Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2011 17:14:58 +0200
From: Mark Gouwen <lthawk34@xs4all.nl>
Subject: Tyler and Reese - part 6

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 6

                              by Sandboy


Words. Inside Tyler's head.

"God I needed that."

...as he contemplated the generous strings and splats of cum up his
belly and chest and shoulder, a little shot on his face (between
his nose and his left eye), and other generous splodges distributed
wildly around the bathroom.

Tyler felt like himself again. A good regular heavy ejaculation
sees to that.

"God I needed that."

He mopped around, mostly ineffectively, with some tissue, leaving
smudges to turn to smears around the bathroom, and dampness to turn
to crusty flakes on his belly, chest and shoulder. He did manage to
wipe his face properly, and enjoyed the smell as he did so. His
boner was slowly - very slowly - relaxing. He felt great.
Absolutely great. All over. Confidence restored, everything.

As he mopped around, and pulled his joggers and sweat back
together, he contemplated the images that had flashed through his
mind during the brief, explosive jerk that filled the few seconds
between getting into the bathroom and ejaculating all over it.
Rowers, yes. Rowing rowers. Then naked rowing rowers. Then just
naked rowers. Then - oh no, please no - naked Reese. Skinny as
twigs. Naked. He shook the image out of his head determinedly and
vigorously, took a deep breath of post-ejaculation bathroom air,
and felt his softening semi hang in place back in his joggers; it
felt good. He felt good. Alive again. A good jerk, that's what it
needs.

He felt *so* relieved to have found a fellow non-New-England type.
Reese and Tyler against the world! He felt it in images, of course,
not in words. The image of naked Reese flashed into his mind again,
naked Reese in this bathroom: he shook it away again, determinedly,
though his softening cock twitched a little to attention before
relaxing some more.

Reese and Tyler against the world. He felt fantastic, and ready. He
would go out and bond with Reese.

Reese spoke first, which is good. "So eh.. long trip?"

An easy first lob from Reese. Tyler flashed a huge genuine relaxed
and relieved smile. "Four hundred forty two miles."

Tyler's smile dropped slightly during Reese's long monologue that
followed. He saw, or heard, or felt, or something, a geeky boy not
fitting in wherever it was that he came from, and now transplanted
here, to not fit in again, but trying hard, really hard, to bond
with Tyler. Reese and Tyler against the world! Might as well go for
it. Reese's monologue trailed off, and Tyler felt genuinely
affectionate towards the kid, genuinely bonding, genuinely ...
protective, amongst other things ... but also ... protected. Yes,
protected.

Tyler beamed a huge happy gentle affectionate (even playful) smile
at the struggling boy, one that would say "ah, don't worry, you're
cute, and I like you", if Tyler thought in words at all. His semi
rolled in his joggers.

He remembered something. His face lit up. "I'm Tyler. I row. Do
you..."

Tyler's voice trailed off as he looked Reese up and down, but it
was too late: the sentence rolled out "...do any sport?"

And in his embarrassment, especially having just looked him up and
down to assess his body, Tyler's mind was once again filled with
the image of naked Reese; and, to his ongoing surprise, and even
greater embarrassment, he liked it. A lot.