Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1998 12:57:01 -0800
From: David Smith <davey-s@APEXMAIL.COM>
Subject: Tyler & Phil Part I

Tyler & Phil
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Hey guys!  This story is about Tyler & Phil; it contains homosexual sex and
love between teenage boys, if you don't wanna read it, LEAVE!  If you're
under 18, you probably shouldn't be reading it (this is *so* hypocritical...
I'm writing it & I'm under 18!) -- but I think that it may help you if you
have any problems similar to Tyler & Phil's... just don't show your parents & 
clear your caches and histories! :)

The story isn't true, but I wish it would happen to me ;)


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Please email me if you have any comments or criticisms, or you just wanna
talk.  I guess I'm quite lonely. :(  -> davey-s@apexmail.com <-  All flames,
hatemail, etc. will be ignored.


Part I
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I looked up at the sky and decided that it was about to rain, this caused me
to quicken my pace to maths.  I hated getting my hair wet when I wasn't
headed home... it meant that it would probably stick vertically up and look
stupid for the rest of the day.  This was no laughing matter with short,
blonde hair that took every opportunity to rise to attention.

I had never had a girlfriend, though I was 17... it was just never very
important to me.  I had come close a couple of times, saying "maybe" when
girls asked, but hardly ever got turned on by them, I had never considered
that possibility that I might be gay.

It was weird as a teenager, never being turned on by girls... I could see
them naked, or being fucked but my dick just stayed limp.  I tried to
fantasise about women when I was masturbating, but could hardly ever cum.  I
never thought that I might be gay... I just thought that it'd be OK with the
right woman.

Being 17 now, I think I've decided I'm gay but can't really be sure, maybe
I'm bi or something, I do know that I like boys and want to go to bed with
one.

I arrived at maths slightly late but not too wet, I was able to check my
appearance in a mirror in one of the toilets, my hair was ruffled and damp
but I had lost the will to do anything about it... I was feeling a little
depressed.

We had a boring hour and a half of maths, I was glad to get out of the stuffy 
room, I had one more lecture that day, physics, I decided to walk slowly and
listen to some music on my Walkman.  I bumped into Tyler, a guy in my physics 
class.  He was clean cut with dark, gelled hair and a good complexion... he
turned me on in a big way, my dick started to get hard and I had to battle to 
get it down.  I couldn't resist looking at his ass; the little buns hiding in 
his trousers were driving me wild.  I was a virgin, but knew exactly what was 
involved in gay sex thanks to the Net; he probably did as well but was
straight and had a girlfriend, and a constant troop of female admirers.

We got talking, I'd never really said all that much to him, I felt really
nervous.  He suggested that we give physics a miss, and go to his place and
listen to some music, his parents were away in the States on business and
we'd have the place all to ourselves because they'd also taken his little
brother.  I used to sit next to him in physics, but we hardly spoke, the
lecturer moved the tables and we now sat about fifteen feet apart.  We had
never been "great mates" and were more acquaintances than friends, but I had
often caught him staring at me, he looked like he was just staring past me,
out the window and into space, but always stopped when I looked up.  I got a
hardon every time; his green eyes really turned me on.

We got to his house by taking a bus from the nearest stop, I was first on the 
bus and sat down, he sat down opposite me and arranged his legs oddly, like
he was trying to hide something in his pocket.  We got off the bus near his
house... it was a modest four bedroom detached in a fashionable part of the
city.  Tyler went inside and I followed, I felt slightly uncomfortable and
said, "You sure this is OK?"
"Yeah, sure, why wouldn't it be?"  He sounded a little nervous.

We went into the lounge, "So, who do you prefer, Catatonia or the Manics?
"Catatonia,"
"OK, this is their latest, International Velvet."  As he finished what he was 
saying the familiar chords of "Mulder & Scully" were booming out of his
parents' speakers.

Tyler got a couple of Cokes and we just sat and listened, I noticed he was
staring at me the way he does sometimes in physics.  I said, "Why do you do
that, man?" just as track 4 ("Road Rage") was starting.
"What?" He said, turning red.
"You know, look at me like..."
"Like what?"
"I dunno, forget it."  Then the phone rang; it was his girlfriend, Kara. 
They chatted for a few minutes, him mostly answering "Yes, yeah, OK," then he 
ended the conversation by saying, "I'm a little busy right now, can you call
later?  OK then, love you."

