Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2006 23:20:36 -0500
From: Chris Creamer <ou.ohyeah@gmail.com>
Subject: tyler series 4

Note: thanks again for the kind words, guys. You really know how to make a
newb feel welcome. Here's the final installment (for now; I've plotted out
more, but when to get to it...that's the mystery). Enjoy.

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It's pouring down rain by the time I get to Tyler's house. Water is at
least 6 inches deep in the street, and I`m soaked down to my skivvies.

	Tyler's house. Made of brick--the kind of house a doctor would
have. Even in the rain and the dark I see part of the front is covered in a
vine. A single light is on in what can only be the living room--right next
to the front door, with its engraved bronze plate bearing Tyler's last
name. Graham.

	I knock five times. The sound of my bones against the wood is
heavy, and I almost wonder if he hears it. Rain runs down my neck. My shirt
is already soaked. I can almost feel my nipples standing out under my
shirt. Giving their little salutes.

	I hear a deadbolt unlatch slowly.

	The door opens slowly, and Tyler stands in the threshold. He's
wearing a wifebeater--probably the same one as before--and windpants.

	"John?"

	"Alright," I say. "I don't know which one of us wins, and I really
don't care."
	"God, you look terrible. Come on inside, dry off."

	I don't move. "You're a really nice guy, and you're a great friend,
but for right now...I have something I have to tell you."

	His eyes narrow and he stands to one side. This is a cue to come
in. So I do. He leads me to a bathroom just off the main hall.

	"Um." He rubs one hand through his still-wet hair. Must've just
gotten out of the shower. "I'll bring you some dry clothes."

	He's flustered. And naturally so.

	So am I. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I should've stayed home
and...not gotten involved.

	I stand in front of the door-length mirror and pull off my
shirt. My chest glistens with water soaked through the shirt. Kick off my
shoes and pull off freakishly wet socks. Unbutton my jeans and let gravity
take them down. Slip my fingers around the waist of my tidy-whities--stuck
to my skin and displaying my cock, matted against the cotton--and pull them
down too. I hold them in my hand. They're heavy, laden with water, and I
stare at them for a moment or two.

	Yeah. Maybe this was a bad idea.

My chest is slim. Almost no muscle, but its there anyway. A small happy
trail leading down to a trim circle of hair just above my soft cock.  Soft
and growing.

"John?"

Shit.

"Yeah?" I turn around and see him. Holding a folded pair of jeans and a
white tee-shirt at waist level. I look down at myself. My cock is at full
mast.

"Uh...I'm sorry."

"Its..." Tyler looks at me for a moment. His eyes go slowly downward. He
snaps out of it a minute later and hands me the clothes. "It's ok. I'll be
in the den whenever you're ready."

So I get dressed.

When I'm ready, he says. "In the den." Shit. No one talks like that. Only
gods on Olympus talk like that--and that's what Tyler is. A
god--unattainable, perfect and mysterious. A strange and inviting
combination.

I walk into the Den to see Tyler sprawled, shirtless, on the leather
sofa. With remote firmly in hand, he's flipping through the channels
indiscriminately. Why is he shirtless?  He looks away from the TV; both of
his eyebrows raised, and says cheerfully, "you're back."

"Yeah." I scratch the back of my head. "Thanks for the clothes."

"No problem." He waves a hand passively. And sits up. "What was it you had
to tell me?"

I inhale. Deeply. And I steel myself.

"Tyler, I'm..."

He stares at me with a bowed head and wide eyes, silently prying me to
press on.  "Gay." It sounds so effortless that I almost don't believe I
said it.  Tyler's brow furrows and he leans back in the sofa. Strokes his
abs idly for a moment.

Oh...Awkward.

Tyler's mouth opens and hangs there for a second while he searches for the
words. His head leans back and he smiles and stares back at me.

"Why are you smiling?"

He stands and wraps his fingers around the waistband of his windpants. And
he pulls them down slowly.

This isn't happening, this isn't happening. Stuff like this doesn't happen
to me--to anyone. Though...even in Greece, the gods regularly walked among
men. And Tyler is walking among me right now. Walking toward me.

I step away from the wall slowly. My eyes narrow. Stop trying to play
tough, John. You're fooling yourself. This could be it.

But...it probably isn't. You can talk the talk, Johnny-Boy, but can you
walk the walk? Not when it comes right down to it. `Cause...you're a pussy
like that.

Bullshit. One hand still in my pants--his pants that smell
just-from-the-laundry fresh--I rub my erection some more.

A red and thoroughly stiff cock--circumcised--rests in Tyler's hand. The
other hand hangs idly at his side. My eyes trace the outline of his
physique. His ribs, his broad pecs, and tiny little perfect nipples. A
perfectly hairless and sculpted chest.

My cock flinches in the pants. For a second, I lament a premature leak.

The world stops. Between the ticks of the clock, it's just a very naked
Tyler standing three feet away from me; and a very horny me. A very horny
subconscious that wants this in a bad way.

"Uhm..."

