The Adventures of Tyler the Tiler
©2019 by David Lee
Tyler Mason was destined to end up working in the building trades, if for no other reason than his name. It made up part of the catchy title on his business card, "Tyler Mason For Concrete Solutions." It was corny enough to attract interest, and it was probably the reason some people hired him.
At the age of 23, he was doing quite well for himself. He'd received his AA degree from the local junior college which provided excellent training in various trades. He'd trained in the general area of masonry, specializing in tile-setting, but could do a lot of other things too.
Though he'd been offered a wrestling scholarship to a private college when he'd graduated from high school, Tyler had never aspired to attending a traditional, liberal arts institution. Subjects which required reading and memorization, like literature and foreign languages didn't appeal to him. He liked to work with his hands.
Just because he wasn't on a sports team after high school didn't mean he let his body go like some of his peers. He was no stranger to the gym. He was proud of his physique and had posted pictures of himself, in a G-string, on a body-building site the minute he turned 18. There, he'd been "discovered" by a photographer who was always on the lookout for new talent to model singlets, underwear, and jockstraps.
Not only did he have good muscle definition, but the bulge he created could sell about anything. Added to that were his boy-next-door features with black hair, dark-brown eyes ringed with amber, and long lashes most girls would kill for.
The money Tyler received from his side-job helped him live on his own and pay for his tuition to the community college. It still provided for extras, and the cameraman hinted there was even more to be made if he wanted to make erotic films. At present, the idea of becoming a porn star didn't appeal to him.
He'd established himself in his own little apartment as soon as he had steady employment. It wasn't that he'd been pitched out by his father, it was simply time to be on his own. He didn't have strong emotional ties to his family anyway. His mother had run off with another man when he was 10 and his father had gone through a parade of girlfriends, some of whom stayed less than a month before moving on.
One of them, Jen, had furthered his sex education far more than the health class he'd taking in school. She had caught him jacking off at 15, a skill he'd learned from his best buddy a couple of years before and had practiced regularly.
She implied that she would tell on him if he didn't keep her happy. It was an offer he couldn't refuse, so he lost his virginity as a young teen to a woman who was twice his age, and who disappeared from his life shortly thereafter.
During the rest of his high school days, he wasn't all that interested in the girls around him. He'd already attained "manhood" while many of his peers were antsy to become "men" in the true sense of the word.
Tyler's father, Don, wasn't a particularly warm individual. Children were okay, but not something he was strongly attached to. Tyler was never abused or hungry, but he was neglected emotionally. He'd never bonded with anyone.
He did have a conscience, however, and he had a sense of morality though it didn't come from any religious training. He'd learned from his school environment about what was right and wrong, and he had at least a modicum of empathy with the underdogs.
After working a year and a half for a contractor, first as an apprentice and then an employee, Tyler had decided to subcontract jobs and do a lot of handyman things on his own. He wouldn't get benefits, but he'd have considerably more take-home pay as a result. He was socking it away instead of spending it on luxuries he didn't need.
He was young and healthy. He wouldn't concern himself with health insurance until he got old, like maybe 30 or so. Then he might work for a company again. For the time being, he loved the freedom of setting his own hours and answering to no one but himself.
On his very first job, he found out that his body could be an asset in his budding career. The lady who needed a ceiling fan installed spent quite a bit of time near the ladder looking up the legs of his shorts. She never touched him physically, but he felt like he'd been completely undressed in her imagination.
She made several suggestive remarks which he chose to ignore. However, the experience did make him think he might find a way to increase his income and satisfy his other needs at the same time. On his second freelance job, he would find out for sure.
Ginger Payne was a young suburban housewife with time and money on her hands and no children to occupy her attention. She loved to make changes to the house, and her husband indulged her hobby because he wanted to keep her happy. His high-paying sales job left her alone a lot during the week because it involved traveling, and his territory was rather large. Allowing her to exercise her diversion was a way of compensating for his absence.
At the construction desk in Menards, she had picked up one of Tyler's business cards which had a picture of him in a sleeveless T, jeans, and work-boots, with his tool belt riding low on his hips, accentuating his package. She hoped the photo wasn't 10 years out of date or Photo-shopped, like she assumed it might be.
When Tyler appeared on her front step exactly on the dot, flashing a dazzling smile, she knew she would hire him no matter what his rates were.
