Tyler's eyes. There was no mistaking it that time.
Tyler pounced on Cody, attacking his lips with a ferocity he had never displayed before. After two months of not getting to fuck the guy he wanted, Tyler was desperate, ravenous. He needed to get his dick inside Cody in the worst way, to live out a fantasy he had dreamed about many times over the past few months, to make Cody scream his name through pure ecstasy and remember the day he got fucked for the rest of his life.
"You want it?" Tyler asked.
"Yes," Cody nodded.
"Show me," Tyler commanded.
Cody grinned and reached down, grabbing the bottom of Tyler's shirt. He pulled it up and off, tossing it across the room.
"Holy shit!" Cody gasped. "Your body is fucking incredible."
Tyler smiled, pleased with the progress he had made in the gym over the summer and by how his running was helping him look as cut as possible. Having a guy like Cody, with an awesome body himself, appreciate him was an incredible ego boost.
Before he could get too caught up in the praise however he was yanked back to reality when Cody bent over and took Tyler's hard nipple in his mouth, sucking and kissing it, caressing it with the tip of his tongue while his hands moved around, amazed by the size of Tyler's pecs and the mountain range that was his abs.
Tyler yelped and moaned, his body trembling from the incredible sensations as Cody worshipped him with his tongue.
"You are the hottest motherfucker..." Cody started to say as he dropped to his knees, trailing his tongue down between Tyler's abs until his face was level with Tyler's throbbing cock. "Gotta have this dick."
He pulled Tyler's pants open, freeing the cock, and immediately swallowed it down.
"HOLY FUCK!" Tyler screamed, looking for something to grab onto so his legs didn't buckle as his pants fell around his ankles.
He looked down as Cody moved forward, taking more and more of his dick into his mouth. It was amazing. Joe had sucked him a few times. Alex had loved his cock. But Cody devoured it, taking every inch into his mouth one by one until it was buried in his throat, his nose pressed against Tyler's pubes.
"Oh shit, you've done that before," Tyler moaned as Cody came back up, running his tongue along the underside of Tyler's shaft.
"You like it?" Cody grinned.
"Fuck yeah!" Tyler beamed. "Suck me."
With his lips still curled up into a smile, Cody opened up and took Tyler back into his mouth, bobbing up and down this time, using his lips and tongue to really work Tyler's cock, getting it as wet as possible at the same time as hitting all of Tyler's pleasure centres and lapping up all of his delicious salty precum.
"Damn, I need this dick in me," Cody groaned as he placed kisses along the length.
Tyler moaned, looking down at the hot guy between his legs. "I need to see yours."
Cody smiled and stood up, still holding Tyler's cock in his hand as he leaned in for another kiss, sliding his tongue into Tyler's mouth so he could taste himself.
Tyler placed his hands on Cody's hips and then slowly moved them down, pushing Cody's shorts down until they dropped, releasing his cock, which sprang up into the air, slapping against his stomach.
Licking his lips, Tyler dropped to his knees. He reached out and took the cock into his hand, feeling its weight and warmth, so happy to finally have another dick in his hand besides his own. He stroked it up and down, letting his fingers get to know all of Cody's hard seven inches.
Putting his fingers around the base, he pulled the cock down, pointing the head towards his mouth and let his lips fall open.
Just as the tip was about to slip between his lips a loud knock on the door startled him and he released Cody's dick as he lost his balance and fell backwards onto the floor.
"Yo Cody! You in there?" a voice shouted.
"Oh fuck..." Cody cursed. "Stay there, I'll get rid of him."
Cody pulled up his shorts and walked over to the door, repositioning his cock so his erection wasn't too obvious, but Tyler saw none of it.
The knock and the sound of the voice had done something to him, had triggered his memory, and suddenly he was back in the locker room, on his knees in front of Joe, caught sucking dick. The terror he had felt at that moment returned and he felt like he was going to throw up. If he was caught again there would be no denying it this time.
Scrambling around, Tyler pulled his clothes back on, his eyes constantly on the door, convinced that someone was going to come through it, see him and then finish the job that Michael had started. He had to get out of there.
With Cody still at the front door, trying to get rid of whoever was there, Tyler ran through the kitchen, out of the back door and hopped over the fence, sprinting through the yard behind and out through a gate until he was running down the street, away from Cody, away from a confrontation, away from his pride.
