Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2009 15:20:06 -0800
From: derek phillips <derekph@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Tyler's Toy

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				Tyler's Toy

			     by derek phillips

Tyler is the big dumb hunk who lives next door.  I have a total crush on
him, but try not to let on.  At fourteen, I'm  beginning to realize my
interest in the big sexy muscle stud is more than just kid stuff. I'm
totally queer for him.

Tyler and I aren't exactly friends.  He's three years older, and a total
jock, plays soccer and wrestles, not really all that dumb, he can quote
endless stats about every football, baseball and basketball player and
team, but he scorns anything that doesn't relate to sports; while I'm a
nerdy kid with a skate-board who likes astronomy and comic books.

But he tolerates my hero-worship.  I guess he kind of likes having me
look up to him.

So when I hang around him while he's working out on their patio he lets
me set up his weights for him and spot for him and when he's all pumped
up he'll pose for me and ask me how his muscles look and I tell him he's
totally awesome.

He even lets me feel his muscles while he flexes, and I slowly rub and
squeeze his awesome pecs and biceps and abs and thighs and calves and
glutes and generally worship his muscle-boy physique, telling him how
awesome his muscles are, while he flexes them under my touch.  I get
totally hard, of course, and have to keep adjusting myself so my
erection won't show so much and give me away, and sometimes I catch
Tyler checking me out as I do that.  I imagine he wants my cock the way
I want his.

Pretty soon my attention to his body turns him on too, I see his cock
start to swell in his tight workout shorts and when my fingers stray in
that direction, wanting to feel that part of the big dumb stud too -
brushing against his boner through his shorts first, being casual about
it, then touching it outright, squeezing it gently, cupping my hands on
his balls, squeezing there too, then letting my fingers slip inside the
waistband of his short, going for the prize, hoping to touch his bare
sex - Tyler tolerates the intimacy at first, but when I get too bold he
pushes my hands away and tells me to get lost and he goes back inside
his house.  And I go back to my house, to my bedroom, and close and lock
the door and strip naked and lie on my bed and jerk off while I picture
Tyler naked jerking off.

I imagine him looking at himself in the mirror while he strips off those
workout shorts to free his cock, then posing for himself, flexing his
muscles and rubbing and stroking his naked body all over, then stroking
his big boner until it's rock hard, turning every which way to see his
entire awesomely muscular body, and huge cock.

I imagine I'm there, continuing my muscle worship, helping the jock stud
get off, probing and rubbing all his most intimate place while he urges
me on -

"Yeah, little buddy, that's it, right there, that feels good, keep it
up, you're making me horny, don't stop, yeah, rub me there, and there,
oh yeah!  Feel my muscles, feel my cock, now suck on it, yeah, harder,
take it deeper, yeah!"

I open my mouth and take his cock inside, sucking it slowly deeper,
harder, faster, until pretty soon his cock erupts and I pull off just in
time as big spurts of hot sticky cum hit me in the face and run down
over my chest and abs to my groin where I use it to lube my own cock and
jerk off too and he urges me on -

"Yeah, Bobby, stroke that cock, do it to yourself, buddy, get it, dude,
faster, harder, yeah!"

And my cock starts to erupt too, and I stand and Tyler hugs me and licks
his hot cum off my face as I rub my cock against his muscles and cum
even harder and the unbearable ecstasy of my orgasm makes my whole body
shake and our cum-soaked bodies rub together and we kiss.

As if.

Tyler is the sexiest guy I've ever seen.  He stands about five eight,
and weighs one-sixty-five, every ounce of it muscle.  I know all his
stats, because he has me write them down on his progress chart every
day.  He has broad shoulders, narrow hips, big round hard pecs,
washboard abs, a perfect body.  Sixteen inch arms, a 42-inch chest, 24-
inch thighs.  He keeps his light blond hair cut short, and the rest of
his body is almost hairless - just wisps under his arm, and a light down
on his forearms and calves.  He spends a lot of time by his pool and has
a smooth dark tan all over.