"What I'm thinking of, is having small-sized tiles installed between the granite countertop and the cupboards. Here's some samples. What's your opinion on how they look?"
"Many people are using them to dress up their kitchens. All your samples coordinate with the countertop colors. Personally, I like the lighter ones best because they don't make the walls close in on you as much."
"Yes! That's exactly what I thought. How soon could you begin?"
"I have a job to finish up this week, but I could probably start on Monday if Menards has all the materials in stock."
"I made preliminary measurements and, as of yesterday, they had plenty of each color in stock. I'll buy them while the 11% sale is still on."
Tyler gave her an estimate of what he'd need for labor, and reminded her she'd need to buy adhesive, grout, and sealer in addition to the tiles themselves. Before he left, he made a comprehensive list.
Ginger had asked Tyler not to arrive before 9:00 AM because she had to take her husband to the airport. Though Tyler liked to start earlier in the day, he enjoyed the extra time to sleep in a little and exercise at the gym.
All the supplies were there when he came to the house. She had followed his list exactly. He wouldn't have to take extra time running back and forth to the store. That would increase his productivity!
The original builders of the house had been careful craftsmen, so there would be a minimum of adjustments to make. The job should be simple and look perfect when completed.
By noon, Tyler had made a lot of progress despite having Ginger around to distract him. He was going to be able to get this one done quickly. Then he could move on to the next job and make more money. He was pleased.
Ginger wasn't as thrilled with the speed of his work as he was. She'd like to have him linger longer, but his craftsmanship was flawless, and she couldn't think of a logical way to slow him down. He seemed to be able to talk and work at the same time.
"Let me make you a sandwich for lunch," she offered. "We could eat out by the pool. Perhaps you'd like to take a dip before you leave this afternoon."
"It's nice of you to offer, and I'll take you up on the food, but I don't carry swim trunks in my truck as a rule," he smiled.
"There's a privacy fence. Cal and I often don't bother with suits."
"Um, I'm not sure you husband would be happy to have me hanging around naked."
"I don't think he'd mind. We've been known to swing a bit."
Tyler busied himself with chewing on his sandwich rather than continuing the conversation.
By 3:00, he had all the tiles in place (they came prepositioned on a mesh), and he would let the adhesive dry overnight. Tomorrow, he could grout. He was putting away his tools when the lady of the house came into the kitchen wearing nothing but a filmy black beach coverup.
"Please join me for a swim. I'll make it worth your while."
His brain told him to politely turn her down; his dick had other ideas. In his moment of hesitation, he lost the battle of ethics over pleasure.
Ginger boldly massaged his bulge while licking her lips. How was a guy supposed to resist with that kind of stimulation? Before he could get his mouth to move, his belt and zipper were undone and his denim shorts were headed for the floor, along with his underwear.
One thing about Ginger, she knew how to give head!
They never made it to the pool. After she'd teased his cock to its full potential, she led him to the family room and had him lie down on the thick carpet. Once she'd rolled a condom over his throbbing phallus, she impaled herself on it and stirred her groin around to pleasure herself. About the only thing Tyler had to do was de-focus enough not to cum prematurely. He did place his hands on her hips to help keep her from losing her balance.
Her cries of ecstasy brought him over the edge with her. He felt like he was pumping a quart of jizz. She lay still for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of his still-hard cock inside her. Then, she rolled off onto her knees, gently removed the rubber and drained the contents into her mouth.
She kissed him, sharing the taste of his juice. Tyler was strangely turned on by her action. He hadn't tasted cum since he was a young teen and had licked his fingers after jacking off.
When Tyler came to grout the tile the next day, he was met at the door by Ginger who was wearing what looked like an oversized T shirt. It barely covered her black lace panties, and it made Tyler suspect there'd be an encore of yesterday's performance.
She hung around talking to him while he finished the job.
After he'd cleaned up his tools, he undid his belt and the top button of his jeans. She took care of the zipper. Soon, he was on his back on a throw rug in the kitchen, and Ginger was licking his stiffening rod like a lollipop.
Like the last time, she mounted him as soon as she'd sheathed and lubed his cock. She rode him until she achiever her orgasm. He had jacked off earlier in the shower so his trigger wouldn't get tripped until she'd had a longer ride. She seemed to appreciate it.
