Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2015 09:03:02 +0000
From: Big D <StoriesbyBigD@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Evan Chapter 13

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Evan: Chapter Thirteen


"What was that about?" Emily asked after Tyler had walked away.

I shrugged my shoulders, "He's just being Tyler. You know what he's
like. Ever since Jake floored his ass he's had it in for us."

"Yeah, but why is he so focused on you now? I don't get it," Emily said.

"I did punch him the other day," I said. "I've been waiting for some kind
of payback but nothing's happened yet. Maybe he's just biding his time
until we're alone."

Emily was silent for a moment. "No, it's been going on since before you
punched him. He's been focused on you for weeks now. Does he know you're
gay?"

"What difference does that make?" I asked, feeling nervous because of how
close she was coming to the truth, a truth I wasn't quite ready to admit
to.

"He's a jock. They all think they're macho. Maybe he thinks by picking on
poor little gay Ev he can prove how much of a man he is."

I laughed at that because of the tone of Emily's voice. "I take it you
don't like him?"

"What?" she asked.

"You said that like he disgusts you. Oh wait, is it because he's about the
only guy on the football team who hasn't has sex with you? Is that why you
think he's not man enough?"

Emily stared at me seriously before a huge smile broke out on her face. "I
wouldn't want to have sex with him."

"That's not what you said the other day," I grinned. "You said he had an
amazing body that you'd love to ride."

"Yeah, but that was before I had my eyes opened by your brother."

"And your legs," I quipped.

Emily laughed and tossed a piece of trash at me. We finished eating our
lunch with not so much as a word from Jake. He sat at the other table with
his arm around Tina, laughing and joking with her and her friends.

When the bell rang and Jake still didn't seek me out like he normally did
to tell me he'd see me by his car after school I grabbed my gym bag from my
locker and headed to my next class, not knowing what the hell was going on
with him. He told me he was fine with what had happened and that it
wouldn't change a thing between us but then here he was completely ignoring
me for the first time ever and throwing himself at some girl. What was I
supposed to think?

I couldn't say what my next class was about because nothing went in. All I
could think about was Jake and how badly we'd messed up by even thinking we
could have sex and nothing would come of it. I could only assume he was
trying to compensate for nearly fucking me and doing something he saw as
gay by finding a girl to prove he was straight. Then I started to wonder
why he even needed to do that. If he was so convinced of his own sexuality
and of being straight, why did he need to prove it to anyone, especially
himself? Was there doubt there? Is that why he wouldn't even look at me?
No, it couldn't be.

Then I made the mistake of looking at the clock on the classroom wall. I
stared at it as it kept ticking, moving closer and closer to the end of the
class and what I was afraid was going to be an inevitable showdown with
Tyler. What was he going to do to me? I wasn't sure if I was frightened or
excited. I knew he wouldn't try anything other than humiliating me while we
were in front of the other guys but what happened if we were alone? Would
he prove that I couldn't say no to him? Would he make me say yes? Would I
still be a virgin in two hours when I got home? The thought that I might
actually be about to get fucked by a guy, a hot guy at that, meant I
couldn't sit still and nothing anyone said even registered on my ears.

When the bell finally rang it took me a few seconds to realize people were
leaving. I jumped up from my seat, shoving my things in my bag, which I
held over my slightly bulging crotch, and headed out, walking slowly toward
the gym and my unknown fate.

I was just about to enter the locker room to get changed when I saw Tyler
coming the other way, already dressed for class. He looked so hot with his
muscles bulging in a shirt that must have been at least a size too small. I
stifled a gasp and closed my eyes as he approached, stepping to one side to
let him past. I felt his presence without even looking at him and heard a
sexy, deep chuckle as he passed by me, leaning in just enough to whisper.

"I can still taste you."

My eyes shot open but he had already walked away. Just the thought that he
could still taste my precum had my dick plumping up and I cursed him
because now I had to go get changed in front of a bunch of guys who would
never stop teasing me if they thought I had a boner.

I made my way over to an empty spot on one of the benches and hung my stuff
on a peg. I still had Tyler's words playing over in my head when someone
nearby let off a massive fart and the jocks started laughing and
high-fiving him. I don't know what he ate but the smell was enough to make
me feel sick. Luckily it also made my dick limp so I changed as quickly as
I could and got out of that locker room before I threw up.

