Hey guys, here's the fifth chapter in the series about 23-year-old Grady's relationship with Tyler, a 19-year-old hustler. Last time, Grady announced he was going to find a new apartment, confessed he's in love with Tyler, and invited Tyler to move in with him. Tyler left Grady hanging for days but finally resurfaced, accepted the invitation and admitted he felt the same.
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The house hunting had begun as soon as Tyler was on board with the plan. I tried to get him involved in picking out his new home, but he insisted I do it on my own since I'd be the one paying the rent. I guess he wouldn't have been much help at that. He'd never rented an apartment in his life and didn't know what to look for. The only places he'd ever lived were his parents' house and the street, and pretty much anything would be an improvement over those.
I focused on the area just outside the heart of the gay ghetto, where it wasn't so run down but nobody'd have a problem with two guys sharing a one-bedroom. It didn't take long to find a place. There are always a lot of apartments for rent in Houston and the prices aren't bad compared to other big cities, especially when you consider what you get for your money.
The complex had been around for a while but inside the apartment was spotless, with brand new kitchen appliances and countertops, nice shiny bathroom fixtures, mini washer and dryer. It overlooked the courtyard and the pool, where a number of Speedos were in attendance on the day I took the tour -- working on that winter tan, with the temps inching up toward 70. It sure was a different vibe than the old place, three miles outside the Loop. I signed the lease almost on the spot.
And then came the waiting. February might be a short month but it felt like it lasted forever. Tyler was back to texting me every day, and he'd even chat with me for a bit instead of one quick line and out... he was becoming almost social, and sometimes borderline romantic. But he still stopped by only one night a week. I tried to get him to stay over a few days at the end of the month, or at least on the night before the move, but he was adamant about living on his own until we had a place for just the two of us.
I couldn't really blame him. He'd always been uncomfortable around my roomie, and Rob didn't do much to help matters.
Moving day. First Saturday of March. I picked up the U-Haul bright and early, then gave Rob a hand packing up his stuff. He was moving into a smaller unit in the same complex where we'd been living, a ground floor place without even a staircase to deal with. We took most of the small stuff over in less than an hour.
Tyler showed up around nine, ready to lend a hand. He was dressed in his gym gear: workout shorts, Chuck Taylors, and a gray wifebeater that was the closest thing to a shirt I'd seen him wear. He looked more "normal" than he ever had before, and it was a very good look... muscles bulging out of that ribbed cotton, the overall image of a clean young jock who you'd never guess had spent the night on a park bench. He was carrying a brown paper bag that held everything he owned in the world. His jeans and boots, that white denim jacket and black hoodie, a couple pairs of socks and underwear, and a gym towel, still damp from the shower.
He pitched right in and helped with the last of the boxes and clothes, and the three of us hauled Rob's furniture over. Then we got started on my stuff, and had it loaded into the U-Haul in no time. I got a real kick out of watching Tyler and Rob. With all the mistrust and awkwardness there'd always been between them, now they were just two regular guys working together to get the job done. I could almost picture them sitting down having a beer together afterward.
But that wouldn't happen anytime soon. We left Rob behind to straighten out his new place and drove across town to ours. With only four hands instead of six it was a bit more trouble wrangling the mattress and box springs and bedframe, and it was a second-floor unit too. But aside from that I didn't really have all that much stuff. We got everything through the door and more or less into the right places, returned the truck and reclaimed my car and headed back to our new apartment.
"Welcome home," I said to Tyler, once we were safely inside. He looked right into my eyes, tried to say something but choked up a little bit, and instead just wrapped me up in his arms and held on.
It felt great to have a place that belonged to us, a space all to ourselves. The time we'd spent together before had always felt a little like playacting, a romantic fantasy, but now it was suddenly real. Now, instead of being two guys from different worlds who shared some feelings for each other, we were starting over in a whole new world of our own. From here on we could build whatever kind of lives we wanted. That's what it seemed like to us anyway, and who could say anything different?
Truth is though, our dream house was still half empty. The sofa and coffee table and dining room set had been Rob's. Luckily, the TV was mine. Tyler and I threw some pillows on the floor, flipped on the tube and snuggled up with some ice cold drinks, as happy as we could possibly be.