After cleaning his cock with her tongue, she again sucked his juice from the condom, sharing it in a French kiss.
"You're exactly what the doctor ordered for a lonely housewife. Can you think of any other improvements to make to my house or yard?"
"I have to come back to seal the grout. It needs to cure for at least 24 hours."
"I'm volunteering at the hospital tomorrow. Could you come back the next day?"
"Yeah, I can get started on another job across town and come day after tomorrow."
"That's great! I'll write your check then."
Tyler's other job was re-tiling the floor in a small half-bath for a man who'd downsized to a condo after his wife died. It was something which could be done around other jobs over a period of several days because there was another full bath while it would be torn up, so he'd cut the man a deal in labor cost.
John Harman was a do-it-yourself-er and had removed the old tile to save time and money. He was willing to help with the installation of the new materials if Tyler wanted him to, or he would stay out of the way if Tyler didn't want any aid.
Since the air conditioning was being repaired, and the technician was waiting on a compressor, the owner had suggested Tyler might want to wear as little as possible to be comfortable.
Tyler wore a raggedy old pair of jeans that he'd cut the legs from, and a ripped T-shirt. It was like what John had worn when Tyler estimated the job, so he figured it was okay to show up in something a bit holey. He was fairly sure John had gone commando, so he thought he'd do the same.
There wasn't adequate room for two men to work in the small space, so John sat cross-legged in the hallway to hand things to Tyler. It was helpful because John knew how to operate the tile saw Tyler had set up in the garage, and he was willing and able to make the intricate cuts which saved quite a bit of effort for Tyler.
Every so often, when John got up or sat down, Tyler was treated to a quick peek at his uncut dick. Most of Tyler's peers were circumcised, so he was intrigued. It was a pleasant sight. Tyler's bulge increased in size in response.
It took only a couple of hours for all the tiles to be cemented in place. As Tyler knelt in the hall to put the remaining few in the doorway, the tip of his cock became visible through a hole in his shorts.
"Oh, that's beautiful," John gasped.
"I'm glad you like my work," Tyler responded, innocently.
"Your work is lovely too," he replied, staring pointedly at Tyler's
crotch.
Tyler was horny, so he thought, "why not?" He lay back on the floor and massaged his bulge.
"May I be of more assistance?" John asked, licking his lips.
Tyler smiled and nodded. That was all the encouragement John needed. He undid the button and zipper, sliding Tyler's shorts down to his shoes. He took the firm, hot piece of flesh gently into his hands and jacked it a little. Then he lay down between Tyler's legs and licked the precum from the tip.
Wanting to spread Tyler's legs farther to gain better access, John removed Tyler's shoes so he could pull his shorts all the way off. He sucked on Tyler's balls and licked his perineum. No one had ever gotten so close to Tyler's pucker before and he'd had no idea how sensual it would feel. He was on fire!
His breath was now coming in gasps and his whole body quivered. When he began to whimper, it was a signal the end was near. John knew the signs and took Tyler's cock deep into his throat to set off the final explosion. Tyler collapsed into a writhing heap as he pumped load after load. Never had he experienced an orgasm to equal this one. This guy made Ginger look like an amateur!
Tyler was kind of dreading his return to seal the grout at the Payne's place. He figured Ginger would want to screw again, and she had less appeal for him after yesterday's experience with John.
As was his custom, he arrived exactly on time, wearing jeans and a jock under them to make his bulge less apparent. Perhaps she wouldn't want him if he didn't look as sexy. And, if she did, it might be kinky to do the deed with his supporter pulled to one side.
She met him at the door dressed to go out. Her mother had taken ill, and she needed to go immediately. She handed him a check for the amount agreed upon and gave him a tip of $100 in cash for "other services."
"I trust you in my house alone, so feel free finish the job in my absence. Please use the front and turn the button in the knob to lock the door when you leave. I'll let you know if I can talk my husband into more upgrades."
With that, she was gone. Tyler breathed a sigh of relief. He was off the hook, for now at least.
In the following week, Tyler had several small jobs, none of which led to any kind of sex or even innuendo. The people were mostly older and were pleased to find a personable young man who was also a good craftsman. They might not have lusted for his body, but his boy-next-door looks were appreciated.
At one of the jobs, he almost literally tripped over a black kitten. Growing up, he'd never had a pet, and was amazed at how the tiny animal captured his heart.
