Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2003 09:26:53 -0500 From: Sean Freeland Subject: Tyler and John Tyler and John By Sean F. (seanster317@hotmail.com) (c) 2003, Sean F. All rights reserved WARNING: This is a story of love being discovered by two teenage boys and contains explicit sexual content. The words written here are fiction and any resemblence to any person living or dead may or may not be intentional, but the events are a product of my own mind (or are they?). The normal disclaimer that says "if it is illegal for you to read this where you are" is total crap. These are words and in no place are they illegal for me to write or for you to read, they are just words. However if you are underage, don't get caught by your rents or anyone else.... Enjoy. Sean Chapter 1 It started out just like most other days in John's summer. He woke up early with his head racing too fast to continue sleeping. Today his thoughts were on skating as they were most days, but today more than usual. Today was the day of qualifying tryouts for Team Xavier. He knew he was going to make the team, but he also hoped Tyler would qualify. He was excited as he headed for the shower. John was 15 and would be 16 in a couple of months. He was thin but not overly skinny. His 135 pounds were just right for his 5'9" frame. His long blond hair covered his pretty face most of the time and you had to look close to see his piercing gray-blue eyes. He stripped off his boxers and climbed in the shower before he even let the water get hot. He liked the way the cold water revived him in the morning. As the water warmed up he washed his hair thinking he might cut it before the summer heat became too intense. He thought, nah, maybe later. As he was getting out of the shower his phone rang. He knew who was on the other end. He always seemed to know who was calling before he answered the phone, and he was usually right. It was Tyler, his best friend calling to see if he was ready to be picked up for the tryouts. Tyler was 17 and incredibly sexy, John thought. He was tall, nearly 6', and weighed in at a perfect 160. He had stunning eyes and short cut black hair - this week - he was known to bleach it or try different, unnatural colors for shock effect. John loved him and his voice always got him in a good mood regardless of what was going on with him. "Sup yo! Your lazy ass out of bed yet?" joked Tyler on the other end. "Dude I was in the shower when you were still strokin your pud, I'm always up before you," joked John, still dripping and trying to dry himself. "You're not here yet?" "I'm on my way. I want to get there in time to get loosened up before the sponsor gets there. I want to make the team this year, I'm tired of watching you get all the glory." Tyler hadn't been skating as long as John and didn't quite make the team last year. This year he vowed it would be different and had worked hard with John all year to make it a reality. "I'll be waiting out front, don't want to wake up the rents and listen to their shit this morning." Ten minutes later they were on their way to the park. John looked over at Tyler and saw the worried look on his face. "You'll make it this year, you're good enough. You've had the 540 down for three months now. Do that as your second trick and you're in, guaranteed. Now don't worry, it'll show and sponsors like to see confidence." They were almost the first ones there and John pretty much took control of the park. There were just a few skateboard punks there and they always let John take over. They warmed up and by the time the sponsors got there, John had attracted a crowd with his warm-up on the street course. He tried a flip off a ramp and busted his ass hard. As he was getting up he heard one person clapping and laughing. It was the sponsor. "Hey Johnny don't kill yourself before the season starts, I want to win this year," laughed the well dressed, out-of-place-looking man standing in the middle of the course. "I'm unbreakable, don't worry Mr. Simmons. And don't call me Johnny or I might just forget how to do that 900 you wanted me to learn for this season." "I thought I told you I wanted nothing less than a 1260 out of you this year." "Ya right! You don't pay me enough to go that big for you" Johnny really liked Mr. Simmons and liked skating for Xavier Systems. They usually gave him anything he needed or asked for and this always got them the best skaters. He suspected Mr. Simmons of sponsoring the team just because he wanted to be around hot skater boys, but this didn't bother him and he liked to show off for the man. Tyler made the team as John had predicted and the season was going well. They usually placed first, but the competition was pretty good this year, much better than last year. Tyler had really gotten good and this made John happy, usually letting everyone know that he "taught him everything he knows." They were having the time of their lives and they were happy. Then John's world came crashing down around him. He and Tyler were skating downtown where it was illegal to skate on the sidewalk. They had done this forever and never got caught because the foot cops could never catch them, and they kinda liked John and just yelled at him to go skate in the park. But today would change everything. They had just been at the bank grinding the rail out front, it was the best rail in town and they had to hit it at least once a week just to piss off the bank manager and impress the tourists that were always hanging around downtown. They were racing away from the irate man as he screamed at them to stay away from his bank. John had been looking behind him to say something rude when Tyler screamed, "WATCH OUT!" A glass truck had just pulled out of the alley where they had just installed some new plate glass windows on a building that was being renovated. The truck stopped on the sidewalk right in front of them before pulling out onto the main street. John couldn't stop in time and he put his hands out in front of him and he smashed right through the large plate of glass that was strapped to the side of the truck. That's the last thing he remembered... Tyler and John Chapter 2 Tyler watched as everything happened in slow motion. They had just left the