He didn't stop until he was locked in his room, his body quivering at the thought of being caught again, his worst fear very nearly realised.
Joe stared out of his bedroom window, not at the blue sky or the white clouds rolling across it, not at his brothers playing in the yard while their father looked on, but at his car stood still on the driveway, silently waiting for him to hop in and start the engine.
If he did that there was only one place he would go; to Tyler's. And that journey had only one destination; Tyler's bed, his ass getting fucked.
He tried to stop himself from getting hard at the thought, tried to deny that he wanted it even though he knew he did and had admitted as much to himself after waking up in the middle of the night once again covered in cum.
It wasn't that he was scared of getting fucked again or of what it meant for his sexuality; he wanted to get fucked, to feel a hot, thick dick ease its way inside him, sliding in and out, pushing the button that took him higher than any drug ever would. What scared him was that if they started again they might never stop, because after two months of not having sex the desire was still there, the need was still there.
Before he could dwell on it too much his phone pinged with the arrival of a message. He turned around, walked over to his bed and picked up his phone. Unlocking the screen, he expected to see another message from Tyler, wanting to hang out. What he saw instead was a message from Donte that made his cock pulse.
"Hey, I'm in town again. Thought I'd get my car serviced but you weren't there. Figured I'd stick around and get a hotel room if you want to come keep me company."
Another message quickly followed with the name of the hotel and the number of Donte's room.
Images of Donte's muscular body covered in sweat, writhing around on top of him, driving into him as they both moaned and screamed instantly filled his mind and he was rock hard in a matter of seconds.
He stared at the message for a long time, his heart pounding as he wondered if he could really do it. He knew if he did, if he went to that hotel and knocked on that door that those images would become real, no longer a dream. If he went to that hotel room he would get fucked by Donte's big black cock until he couldn't remember his own name.
Part of him wanted that, wanted to give in and experience what he had in his dreams, to get fucked senseless, hoping the reality was as good as the fantasy.
But it wasn't as simple as going to a hotel room to get fucked. There were so many things attached to that action that stopped him from saying yes immediately, from going downstairs, jumping into his car and driving there at that very moment.
Fucking Tyler was something he hadn't planned to do, it wasn't intentional at first and felt almost animalistic, like an instinct, something his body reacted to that he couldn't control. They were buddies fooling around. It wasn't something he did with anyone else and he could almost write it off as experimenting. He had been doing that and he had been coping. Barely.
Fucking Donte would be a conscious choice, a decision he had made himself, that he wasn't forced into. It would mean willingly taking a second dick inside him, letting a second man fuck him and cum in him. How could he claim to be straight if he did that? Could he stop at two or would this just be the beginning, with Donte the second in a long list?
Going with Tyler felt almost like the safe option. Joe had been there before and knew what to expect, unlike with Donte. But they had also got carried away; caught. Going back to Tyler was dangerous because they would both want more and the temptation would be that much worse when they were around each other every day at school. It wouldn't be a one-off. They wouldn't be able to resist.
Donte however, while an unknown quantity when it came to sex, was only in town for the day. It was a flying visit and he would be gone back to his college town, back to his life away from Joe. He could go to that hotel room, get what he wanted, satisfy that need, and not have to worry about seeing Donte the next day. It would literally just be a fuck, a way to get off. That is until the same time next year when they became teammates, together all the time, Donte knowing Joe's darkest secret and likely preying on it. But that was still a year away. He could enjoy the sex now and deal with the consequences later.
With his dick dripping, his ass twitching and an itch inside him that could only be scratched by a cock fucking him deep, Joe knew that he had a choice to make. He was getting fucked. Today. The only question now was by who?
Tyler's body was still trembling when his phone started to ping with the sound of incoming messages, followed by the inevitable phone call. He didn't have to look at his phone to know they were from Cody, wanting to know where he was, where he'd gone and asking him to come back.
He couldn't.
Almost getting caught again had really shaken him, more than he thought it would. The trauma of remembering, of reliving the moment in the locker room and fearing that something similar would happen again had scared him more than anything he could remember. He didn't feel like the young man he saw staring back at him in the full length mirror but rather like a small boy who cowered under his blanket after accidentally catching a glimpse of a horror film.