Sometimes he lets me sunbathe with him, and we rub suntan lotion on each
other.  When he does me it's pretty cursory, he barely gets the stuff on
me, but I don't care, because doing it to him is another opportunity for
me to stroke his smooth soft skin and feel him up.

I take my time and cover every square inch of his body with lotion,
massage him all over, then go back and do it again.  He directs me, so I
know he enjoys the way I feel him up.

"That's good, more, right there, rub harder.  Lower.  Harder.  Yeah,
like that."

Tyler wears just the skimpiest thong imaginable when he sunbathes, it's
barely enough to contain his equipment, and if I'm subtle about it I can
even slide my fingers inside from the top and feel the base of his cock,
and it's usually half hard at least, straining to burst out of the gauzy
pouch covering it.  When I do his awesomely muscular thighs he spreads
his legs apart to give me better access, and I can slip my fingers into
his pouch around his groin, and rub his balls and the area beneath them,
and his cock swells harder still.

If I go too far with that, Tyler makes a grunting sound and I
reluctantly pull my fingers away from his boner.  But he'll usually let
me rub it for a while and watch it swell bigger and harder as I rub in
and out, testing to see how far I can go before he'll stop me.

When he turns onto his stomach for me to do his back, his ass is totally
exposed, of course, just a string running up his crack, and I love to
rub and squeeze the big solid globes of muscle, and slide my fingers
into his crack and rub there, working the tanning lotion up and down
from his balls, probing gently into his crack, feeling his tight pink
hole as I slide by, getting bolder, rubbing his boy pussy.

Tyler lets me do that for much longer than I would have thought.  He
moans and sighs and lifts his hips to offer his ass, spreads his legs
wider, makes soft grunts of encouragement as I probe at his asshole. I'm
fascinated, but naïve and uncertain just what he wants.  The idea of
actually pushing my finger inside his asshole never occurs to me, I
haven't discovered my own fuck-hole yet, and have no idea what Tyler
wants.  Eventually he sighs and pushes my hand away, sounding annoyed
and frustrated.  What does he want?

I especially love Tyler's pecs, they're so big and firm, and his nipples
get hard when I rub them.  I love to pinch them between my fingers and
twist them until he gasps.  Usually he'll stop me when I do that, but
sometimes he doesn't, and I see his eyes go glassy as he gets hard and
horny from my attention to those sexy knobs of flesh.

It turns me on to feel Tyler's muscles, and when he sends me home I run
up to my room and lock the door and strip naked and lie on the bed and
look at pictures of Tyler and jerk off.  He has let me take lots of
pictures of him flexing and posing, and in most of them you can see his
cock, clearly outlined through his tight skimpy lycra shorts or thong or
posing strap, and at least half hard.  I have lots of close-ups of
Tyler's hard cock inside his tight shorts.

Then today as I'm jerking off after watching Tyler pose and feeling his
muscles, I remember I forgot to ask him something.  My mom said I could
invite Tyler to our backyard barbecue on Saturday.  We have them almost
every weekend during the summer, and sometimes Tyler comes, and lets me
trail around worshipfully after him as he talks sports to my Dad or one
of the other neighborhood dads.  Sometimes he even throws his arm over
my shoulder, buddy-like, as he quotes RBI stats or passing yards or
baskets, and I get dizzy with pride and hunger.

Reluctantly I stop stroking my horny teen dick.  If I wait, Tyler might
go out, and I'll miss my chance.  I go into the john and splash cold
water on my boner to make it go down, then pull on my shorts and tee
shirt and run downstairs and back to Tyler's house and knock on the back
door.

I hear Tyler's mom call out "Come in, Bobby," so I open the door and go
into their kitchen.  Mrs. Peters is standing at the kitchen sink, fixing
dinner.  My cock is still half hard, and I try to stand so it doesn't
show.  I skipped putting on my briefs, so my erection is pretty obvious
if she looks at me, but she's intent on what she' doing.

"Hi Mrs. Peters,  Uh, I forgot to ask Tyler something just now."