bank and the manager was out on the sidewalk screaming at them as the raced away as fast as they could skate. Then he saw the truck pull out of the alley and screamed at John. Right at that instant he felt that time had almost stopped. He saw John turn back around and see the truck. He put his hands out in front of him out of pure reflex. Tyler wondered why he was going so slowly. Why were his hands going so slow in front of him? He saw John slam into the huge plate of glass just as his hands got in front of him and he saw all the glass slowly fly into pieces as John continued forward into the side of the truck. Then he saw all the blood as John bounced backwards onto the sidewalk. God there was blood everywhere. John's blood! Time resumed it's normal pace as Tyler screamed, "NO!!! JOHN!!" His forward momentum continued and he slid to a stop among all of the glass. He was at John's side almost before the glass had stopped falling. He saw blood everywhere. At first he couldn't even tell where John was bleeding. Then he saw blood coming from John's hands, arms, face, head, and there was a large piece of glass in his stomach. He wasn't awake. Tyler screamed to no one in particular, to everyone, "CALL 911!! CALL 911!! He's hurt bad!!! Someone help me!!!" He ripped off his shirt and tried to stop the blood. After his wits recovered a bit he saw that the worst of John's injuries were his hands and arms which had taken most of the force of the impact with the glass, and the piece of glass still sticking in him. He reached for the glass to pull it out and there was a man at his side that he hadn't noticed. "I'm a doctor! Don't take that out or he could bleed to death! Stand back I'll help him." He didn't move away but instead wrapped his shirt around John's right arm to stop the blood from flowing. The doctor had taken off his shirt as well and was wrapping it around John's other arm and then slowly spoke to Tyler, "Please, son, I'll help him, stand back and let me look at him, go watch for the ambulance." Tyler was calming down but inside he was dying. He was watching his best friend in the world, hurt, bleeding and possibly dying right before his eyes. He started to cry. Then he heard the sirens. They were only 10 blocks or so from the ambulance station and they got there much faster than he thought possible. He ran out in the street and started flagging them to the scene, as if they couldn't see the crowd that had gathered. They got John into the ambulance quickly and Tyler jumped in with him against their protests. "I'm going with him!!" He sat against the back door watching the paramedics work on his friend. John opened his eyes and had no idea where he was. It was really cool outside today, he thought, and this sidewalk sure is soft. His head was throbbing and he looked around for the truck he had run into as things started to come into focus. He was in bed, he realized and figured it was just a dream, but he couldn't move. He looked around more and realized finally where he was. He was in a hospital bed with tubes in his arm and wires everywhere and this damn ringing that just wouldn't stop. "Would someone answer that damn phone?!?" he thought he screamed, but his voice was really quiet and weak. Tyler heard him speak from across the room and ran to his side. "The phone isn't ringing, dude, but I'm glad you're awake finally. My god I was so worried about you. Don't try to move, you're gonna be alright," Tyler told him, then under his breath he muttered 'thank you god.' After a few days in the hospital it was time for John to go home. It was going to take a while to recover, he had lost a lot of blood and several tendons in both hands were severed. He would have to wear an apparatus on each hand that would stretch the tendons as they healed which left him pretty much without the use of both hands for a while. Both of his parents worked so he would need a home care nurse to come help take care of him for a while. He needed help getting dressed, eating and bathing. It really sucked for a while. The worst part was that he hated being bathed by this nurse. She was really bitchy and he hated her seeing him naked or touching or even seeing his genitals. Tyler came up with the perfect plan. John didn't actually need a NURSE to take care of him, just someone. Tyler said that he could fire the nurse and that he would take care of him for as long as he needed him. This was the perfect plan for both of them. Tyler and John Chapter 3 John was very pleased that Tyler had come up with the idea that he would be his helper instead of that old bitch of a nurse he'd been putting up with for the past 2 weeks. When she gave him a sponge bath, she wasn't gentle at all. She scrubbed very hard with the washcloth everywhere, even when she got to his dick and balls. After the second time she was rough down there John yelled at her and told her to not even bother washing him there. She was a total bitch about it and he was glad that he had fired her. He wasn't even nice about it. He woke up early anticipating Tyler coming over to bathe him. Since he couldn't masturbate, almost everything got him hard and thinking of his best friend washing him was certainly no exception, he just hoped that he would get soft before Tyler got there and noticed. They had seen each other naked a lot, changing for swimming or when they stayed over at each other's house. A few times when they had been at the lake or in the woods they relieved themselves on some poor bush and both of them had gotten a good look. John liked looking. He wasn't sure how Tyler felt about it and was afraid to even bring the subject up for fear that it would alienate his friend or cause him to think he was weird or a queer. But the fact of the matter was that he WAS gay, he just hadn't come to grips with it and he wasn't really sure how to bring the subject up even with himself. This was going to change and today was the day, like it or not. He was dozing off on the couch in front of the TV when Tyler arrived. "Wake your lazy ass up, what do you think this is, vacation or something," Tyler yelled playfully at him, startling him awake. "Hey man, sup?" he sleepily answered, still not moving. His medication had a few side effects on him