He walked back over to where I was sitting and told me that he wants to dump
Kara because she's way too clingy and wants to go to bed.  He confided in me
that he was a virgin and didn't really want to have sex with her.  I gazed
into his eyes but looked away quickly when a felt my dick stirring.  I didn't 
really know how love felt, I just guessed that I had a crush on him or
something.

We sat there listening to Catatonia for a few more minutes, then I noticed
him staring at me again, "You're doing it again... what's wrong with you?" 
He suddenly got up and rushed out of the room.  I heard him bound up the
stairs.

I figured that he must have gone to get something, but he didn't come back
after five minutes and the CD had almost finished.  I got up and went out of
the lounge and up the stairs.  I thought I could hear something in the very
last room on my left when I walked past it, I tapped gently, "Tyler, are you
OK?"  I'd forgotten how much I liked him... it suddenly hit me... "Tyler? 
Tyler, man, are you OK?  Talk to me."

He opened the door and had red bloodshot eyes; it looked like he had been
crying.  "What's the matter?" I said,
"Nothing, want to listen to the Manics now?"
"No, not until you tell me what's wrong."
"Doesn't matter, let's get a pizza,"
"Tell me why you've been crying."
"I got something in my eye, that's all, it's OK now."  He almost shouted.  I
decided to let it go; whatever it was, he didn't want to share and I was in
no position to make him.

He walked slowly downstairs, went into the lounge and sat on the sofa.  I sat 
next to him, about a foot apart.  He used his remote to switch the CD, we
were listening to "If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next".  I found 
myself dozing, this wasn't like me, I hardly ever slept when it wasn't dark.  
I started to doze again, and gently awoke to find Tyler's hand on my inner
thigh; he was gently massaging it, allowing his hand to get very close to my
crotch.  He saw my eyes opening and moved his hand quickly, "Sorry, oh fuck,
I'm so sorry..." He stammered, I couldn't believe what was happening.  He
jumped up and tried to get of the room, I grabbed his arm and noticed a large 
bulge in his tousers.
"Just let me go," he was almost crying,
"What were you doing?"
"Nothing, I... I just wanted to..." tears were streaming down his face now,
"Just wanted to what?" I asked,
"Just wanted to touch you... OK?  I just wanted to fucking touch you."  He
slumped down onto the floor and sobbed.  I couldn't believe what I had just
heard...
"It-It's OK..." now I was the one stammering.
"You'd better go... you'll be dying to tell everyone what a faggot I am and
how I was rubbing your leg while you were asleep..." the tears were still
coming,
"You're gay?  I never guessed... I mean, you've got a girlfriend..."
"I'm sorry, Phil.  I... I think I'm falling in love with you."  Now it was my 
turn to cry as I realised how much Tyler meant to me... I just wanted to hold 
him and never let him go.

Slowly I leant in to Tyler's face and kissed him on the lips, he put his
tongue in my mouth and I got a sort of dizzy, dazed feeling like I was
floating.

We just sat there for about forty-five minutes, staring into each other's
eyes, kissing and cuddling.  I felt great, but couldn't keep from crying for
more than about five minutes... all of the feelings I had felt now seemed
OK... this felt like the most natural thing in the world.

I started to gently massage his crotch, my hand exploring his hard dick
through his jeans, it felt so great.  I could tell he was enjoying it by his
moaning.  I unzipped his jeans and his cock sprang up, restricted on by the
cotton of his black bikini briefs.  I pulled them down and lowered my mouth
to his cock.  I didn't even consider licking his nipples or caressing his
body (it was my first time and I was nervous!).  I just wanted his dick in my 
mouth.  I was swirling my tongue around his cock head, he was about six and a 
half inches and uncut (like me), I took all of his cock into my mouth,
savouring the taste and hoping that I could do this again and again.  His
cock jerked and he moaned.  I started bobbing my head, moving up and down his 
entire shaft, and he yelled, "I'm gonna CUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"  I sped up my 
bobbing, knowing that I wanted his cum in my mouth, he grabbed the back of my 
head and forced me down on his cock.  His cum started pumping into my mouth I 
savoured the taste and swallowed it all, milking every last drop out of his
softening cock.  I was in heaven!  His cum tasted great and I was
experiencing a fantasy I had enjoyed many times when I was wanking - this was 
just 500 times better!  I realised that I had cum my underwear.  Tyler
collapsed onto the carpet, I collapsed on top of him.  "Oh, man, that was so
fucking great, where'd you learn to do that?" He asked.
"I dunno, I hope it was as good for you as it was for me!"
"Can I do you now?"
"Too late!  I've already cum, maybe later?"
"Sure thing, you're amazing."
"You're pretty amazing yourself."