"That's a beautiful kitten you have, Mrs. Ogden. Did you just get her?"
`Oh, she's not mine. Her mother was a feral cat who hung around and had here litter nearby because I fed her. Animal Control rounded up the lot of them but missed Jetta. I didn't turn her in because I'm afraid they might euthanize her. I really can't keep her. Would you like her?"
"Um, I don't know. Are they a lot of work?"
"Cats are good about using a litter box and they don't require a lot of care. It looks like she might be a lap-cat. Look how she's cuddling up to you!
"Of course, you'd need to have her spayed and she'd need shots. The animal shelter will likely cut you a deal because they're trying to control the population of wild kitties to prevent overpopulation, rabies, and such."
"Hmm... It's tempting."
As Tyler began working on repairing the deck surrounding the hot tub, the tiny animal hung around like an assistant. Tyler didn't want to chase her away, but he was finding it difficult to keep up his usual pace. Mrs. Ogden fashioned a sling out of an old bath towel and safety pins to make a carrier for the kitten so she could be close to Tyler without being in danger of getting stepped on. That seemed to solve the immediate problem, however it might add to his responsibilities in the long run. He was beginning to form an attachment.
At quitting time, he and his feline companion drove to the shelter to see about what he'd need to do to keep her. He arrived just before the place closed. The person in charge suggested leaving Jetta there for them to treat in the morning. They could de-claw her at the same time so she wouldn't tear up the rented furniture in his apartment. But Tyler didn't want her to be stuck in some cold cage all alone, so he chose to take her home and promised to come back later.
The following day, he took the kitten with him to finish the job at Mrs. Ogden's house. From his cell phone, he arranged an appointment for Jetta's shots and surgery on Friday. He didn't have a job scheduled for that day, so he could take her home and care for her while she was recovering. He had no idea whether she'd be in pain, but he was insistent on being her nurse either way.
The only reaction his new pet had on Friday was lethargy from the anesthetic and the painkillers she'd been given. She ate her food and used the litterbox as she might normally do. She did stay curled up asleep on Tyler's lap for most of the time. Something about being responsible of a tiny life was changing his outlook on the world.
The following day at the gym, Tyler met a guy who'd recently joined. While relaxing in the hot tub after working out, they began chatting and discovered they'd both had training in the building trades. Tom Schaff had followed a similar pattern of working for a contractor before setting up his own little business.
Tom was about the same age as Tyler and was a good-looking stud in his own right. His hair was strawberry-blond, and his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue – almost turquoise.
The more they talked, the more they discovered how much they were alike in experience, if not in looks. Both felt they'd like to get better acquainted.
Hitting the showers at the same time, they got an even better look at each other's body. Both grinned as they caught one another checking out their parts below the waist. Neither chose to cover up or turn away.
"Hey, do you eat breakfast after you work out? I always do because if I eat before, it messes with my stomach," Tyler said.
"Yeah, me too. Looks like we have even more in common. I'm going to IHOP for their egg special. I don't want their pancakes because they settle right here," he grinned, slapping his gut. "Would you like to join me?"
"That'd be cool. Maybe we can exchange business cards and talk about teaming on some projects. You have skills I don't have, and I probably have some that are different from yours. Our tools and equipment could complement each other too.
The two young men spent an hour over breakfast chatting. Neither had a commitment in the morning, but both had small jobs in the afternoon.
Tyler went back to John's house to seal the grout after it had had several days to dry out. He was sort of hoping John would want to repeat the performance and give him a blow job, but John didn't look him in the eye, and nothing happened. He must have been embarrassed over the blow job.
Tom gave an estimate for installing a light fixture, and the client asked if he had time to do the work immediately. Since he did, he received his payment in cash as soon as the job was finished. It was great to make use of the time and have the money in hand right away.
During the next week, the two guys did a couple of jobs together. It was great to have an extra pair of hands when installing a ceiling fan in a two-story foyer where one slip of the hand could cause damage or injury. In working side by side, they became closer.
They netted a few tips, sometimes in cash or food, but none involving sex.
Tyler got a text from Ginger Payne that she'd gotten her husband to agree to expanding their restroom by the pool into a dressing room with a shower facility. It would be a bigger project and could earn him good money. He was tempted to take it on, though parts of it would involve things he didn't ordinarily undertake. He responded that he would consider it if he could involve another independent contractor, namely Tom.
