Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2011 19:08:22 +0200
From: Mark Gouwen <lthawk34@xs4all.nl>
Subject: Tyler and Reese - part 10

		      Tyler and Reese

			  Part 10

			by Sandboy


So Tyler emerged from his "omg I came thinking about geek boy"
bedroom jerk before geek boy was even back from the bathroom, and
continued his random unpacking of college books, joggers and sweats
(not much else). Reese, when he finally returned from the bathroom,
sat in silence reading, fidgeting and looking up nervously from
time to time.

Tyler's cock ceased softening and settled in a semi again as he
continued unpacking in silence, desperately trying to think of
something friendly to say or do. Each time he came close to
thinking of something to say, he flashed a relaxed, happy,
affectionate (and just slightly lustful) smile in Reese's
direction, then immediately panicked and went back to his silent
muddled unpacking. The closest he came was somewhere between
'You're funny' and 'I like you', but neither sounded wholly
appropriate, at least not at Tyler's level of social confidence.
Occasionally he looked up and smiled wistfully at the studious
Reese, regretful at his own social gawkishness. He continued to
potter between shared room and bedroom with random pieces of
unpacking.

Finally Reese broke the silence that had prevailed since Reese had
come out of the bathroom. He spoke while Tyler was in his bedroom.

"Hey Tyler!"

Tyler gave an acknowledgement that would normally have sounded like
a grunt but actually came out, purely by coincidence, as a
recognisable word: "Yuh?"

"Want to play HALO later?" There was an almost giddily grin in
Reese's voice. "Male bonding, likesay?"

What the fuck is male bonding? Is that like a come-on? A proposal?
And what the fuck is 'likesay'?

Tyler stepped out of his room, semi hanging, and to his great
surprise saw Reese with his eyebrows raised high in a desperately
hopeful grimacing smile, and with *no shirt on*.

Tyler had genuinely never seen such a hopeless chest. He had done
sport only with the jocks for the last seven years. Before that
nobody really took notice. He could see every one of Reese's ribs;
count the sub-surface muscles only because they were like miniature
specimens spread out sparsely on a plate. He actually briefly
envied Reese's flat, nay hollow, stomach. Tyler's semi began to
grow. Somehow this entirely novel sight hit the spot in a way he
could never have imagined. He wanted to run his hands all over that
bare torso, then his lips, then eat it all up, then remove those
pants and explore below as well ... he was imagining what such a
skinny boy might look like down there ... Tyler's boner was near
full strength by now. He sat down on the coffee table to try to
hide it. The table groaned in protest. Reese's eyes zoomed in on
Tyler's bulging package.

"What's tha?", ventured Tyler, wondering what to do not only about
his boner but about Reese's apparent interest in it. It had never
been used. Reese? Way too bizarre. Surely. Just embarrassment.
Surely.

Reese prattled some explanation about Halo, a console game. No
explanation of male bonding or likesay though. They sounded like an
interesting adventure, whatever they were: a safer way to spend
this first evening than venturing out into collegetown. For Tyler,
the deal was settled "Yeah sure." Safety. Security. In this room.
With geek boy. Male bonding. Tyler and Reese against the world - or
safe together away from the world.

Reese ignored Tyler's clearly stated final decision on the matter
(Tyler only had 'final' decisions; there was no other type that
even counted as a decision, surely; and future plans were
definitely not Tyler's strongest suite, he existed in the moment or
not at all) ... Reese ignored Tyler's clearly stated final decision
on the matter and rattled on about alternative plans, each one
sounding potentially scarier than the last (though Tyler's mind
wandered briefly to food, then lost its train of thought and went
blank again). Tyler smiled broadly at the shirtless prattling
Reese, as you might smile at a cute yapping dog. Tyler lifted one
arm, and stretched it to full length in front of him, towards Reese
(pointing at Reese the same way his hard cock was pointing at
Reese, Tyler noted), the palm of the hand turned away from himself
... and pressed the palm of his hand on to Reese's rattling lips,
silencing them. Reese looked at him, gobsmacked, shocked, suddenly
silent, eyebrows high, eyes wide, staring out shocked above Tyler's
hand. Tyler was rather overcome at how good it felt to be touching
geekboy - warm and soft and moist - and left his hand right there;
his cock was finally at full throb. Hand still in place, Tyler
beamed an utterly winsome, huge and irresistable smile. "You're
funny," he said. "I like you."