The first part of the class was a load of warm up drills Coach told us we
needed to learn before we put our bodies through anything too
strenuous. One of the jocks joked about how he did something strenuous with
a college girl last night but Coach just turned to him and said, "Why? Did
you do her laundry for her?"

We all laughed as the jock protested. "Hell no, Coach, I got in her
panties."

"Yeah and from the look of you I wouldn't be surprised if you're still
wearing them."

That made the guys howl with laughter as the jock turned red. Coach might
have looked like a typical muscle jock with no brains for anything but
sports but he was really smart and quick witted. There wasn't anything we
could say that he wouldn't have a comeback for. He was the perfect coach
for a bunch of rowdy high school guys.

We warmed up for about fifteen minutes and I couldn't help looking over to
where Tyler was every now and then. He kept looking over at me too with a
smile on his face. He was beautiful but there was something so arrogant
about him I didn't like. I still felt like he was playing me.

After we were all warmed up, Coach made us gather around him so he could
address us.

"Last week I made you guys do a leadership challenge to test how well you
could work together. Most of you failed miserably and I wouldn't trust you
with my lunch order let alone my life. Because of that I've decided to test
you again, but you're going to do a bleep test or shuttle run test first,"
he said. "All of you will line up and start together. When the first beep
sounds you start running. It goes slow at first, barely even a jog, so take
your time. You have until the next beep to reach the line twenty metres
away, where you turn and run back before another beep sounds. Keep going
back and forth. The gap between beeps will slowly decrease, getting smaller
roughly every sixty seconds until you're running pretty fast. If you don't
make it to the line before the beep you know you need to speed up. If
you're more than a few seconds behind you'll be eliminated. There are
twenty-one levels in this test, if any of you make it that far I'll give
you an A grade for the year right now. Last man standing wins. Got it?"

We all nodded and then I heard Tyler speak. "What does the winner get?"

"It's always you who has questions, isn't it, Goodwin? You can never just
do what I ask," Coach said. "The winner gets an ego boost, knowing he's got
more stamina and guts than the rest of you sorry S.O.Bs. In truth, the
winner gets the booby prize."

"What does that mean?" Tyler again.

"It means the guy who lasts the longest gets paired with the guy who lasts
the shortest and drops out first. Then second best gets paired with second
worst and so on until you all have partners."

"How is that fair?"

"Because that's what these exercises are all about," Coach said. "You learn
nothing and gain nothing from being paired with someone you're equal
to. You help someone who's maybe not as good as you to get better, that's
how you win this. You become a team. This is a mental test as much as it is
physical. Don't think that one of the smaller guys who can't run as fast or
as far has nothing to offer. They might have brains where you just have
brawn. Put them together and you might be on to a winner."

Tyler nodded his head but didn't look pleased. He turned to talk to his
buddies and it was the first time I noticed that Joe was standing beside
him. A smile crept onto my face as images from the video replayed in my
head - Joe down on his knees sucking Tyler's cock – God, if only the
rest of these guys knew what those two studs got up to. I think they'd crap
themselves.

Suddenly I felt more confident about things with Tyler. I don't know why I
didn't think of it before. Seeing Tyler and Joe together made me realize I
had some pretty incriminating evidence against both of them that they'd
never want getting out to the rest of the school. The blow job might have
been just one thing the two of them did together. What if Tyler had sucked
Joe's cock too? What if they were fucking each other? I could use it
against them. I could blow anything Tyler did to me out of the
water. Still, I wouldn't do that unless there was a good reason to and
Tyler hadn't given me that reason yet.

I started thinking about Tyler and Joe going at it like animals, their hot
bodies writhing, their muscles covered in sweat as one of them pumped his
big cock into the other's tight bubble butt. Only the sound of the first
beep pulled me out of the daze and I quickly set off, not that it took much
to catch up to the rest of the class since we were barely above walking
pace once we figured out how long was between the first beeps.

It was about seven or eight minutes of slowly building up to a run before
the first guy dropped out. Over the next two or three minutes more guys
started to slow down and stop. I think some of them just didn't want to be
the first to go. They managed a few more beeps and then just stopped and
walked over to a bench, giving up before they ever became truly exhausted.

I was left running with most of the athletes from various teams. I wasn't
the most gifted at sports by any means and in most situations would have my
ass handed to me, but running was one thing I was good at. I knew I could
outlast most of the guys here, if for nothing other than the fact that they
had about thirty pounds more muscle than I did which would eventually weigh
them down.