She hardly glances my way.

"He's upstairs in his room, Bobby, go on up."

"Thanks, Mrs. Peters."

I haven't been to Tyler's room in a couple of years, he used to let me
go there a lot when I was younger, but when he started High School and
became a major jock he stopped asking me up.

I used to lie on his bed with him and look at comic books, and he would
throw his arm over me and I'd move closer and we would cuddle as we
read.  He would throw one leg over me and rub his crotch slowly against
my ass, and I realize now he had a boner and was rubbing it against me,
getting off on the intimate contact, but at the time I didn't have a
clue, I just liked being so close to him.

Once we did that naked.  We were lying there together on Tyler's bed and
Tyler took off his shirt, and when I told him he had awesome muscles he
let me feel them, and then he said I should take off my shirt too, so I
did, and he felt my body the way I had his, and he was breathing hard,
and then he took off his shorts, and told me to take mine off, and we
touched each other some more, and then he said we should get completely
naked and lie on the bed together, so I turned away and took off my
briefs and when I turned back he was lying on the bed naked face down
with his face turned away, so I got on the bed and snuggled up against
him and he told me to get on top of him, so I did, and it felt great, my
naked body pressed against his.  I got an erection, but I was too young
to understand what it meant, really. Tyler was moving around under me,
shoving his hips into the bed, rubbing his ass against me, and panting
and moaning - "Oh yes, Bobby, do it to me!"

I think he came, and then he told me to get dressed and go home, and
that was the last time he let me go to his room like that.

I run up the stairs and down the hall.

The door to Tyler's room is closed, and I know I should knock, but I
don't, I'm so eager I just open the door and walk in.

Tyler is on the bed on his back, naked, his legs bent and spread wide
apart, one hand slowly working his hard cock.  His other hand is
underneath him, and at first I can't figure out what he is doing with
it.

I just stand there frozen in awe for a long time, watching.  This is
what I have dreamed about, Tyler naked, his dick hard, every inch of his
awesome physique exposed to my hungry eyes.  I'm afraid to move,
entranced by his beautiful naked body, his hard cock, his hand working
up and down urgently.  My own hand slips inside my shorts and rubs my
rock hard erection.

Finally I have to see more.  I close the door quietly, and walk over to
the bed.  This is too good to be true, Tyler my idol is jerking off
while I watch.  I'm totally horny from the stimulation of touching
Tyler's muscles a few minutes before, and then stroking my own cock,
otherwise I don't think I'd have had the nerve to just walk in like
that, but I do, and my cock throbs and oozes as I look at the naked
hunk.  My hand slides back inside my shorts and gropes my totally hard
cock.


Tyler's head is thrown back, his eyes half-shut, his mouth hanging open,
low guttural sounds coming from his throat.  He looks drunk, his face
slack and dazed.  His hand is stroking his cock slowly up and down,
stopping at the bulbous head to squeeze and rub it, then down over the
shaft to his big heavy nuts to squeeze and tug them, then back up to the
head again.  Once I get close enough I can see that the muscle-boy's
other hand is holding a long thick flesh-colored pole that he's shoving
in and out of his ass vigorously, grunting with pleasure each time it
sinks home.  His muscular legs are wide apart to spread his ass cheeks
and open his asshole as he fucks himself in the ass.

I don't say anything, I just stand there and stare, shocked and a little
worried.  I've never heard of a dildo, so I have no idea what Tyler is
using, or why.  But the big dumb jock is fucking himself with the long
thick rubber dick so hard I'm afraid he'll hurt himself.  And now I can
hear him murmuring something.  It's hard to tell what the words are, so
I lean closer.

"Fuck, yeah, fuck me, buddy, fuck me, yeah, like that, harder, fuck me,
harder, yeah buddy, yeah."

I'm shocked, but totally aroused.  I push my shorts down far enough to
free my own cock, which is totally hard.  I start stroking it in time
with Tyler's thrusts of the rubber cock up his ass.

