Date: Sun, 15 May 2022 16:31:45 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Twelve Year Old Tyler

HOLA PEEPS!!

As you know by now, I get terribly bored on Sundays, which is when I take
out my laptop, go and have a coffee inside a restaurant, and just start
typing, and hoping the words will come.

This particular concept came to me the other day, and I thought I'd try my
luck in creating a story around it. Hope you enjoy.

Peace and love,
Ryan


TWELVE-YEAR-OLD TYLER
CHAPTER ONE
By Ryan White


"Tyler! Over here, I'm open!"

Twelve-year-old Tyler Miller quickly weighed up his options.

Okay...so he could pass to his teammate, or he could try and break through
the three-kid wall of the opponent team himself, as he has done numerous
times in the past of his under 12 primary school soccer team.

Of course, he wanted the glory, I mean, who wouldn't at that age, but he
suddenly remembered what their coach said...there is no `I' in the word
team...and if there were better options, it would be more practical to go
that route. Tyler kept running towards the goal and once more he saw the
desperate lunge of his best buddy Kyle Jenkins, almost pleading him to pass
the ball.

In the end, Tyler made a judgement call, and he proceeded to pull a strong
pass over to Kyle, who energetically found the ball at his feet and charged
forward, suddenly being one-on-one with the opposing goalkeeper and slotted
the ball home, right underneath said keeper's diving lanky body, to the
roar of the schoolkids and teachers, as well as the parents who came to
watch the match, in the stands.

Kyle, smiling as if he had won the Lottery, ran over towards Tyler and
hugged him, followed by a fist bump, to which once again...as it always had
tended to be in the last few months, made Tyler's heart warm and his face
blush a million shades of red.

He didn't know what WAS it with him these days...each and every one of his
teammates as well as his friends talked about girls, they always talked
about girls. It was NEVER like that before...but these days all that his
twelve-year-old peers would and could discuss was what they wanted to do to
the likes of Kimberly and Jessica...the two supposedly hottest girls in
their grade.

Of course, Tyler also thought that they were pretty, duh, he wasn't blind
in the least, but as in actually kissing them...doing stuff with them that
his buddies wanted to do...touching them...wanting to see what their boobs
and pussies looked like...Tyler just...he couldn't PLACE it! He didn't feel
the same. At all.

Instead, like just now, when he had been hugged by Kyle, it was THEN...that
something happened to his twelve-year-old body that he simply couldn't
explain. It was nothing out of the ordinary but he also fully knew that he
shouldn't feel that particular way when he was touched by, and when he was
with his guy friends.

He always tried his best to get dressed into and out of his uniform as
quickly as he could before matches and when they were at training, because
at the age of twelve, his four-inch dick had a mind of his own these
days. The thing would get hard as nails at every turn, trying as hard as he
could, he couldn't control it. And it seems that every time that it
happened, he was with, or in close proximity with another boy.

When they were changing, when he laid his innocent boyish eyes on the
hairless and unscathed pre-teen bodies of his team mates, when he saw their
boy cocks, some bigger than the other before him, he knew that he was in
trouble. Because his own dick just refused to stay soft at that moment, in
fact it would become to hard Tyler could hardly breathe.

He also knew what that probably meant, but he was too scared to even admit
this to himself. To say the actual word. He couldn't. He didn't wanna
be...THAT word. Not even if you paid him. Sometimes he would cry himself to
sleep, because of what he was feeling, when he would read his magazines and
there was a cute boy on the cover, his Harry Potter books, when he watched
Ash Ketchum in Pokemon, or when he would think about a certain boy he hung
out with during recess. He couldn't understand why HIM of all people...why
HE was different from everyone else he knew.

He found himself wanting to do stuff with boys...not with girls, and quite
frankly that scared the bejeezus out of him. As he turned around and once
more, got that fluttering in the pit of his stomach when he saw Kyle's
boyish run towards the middle circle of the field, he shook his head and
forced himself to focus. They had the game to try and win.

The opposing school equalised just before half time and therefore the half
time talk from the coach wasn't as gentle as it would have been, but he
fully understood that these boys were only twelve, there was a limit to
what they could achieve and do, so he basically just told them to go out
there and enjoy themselves, and that the opportunities to score would
eventually come if they just stuck to the game plan and remained
patient. About twenty minutes into the game, it was Tyler, as the centre
forward of the team who found himself in a great position to score, but for
what felt like the millionth time, the opposing defender put in a fantastic
block and the ball was lost.

Another chance went begging as Kyle managed an inch perfect pass to his
best friend and Tyler was sure all he had to do was simply tap the ball in
at the near post, but once more, that big bully of a defender was there,
and clean tackled Tyler so hard that the poor boy slid across the grassy
patch, complete with mud all over the place.

