Tyler

The night quickly arrived. Jeff had me back by 6pm. I took a long nap and then prepared for Tyler’s arrival. At 10pm by doorbell rang. Tyler was right on time.

“Hey,” he said as he entered. I could smell alcohol on his breath already. He took off his shirt as he entered. This boy has an incredible body, smooth and tightly wrapped around his ever-growing muscles. His abs seemed more defined than just a few weeks ago. I closed the door and followed him in. “Tyler man, have you been working out?” I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him toward me to feel his abs. He tensed up a little but flexed them. “Yea, just a little,” he responded with a little smile. He knows I love his body. “Do you have an beer?” “Yea, dude. Why don’t you sit in the living room and I’ll go get us some.

I came back with the beer. He stood up. “Where’s your bed?” “Ok,” I said, “I guess you want to get right to it.” “Yea. Let’s do this. You can take off your clothes again if you want. I mean, you don’t have to wait. I’m ok with it.” He seemed a very different guy tonight than the cocky one I left back at the dorm. I led him to my bedroom. He took his pants and briefs off at the door and dove for the bed, almost playfully. I stripped and followed. OMG what a beautiful ass!

He lay out on his stomach and turn his head toward me. I was already rock hard. “Man, you’re hard again,” he said. “Are you that hard all the time?” “Only when there’s a really hot naked guy on my bed.” He grinned and turned back toward the headboard.

I got on top of him, and reached for the oil. My balls rested on the crack of his ass while my cock stood straight up. I couldn’t help but stroke it intermittently with the oil as I massaged him.

I started massaging on both sides of his neck. “Jared . . .” “Yea, Tyler?” “When did you come out?” “It’s complicated.” I pushed my fingers up toward his ears and massaged his temples and then made my way back to his neck. He moaned and I moved from his neck to his shoulders. “How is it complicated?” “I come from a incredibly conservative family and lived in a awfully conservative state in the south.” I continued the massage as I talked with him. “Staging who I told was the best way for me. I either got a positive or negative reaction, learned from it, and then moved on. Some people I’ve still never told.” I moved passed his shoulders and down both arms just a little way and then back up again.

“Do you have sex with other guys?” “Um, yea dude I’m gay. That’s what we do. Now relax and let me at those beautiful arms.” I moved to his left arm, or was it his right, I don’t recall now. I kneaded his biceps and triceps and then, with one swift motion moved up and down his arm with long fluid strokes. I worked his hands and fingers and then moved on to the other arm with all the same movements. He had begun to relax now and I moved to his upper back.

“Jared . . .” “What dude?” “Where do you go out to meet other guys?” I stopped the massage. “Tyler, what’s up with all the questions?” I tried not to be annoyed. He twisted his torso toward me and I moved off him. I couldn’t help but notice the muscle in his shoulders, chest and abs as he did this. “I’m just curious, that’s all.” He twisted more and lay back down. His cock was in full view but limp, not like last time. “I think I might be Bi,” he said. I sat back on the bed.

We talked for some time, maybe an hour, I didn’t keep track. I learned that he is from a really small farm in the Midwest and has never been exposed to any of the gay community or culture. Turns out that he is twenty-two years old and this was his first semester at school. He had been held back by his family and not allowed to leave until he insisted. He works two jobs and is in a lot of debt to pay for school. I tried to teach him some of the more critical things about our community, places to go out, what to stay away from, and what to cling to.

During the conversation he edged toward me until he could reach for my now limp dick. He played with it and I got hard again. “Tyler, you’re driving me crazy.” He had gotten hard to. The situation was different for me now, though. He wasn’t just a piece of meat that I picked up off the list. He had become a real person to me. Someone who was reaching out and needed help. I couldn’t make any move but to get off the bed and end the night gracefully.

“I’ve never had a blowjob before,” he said as I got up. “What?” He giggled shyly. “I’ve never had a blowjob before.” “You’ve never had a blowjob even from your girlfriend?” “Oh, um that. Jared, I don’t really have a girlfriend.” “Have you ever been with a girl?” “Yea, but back home.”

“Tyler have you ever been with a boy before?” He shook his head no. I moved back toward him. He moved back toward the headboard in anticipation. His cock engorged with blood again and he became hard as stone. I reached for his legs and pulled him forward until he was at the edge of the bed with plans to give that boy the best blowjob my imagination would allow.

He laid back and I used just my tongue to play with his cock. I licked his shaft up and down, over and over. Still with no hands, I maneuvered his cock into my mouth, pressed my tongue against his shaft, and moved up and down as slowly as I could. “Oh fuck, he whispered.” I could already taste his pre-cum, which was a little sweeter than most I’ve tasted in other guys.

I spit his dick out and it hit his abs with a wet thump. With my hands I grabbed his cock and balls and worked them as I tongued the ridges in his abs. “Oh fuck,” Jared. Pre-cum oozed from his hole and lubricated his cock making it easier for me to stroke. I move a finger up toward his piss hole and stuck it in as far as it would go and then swirled it around. He squirmed on the bed. With my hand still holding his cock, I moved back down and wrapped my lips around the head. With one swift motion I deep-throated him and pulled up several times. His balls had moved in close to the base of his cock and he was moaning.

Several more times I did this while pulling on his balls. “Oh fuck . . . of fuck.” He exploded in my mouth without warning and sat half way up. I pulled him out and began stroking violently. He exploded again and then one more time all over my hands and his abs and then lay back down with his hand over his eyes. “Oh my god that was great,” he said. I played with his cum and swirled it over his abs. “I’m sticky.” He sat up.

“Dude, I owe you a shower.” We both sauntered to the shower and cleaned up. It wasn’t until he left that I realized that I hadn’t gotten off. I was ok with that. This was about him tonight. He left happy and with a new outlook on life.

Comments

[jayzallme]

I must say -- these stories of Tyler are utterly addictive. Wow!