At around the twelve minute mark the first athlete pulled up, panting. His
teammates gave him a pretty tough time, calling him a pussy. He flipped
them off and went to get a bottle of water that Coach's assistant had
ready. We were running properly now, doing the kind of intensive drills the
guys on the football team usually did, and it was only getting faster.

I felt my breathing grow heavier and my legs were starting to burn. I
pushed through it, determined to outlast Tyler, whether I won the whole
thing or not. Another three athletes stopped, leaving only five of us, all
really feeling it by the time the tape Coach was using told us we were
entering level fourteen. There was no way I could go another seven minutes.

By the time level fifteen hit just over a minute later I was barely making
it to the line and only three of us were left. Joe and one of the other
jocks had gone and were hunched over trying to catch their breaths as we
continued. Now I was running directly next to Tyler and as stupid as it was
I decided to test him, kicking harder to push in front.

I did one twenty metre sprint and turned around to see the other guy
slowing down to a jog. It was just me and Tyler left. I didn't know where
the hell the energy came from but I was determined to outlast him. I made
one more length, just reaching the line at the beep, and turned around to
run back when I felt Tyler kick my leg out from under me as he ran past,
lagging behind. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as I pitched forward
and saw the ground coming up to meet me. I hit it hard and felt all the air
being driven out of me.

"GOODWIN!" Coach screamed at Tyler. "What the fuck do you think you're
doing?"

Tyler was panting so hard he couldn't even reply. I just lay dazed on the
floor, barely able to draw a breath.

"Go to my office now you stupid little shit," Coach seethed. He approached
me slowly as Tyler left the hall. He bent down, placing a hand on my
shoulder. "Are you okay, Evan?"

I slowly rolled over onto my back and stared up at him. I groaned and
reached my hand up to feel my jaw, which had smacked the ground pretty
hard. "I will be," I said.

"Good," Coach said, reaching down to help me up. "You're a tough little
fucker and a damn good runner. Why aren't you on a team?"

"Because I don't want to be," I said.

"I guess I can respect that," Coach said. "You're excused. Go take a nice
long shower."

"But I thought you wanted us to be paired up," I said.

"That was before Tyler wiped you out. You need to rest. If you feel dizzy
go see the nurse," Coach said, patting me on the back before he turned to
his assistant. "Andy, put these guys into their pairs. Treat third place as
first. I'll be back in a minute once I've seen to Goodwin."

Coach walked me out of the hall and into the locker room. He patted my back
again as I went to the bench where my stuff was and started to undress for
my shower. My whole body ached now.

Coach entered his office and slammed the door behind him. I couldn't hear
what was being said but he was pretty much screaming at Tyler. For a moment
I felt kind of sorry for him but then I felt the twinge in my jaw and I
smiled thinking that he was getting what he deserved.

I didn't understand him. One minute he was telling me how much he wanted to
fuck me and the next he was laying me out. Was it his competitive side not
wanting anyone else, let alone me, to win? Was it him wanting to show me up
in front of his buddies to cover up for what was going on between us out of
sight? Or did he actually just hate me and the fucking thing was a way to
mess with my head? I had no idea.

I grabbed my towel and headed into the showers. It was so weird not having
anyone in there with me because the rest of the guys were all still in
class, but it was pretty awesome at the same time. I turned on one of the
shower heads and stepped under the water, letting the heat from the spray
wash over my body and penetrate my aching muscles.

I had my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth that enveloped me, when I heard
Coach's door slam again. I listened carefully and heard Coach loud and
clear.

"Grab your shit and get the hell out of here," he was yelling at
Tyler. "When I see you at practice tomorrow you had better have had a
change in attitude or I'll bench your sorry ass."

I didn't hear any reply from Tyler, nor did Coach speak again so I just
assumed they both left and continued on with my shower. I reached over and
grabbed my shower gel, squirting some into my hand before I lathered it all
over my chest, taking the time to spread the soap over my decently
developed pecs and abs, which felt pretty hard under my fingers.

I stepped under the flowing water, letting it wash the soap off me as I
gently used my hand to get at any that was missed by the spray. I watched a
final few suds run down between my abs and along the length of my dick
before they splashed to the shower floor and then I nearly had a heart
attack when a hand touched my back.