We relaxed together after a hard half-day's work, letting our bodies and minds unwind. After a while I noticed him looking over, glancing down at my crotch, catching my eye with a smile. It couldn't help but raise a bulge in my shorts. I grinned back at him, and glanced down at his own bulge that was steadily growing fuller. He peeled off his wifebeater nice and slow and I stripped off my T. We gave each other more looks and more smiles, and our hands drifted over, and our cocks hardened.
It was time we christened the place.
I stood up and offered Tyler my hand, pulled him up to his feet and steered him toward the bedroom. Both of us were naked in seconds. We jumped into bed and started frisking each other, gripping and fondling and giggling. I snagged him in a headlock, pulled him close and planted my lips on his. He kissed me eagerly, and with such fucking passion it took my breath away.
Tyler rubbed up against me, snorting and grunting like a barnyard animal. Neither of us could manage to hold still. We were both so excited, so full of energy for one another we just wriggled and squirmed in each other's arms like puppies. Those beefy muscles grinding on my body were driving me wild. Our hard cocks poking and prodding each other made me hungry for him beyond belief.
Before long our playful romp had turned into a wrestling match, and there was never any doubt about who'd come out on top. I was no match for Tyler's strength and that was fine with me; he could fuck me every night of the week and I'd still come back for more. He rolled me onto my back and held me down, grinning. Pinned me to the mattress chest to chest as he reached for the nightstand, pulled out the lube and a condom... and then backed off and rolled it onto my shaft.
He straddled me, lowered his hole to the tip of my cock and took it in nice and smooth. It felt so goddamn good I could've blown right then and there. He rode me hard, bouncing and grinding and rocking, eyes shut tight, moaning with pleasure. I gazed at his gorgeous body, squeezed his ass cheeks as he jockeyed up and down.
We'd been together once a week for more than three months but somehow this time it all felt different. Knowing that he was here to stay and I'd be with him every single day made everything feel so much better. It was like we were connected on a deeper level now, we were truly part of each other, and sex had become something very special.
The thought of it nearly overwhelmed me. I was struggling to hold in my load. I knew I'd shoot too soon, and was afraid I'd disappoint him... but Tyler must've felt special too. With one sharp yelp he clenched down on my meat and gushed a stream of hot cum that splattered on my chin, gushed and spurted again and again all over my chest and abs. The sight of that young stud spouting his cum was way too much for me to handle.
I erupted so hard I thought I'd blow the condom clean off. I grunted and moaned as my juice flooded out of me. Tyler's cock was still throbbing, still squeezing the last drops of cum from his balls and dribbling it onto my abs, and seeing it spurt and ooze out of him made my body quake all the harder. I shot my load desperately, straining to blast my seed deep into his guts, oblivious to the latex barrier between us.
When we'd both stopped twitching and jerking he lay down alongside me and dipped his fingers in the cum that'd splattered onto my chest. He had a taste of it and offered me the same, then took a good long lick up my breastbone. He kissed me deeply and we shared his cream, lapping at each other's tongues for minutes on end. It may have been the sweetest kiss I'd ever had.
The two of us lounged away the rest of the afternoon lazing in bed, trading looks and smiles, running our fingertips over each other's bodies. Just enjoying the fuck out of being together. Even if I never had another day like this one in my life, I swear I'd die happy. Needless to say, we didn't have the motivation for a trip to the supermarket. When the sun went down and we were still lying around in bed but getting awful damn hungry, I told him I'd celebrate our new home by taking him out for him dinner.
We tried out the shower, a walk-in, and just the right size for two guys who liked being very close together. Toweled each other dry and started to get dressed in no particular hurry. Tyler got as far as his jeans and boots, then stopped short and gave me a look. His options from the waist up were his gym wifebeater, his black hoodie, or that white denim jacket with the sleeves torn off.
"Grab anything you want out of my closet," I told him. "I've got all kinds of shirts."
Tyler rummaged around and tried on a couple, checked himself out in the mirror. To me he looked fucking great in every one. Finally he settled on a tight-fitting sport shirt that hugged his biceps and wouldn't button up any higher than the bottom of his pecs, giving a nice clear view of his cleavage. The boy looked flat out magnificent.
"Who's gonna wear the collar?" he asked me.
"You want me to be your dog tonight? Or do you wanna be mine?"
"I'll wear it!" He quickly snagged it and buckled it on.