I must have made some noise of surprise, because as I watch, Tyler's
head turns slowly towards me, and a look of recognition, then of shock
passes across it, but then is replaced by a grimace of ecstasy as the
thrill of being caught makes his cock start to spurt cum all over his
chest and abs.

"Oh fuck!  Bobby!"  he gasps.

The muscle stud smiles drunkenly, then shoves the dildo all the way
home, and his body is convulsed with spasms of pleasure.

He grunts "Oh God!  Yeah!  Fuck me, Bobby!  Fuck me!  Fuck!" and gasps
and groans with each spurt of his cock.

I'm stunned as I hear him speak my name, and realize that's what he's
been saying all along.  "Fuck me, Bobby."

As I watch in delight, big white gobs of jism shoot from Tyler's cock
and hit my muscle-stud idol in the face, dripping down onto his neck.

I'm surprised how small Tyler's cock is.  I've only seen it packed into
his workout shorts or thong, and thought it would get bigger when
released.  It's about six inches long, and looks tiny compared to
whatever it is the awesome stud is using on himself.  Still, it makes me
hard to see Tyler's dick bare at last, its wide flared crown purplish
and swollen and glistening with cock ooze and cum as he gasps and jerks
his hips to drive it into his fist in the throes of orgasm.

His muscles look incredible, still pumped huge from his workout, every
awesome cut sharply defined as the big stud jerks and bounces on the
bed, his awesome body glistening with sweat and cum.

I reach out a hand and touch his pecs, rubbing the big slabs of flesh.
His nipples are hard, and I grab one and pull it, loving the way it
feels, and the look on  his face as I do it.  I already know it turns
the muscle-boy on, from doing it to him when he is posing for me, and
now he doesn't stop me, so I really work the little knob hard, and he
gasps and spurts with pleasure.  His legs are way up in the air now,
totally off the bed, spread wide, his toes curling with ecstasy as he
pops his nuts and shoves the big rubber dildo up his ass over and over
again.

"Yeah!  Don't stop!  Harder, Bobby, harder!  There!  Yeah!  Fuck me,
yeah!"

Eventually the big blond stud stops jerking and shooting, and starts to
relax, lowers his feet to the bed.  His hand releases the dildo, which
pops from his ass.  I see the big head on the end, and realize what it
is - a rubber cock.  Tyler has been fucking himself with a big rubber
cock as he beats his meat.

Tyler's real cock is still hard, and as he lays there panting, it
stretches up along his belly, cum still oozing from the hole.  I reach
out the hand I'm not using on Tyler's pecs and wrap it around the
muscle-boy's tube of fuck meat and slowly squeeze, sliding the skin up
so that his foreskin covers the big mushroom-shaped crown, then pull it
down again to reveal the head.  I look at Tyler's face and his eyes go
glassy again as he pants raggedly.  He likes having me work his cock
that way while I play with his nipples.

I'm in a daze as much as Tyler is, this is so awesome and dreamlike, my
wildest fantasy fulfilled, Tyler naked and hard-dicked, his hard cock in
my hand.

I have to be naked too, and reluctantly remove my hands from Tyler's
body to strip off my tee-shirt and shorts.  He rolls his head towards me
and gasps.

"Don't stop!"

He likes this as much as I do.

Once I'm naked, I climb up on the bed and straddle Tyler's body.  I
lower my cock on top of his and rub our two poles together as I work his
pecs with both hands.  His hips rise to meet mine and he rubs himself
against me.  He reaches up with one big paw and pulls my head to his
chest, guiding my mouth to one of his nipples.  I open my mouth and lick
it, then close my lips over it and suck.  He gasps and urges me on.

"Oh fuck!  Yeah!  Eat 'em, buddy, eat my big hard pecs!"