We lay together for a while, talking, fondling and kissing, Tyler and I both
decided that we were hungry, he suggested going down to the local burger
joint.  He gave me some clean underwear to change into, a pair of white
bikini briefs, they fit perfectly, I got hard immediately.  I asked if he had 
anything other than bikini briefs, but he said no - he loved the feeling and
support, I hadn't worn them since I was 14, but now decided that they seemed
great - I would try to get some ASAP!  I was turned on by the type of
underwear I was wearing and that Tyler had worn them, I just couldn't lose my 
hardon.  We walked slowly, trying to stop our roaming hands from touching
each other... we both felt that a public show of our affection would just
cause problems.  After an uneventful burger & fries (apart from the
under-table groping!) we walked back to his place, by now it was almost dark
and I said I had to call home to tell my mum where I was.  We were so horny;
I had to prise him off me, just to use the phone!

I picked up the receiver and dialled, my mum was a little mad - she had been
expecting me earlier because we had relatives visiting, she told me to come
home now.  I tried to protest, but knew how important it was to her, so I
hung-up and walked into the kitchen where Tyler was preparing a drink.  I
told him that I had to go and his face dropped, "I'll call tomorrow, sorry,
my mum's really mad!"
"But I wanted to suck your dick," He seemed really upset.  "How do you expect 
me to get rid of this?" He said, pulling his dick out of his jeans.
"I'm sure you can think of something, my cock is all yours tomorrow!"  He
grabbed me and gave me a long passionate kiss, I didn't want it to end but
managed to break free and gave him a hug, I put on my coat and went out the
front door into the darkness of the cold December night.

				   * * *

The next morning when I woke up, I was feeling really nervous (and really
happy) because I'd said I'd call Tyler, I hadn't been able to get him out of
my mind for the last fifteen hours, his soft hair and deep voice... I felt
sort of magical, but nervous that he might not feel the same.

I got dressed slowly, then went downstairs for breakfast, my mum was eating
toast at the kitchen table, she said good morning.  I got a cup of coffee and 
went back up to my bedroom.

I picked up my cellphone from the desk and started to dial Tyler's number (he 
had written it on a small scrap of paper before I left his house the previous 
night), the phone began to ring and Tyler answered, "Hello?"
"Hi, it's me..."
"Do you wanna come over here?  My parents and brother are still away and I'm
lonely!"
"OK, I'll be there in fifteen minutes, bye,"
"Bye."

I grabbed a jacket and went out into the unusually cold day, shouting to my
mum that I'd be back later, possibly tonight.  The cold hit me... I braced
myself and continued.  My face was beginning to lose feeling in the wind
chill, I was being made unusually cold by the weather, I reached Tyler's
house, he was waiting inside the door.  He let me in and said that we needed
to talk.

I followed him into the lounge, he sat down on one of the chairs, I sat
opposite... he looked tired and withdrawn, he sounded fine on the phone... I
couldn't work out what was wrong.

"I'm really sorry about yesterday," he started, "I was... confused... I
don't--"
"But," I protested, "I wanted you to do it... I want to be with you, I felt
so happy and contented.  I've never felt that way before.  And anyway, I was
the one who sucked you," I was now close to tears.
"I shouldn't have let you - I'm not gay, I mean, I like girls, not boys.  I'm 
normal like everyone else...  Please don't tell anyone what we did."
"But--"
"No buts."
"If that's what you want," I whispered, tears running down my face, "but, I
can't get you out of my mind, I-"
"Stop saying things like that!  Don't come to my house and start being queer. 
I was just confused yesterday, OK?"  He shouted.
I couldn't speak... I felt like my insides were being ripped out, I just
curled up and cried.  "But..." I trailed off.
"Look, I'm sorry, can't we just forget it ever happened?"
"You might be able to, but I can't."
"IT WAS A MISTAKE!  DON'T YOU GET IT?"
"No, how can something that felt so wonderful be a mistake?" I whispered.
"If you can't forget it, we can't be friends.  Get out of my house."