All through the meal I couldn't help letting my eyes roam all over him. Seeing him out in public was a genuine treat, and not just for me. We ate at a Mexican place in the Montrose, packed to the gills with a Saturday evening crowd, but the servers didn't ever get tired of stopping by to make sure our water glasses were full, asking how our dinners were and if we needed anything else. He got his share of looks from the other tables too. I loved the way they all fawned over him. And seeing his hot body wearing my clothes had me aroused to no end.
"It's too bad you're underage," I told him. "It'd be nice to go out for a drink after this."
He shrugged. "There's one place I know I can get in... if you want."
"Really?"
"Sure. The bouncer knows me."
I didn't bother to question it... and yeah, I was having fun showing him off. The bar was one I hadn't been to before but it was only a couple blocks away. It had a good crowd but no line out front, and Tyler breezed in with a nod and a smile. He headed to the restroom for a pit stop while I stepped up to the bar to order a couple beers.
A guy who I knew from work was hanging out chatting with the bartender. Lewis was about ten years older than me, an arrogant know-it-all type who I did my best to avoid. I was hoping he wouldn't see me but no such luck; he broke off his conversation and came lurking up beside me before I had a chance to get away.
"Hey, watch out for that guy Billy," he told me.
"Who?"
"Billy. The guy you came in with. That dude's a freak, I could tell you all kinds of shit. Just watch yourself, if you know what I mean."
No, I had no idea what he meant. I gave him a look, grabbed the two beers and got the fuck away from him. Billy??
Suddenly it felt like the floor had dropped out from under me. I realized I didn't know anything about Tyler at all. Was that even his name? He'd barely told me anything about himself, just a bare bones story about getting thrown out of the house and living on the streets, and I'd accepted it without question. I didn't bother to ask for details because I thought it would be too awkward for him. Fuck, I didn't even know which gym he belonged to. And now I'd brought him into my house and told him I'd pay the bills until he got a job and had some money in the bank, or until... oh fuck.
All of that was cycling through my head when he came back from the restroom and found me off in a corner by myself. I didn't even see him until he was standing right in front of me. His look told me he was wondering what I was so knotted up about. I gave him a weak smile, handed him a beer and tried to act like nothing was wrong.
"You hiding out back here?" he asked.
"Nah, I'm just..." -- nervous laugh -- "checking out the scene."
I played at being sociable with him as best I could, joking around, making comments about other people in the bar, but inside I was numb. This had all been a major shock to my system and I wasn't about to get over it with one beer. I knew Tyler could tell there was something wrong; he acted all cheery trying to snap me out of it but looked at me like he was genuinely concerned. He had no way of knowing the problem was him.
"Grady, are you okay?" he finally asked me.
"Yeah, I'm just... I dunno... feeling kinda off."
"You want to go home?"
I nodded, inwardly dreading it. Once we were back in our own place, just him and me, there'd be no way to avoid it. We'd have to talk it over, and I was scared as fuck of what I might find out. I drove home in silence, walked ahead of him up the stairs while he followed behind me wondering what the fuck was going on.
"Is your name Billy?" I asked him, once we were inside the door.
He froze. "Where'd you hear that?"
"From a guy at the bar. Lewis. I know him from work, he's... kind of an asshole."
Tyler let out a long breath. "Billy's my street name. The very first trick I had in Houston, the first guy that picked me up, he thought I looked like Billy Idol. You know who that is?"
"Yeah, my parents were into '80s music."
"Right. My hair was more spiked out back then, and with the jacket, y'know? Anyway he started calling me Billy, so I took it as my street name, because I didn't want people knowing me by my real name. That way I can be somebody else when I'm out there."
I took a moment to let it sink in. "How many people know you as Tyler?"
"In Houston? Just the ones who know me as a real person, not because of what I do for money. A couple guys at the gym... and you. Everybody else only knows Billy."
I smiled. "I think I'd like to meet Billy sometime."
"No!" He gaped at me in sheer horror. "I'd never want you to see me like that! I need you to be separate from it, I can't... I don't think I could ever live here if you knew me from out there. You think nobody's ever asked me to move in before? All they wanted was a fantasy boy, an easy fuck. They wanted Billy. You're the only one who wanted me for me... the only one who really meant something."
Tears were welling up in his eyes. I opened my arms and he rushed into them and buried his face in my shoulder.