Ginger wasn't thrilled, initially, with the idea of having someone else around to put a damper on her fun but considered it after Tyler provided a link to Tom's website. Looking at the photos of Tom, she began to plan for the possibility of a threesome.
Tyler figured he's better let Tom know what he might be getting into. It wasn't fair to lure the dude into something he might feel was unethical or distasteful. So, he invited Tom over for pizza to discuss it.
"Um, I've got a client who wants to build a kind of cabana near her pool. It would be a two-man job. I can do the plumbing part, but I need someone who's licensed to do the electrical wiring. It would take two people to handle putting up the walls."
"If you're asking me if I'm available, I'm in. Things have slowed down, and I have a house payment coming up."
"I have to give you a heads-up about this woman. She's, um, lonely and might expect some extra services..."
"Like getting laid?"
"Um, yeah."
"Have you screwed her?"
"Um, it was more like she screwed me. I kinda felt like a human dildo. She rode me like a cowgirl at a rodeo."
"Hmm... I'd be willing to participate if you'd be there too. I wouldn't be comfortable by myself."
"She seemed hesitant to have a third person around until I sent her to your website. I think the sexy picture of you on there changed her mind."
"Do you think I look sexy?"
"Well, duh! You look like a real stud, and I can vouch that you're not padding your jock."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence. It would be a chance to lose my virginity alongside someone I trust."
"You're shitting me, right? You can't still be a virgin. I lost that more than 10 years ago."
"Yeah, I am. I guess I wasn't ready for it in my teens, and now I'm not sure if I could please a woman."
"If your dick gets even a little bigger when it's hard, it would please anyone!"
"Okay, if you say so. Let's do this project, and her too, if she wants."
"That's the spirit!"
Tyler felt a lot better taking on another job for the Payne's since he wouldn't be Ginger's only source of pleasure. After having experienced John's blow-job, he'd lost interest in what she did.
On Sunday night, Ginger asked the men to come over with their plans and an estimate of the costs. Her husband would be home, and he wanted to see a drawing of what it would look like.
Drafting wasn't one of Tyler's skills, but Tom was willing and able to take it on, using a picture of the current building as the basis. He made two versions; one with vinyl siding like what was on the current bathroom, and the other with brick to coordinate better with the house.
The guys had checked prices on materials before writing up the bid. They decided to make the estimate on the high side to make sure both were adequately compensated. If the Payne's wanted to go for time and materials, the men might be able to go for a little less on labor because they wouldn't have to worry about expensive changes the couple might make.
Tyler hadn't met Ginger's husband and couldn't remember seeing any photos of him. Cal wasn't exactly how Tyler had pictured him. He was appeared to be older than Ginger by 10 years of better. Perhaps she was a trophy wife and he was willing to do whatever she wanted in order to keep her. Maybe he turned a blind eye to her flings with other men, or perhaps he participated in group sex, as she'd intimated.
The couple met with them by the pool, clad in rather scanty swimwear which showed off their best assets. Cal obviously kept his body up, and he wasn't ashamed to show it off.
It didn't take long for an agreement to be reached. Cal wanted the brick version for sure, and he didn't seem put off by the additional cost.
"If we're going to do it, it needs to be done right. It'll increase the value of our house if it looks original.
"Well, let's drink a toast to our new project," he said, taking a bottle from the ice bucket and filling four plastic flutes.
"To a beautiful new addition," Ginger said as she raised her glass, while looking pointedly at the bulge in Tom's shorts.
"May it succeed," Cal toasted next.
From how the man was looking the two of them over, Tyler got the feeling Cal might like to play with them too. He half expected to be invited to swim nude, but the mood was interrupted by a phone call about business, and Cal went into the house to take it in private while Ginger showed them out.
After getting the building permit properly filed, Tyler and Tom showed up around 10:30 to begin with the partial deconstruction of the current bathroom. The siding had to go for sure so the whole thing could be clad in brick. By lunchtime, they were ready to begin framing in the addition, but they had to wait for the materials to arrive.
Ginger used the down-time to make lunch and suggested they might like to take a swim. Tyler was pretty sure they wouldn't spend much, if any, time in the water.