I slowly got up and walked out of the house, tears streaming down my face; it 
made me wish I had never met Tyler.  For the next three hours I walked around 
the city's shopping centres, trying to make sense of what had happened, and
my feelings.  I had never, ever felt like this before, it felt like someone
close to me had died, I had an empty feeling and didn't know what to do apart 
from sob, I got a few strange looks whilst walking along sobbing, but I was
past caring.

I ended up back at home, no one was in, they had gone tenpin bowling.  I went 
into my room and collapsed on the bed, I had stopped crying but I thought
that was only because I had no more tears.

I fell asleep, I was dreaming about being with Tyler and then having him
taken away from me, it was not very restful.  I was woken by the sound of my
cellphone ringig.  I answered and said, "Hello," but there was no reply and
the person at the other end hung-up after a few seconds.  I looked down at
the LCD screen; it displayed the last number that called.  It looked vaguely
familiar, but I couldn't place it - it wasn't in the phone/SIM memory.  I
looked back through the numbers I had last called (it keeps a record of the
last ten), I spotted that this mystery number was the last number to be
called from my phone.  I took a second to think about it, IT WAS TYLER!

My heart skipped a beat, but he'd probably just called to tell me how much he 
hates faggots, especially me.  I decided not to call him back.  I realised I
was hungry and went down the stairs and though the lounge to the kitchen.  I
made some toast and fried some eggs and bacon, I sat down and ate...
realising that I had not eaten anything in almost 24 hours (dinner last
night), I had been asleep longer than I thought.

I was feeling sad again... I felt alone and lost.  I started to cry and the
doorbell rang.  I considered not answering it -- I didn't feel like talking
to anyone and it would be obvious that I had been crying.

I slowly got up, figuring that if it wasn't urgent they leave before I got to 
the door.  Through the frosted glass I could see a figure about 6', it looked 
like a he.  I put my key in the door and opened it.  It was Tyler.  He looked 
worse than he did this morning, maybe it was just the cold weather, maybe
something was eating him.  "Yeah?" I asked coldly.
"Hi, I--"
"Look, if you're here to have a go at me or tell me about our 'accident' last 
night, I don't wanna hear it.  Go and find a girl."  I was feeling really
depressed.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... can I come in to talk?"
I though about it, "OK," I swung open the door; he stepped inside looking
cold and sad.  He took off his coat and hung it on the stand.  I shut the
door, not bothering to lock it because I though he'd just come to tell me not 
to say anything to his friends about what we'd done.  "What do you wanna talk 
about, then?  How about the weather... cold isn't it?  Or sport... you seen
any good football recently?" I asked coldly.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?  Stopping things is your job."
"I'm sorry I said that stuff.  You gotta understand, my parents, they're
sorta religious, and believe that a lot of things are the work of Satan and
homosexuality is a sin."
"I didn't know..."
"Well, being gay is completely unacceptable, they'd probably disown me if
they ever even thought I was gay, they certainly would if they found out that 
we kissed.  Now do you understand why I'm not comfortable with it?" His eyes
were welling up with tears.
"Yeah... I'm sorry," a single tear fell from my face onto the carpet.
"You didn't know -- it's not your fault."
"Come here," I whispered, we pulled together in a very tight embrace.  We
kissed and our tongues switched places, I went weak at the knees, I never
knew that kissing alone could bring this much pleasure.
"I think I love you," he whispered into my ear.
"Me too," I said just before planting my lips on his.


If you think that this story is worth continuing, email davey-s@apexmail.com.

Please email me if you have any comments or criticisms, or you just wanna
talk.  I guess I'm quite lonely. :(  -> davey-s@apexmail.com <-  All flames,
hatemail, etc. will be ignored.