I've lowered my body flat on top of Tyler's, my cock is rubbing against
his, our abs are sliding against each other, lubricated by all the cum
he shot all over himself a few moments ago.  The friction between our
naked male bodies fills me with intense arousal, my cock swells and
throbs, I lick and suck Tyler's big hard pecs and grind my cock against
his and suddenly I erupt, my cock explodes with cum, and I shove my cock
against the big dumb jock over and over, grunting and panting.  Tyler
clutches me to him, his own cock erupting again too as our naked teen
bodies press against each other.

"Oh fuck!  YEAH!"  he shouts with pleasure.  He likes it, my idol likes
having my naked body on top of his.

When we've both calmed down, I reluctantly roll off Tyler and lay on my
back beside him.  I'm worried what he'll say or do.  What just happened
seems dirty and wrong to me suddenly, I'm ashamed, sure Tyler will never
talk to me again.  Or worse - he'll tell people I'm a queer.


Tyler sits up on the bed and looks at me.  "You can't tell anyone about
this," he says urgently.  His voice has a helpless, pleading quality
that surprises me.  His eyes dart to the big rubber cock on the bed, and
I realize it isn't so much what we have done as what he was doing alone
that he's worried about.  He moves towards me, then stops.

I reach out and grab the dildo.  It's as big as my forearm, at least
nine inches long, and it wobbles as I hold it.  Tyler tries to grab it
from me, but I jump up and hold it away from him.  He could catch me and
take it away easily, but he doesn't move from the bed.  There's a look
of drunken desperation on his face, a look of need.  Suddenly I know
what he wants, I understand that I have Tyler in my power.

"Let me do it to you," I say, moving back to the bed, waving the dildo
at him.  My fear and shame have disappeared, I realize Tyler is afraid.
Afraid I know what he wants, and afraid I won't give it to him.

I want to see the big blond jock's face all twisted in ecstasy again as
it was when he was fucking himself earlier.  I want to be the one making
him feel that way.

Tyler is sitting naked on the edge of his bed, his legs spread wide. I
walk up to him and stand between his legs.  His cock is still half-hard,
and I reach out and wrap my hand around it and stroke it slowly. His
fresh cum still coats it, making it slippery as I work my fist up and
down on it, squeezing and rubbing the big purplish knob.  It's fully
hard again in no time at all.

Tyler watches me drunkenly, his eyes half shut, his mouth slack - he
wants this, he has been waiting too.  The muscle-boy is a slave to his
cock, his eyes shut tight, his mouth opens further.  He too has been
fantasizing about what would happen if he let me do what I wanted to
him.  He needs this too.

Tyler moans as I work his erection up and down, pulling the foreskin
over the head, then off.  I squeeze his balls.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good, don't stop Bobby, don't stop."

"Let me do it to you," I say urgently, waving the rubber cock, which
wiggles and bends obscenely.  My own cock is hard again, and I rub it
against the big jock's abs as I stroke his erection and he moans and
begs for more.  I understand now that I have power over him, but how
long will it last?

Tyler falls obediently onto his back on the bed and raises his legs in
the air.  He reaches down with his hands to pull his muscular ass cheeks
wide apart.  He wants it, he wants me to fuck him with his huge dildo.

I make the big dumb jock scoot back farther, then get up on the bed
between his uplifted legs and put the big head of the dildo against his
tight hot ass hole and shove.  His hole is already well lubed and
stretched from the session he just finished with the rubber cock, so it
goes in easily, but too fast, too hard.  Several inches of the big pole
slide into Tyler's hole, and he cries out, first with surprise and pain,
then with pleasure, as I start fucking the big naked muscle-boy hard
with his sex toy.  I have no idea how to do it, but I've seen him using
it on himself pretty hard, so I don't think to hold back, I just shove
it in as far as it'll go, then drag it all the way out and shove it in
again.  Then again.  Then harder.  I love watching the big knob at the
tip disappear inside his eager hole, and the way he gasps each time he's
penetrated.  I do that over and over, just the tip, in and out and in
and out, he gasps and pants.

"Oh God, yeah!  Fuck yeah! Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"

I can't believe my ears.  My idol muscle-jock Tyler is saying "Fuck me!"


