Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2011 17:16:47 +0200
From: Mark Gouwen <lthawk34@xs4all.nl>
Subject: Tyler and Reese - part 8
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 8
by Sandboy
So this is Tyler.. whatisname. Damn, he's a stud. Muscles all over. Simply
no end to the awesomeness he's simply radiating. Forget about Spiderman,
Captain Proton... this guy's got it all. But hey.. why does he look so
uncertain then? Judging from his face- .. I realise I'm simply standing
there and staring again. Damn, I'll ruin my reputation right away. Better
move.
I walk over and manage to stumble over that crappy old rug on the floor
right before I stick out my hand. 'qoH!' Still, I manage to right myself
and find myself working to keep my face smooth as the big lug crushes my
right hand.
"Hi. I'm Reese. Reese Bartowski."
He lets go off me, thank Cthulhu.
"Reese. Nice to meet ya." He grins at me, showing off his big strong white
teeth. If his nose wasn't so.. awkward he'd be a god. He's sex on legs as
it is. Hope he isn't a real yIntagh with a sports scholarship.
"Uhm.. I seem to have basically taken half already. Eh.." I notice I'm
staring at my feet again and look up into his, faltering, smile. "Welcome.
I hope we'll be great room mates."
Smooth, Reese, real smooth.
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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 8
by Sandboy
Tyler's sense of naked Reese grew even stronger as Reese blushed
beet red in response to Tyler's question about sport. Blushing is
such a totally physical response. As Reese alternately reddened and
blanched during the rattling near-monologue that followed, and
Tyler shrank in embarrassment at having asked such a plainly
inappropriate question (but what else could he say? he was Tyler,
he rowed, he rowed and he jerked, but mostly he rowed...) his sense
of protectiveness towards Reese grew - and so, strangely, did his
sense of being protected by this geeky boy from the socially
bewildering world of collegetown. He also experienced his own
totally physical response, as his hanging semi, so recently
ejaculated, nevertheless grew heavier once again in response to
this geeky boy.
"So, no real sports?", Tyler asked, compounding his earlier error
(but what else could he say? he was Tyler, he rowed, rowed and
jerked, but mostly rowed...). "Not even a run or summat?"
Reese's monologue continued a while (although it did confirm, to
Tyler's delight, that they were both doing physics majors - geek
boy was gonna be Tyler's principal teaching resource) ... then
collapsed in an utterly incomprehensible astronomy joke (Tyler just
looked pained and bewildered), at which Reese fled in embarrassment
to the bathroom.
Mmmmmm. Bathroom. Naked Reese. Tyler's cock throbbed to full power.
He pushed open the door to his tiny bedroom - just wide enough for
a single bed [ie a bed for one] and room to stand up, took in the
scene, and fell onto the bed, on his back. He push his joggers down
and pulled his sweat up, exposing his ass to the bed and his fine
asscheeks to the room, and taking his throbbing cock in his hand.
He pulled at it, and in just four or five strokes it was ready to
deliver a couple of shots of cum, and Tyler paused, expertly, on
the brink. Then, to his horror, Tyler realised that the *only*
image in his head, apart from his own fine muscular arm, was the
image of naked Reese: vulnerable, skinny, in need of protection,
but also social and intellectual protector. Reese, only metres away
in the bathroom at this very moment. The moment he realised this,
without any further movement of his hand, he shot his cum. Two
shots, on his belly.
He looked around for something to wipe on, but there was nothing,
of course, so he just lowered his sweat and smudged the cum on the
inside of that. He pulled up his joggers and swung himself upright,
and strolled back into the shared room, his spent cock swinging
heavy in his joggers. Reese was still in the bathroom.
Tyler looked in resignation and the pile of cases and the dull task
they represented. He began to take things out and position them at
random in his half of the room. He had some sporty muscle-men
posters; he put them randomly on his part of the wall, feeling an
unfamiliar disinterest in them, almost a disgust compared to ...
no, must stop thinking that. 'His part of the wall'. Hm.
Interesting concept. Who defined that? Reese did. It felt
comfortable, having Reese in charge. Safe.
Reese came back into the shared room from the bathroom in
unfamiliar silence, took a book, and started to read. 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 to do.