The last thing he wanted to do was to head back out to meet Cody again, to try to pick up where they had left off, as if that was even possible. Yes, he had enjoyed what they did. Yes, he had wanted to fuck Cody, and probably would have been at that very moment if they hadn't been interrupted, but the mood had been killed and couldn't be revived. Going there in the first place had been a mistake he realized now, since it was just going to be sex and nothing more, and it wasn't a mistake he was willing to make twice. It wasn't worth it, even if Cody was gorgeous.
When the phone stopped pinging and the calls ceased, Tyler let himself relax, hoping that Cody had given up and had accepted that nothing more was going to happen.
After a few minutes of sitting in silence with nothing but his own thoughts, Tyler pushed himself up and headed for the kitchen, his throat dry and raw. Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps outside the front door and froze in his tracks. His heart pounded in his chest, the hairs on his arms stood on end and he waited, not even breathing, for something to happen, for someone to knock.
When the knock didn't come he questioned whether or not he had heard the footsteps, but he knew that he had and he could sense a presence on the other side of the door.
Upstairs, his phone started to ring again. It was Cody. It had to be; making sure he was at home before he knocked, deciding that if Tyler wasn't going to answer his messages or pick up his calls that he would come over and force the issue.
It wasn't until the door clicked and the handle began to turn that Tyler realized he was wrong. Cody didn't have a key. He gasped and watched as the door slowly swung open revealing not the blond head that had been between his legs just minutes before but the dark hair of his best friend who had the most intense look on his face.
"Joe?" Tyler whispered, not believing what he saw.
Joe said nothing. He stepped into the house and closed the door, making sure it was locked and bolted behind him.
"What are you doing?" Tyler asked, watching him intently.
Once again Joe ignored him. Instead he turned and asked, "Are we alone?"
"Yes," Tyler answered, nodding his head. "What's going on?"
"Stop talking," Joe demanded. "I'm not here to talk."
Tyler was still confused as Joe closed the gap between them, stopping when they were only a few inches apart.
"Why are you here then?" Tyler asked, his voice breaking on the final word. He thought he had a pretty good idea but he needed to hear it from Joe's mouth to know it was real.
"To fuck," Joe growled with lust.
"What?" Tyler gasped. Even though he had been expecting it he still felt shocked. Why was this happening now? Why had Joe suddenly changed his mind?
"I need to get fucked," Joe stated. "God, I need it so bad. Right now."
Tyler's whole body shivered as all kinds of emotions passed through it, from anticipation to euphoria. He had waited for this moment for two long months, never sure if it would ever happen again, and suddenly the mood that had been killed before was alive and awake in his pants, ready to give Joe what he needed.
Stepping forward, Tyler pressed his body against Joe's and moved in for a kiss but Joe stopped him, placing his fingers over Tyler's mouth and using them to push him backwards, putting more distance between them.
"No kissing," Joe commanded.
"Why not?" Tyler whined.
"Because it's too gay," Joe replied, "and I can't deal with that right now."
Tyler felt his heart drop but found himself nodding, agreeing despite his disappointment if it meant getting to be with Joe again. "Okay."
What happened next felt like an out of body experience.
Joe reached out and took Tyler's hand in his. Electricity shot through their bodies at the moment of contact and their eyes met, signalling their intent. Joe turned away and led Tyler up the stairs, never having to pull on his arm because Tyler was following so close that their whole bodies were almost touching.
As soon as they entered Tyler's bedroom Joe let Tyler's hand slip from his, needing it as he reached down to peel off his t-shirt, throwing it to one side. He then pushed his shorts to the ground, no sign of underwear beneath, and kicked his shoes off before turning to look at Tyler, his big eight inch dick already rock hard and standing to attention.
Tyler did nothing but remain in the doorway, staring. He still couldn't believe that Joe was in his bedroom again, stripped bare; ready, waiting and willing to have sex again.
When he realized that it wasn't a dream or a recollection he let his eyes travel over Joe's incredible body, taking in the impossibly cut muscles that seemed to be sculpted onto his torso as he licked his lips, his own cock reaching its full stiffness in anticipation of finally getting to slide back up inside Joe's ass again.
Not wanting to give Joe time to reconsider his decision or to run away again, Tyler closed and locked his bedroom door and then quickly shed his own clothes, pausing for only a moment when he saw Joe admiring his own body, which itself was bigger and more defined than Joe had ever seen it before.