Jumping almost out of my skin, I spun around to see Tyler standing there,
still dressed in his too-tight gym shirt, just staring at me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

"What I wanted to do last night after you sent that text," Tyler replied.

"Are you kidding me? You think I'm gonna let you fuck me in the school
showers where anyone could just walk in?" I laughed. "After what you just
did to me I should knock you out. What was that?"

"I'm sorry," Tyler said, actually looking like he meant it. "I just meant
to trip you so I'd win. I didn't want to hurt you. Are you okay?"

He tried to reach up to touch my chin but I slapped his hand away.

"I'm not one of the little whores you fuck, Tyler," I said, staring at
him. "I'm not gonna let you mess me around and humiliate me and then still
come begging for your cock. I get that you have to act all macho, that you
have an image and a reputation you have to protect, but if you really want
me you're going to have to stop being such an asshole."

Tyler's reaction wasn't what I was expecting. He started to smile and took
a step toward me, backing me up against the wall.

"What are you doing?" I asked, feeling my heart pound in my chest.

"You want me," he smiled.

"What?"

"You just said if I want you I have to stop being such an asshole. That
means you'd let me have you if I was nicer to you."

"No it doesn't," I protested.

"Yes it does," he grinned.

Before I could say anything else he closed the gap between us and pressed
his lips against mine, kissing me with so much passion it knocked me back
against the wall.

When he pulled back he growled while I panted for air.

"I want you so bad," he said, stepping back slightly so he could look at my
hard body and my even harder cock. "You are so sexy, Evan. I want to put my
dick in you."

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, and I was completely overwhelmed by what
was happening and by the sheer lust in his voice. He reached out and placed
his hand on my stomach, making me shiver. He let his fingers trail over my
abs and then moved them up to my pecs. With his hand in the middle of my
chest he pushed me back against the wall and then his lips were on mine
again.

This time I moaned, which opened my mouth slightly, allowing Tyler to slide
his tongue between my lips. When his tongue touched mine it sent a jolt of
electricity through me and suddenly I was kissing back. He kept one hand
pressed against my chest and brought the other up to my cheek as we made
out with the water crashing down on us.

When we broke apart this time and his tongue left my mouth I put my hands
on his shoulders and pushed him away from me, not because I didn't want him
near me but because I needed to process what was happening and if I'm
honest I just wanted to look at him.

His eyes burned with lust and desire. They were so intense. He licked his
lips and looked like he was about ready to devour me. I still wondered what
his true intentions were but there was no denying that he honestly and
truly wanted me. You can't fake that hunger.

My body quivered with the realization that Tyler's motives for wanting to
be with me might be nothing more than his sexual attraction to me. I felt
all warm inside and I knew what Jake had meant when he said that I made him
feel sexy. I had never been one of the guys that the girls swooned over and
I'd never been one of the sexy or hot guys that was on every girls and some
guys to-do list, but right now that didn't matter because Tyler, just from
his stare, made me feel like the hottest, sexiest guy on the planet and my
whole body wanted him.

I looked away from his face and moaned when my eyes moved over his
body. The white t-shirt he was wearing that had been too small for him
before was soaked through and clung to him like a second skin. His big,
round pecs were being hugged by the fabric, making them look more defined
than ever before. Each one was topped with a perfectly placed nipple,
standing up and erect, pushing out against the shirt, drawing my attention,
wanting me to lick and suck them. And his abs... my god, his abs. They were
incredible. They looked so hard with the white material sucked down between
each one, framing them so they looked like had been carved on to his
stomach. I licked my own lips. This guy in front of me was a god and I had
the chance to be with him.

I looked back up and stared into his eyes again. We just stood there for a
moment with our eyes locked, no words being said, searching for something
in the other's gaze.

The air around us was electric. Every hair on my body was standing on
end. I was panting still, with my heart racing, and my cock was pulsing,
harder than it had ever been, even with Jake. It throbbed in mid-air,
completely open and exposed.

The tension was too much. Tyler wasn't moving. I needed to do something. I
pushed myself away from the wall and closed the gap between us. Still
without saying a word I placed one hand on his chest and the other on the
back of his head and I pulled him down toward me, mashing our lips together
in the hottest kiss yet as he wrapped his arms around me, opened his mouth
and our tongues began a wild battle.