True to form, Ginger didn't waste time hinting about what she wanted to do. While making her wishes known, she shed her clothes.
"I know Tyler has the right equipment for the job, Tom. I'd like to check yours."
Having said that, she knelt to massage the bulge in Tom's cut-offs and undid his belt. He looked over her toward Tyler who was grinning at him. Tom might have felt completely embarrassed, but Tyler dropped his shorts while he continued to smile.
Ginger arranged them on a mat by the pool butt to butt on their backs with Tyler's legs over Tom's. The position put their cocks and balls in close contact. She sprawled on her stomach and began to lick both of them, her tongue flicking their frenula.
Immediately, she was rewarded by a flow of precum which she lapped up.
Tyler hadn't been looking forward to this part of the project but had quickly changed his mind when he felt Tom's erection against his own. He'd seen videos of frottage but hadn't participated in it. This was hot!
Just when he thought Ginger might try to impale herself on both their cocks at once, or possibly want to take one of them in her front door and the other the back, the doorbell rang.
Scrambling into their clothes, the guys went out to help unload the building materials from the delivery truck and stack them in the garage.
Once that was done, they got to work on framing in the addition. Their leisure time had been spent.
They worked steadily from then until 5:00 when they knocked of for the day. Ginger was going to invite them to "swim" again, but her plans were put on hold by a call from her mother who had taken a turn for the worse.
The following day, Ginger wasn't around to impede their progress. Her mother's illness was occupying her time, so they were on their own. She'd left a key so they could come and go as needed, but they didn't leave until noon, and that was to find a place to eat lunch.
"Wow! We got a lot accomplished so far today," Tom exclaimed, over their meal. "If this keeps up, we could be done by the end of the week. I'd figured on at least a week and a half or maybe two."
"Yeah, we work very efficiently together. Do you want to make a long day of it? My only problem with being away from home is that my little black pussy will miss me."
"I thought you were single, and not seeing anyone."
"I'm taking about my kitty, Jetta," Tyler grinned. I thought I'd say `pussy' to get a reaction outta you."
"And I fell into it." Tom laughed. "Seriously, you're not dating anyone. I can't imagine a guy with your looks not getting laid every night."
"I could say the same about you. I can't imagine anyone not wanting to share your bed."
Tom shrugged and didn't say anything else. Tyler wondered if he was bashful or perhaps didn't get turned on by women. He'd certainly been ready for fooling around yesterday.
Their routine continued in a similar fashion for several days. Ginger would be there in the morning but depart shortly after they arrived. She seemed quite frustrated with the situation.
On Thursday, they were interrupted briefly by the pool-boy who had his own key to the place. He stripped down to a very tiny bikini before servicing the pool. For the brief time he was actually in the water, it didn't seem necessary to be nearly naked, but he certainly wasn't hard on the eyes.
The hard part seemed to be the crotch of Tom's shorts when the kid was around. Tyler felt "inspired" by the sight as well. He wondered why he was feeling so horny. Perhaps he needed to take himself in hand more.
Ginger came home unexpectedly while the pool was being serviced, and she asked the young guy to go with her to check the water heater in the basement. The "inspection" took about 20 minutes, and the kid no longer had a hardon straining his Speedo when he pulled his shorts on again. Tom and Tyler had similar thoughts about what had taken place in the house.
By Friday, everything was finished except for sealing the grout on the shower walls and the floor. That could be done by Tyler on Monday. He did ask Tom to assist him because he would feel more comfortable with him present.
Cal came home in time to compliment them on a job well-done just before they knocked off around noon.
n one of their jobs from the previous week, their client rewarded them with two Omaha Steaks as a tip. Tom suggested they grill them in his backyard and have a cookout on Friday night. Tyler was delighted since he had no way of cooking a steak properly in his apartment, not having a balcony for even a hibachi. He offered to contribute side dishes from the deli section of the supermarket. Tom insisted on splitting the cost of them.
Friday was a great day all around. Tom invited Tyler over to sun in his backyard in the afternoon since neither had another commitment. Tyler was pleased to be able to do so.
When he got there, he admired the privacy fence Tom had built.
"If you'd like, we can sun bare-assed," Tom invited.
"That's fine with me. Since we've been buck naked in the locker room, and shared Ginger's tongue, we have no secrets anyway."