Joe's body visibly quivered and he let out a strange whimper that Tyler was unfamiliar with. He then scrambled over the bed, pulled open the drawer in Tyler's nightstand and grinned when he saw that the lube was exactly where he had expected to find it.
With no word of warning, Joe tossed the bottle across the room, hurling it with enough force that it would have smashed into almost anyone else's face but Tyler's reflexes were so quick that he saw it coming and snatched it out of mid-air, holding it up, his eyes fixed on Joe as the taller boy climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself on all fours, his ass up in the air, ready for Tyler to make the next move.
"Come on," Joe said, wiggling his ass in Tyler's direction. "I'm already prepared."
Tyler stared at Joe's amazing ass in shock, especially when the words reached his ears and he realized what Joe was saying. He had cleaned out knowing that he was going to get fucked, expecting it. Tyler wasn't going to disappoint him.
He stepped up to the bed and placed his hands on Joe's ass cheeks, almost crying out when his hands landed on the soft skin of Joe's ass. He had feared that he would never get to see it again, let alone touch it, and he felt like he could cry tears of joy now he was back in his favourite position.
Instead of climbing up onto the bed and positioning his dick ready for entry, Tyler used his hands to knead and massage Joe's muscular butt, pushing the cheeks together and then pulling them apart, concealing and then revealing Joe's tight pink pucker that seemed to wink at him, begging for his cock.
Seeing that Joe's hole really was clean, Tyler did what he had wanted to do for the past two months, burying his face between the cheeks and shoving his tongue as far up Joe's ass as it would go with a single push.
Joe squealed and clawed at the covers on the bed, his toes curled when he felt Tyler's tongue lap at his neglected hole. Somehow he had forgotten how good that felt, or at least the memory paled in comparison to the real thing. While he just wanted to get fucked, having Tyler eat his ass, feasting on it like a starving man, digging in as deep as he could, getting his entire face in the valley between the hills, was too good to tell Tyler to stop.
"Oh God... Oh God..." Joe moaned as Tyler's tongue worked magic on his ass, licking and flicking at his hole. "Fuck me, Ty. I'm begging you. Fuck me."
Tyler growled and bit Joe's left butt cheek. He pulled back and stood up, giving Joe's right cheek a firm slap with his open palm. Joe screamed but also shuddered, his arms weakening and wavering just a little before he managed to compose himself and hold himself in position, waiting for Tyler to give him what he wanted.
Knowing that Joe was more than ready, and yet still wanting to make him beg some more because of how long it had been since they last had sex, Tyler picked up the bottle of lube, popped the cap and slowly poured some of the slick liquid into Joe's crack, watching as it trickled down over his hole and on towards his balls, where Tyler caught it with his fingers and ran it back up, coating the hole as he brushed his fingertips against it.
"Oh fuck..." Joe whimpered.
"You want this, baby?" Tyler asked, teasing Joe's sphincter with the end of his finger.
"Yes. Please," Joe begged.
Tyler smiled and eased his finger inside the receptive hole, sinking in to the second knuckle with no problem and then pushing the rest in until he was as deep as he could go.
Joe began a series of continuous moans as Tyler pulled his finger back and then rammed it in again, repeating the manoeuvre over and over, adding a twisting, corkscrewing motion into the mix alongside a second and eventually third finger.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Joe screamed, pushing his ass back to meet Tyler's finger. "I need your dick in me, Ty. Please."
"You think you're ready?" Tyler asked.
"You know I am," Joe spat. "Stop fucking around and just fuck me."
"Yeah? You want it hard and fast?" Tyler asked.
"Yes. Please," Joe said, turning his head until his eyes met Tyler's. "We need to be quick, Ty. We fooled around too long before and got caught. Let's just cut the bullshit and fuck. That's what we both want."
Tyler hated to admit it but he knew Joe was right and after almost getting caught with Cody earlier he didn't want to risk the same happening again with Joe.
Picking up the lube, Tyler started to turn the bottle upside down, ready to pour it over his cock when he stopped and looked down at Joe's ass and then at his own bare dick. He had heard Joe bragging about all of the girls he had been fucking and he knew Joe wasn't lying. Going bareback might not be the best idea until he could be sure they were safe.
He reached over into his bedside drawer and grabbed a condom, ripping open the packet. He rolled it down his cock, lubed it up and climbed up onto the bed stroking himself up and down, knowing he was as hard as he was ever going to get. He then lined up the head of his cock with Joe's hole and didn't even have to push forward as Joe shoved his ass back, impaling himself on Tyler's cock.
