Date: Sun, 12 May 2013 15:57:07 -0700
From: Andy Evich <queer4life@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler 4  Tyler Series

      Tyler 4

      Fiction: An artwork of fantasy tinted with the brushstrokes of
reality.

      As the long days of summer stretched into July, the sun growing more
yellow and everyone looking for a way to refresh themselves at the beaches,
Tyler spent four days a week out on the boat working hard with the crew for
his dad.  He didn't mind the work, it made him strong, hard muscles showing
through the last of his childhood fat.  He noticed his stomach beginning to
form a six pack, and he worked in his old physical education shorts so he
had a dark tan.  When the long day ended, after setting the net and
retrieving it, sometimes full of shiny salmon, sometimes not so full, the
crew fell into their bunks for five hours sleep before resuming their
efforts to make a living.  No matter how tired he was, Tyler would lay on
his side in his sleeping bag in his bunk down in the hot engine room and
slide his undershorts down to his knees.  He'd already be hard and his hand
wrapped around his hot cock and began to stimulate it, rubbing the head and
working down the shaft while his other hand felt his balls and the crack of
his ass.  As he pulled up and down faster, he slid his finger into his
asshole and pushed it inside all the way to his hand.  He wiggled it around
and moved it in and out, pulling harder on his cock and feeling the
beginning of an orgasm building in his groin.  He stretched his legs out
all the way, tightened his ass cheeks, dug all his fingers into his ass
crack and finished pulling himself until the feeling burst and he shot cum
onto his bag.  His mom would find crusty patches on it when she washed it
in the fall.
      It had been weeks since he'd seen Joe, and hadn't seen Ronny since
the time at the pond.  Kurt down the alley was busy with his friends.  But
Tyler promised himself he deserved to have some fun this weekend, so he
would call Ronny.  They fished one more day and came to town for three
days.  Tyler slept most of the first morning away, tired from the hard
work, but in the afternoon he felt recharged and looked for Ronny's phone
number on his desk.  There it was.  He got his cell phone and pushed in the
numbers, held his breath while it rang once, twice, three times, and a
man's voice answered.
      "Yeah?"
      "Is Ronny there?"
      "Who wants to know?"
      "I'm his friend from the park.  My name is Tyler."
      "Oh yeah, he talked about you.  He's not here but I'll tell him you
called."  The man hung up.
      Tyler carried his phone with him the rest of the day waiting for
Ronny's phone call to come, but it didn't.  He felt kind of down by the
time he went to bed.  He lie there thinking about Ronny and the last time
they met, and quickly his cock hardened and stood up along his belly.  He
rubbed it with his hand, slowly so he could make it last, and the phone
rang.  He found it in the dark and opened it.
      "Hello."
      "Hi Tyler, this is Ronny."
      Tyler's heart began to beat faster.
      "Hi, I was just thinking about you."
      "Want to do something?"
      "Now?"
      "Yeah.  My dad is working and my brother is supposed to be watching
me, but he's out at a party.  You could come here if you want.  I've got a
couple of beers we could drink.  I took them from my brother before he
left."
      "Tell me your address so I have it right," Tyler said.  He got out of
bed and grabbed his cutoffs and slid into them.
      "1820 10th street," Ronny said.  "It's a white house with green
around the windows.  I'll turn on the front light so you can see the
address."
      "I'll be there in ten minutes," Tyler said.  He put on a white
t-shirt and shoes without socks, opened his bedroom door and listened for
sounds coming from his parents room.  The TV was on so they'd be watching
for an hour or so then going to sleep.
      Tyler eased down the hall, went down the stairs close to the wall so
the steps wouldn't squeak, turned right at the bottom and went to the
garage for his mountain bike.  He took it out the side door, closed it but
didn't lock it, and hopped onto his bike.  Ten minutes later he was rolling
down tenth street looking for Ronny's house.  He saw a low white house with
the bare bulb porch light burning next to the address.  1820, he was here.
He parked the bike around the side of the house and went to the front door.
      Ronny stood in the doorway waiting for him.  He had been kneeling on
the sofa looking out the window ever since he turned off his phone after
talking to Tyler.  His hand went into the front of his board shorts and he
held his cock in his hand, squeezing it and massaging it against his belly,
the way Tyler showed him.  He felt like his heart was going to burst
because it ran so fast now, and there was Tyler riding into the yard.  He
ran to the door and opened it, Tyler came around the house and up the step.
      "Come on inside," Ronny said.
      Tyler looked at Ronny.  He wore only board shorts, they had once been
white with blue stripes but someone washed them with a red shirt so they
were pink, and he was tanner than he had been the last time they saw each
other.  His blond hair was bleached almost white by the sun, he licked his
full lips and made them wet.  Tyler watched his tongue and his cock went
instantly hard.  He looked at the front of Ronny's shorts and they stood
out.
      "I've been hard ever since I talked to you," Ronny said.  "If I touch
it I'll just cum real fast and I want it to be your hand that does it."
      "Where are we going to go," Tyler said.  "I can't wait."  He looked
at Ronny's smooth hairless chest, his smooth legs, those big blue eyes, and
then the bulge in his shorts.  He looked s hot and Tyler was so hard it
hurt.
      "We'll go to my fort," Ronny said.  "Come on."
      He led Tyler into the kitchen.  Tyler had noticed an odor in the
living room, but now it was stronger.  Sour mixed with something sweet and