He means the fake cock I'm reaming his ass with, but I'm kneeling
between his legs, my own cock hard and oozing, and without thinking I
toss the dildo aside and move into place.  I put my hands on his calves
to lift his legs higher, lifting his ass as well, and point the head of
my cock at his asshole.  He's still saying "Fuck me," as I shove my hard
cock up his ass and start doing it for real.

My cock is smaller than the dildo, but it's bigger than Tyler's.  I have
seven inches (measured daily), and I'm thick.  I gasp with ecstasy as
his ass closes over my hard teen cock and squeezes it tight.  I shove it
home, rubbing my crotch hairs against his ass cheeks, then pull all the
way out and shove it in again.  This is the greatest thing that's ever
happened, I'm fucking my idol in the ass.  Tyler is lying naked on his
back, begging me to fuck him.  It feels incredible.  I pull out and
shove my cock into his ass again.  Then again.

Tyler grunts encouragement.  "Fuck me, Bobby, fuck me," he groans.

I don't think he knows at first that I'm really fucking him, but as I
start doing it to him hard and fast, his eyes open and he looks down and
sees and then closes his eyes again and just takes it.

"Yeah, buddy, that's it, fuck me, fuck me hard.  Give it to me good."

I can't believe my ears, Tyler is telling me he likes my big hard cock
up his ass.

I watch his erection swell and jerk and bounce with each thrust of my
cock.  He's rock hard, loving getting his ass ploughed by my big teen
cock.

Drunk with success, I lean down and put my lips against Tyler's and kiss
him. He resists at first, but then slowly gives in, starts to return the
kiss.  Soon we are kissing passionately as I fuck the big dumb jock, and
his pants and grunts of ecstasy fill the room.

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Tyler and I still aren't really friends, but now and then he calls me
and asks if I want to "mess around," and when I get to his bedroom he'll
be lying on the bed naked, his cock hard, the big rubber dildo on the
bed beside him.

First I make him suck my cock to get me hard.  He resisted that at
first, but once he gave in he turned out to be a great fucking cock
sucker.  It took some practice, but now the awesome jock can take my
cock all the way, suck it deep into his throat until his lips are
pressed hard against my crotch hairs, and hold it there, making soft
whimpering sounds of need.  I think he likes sucking my cock almost as
much as he likes getting fucked in the ass with it.

Then when I'm so turned on by Tyler sucking my cock that I'm about to
cum, I make him stop, and I worship his muscles, licking and sucking and
fondling him all over, rubbing his huge hard pecs, squeezing his huge
biceps, tracing the cuts of his six-pack abs, licking his thighs,
sucking his balls.

Then I have him turn over and I lick his glutes, biting and sucking the
big round globes of muscle, teasing him, knowing what he wants.

Then his crack.  I lick and rub up and down in his sweet teen muscle
stud ass crack.  He pants and moans, needing what I'm about to give him.

Then his tight hot eager asshole.  I start by licking it slowly and
softly, holding his ass cheeks wide as I probe gently, then harder,
eventually pushing my tongue inside, licking and sucking.  He pants and
begs.

Then when he's desperate for release, I suck his cock while I fuck his
ass with the dildo, then after he cums I fuck him for real.  He likes it
best with him on his stomach and me behind him, that way my cock hits
just the right spot inside him.  I like it that way too, I can wrap my
arms around him and grab the big stud's pecs as I ram my cock into his
tight hot muscle-boy ass.

And Tyler pants and moans and begs for more -

"Oh yeah, Bobby!  Fuck me hard!  Harder!  Give it to me, buddy, do it!
Fuck me!"

I think Tyler's mom knows what we're up to.  Whenever I leave after
fucking him she smiles at me and says something like "I'm so glad you
and Tyler are friends, Bobby, I think you're good for him, he's really
settled down since you started coming over like this.  Would you like a
cookie?"

I take the cookie and smile and thank her, my cock still tingling from
the thrill of fucking her muscle-boy son in the ass.

"Thanks, Mrs. Peters."

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