"OH FUCK!!!" Joe screamed, feeling the hard penetration of Tyler's cock as it ripped its way into him and yet loving it more than anything he had felt in months.
"Oh man..." Tyler moaned, feeling the heat and the tightness of Joe's ass as it surrounded his dick, sucking him in and squeezing him, kissing and caressing every inch as he sank further and further into Joe until finally reaching bottom. The condom didn't seem to make the feelings any less incredible.
Joe arched his back and moaned. Having a cock inside him again was like having a missing piece of him slotted back into place, it just felt right.
They both remained still for almost a minute, savouring the sensations as Joe's ass clenched and pulsed around Tyler's cock.
"Fuck me," Joe moaned.
Tyler nodded and slowly withdrew. He waited until just the tip was still inside Joe's ass and then shoved it back in deep. Rather than waiting to allow Joe the time to get used to the invasion, Tyler immediately pulled back and repeated the process, spearing his cock into Joe and then ripping it out, quickly picking up the pace until he was fucking Joe hard and fast, hammering his ass, pounding it with all the strength that he had.
Joe whimpered and moaned as Tyler pummelled his ass, their skin slapping together, the cock assaulting his prostate every time it slammed into it. It was everything that he had wanted and more. Tyler was fucking him, taking him, owning him.
"I'm getting close," Joe moaned.
Tyler wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, holding onto to the condom as he pulled out completely. Before Joe could protest, Tyler used his strength to flip his bottom over onto his back, lifted up his legs and plunged back in, picking up where he left off.
"Oh fuck... Oh fuck..." Joe moaned as Tyler increased the pace again, fucking him hard.
Tyler leaned over Joe's body, never letting his thrusts waver, until he was staring down into Joe's eyes.
"Is this what you wanted?" Tyler asked.
"Fuck yes!" Joe screamed. "It's so good."
"Does that mean you're gonna let me fuck you again?" Tyler pressed.
"Yes," Joe nodded. "Yes. Please. Make me cum."
Tyler nodded this time and really hunkered down, driving into Joe with all of the force that he had in his body. Their skin slapped together so hard it sounded like someone was getting whipped but that just turned Tyler on even more and made him fuck Joe even harder. He shifted his hips as he fucked, moving around inside Joe until he heard the familiar squeal that meant he was playing pinball on Joe's prostate with his cock.
"There! There!" Joe screamed. "OH FUCK!!!!"
Cum erupted from Joe's cock, flying out with incredible speed as he hit Tyler square in the chest. The next blast was a little less powerful, landing instead in Joe's hair before another painted his face and a fourth and fifth shot covered his pecs and abs.
"Damn..." Tyler moaned, feeling Joe's ass clamp down on his dick.
He pulled his cock out of Joe's ass while Joe's dick was still twitching, pulled off the condom and straddled Joe's body. He jerked his cock twice and pointed it at Joe's face as he unloaded, covering his chin, cheek and forehead in a massive layer of cum.
When he had finished shooting, Tyler fell down onto the mattress beside Joe and the two lay looking up at the ceiling, panting for breath.
"Fuck that was good..." Tyler sighed.
"Yeah, it was," Joe admitted.
He then pushed himself up and climbed from the bed. Tyler rose onto his elbows and watched as Joe entered the bathroom, emerging a short while later, cleaned up, looking like nothing had happened.
"I've got to go," Joe said.
Tyler's eyes went wide. He didn't know what to say. Was that really it? Joe was literally going to fuck and run?
He continued to watch as Joe walked around the room, finding his clothes and pulling them on until he was fully dressed. It was only when Joe had walked to the door, unlocked it and pulled it open that he turned back to look at Tyler.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Joe said casually.
With that he walked out of the room, down the stairs and out of the front door. Tyler was dumbfounded, asking himself if he had imagined the whole thing until he saw the streak of Joe's cum across his chest. He ran his finger through it and brought it to his lips. Definitely Joe's. He knew that taste.
In a way he felt used; like he was just a dick for Joe to ride and nothing more, no different to how things with Cody would have been. But at the same time there was the promise of them seeing each other again the next day, in whatever form that came, and that made Tyler so excited he could forget everything else.
To Be Continued...