rotten.  The place was a mess, the sink piled high with dirty dishes that
spilled out onto the counter.  The table had plates of half eaten food, a
pizza box stood open and some kind of insect critters feasted on the
remains.
      "I got beers in the fridge," Ronny said and got four bottles out.
"Come on."
      He led the way out the back door and down a short sidewalk to the
garage.  They went inside through a door that squeaked and tilted on rusty
hinges.  There were stairs to the left inside and Ronny started up them,
Tyler followed.  At the top Ronny used a key from his pocket to unlock the
door and Tyler followed him inside.  Ronny locked the door behind them.
The room had a sloped ceiling, an attic tucked under the roof, and the
place was spotless.  Ronny had an old purple velour sofa and an oak coffee
table, a torche floor lamp, and a queen-sized bed with a purple bed spread.
There was a chest of drawers for his clothes.  A window at each end of the
room stood open to catch the evening breeze.
      "I got music, I like blues best, you want to hear some?" Ronny said.
      "Play what ever you want," Tyler said.  He sat on the sofa and Ronny
handed him the beers.  He opened one for each of them and set Ronny's on
the coffee table.
      "Nobody will come out here and bother us because I'll go fucking off
on them," Ronny said.  "My dad says I got some kind of thing like his
granny had, like mania."
      "It's all right," Tyler said, "I've got ADD."
      Ronny put a CD into the portable player and hit the button.  A
woman's voice began a sad song.
      "Who is that?" Tyler said.
      "Billie Holiday," Ronny said.  He plopped onto the sofa right next to
Tyler.
      Tyler could feel his body heat against his skin.  He lifted his arm
and Ronny fell against him and Tyler put his arm around him to hold him
close.  He kissed Ronny's hair and it smelled like shampoo and fresh hot
boy.  Ronny put his hand on Tyler's lap and pushed down on his cock.  Tyler
drank down most of his beer, burped, put the bottle down and put his hand
down the front of Ronny's shorts, cupping his balls and holding them, his
thumb found the head of Ronny's cock and rubbed it.
      "Oh shit yes, that's it," Ronny said.  He drank half his beer and put
it down.
      Ronny opened the button of Tyler's cutoffs and pulled the zipper
down.  He spread the front open and Tyler's hard cock popped up.
      "Wow, it's even bigger than I remembered." Ronny gripped it and
pumped it up and down.
      Tyler shuddered with the heat of Ronny's hand on his cock.  He slid
down some on the sofa and spread his legs wide.  Ronny put his hand down
onto Tyler's balls and put his finger into Tyler's ass crack.  Tyler rolled
towards him and put both hands on his shorts and pulled them to the floor.
Ronny was naked, so fine, smooth and perfect, his cock throbbing and
bouncing.
      "Come on, the bed," Tyler said.
      They got up and Tyler let his shorts fall to the floor and stepped
out of them, toed off his shoes.  He pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it
onto the sofa.  They walked hand in hand to the bed and climbed up.  Tyler
lay with his head by Ronny's cock and his cock by Ronny's mouth.  They took
them in their mouths and let them lie there in the wet heat.  Tyler pumped
his hips, he was so hot he wanted to cum right now.  Ronny sucked all of
his cock into his mouth and throat, worked it back out in stages, and then
sucked it back in quickly.  Tyler put Ronny's cock and his balls in his
mouth and held them there.
      "Oh God damn, that feels so good," Ronny said.
      "Can I lick your asshole?" Tyler said.
      "You can do anything you want to me," Ronny said.
      Tyler rolled Ronny over and turned to his knees between Ronny's
spread legs.  He lowered his face to Ronny's asshole and worked his tongue
inside, using his hands to spread his cheeks wider so his tongue could go
inside his hole.  He pushed it in as far as he could, pulled it back and
licked him.  He tasted sweet.  Tyler felt his pucker hole tighten, his
cheeks came together, his legs straightened, and he quivered all over, then
his hole went in and out as he came hard.  Tyler reached around and put his
hand on Ronny's cock, pressed it against his hairless belly and rubbed it,
again he quivered and his hole puckered and loosened.
      "Wow, you came twice," Tyler said.  "I wish I could still do that."
      "Shoot your sperm on my cock," Ronny said.
      He spun around and lie on top of Tyler, their hot cocks right
together, and they began to fuck, rubbing cocks up and down, round and
round, back and forth, and Tyler felt like he would swoon and pass out with
the intensity of the pleasure ripping through his loins.
      "Oh, shit, here I go," he said, and the cum came out of him as spasms
wracked his body from head to toe.  He shook and shot cum over their cocks
and they continued to rub and slide, enjoying the lubrication.
      He looked at Ronny's face above him, his eyes closed, his head back,
his entire visage radiated joy at the pleasure they shared.  As they slowed
down, Tyler leaned upwards, placed his lips onto Ronny's and kissed him.
Ronny's eyes popped open, he stared into Tyler's eyes for a moment, then he
opened his mouth and kissed Tyler hard and long until they ran out of
breath.  They rolled onto their sides facing each other, their hands on one
another's cocks, caressing, holding softly, rubbing their balls.  They
kissed again.
      "I love you Tyler," Ronny said so quiet Tyler wasn't sure he'd heard
him.
      "I love you Ronny," Tyler said and Ronny smiled.
      "Can you come back tomorrow?"
      "If I go now.  I don't want to get into trouble.  What time can I
come?"
      "As early as you can.  It's my tenth birthday tomorrow and I want you
here."
      "I'll bring a present.  I'll tie a bow around my cock and wrap it up
for you."
      Tyler got up and got dressed.  "I'll see you tomorrow," Tyler said,
and Ronny snored a soft sound.  He was asleep with a smile on his face.

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