"You're right," I told him, stroking his head. "I don't ever want to meet Billy. Whatever you did before, it was only to survive. You can leave it all behind. I only care about you, the real you. The rest of it isn't important. It doesn't matter."
He looked into my eyes with such utter gratitude I felt ashamed for even bringing the whole thing up. Damn, he sure knew how to make my heart thump. I gave him another good squeeze and he sighed and whimpered contentedly.
"Must be getting close to bedtime," I said. "How about we go for a good night's sleep in our new bedroom?"
"Just sleep?" giving me a mischievous smile. Hmm, the boy sure recovered quickly.
"Well, yeah... after you give me some of that cock."
We strolled to the bedroom, trading little nudges and random feels. I sat beside him on the bed and we stripped each other carefully, a single piece of clothing at a time, lingering after each one to stroke and kiss and nibble whatever came into view. Jesus, I never imagined getting my toes sucked could feel so good.
When we were both completely bare and our cocks were good and hard we rolled back on the mattress and wrapped up in each other's arms. Tyler kissed my shoulder, my neck, my ear, and finally we locked lips and let our tongues play together. The boy loved making out, he'd do it for hours if I let him, and that's just one of the things I really loved about him. But I'd already told him what I needed tonight, and he sure wasn't about to leave me hanging.
He slid his cock into me, sheathed as always; no telling where it might've been the night before. It felt so goddamn good to have him inside me. He fucked me slow and gentle, giving me his full length with every stroke. I loved the way pulled his fat cock head all the way back through my inner sphincter and almost out of my hole before plunging it into me again. I grunted softly and arched my spine as his strong hands gripped my ankles and held them up and apart, pinning my shoulder blades to the mattress as he drove his meat into me. Our eyes were fastened on each other. We were connected in body and soul, reading each other's feelings as he thrust in and drew slowly back out.
It was a long, impassioned fuck, truly worthy of the first night in our own place. A beer with dinner and another at the bar had taken off just enough of the edge to calm us down, and deaden enough sensation to keep us from climaxing too soon. He gave me his cock again and again, reaching into me deeper and deeper, making me feel more and more with every stroke that we were part of each other. I was quivering from head to toe. His smile showed me he knew the effect he was having on me... and with every twitch of my hole, the sudden widening of his eyes and a catch in his breath told me it was hitting him too, just as hard.
At long last I was ready. He'd primed me to the point where I thought I'd burst wide open. My precum flowed in a steady stream, trickling from my slit, soaking my shaft. My whole body was tingling, on high alert; a stray touch anywhere and I'd surely lose my load. Tyler's face was beet red, his jaw tense, sweat beading on his forehead, running down his neck and over his shoulders and dripping off his chest.
I felt it splashing drop by drop onto my abs, my navel. A drop landed right on the tip of my cock, and it was all over.
My hips bucked and my cock exploded, shooting a spurt of hot thick cream all over myself. I tensed for another and my hole clamped down on Tyler's big cock; nothing had ever felt so goddamn good. He panted and yelped and then rammed in hard, pouring out his juice, emptying his balls. We clenched each other tight and gushed and blew together, thrashing and jerking and twitching in each other's arms until bit by bit we quieted down and relaxed. It'd been a long day, and I crashed in no time. I'm sure he was still inside me when I dropped off to sleep.
In the morning I was the first to wake up. It warmed my fucking heart to see him lying there beside me. I lay with my head on the pillow listening to him softly breathing, and watching him looking gorgeous in his sleep. Before long I couldn't help myself, I had to reach over and touch him. His eyes blinked open instantly -- street reflexes, I guess -- and he squinted in the morning light and focused in on me and gave me a smile.
"Morning," I said.
"Morngg." Still a little bleary.
There was one more thing still on my mind that I thought I'd better say.
"Hey, there's something I want you to know. We're together now, but you were on your own for a long time. I know you got used to doing what you did because you had to, just to get through the day. If you ever feel like you need to be with somebody else, for whatever reason... I'll understand."
"Oh... okay." He sounded disappointed, rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling.
"What's wrong?"
"Well... I was hoping we'd be exclusive. But if you want..."
"Tyler, I've been exclusive with you ever since the night I found you passed out on my doorstep. I don't ever want to be with anyone else."
His eyes lit up. He broke into a grin, rolled on top of me and just started kissing me all over like there was no tomorrow.
It looked like Billy was gone for good.