With our lips still locked Tyler slid his hands down my back and over my
ass, giving my cheeks a good squeeze before he hooked his hands underneath
them and lifted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he
carried me a few steps and had me pressed against the wall with my arms now
around his shoulders and neck, clinging to him as we made out.

Tyler was still fully dressed, dripping wet, as he pressed himself against
me, grinding his undeniably hard cock against me. With the way we were
positioned his shaft and head were rubbing up and down against my balls,
occasionally feeling like it was going to slip between my legs. My own dick
was rock hard between us, sliding back and forth across his amazing abs. I
moaned into his mouth and started moving my hips, trying to hump my cock
against him, becoming desperate to get off.

It was Tyler who broke the kiss first, pulling back momentarily before he
buried his face in my neck, kissing and licking the skin as I wrapped my
arms and legs around him even tighter. It felt so good and any doubts I had
before left.

He licked his way up to my ear and bit playfully on it. "So fucking sexy,"
he whispered.

"Oh God, you are too," I moaned as his tongue slid into my ear.

"Yeah," Tyler sighed. "Can you feel my dick against you? It's so hard. Let
me put it in you."

I ran my hand up the back of his head and took his hair in my fist. I
pulled back hard, making his gasp and groan. Our eyes locked again and we
stared at each other for a moment.

"No," I said.

"What?" he asked, looking dejected as he let his grip on me go and lowered
me back to the ground, taking a step back. "But you said you wanted me."

"So?" I said, holding myself up on the wall because my legs were still
weak. "That doesn't mean I'm gonna let you fuck me."

"But... I don't understand," Tyler said, lost somewhere between confusion
and lust.

I closed the gap between us and ran my hand over his chest. I looked up
into his eyes and said in the sexiest voice I could, "What if I said I
wanted to put my dick in you instead?"

Tyler's eyes went wide and I felt him shiver beneath my hand.

"No," he said in barely more than a breath. "I've never let a guy fuck me
before."

"Neither have I," I said.

"But you want it. You want a dick inside you."

"So do you," I said. "Admit it. You want to get fucked. Good and hard. You
want a guy to pound you, to make you his, to drill you so good you're
screaming his name and begging him to cum inside you."

Tyler shivered again but said nothing. He kept staring down at me, not even
blinking. I heard a deep gulp and saw him lick his lips. I stepped even
closer to him so our chests were pressed together and slid my hands around
his waist, slipping them beneath the waistband of his shorts. He gasped
when my fingers brushed against his bare ass cheeks and whimpered when my
finger slid into his crack and touched his hole.

Suddenly my hands were ripped out of his shorts and he had me by the
wrists. He put my hands above my head and pushed me back until they were
pinned against the wall. Before I could ask what he was doing his lips were
back on mine in the hungriest kiss yet.

After about a minute of deep kissing we separated, both of us gasping for
air. I was panting so hard it almost hurt and my stomach muscles were
feeling a slight burn, kind of like they do when you laugh too much.

Pushing Tyler away from me, I looked over his incredible body again. I
couldn't take it any longer. I had to get that shirt off him. I needed to
see him naked.

I reached out and gripped the bottom of his t-shirt. It was really stuck
tight to him and as I slipped my fingers up underneath the fabric and my
hand grazed across his bare skin he gave out a soft moan that turned me on
so much.

I pulled the shirt away from his body with almost a ripping sound as it
came unstuck from his skin. I lifted it up until all of his abs were
exposed and then I just held it there, admiring the muscles for a
moment. Keeping the t-shirt held in just one hand I ran my other across his
abs, feeling the hard contours and the deep grooves. God, my dick was so
hard it hurt.

Returning my second hand to the wet t-shirt, I lifted it even higher and
Tyler put his arms up so I could take it off. I fully intended to rip it
straight off him but when I had it up enough to show off his great pecs I
quickly leaned in and sucked one of his nipples into my mouth. He jumped
and let out a slight scream that made me chuckle as I held his nipple
between my teeth.

With a final lick I moved back and pulled his shirt the rest of the way off
his body, tossing it to the shower floor. The second it hit, my lips were
back on his, and this time as I ran my hands over his chest and his back it
was his bare skin, fully exposed to me. It was so smooth and it turned me
on so much.

We were still kissing when I slid my hands back into Tyler's shorts. I gave
his ass another squeeze and then pushed the shorts down. It was only when
Tyler's hard cock sprung up and collided with mine, making us both jerk and
shudder, that I saw I'd pushed his underwear down too.