and of course sleeping was one of them. The other one, strangely enough, was that it made him hornier than usual, which didn't help matters, much. In fact he didn't really like it since he couldn't take care of matters and he was getting a severe case of blue-balls. Tyler had watched as the nurse instructed him on the correct way to change the bandages and adjust the tension on the apparatus that helped keep the tendons in John's hands from drawing up as they healed. "You ready to have your bandages changed or do you want to eat breakfast first?" "I ate some cereal already and I don't really feel like getting off the couch, my stomach kinda hurts," John said. Tyler had noticed that he was holding his arm close to the wound on his stomach and wondered how he felt. Tyler got all of the supplies he needed and gently changed all of the bandages, starting with the one on John's stomach. "It looks like it's healing and doesn't look like it's getting infected or anything, when's the last time you had a pain pill?" "About 2:00 this morning I got up and took one, I think it's pretty much worn off, can you get one for me?" Tyler got the pills and gave him one as he changed the rest of the bandages and adjusted the tension on his hand devices. Neither of them mentioned washing for a couple of hours and Tyler watched TV as John dozed off and on. John stirred a bit and said, "dude, I'm feeling no pain now, those pills are awesome, I think I could get hooked on them." "We're not going to let that happen to you but I'm glad you have them, I can't stand to see you in pain. Man you're startin to reek over there," Tyler kidded his friend, "let me wash you up a little. I'm sure that will make you feel better too." The time had finally come and John was a little nervous about the whole thing. "Ok," was all he said, a little nervously. Tyler got what he needed and gently removed his friend's shirt. He gently washed John, starting under the arms and working around to his chest. Then he moved to John's back and finished with his upper body. The sponge bath soap was almost like lotion as he rubbed it on and then washed it off with a damp cloth. It did a pretty good job of cleaning John's sweaty body and he started to smell better. Then Tyler moved to his legs, tickling his feet a little as he washed them and moved upward toward his thighs. When he finished with John's legs, he nervously said, "OK I guess we need to get your shorts off so I can wash your stinky butt. I promise to be more gentle than the nurse-from-hell." John laughed at Tyler's reference to his nurse. Tyler grasped the waistband of his friend's shorts and started removing them as John lifted his butt off the couch to help him get them off. He instinctively moved his hand over his crotch, hoping he wouldn't get a raging hard-on. "Come on, don't get all shy on me, I'm gonna have to wash that thing of yours quite a few times before you get those things off your hands. Roll over and I'll wash your butt first." John rolled over, temporarily hiding his growing penis from view. Tyler spread some of the soap on John's butt cheeks and gently washed them using his bare hands. He put a little more on his hand and washed in his friend's crack and then he got to his pink hole. "Gotta wash the stinky part too," the older boy said with a slightly nervous laugh and started rubbing all around it with the soap, washing down towards John's balls. As he washed, his finger slightly entered the younger boy's anus and John involuntarily moaned. He washed off all the soap with the washcloth and told John to turn over so he could do the front now. Tyler was now as hard as John and hoped he wouldn't notice as he turned over. Immediately he noticed that John was rock hard and a little pre-cum was leaking out the tip of his 5" cock. Neither one of them spoke as the older boy put soap on his hand and gently started washing John's balls. John moaned as Tyler massaged the soap all around and started moving up the shaft. Pre-cum was now flowing out onto John's stomach and he closed his eyes and he moaned, "oooohhh yeah, dude I gotta cum... please.. it's been so long..." At this, all pretense of washing his friend was gone and Tyler slowly jacked him off. He decided that if he was going to make John cum, he was going to make it as intense as possible and make it last. He started leaking into his own shorts as he rubbed the soap along the shaft and onto the head, mixing it with John's boy juice flowing out the tip. "Dude I gotta jack mine too or I'm going to make a hella mess in my shorts." With this, John opened his eyes and watched Tyler take his huge hard-on out of his shorts and start to jack it slowly. "I'm not going to last long," John moaned as Tyler continued to jack both their cocks, "I've been waiting all weekend for you to do this to me... make me cum dude... oh yeahhhhhhh!" This made the older boy increase the speed as they both got closer to a long awaited mutual orgasm. "Ooohhhhh yeah... I'm cumminnnn dude..." John was now moaning and thrashing around on the couch. Seconds later he shot the largest load of cum he had ever shot in his young life. Shooting five, six, seven shots of cum all over his stomach, chest, face and the couch. This sent Tyler over the edge and he leaned slightly towards his young friend and blew his load all over his friend, mixing it with the huge load that was all on his stomach and chest. "OH YEAH!!!" they screamed in unison, both in ecstasy. As they were recovering slowly, Tyler whispered, "you don't know how long I've wanted to do that to you.... I love you John..." he leaned over and kissed his lover passionately on the lips as he rubbed his hand over his chest, mixing their cum and thoroughly coating John with their love juice. "Me too..." John managed to say between kisses. "I'm going to really like having you as a nurse, I love you, Tyler. But I think I need another sponge bath now and a new bandage on my stomach." They both laughed and started kissing again.... This was going to be a good recovery, John thought... To be continued... If you like this story, there is more :) you can email me at seanster317@hotmail.com Flames ignored, compliments gladly accepted Special thanks to Gymnopedies and my boyfriend :)