Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2011 14:05:13 +0200
From: Mark Gouwen <lthawk34@xs4all.nl>
Subject: Tyler and Reese - part 5

The following story is an erotic work of gay fiction. If you are not of
legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject
matter contained here do not read any further.

In real life, always play safe.

Comments are more than welcome at lthawk34 at xs4all dot nl

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                             Tyler and Reese
                                Chapter 5

                              by Sandboy


Reese's Log, continued.

Is this guy retarded? I do not lightly say these things, having been
called all kinds of names many times over. This Reese comes in, stares at
me, doesn't tell me his name, stares some more. Not that I don't know his
name, I've seen it.

Even stranger, his sporting a semi or a full-fledged boner all the time!
Depends on how well hung he is of course, lulz. Easy on the eyes, this
jockboy is. Really built but not in that nasty bodybuilder way. He could
be a swimmer or a gymnast.. something to give him lots of upper body
strength. Nice smile too, when he relaxes that toothy grin.

I swear he was hard when he sat on the couch just now! I swear! Kept
adjusting himself too. Is this normal for jock types? Breeder culture?
Can't have been me. It is possible, though not plausible, that he is into
men but well-nigh impossible that he'd go for me.

Still no talking. In the mean time he'd lugged in a couple of suit cases.
I had no idea what to say, normally I'm blabbering constantly. Maybe it
was his eyes. The fear in them was palpable. Staring at me as if I'd
suddenly turn into a monster.. maybe he's sussed me out as a queer
already? And why did he run off into the bathroom like that?

I hope he's not one of those arrogant-End log.

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Tyler sauntered back into the common room.

"So eh.. long trip?"

This time Tyler answered rapidly enough. "Four hundred fourty two miles."
He flashed his brand new roomie another grin.

"That is quite the trip." Reese frantically tried to access his small talk
experience, sorry as it was. "I'm a bit closer than that. Da Pool." After
a frown from Tyler, he added "Liverpool."

"Oh."

"Oh yes. Genuine Scousah, born and bred. Not that you'd guess. I only
lived there for six years, then my folks moved us here. Live over in
Virginia. They're not that interesting actually as I have broken with
them. Then again, I still see myself as..."

Reese trailed off. He'd done it again! Stupid, stupid, stupid!