He quickly stepped out of his shorts and kicked them aside so we were
standing in front of each other, eyes locked once more, completely naked
and erect. Damn, his cock was beautiful. I wanted to drop to my knees and
swallow as much of it as I could.

"Hey, Evan," someone called, making me jump and panic as I looked down and
saw my stiff dick glistening with precum. Tyler was in the same situation a
couple of feet from me and for the first time since that first kiss we
remembered where we were; the school showers.

"Evan? Are you in the shower?" the voice called. I realized who it was;
Andy, Coach's assistant.

"Hey," I called back, not knowing what else to do. "Yeah, I'm in the
shower."

"Okay, cool. Coach just wanted me to come and make sure you were alright."
I could tell by the volume of his voice that he was close to the shower
entrance but he didn't put his head around the corner to look in or
anything.

"I'm fine," I said, trying to sound relaxed, even though I was shitting
myself. "I was just enjoying the warmth of the water. I'll be done in a
minute."

"Great," he called. "You're not feeling dizzy or anything?"

"No," I replied. "My jaw is a bit sore but that's nothing. I'm good."

"That's awesome. Okay, I'll leave you to it. Class will be done in about
ten minutes so you might want to get done before the rest of those guys
come in and stink up the place."

"Thanks," I said, listening carefully to the sound of his footsteps walking
away. God that was close. My heart was pounding even harder than before.

Tyler hadn't said a word but that was close enough for me. I reached out to
turn my shower off but Tyler's big hand closed around my wrist and stopped
me. He pushed my arms down so they were at my side and stepped right in
behind me, pressing his chest against my back.

"What are you doing? We were almost caught just then," I said, trying to
turn around as his big arms enveloped me and his chin came to rest on my
shoulder. I couldn't move.

"Almost caught," he said. "You heard him. We still have ten minutes."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp
but he had me held tight to him and his hands started roaming my body,
running over my chest and down my abs until he wrapped his hand around my
cock and licked my neck.

"Oh fuck... Tyler..." I gasped and groaned, feeling another person's hand
truly on my cock for the first time.

I was so hard my dick was throbbing in his hand as he started moving it up
and down, actually stroking me. He was jerking my cock and giving me a hand
job while he continued to kiss and lick my neck. I couldn't believe it. I
wanted to run, knowing where we were and how close we'd already come to
getting caught, but I was powerless when it came to this guy.

Tyler's hand continued its journey up and down my cock and then his other
hand slid down to caress my balls. I started to moan and threw my head back
against his shoulder, which exposed my neck even more for his lips. He let
his middle finger graze over the skin of my taint and I had my bite my lip
to stop myself from screaming.

"Tyler, please..." I said, in little more than a whimper.

"Please what?" he asked. "Tell me what you want, Evan."

He licked his way up my neck until he was teasing my earlobe with the tip
of his tongue. I was just about to speak, to tell him to stop, when his
hard dick suddenly brushed against my ass and settled into my crack.

He held me even closer now with his dick nestled between my cheeks. It felt
huge. It also felt so good against me. I came so close to telling him to
just stick it in me, but I couldn't get past the fact we were still in
school. I couldn't risk being caught with Tyler's dick inside me. I'd never
be able to show my face again.

Tyler's hand never stopped jerking my cock, in fact it changed pace,
stroking me in time with the thrusts he was now making against my ass,
sliding his dick up and down through the crack of my ass. He even squeezed
my balls a little to make my body tense so my ass would clench around his
cock.

"Tyler, please..." I said again. The only reply I got was his panted breath
in my ear. "We have to stop."

"Why?" he said. "Doesn't it feel good?"

His hand swirled around the slick head of my dick and my whole body felt
like it lifted off the ground with the electricity that shot through it. No
one had ever made me feel anywhere near that amount of pleasure before. I
knew if he kept it up I was going to cum.

"It feels amazing," I moaned. "But someone might see us. Stop."

Not even for the slightest second did his grip loosen or the rhythm and
pace of his strokes falter or lessen.

"No," he said. "I'm going to keep jerking your cock, rubbing my dick
against your ass and licking your neck until you say it."

"Say what?" I gasped.

"That you want me to fuck you," he said.