"It's okay, John." He sounds generous anyway. Like even if I refuse, he
won't hold it against me.

"Uhm..."

"I hope I'm right in assuming what I'm proposing here, despite the fact
that we both know what that does to you and me."

"This...is this why you bumped my foot earlier today? Why you...didn't wear
a cup out there."

"Glad you noticed that." He smiles curtly. "I like to think I'm observant
like that; that I notice you staring at me off and on during school." He
stands from the sink and leans close to me. His lips meet mine, and the
world gets very hot for a moment. I feel sweat rolling down my
forehead. His lips are wet and soft. He doesn't try to force his tongue
into my mouth. The kiss is short and sweet and hot and delicious. He pulls
away slowly and smiles. Grabs his cock in one hand.

"Touch it."

My hand quivers and extends to the red rod in his hand. And my fingers run
across the head. Tyler inhales and his head reclines. My hand slides from
the head to his pubic bone, feeling the veins and the imperfections in the
skin. The slight curvature--he probably jacks lots.

And then I pull away quickly. Haphazardly.

"No," I say. "This isn't right."

"What? But...I thought you were..."

"Yeah, no, I know." The world becomes a blur. I massage my temple with one
hand.

"It's...complicated."

"Listen," Tyler says and leans close to me, laying a hand on my
shoulder. "We can do this, if you want. And we don't have to. I only
thought that since you were...you know--"

"Gay."

"That I could...I dunno, help you out."

Silence.

"And I thought...Christ, John, I'm sorry. I thought since we haven't talked
in years...we used to be friends. I want to get to know you again. High
School's been a fucking change, yeah, but I thought...Jesus, I don't know."

He's being apologetic. Needlessly.

"No," I say, toughening myself. "You're right. I'm gay. And you are a
friend."  It's true. We've known each other since second grade, and each
year we seem to talk less and less. This might be an opportunity to rectify
that, to make up lost time. It's unorthodox, but maybe...

"I want to be," he says and smiles.

I look down at his cock--still as hard and as red as ever. And I say yes. I
unzip my pants and let them fall to my ankles. I lift up my shirt to let
Tyler see my own cock. It's hard already, but nowhere near as well-kept as
his. My legs aren't as taut or as defined as his, and I'm nowhere near his
level pf physical perfection. He smiles at the sight, anyway, and his hands
run around my hips and start kneading the flesh of my ass.

"You're sure?" He leans in and touches his nose to mine. I smell the sweat
on him, and it's delicious.

"Yes," I whisper.

Tyler smiles and starts to kneel.

"No," I say, a smile creeping across my face. "Let me do this one."

He shrugs and sits back on the couch, reclining so I can get good access. I
get on my knees and wrap a hand around the base of his shaft, inhaling and
smelling the sour odor. Sweat, mixed with cum absorbed into the skin; he
probably beat off earlier in the day and hasn't showered since.

I lick the head once, and a drop of precum spurts onto my tongue. Tyler
apologizes; I shrug it off, and wrap my lips around the purple knob. The
skin is soft, and I roll his cock from one side of my mouth to the other. I
feel a slight vibration, and look up to see Tyler shuddering and staring at
the ceiling. I wonder if he's in heaven. And I move down to the halfway
point. The head of his cock rubs against the hard palate of the roof of my
mouth. I suppress the gag reflex and move further down.

And I feel the warmth of his crotch on my nose and lips. The curly hair
surrounding his cock. I blow air out of my nose, and he shudders again from
the sensation. He wraps a hand around my head and forces me down on his
cock.

"Ahhhh." His voice is a whisper, disrupted by the rhythm of his breath. "I
can't...I can't believe this."

I say nothing--can't, really--and keep going. I rub one hand up the sides
of his legs, tugging lightly on the curls of hair, and between the back of
his thigh and the leather sofa. The other hand goes underneath his balls
and starts tickling his sack.

Tyler groans again.

I think--hope--he likes the tickling. I keep the heat on his cock, pumping
increasingly faster. And he keeps saying `fuck' intermittently. I look up
once to see him pinching one of his nipples and rolling his neck around,
like he's cracking it. I start sucking his rod faster; he shudders and
leans forward to rub my head playfully. I'm getting close.

The end comes with astonishing suddenness.

"Okay...okay," he rasps. "I'm coming."

As he leans forward, a stream of cum shoots up from his cock. Straight into
my mouth. I hesitate for a moment and pull back. Some cum leaks from my
mouth and dribbles down my chin. But I take it again and let his juice fill
my mouth. And Tyler leans back against the sofa. I let his cock slide out
of my mouth, licking up excess on his head and around my mouth. I slide my
pants down off me, so I'm fully naked now. Lean in close to Tyler again,
touching my nose to his.

Tyler's eyes are closed. When they open, I kiss him quickly. Taste the
sweat.

"Thank...thank you," I say.

"Likewise."

He shudders again. I lay my head in the cradle between his neck and
collarbone; my breath makes small goosebumps on his skin, and I feel him
kiss my forehead.