Tom went into the house and returned with two beach towels, two lite beers and a couple of spray-cans of sunscreen. After they'd stripped and sprayed one another's backs, they spread the towels on a mat on the patio and lay face-down to bask in the sun.
The warmth of the rays coupled with the alcohol made them both relax, nearly to the point of going to sleep. However, when Tom turned over, it was evident that at least one part of his anatomy wasn't laid-back. The view had its effect on Tyler, who soon popped a bone which looked like a twin.
Tom turned on his side toward Tyler and grinned.
"I was gonna apologize for throwing wood, but I see we're on the same page here like we are in a lot of other ways."
"If you're sayin' we're both young and horny, you're right on target."
Their eyes met and their smiles broadened. Tyler licked his lips as he turned toward Tom and moved closer. Then, both reached for the other's cock and took it gently in hand. Tyler's fingers moved lower to stroke Tom's balls, exploring them, and the area behind them, with a feather-like touch. Tom moaned.
"Oh, that's so good!"
Tyler stopped for a moment while he rearranged himself, lying on his other side with his face near Tom's crotch.
"May I," he asked, sticking out his tongue to catch the pearly drop of precum escaping from Tom's slit.
"Please do!"
Tyler moved his head closer to encase Tom's warm throbbing phallus and run his tongue over the silky glans. In his teen exploits, he'd never given head to another guy, not even his buddy Kai who'd taught him the pleasures of masturbation.
Jen had tried to entice him to lick her clit, but he'd resisted because he didn't like the smell of it. That, and the fact he knew his father's dick had been in there. When she forced his face against her, he gagged and threw up just enough to back her off. That had been a few days before she'd left for good.
Now, as an adult free to do as he pleased, he found himself enjoying all the sensations, especially knowing he was bringing pleasure to a guy he was beginning to feel close to.
He didn't have time to analyze any of this because his mind went into total bliss as Tom began to return the pleasure.
Although their movements were gentle and subtle, the effect was one of ecstasy, building from one awesome plateau to the next. They were caught in that awesome predicament of desiring an immediate orgasm, and, at the same time, wanting the feeling to last forever. Forever was definitely out of reach!
With gasps and grunts, they blasted huge loads of cum into each other's mouth. Without thinking of how his actions would be received, Tom turned around and kissed Tyler on the lips, sharing the slippery jizz in a tongue-battle. Tyler joined in with no hesitation.
They continued to ingest the mixture of their cum until it was all consumed.
"Wow! Tyler exclaimed. "I'm really glad that guy shared his steaks so we could have this little party."
"I'm happier sharing your meat," Tom snickered.
"Likewise, I'm sure," Tyler agreed.
They remained naked as they grilled the steaks and ate dinner. Around 8:00, Tyler said he should be heading home, even though he had Saturday free.
"Um, why don't you stay over?" Tom asked.
"I need to go home and take care of my little black kitty. She's probably crying because I'm not there, and I couldn't leave her alone all night. You're welcome to come to my apartment instead. It's a one-bedroom place, but I have a queen-sized bed and I changed the sheets this morning."
"I will, if you're serious."
"I'm serious. If I weren't, I wouldn't have asked."
Spending the night in bed together had the effect of further cementing their bond. They made out a lot and ended up sucking each other off again. Eventually, they went to sleep.
Tyler awoke first and lay snuggled against his companion until the need to pee eventually drove him from the warm, comfortable nest.
As he started the coffee pot, he began to analyze his feelings.
He'd always had a casual attitude toward sex, enjoying the physical sensation no matter who was playing with him, but now, for whatever reason, he was beginning to crave a sense of connection.
Perhaps it had come with adopting Jetta as a being who depended on his care and affection. He didn't have the same feelings toward other humans except Tom. Tyler wondered if he was opening himself up to getting hurt.
When Tom straggled into the little kitchen area with a day's growth of beard, bed-head hair, and a lopsided grin, Tyler no longer feared the consequences. This man had captured his heart.
"Eggs and bacon good with you?" he asked.
"Yup, I'm happy with whatever you do. I'm gonna say something sappy and I hope it won't drive you away. Would you consider moving in with me? You and Miss Jetta, of course. Um, I, um... I'm falling in love with you."
As Tyler took Tom into his arms, he cried for the first time since his mother had left.
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