"Not here," I moaned as he ran his fingertips around the tip of my cock,
scooping up the precum leaking from it to rub all over my shaft, making his
hand slide up and down with even more ease than before.

"It doesn't have to be here. I'll fuck you anywhere. Just say it," Tyler
growled in my ear.

His dick was leaking precum against my ass and I felt my cheeks becoming
coated with it. He kept humping his hips against me, sending his dick back
and forth along my crack. Every so often the spongy head of his cock made
contact with my hole and I had to bite my lip and grab on to one of his
arms just to steady myself. I was so close to reaching back to take hold of
it so I could position it ready for entry.

"We have to stop," I said again, resisting.

"So stop me," Tyler said. He held still, his hand around my cock, his dick
deep in my ass crack. "I'm not holding you down. I'm not forcing you to do
anything you don't want to do. Take my hand off your dick. Step away from
me so my cock isn't sliding against your ass. Do it."

I closed my eyes, knowing he was right. I could have pushed him away at any
time. I could push him away now. But I didn't want to. I wanted his hands
on me. I wanted him kissing my neck. I wanted his dick not just against my
ass but in my ass, fucking me deep. Oh God.

"Just what I thought," Tyler said when I didn't say anything and didn't try
to move away. He brought his free hand up and turned my head until his lips
could cover mine. He kissed me and slid his tongue in my mouth as he went
back to jerking my cock and humping his dick against my ass. "Now get ready
because I'm not gonna stop until I've made you cum."

A tremor went through my body as he said that. His hand sped up so he was
really pounding on my cock, the slopping sound of my precum wetting his
hand as it beat on my dick made the whole thing even hotter and I found
myself thrusting up into his fist.

"Yeah, fuck my fist, Ev," Tyler moaned, "sends your ass right back on my
cock."

He was right. As I pulled my cock back through his fist it pushed my ass
onto his still thrusting cock, which was so slick now it was just gliding
up and down my crack. My mind was whirring, thinking that it was his ass
that I was fucking instead of his hand but also thinking about what it
would feel like if that pistoning dick was actually inside me, fucking my
ass.

My balls suddenly pulled up and I knew I was going to cum. I shoved hard
into Tyler's hand and my cock erupted, spewing cum from the slit, shooting
three feet into the air before it hit the wall. I had never cum that hard
in my life and couldn't believe that it was all coming from me.

The next thing I knew Tyler was biting down on my shoulder and then I felt
it, his hot cum exploding from his cock, shooting straight up my back and
running down my spine until it trickled down over my ass.

I was panting, trying to catch my breath, when Tyler's arm wrapped around
my chest and he licked my ear again. He pulled his hips back so his cock
wasn't touching me and then I felt him shift behind me. I jumped when I
felt the head of his cock pressed against my hole. Rather than pushing in
he simply brushed it back and forth, rubbing his cum against my hole with
his cock.

It felt so good I wanted to push back so it would slip inside me. I almost
did. I felt relaxed enough and wanted it enough that I was sure it would
have gone in.

"That's it," Tyler whispered. "Do you feel that? You want it. I could push
it in right now and you wouldn't stop me."

I couldn't say anything to that. I couldn't deny it because we both knew
that would be a lie, but I couldn't confirm it either. I couldn't give him
that satisfaction, as stupid as it was with his cum still running down my
back.

That realization suddenly shook me and I panicked. Class would be finishing
any moment and the guys would come in here for their showers. I couldn't be
caught with cum all over me. That was almost as bad as being caught
actually getting fucked. I pushed Tyler away and turned around into the
still spraying water, hoping it would wash away Tyler's cum.

Tyler just laughed his deep laugh as he watched me. When I shot an annoyed
look at him he smiled and walked over to me. I was afraid of what he was
going to do.

He reached over and grabbed the shower gel, pouring some into his hands. He
rubbed them together to lather it up and then turned me so he could wash my
back and my ass. When he was done he turned me back around into the spray
of the water and I watched as he rubbed soap all over his deflating dick
and then reached over to do the same to mine.

When he was done he leaned in and placed the briefest peck of a kiss on my
lips and then pulled away grinning. "I told you I'd wash your back for
you."

He walked over to another shower, turned the water on, washed off his cock,
grabbed his clothes off the floor and just sauntered out like nothing had
happened. I was stunned, not just by his nonchalance but also by the fact
that I'd just done what I had with Tyler. There was no going back now.



To Be Continued...