Kyle came storming past Tyler and pushed the boy who blocked the latter's
shot away from his best friend, and the two of them got into a right old
tussle on the field, so much so that the referee had to pull the two boys
apart, both of them glaring at the other with fists balled and ready to
battle.

"He could have taken Tyler's leg out! Send him off!" Kyle screamed, as his
voice as angry and as vicious as Tyler had ever heard him.

"Protecting your boyfriend, are you?" the opponent boy sneered back, only
for the referee to finally take action. He reached inside his pocket and
took out a RED card...and showed it directly towards Kyle.

The home team, along with Tyler were incensed, as were the people watching
in the stands, because of the sheer unfairness at what had just happened.

"Sorry boys, I don't tolerate violence on the pitch, you threw the first
punch, you're off, son!" he said as he signalled for the game to be
restarted from where it had left off.

The home team each patted Kyle on his back as he dejectedly walked back to
the stands, leaving Tyler's blood boiling. The boy who had tackled him
smiled evilly, if a twelve-year-old was at all capable of that, towards him
and ran back to celebrate the sending off with his own teammates. Tyler
looked back towards Kyle who was now sitting between his parents and it
looked from where he was standing that the dude was crying...he had his
head between his legs, sitting forward, what else could it be?

In the final ten minutes, Tyler was given the ball in a fantastic position,
so that he was once more one-on-one with the keeper, and seconds before he
could shoot, he was once more tackled profusely by the exact same boy who
had literally gotten Kyle sent off.

"How's that faggot?" the boy sneered as he stood up and shot a thumbs up
towards his goalkeeper.

Tyler stood up, his heart pounding angrily inside his boy chest, but before
he knew what was actually happening, he just saw the keeper slip as he
attempted the kick the ball up the field, out of the corner of his eye. The
boy fell down hard in the mud, allowing the ball to skid across the grass
directly towards Tyler.

In the stands the fans were going ballistic as they tried to alert Tyler
that the ball was open and all he had to do was literally, just kick it
into the net and win the game! The keeper was still down!

Unfortunately, Tyler realised it way too late and when he did, he charged
towards the round, white object on the pitch, but it was then, that his
feet was suddenly completely taken out from underneath him.

He saw his life and his teammates flash before his eyes, before his felt
his body land onto the solid grass. The keeper was still down, but he was
leaning upright...and he had a weird look on his face. As if he was
disgusted at what he was seeing. The boy who had been locking horns with
Tyler the whole damn game, stood over the latter boy...and he suddenly
started to vomit violently...

Tyler couldn't understand why he couldn't move. Why he couldn't speak or
react, why he couldn't jump up and complain to the ref about not giving
said boy even as much as YELLOW card or simply a warning for the way he
played...but he couldn't.

He just laid there...stiff as cardboard...the boy still vomiting at what he
had done...the last thing he saw, before he closed his eyes in sheer
exhaustion.

**

"Hmm...ahhh...hmmmm..."

"Oh my god...oh my good god...DOCTOR! Come in here, quick! Jesus Christ,
this is incredible! DOCTOR!"

Tyler coughed slightly and tried to turn his head towards where the sudden
and sharp voice was coming from, but the moment he tried, a blistering pain
flashed through his brain. He groaned and tried to open his eyes, but when
that was impossible to do without intense pain coming from behind them, he
sunk bad down onto the pillow.

All that he could do was lay there, and listen how several more people were
seemingly entering...where ever it was where he now was...talking over each
other and making him even more confused.

"Out of my way, this is important," he heard a strong voice say...said
voice sounded quite familiar but it also didn't...he couldn't quite place
it.

"Tyler? Tyler, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand. Squeeze it, Tyler, come
on!"

Tyler's body felt like lead but he did feel what felt like a hand, touch
and embrace his own, before he felt a tight grip on his left side. He
wiggled his nose, which was about all that he could do without feeling
immense amounts of pain, and he weakly squeezed the hand of the person that
had ordered him to. That voice still sounded painfully familiar...

"Jesus...okay, everyone out of here, now! Give him some room, give him some
air, for gods sake! I'll deal with this patient myself, cancel all my other
appointments for the day. What are you waiting for? Do as I say!"

Tyler groaned one more time as he tried his best to find some solution
inside his messed-up brain to try and figure out who was talking, but even
that hurt. He could hear a door close and then there was just utter
silence. Sounds of a curtain being closed he could somehow identify, but
other than that, just footsteps. He once more tried to open his eyes, but
it was just too painful.

"Where...what..." he croaked before he was gently reassured by the familiar
voice.

"Ssssh...you've been through so much, buddy. Slowly, okay? You're gonna be
fine. Just...try and open your eyes. I know it must be hard after all this
time, but at least try, Tyler...please?"

Tyler gathered all his strength his tried ass body could muster and tried
once more. Slowly...very slowly his heavy eyelids gave way, and although
still painful, the voice guided him through every step of the way. At first
there was just darkness, even with his eyes open mid-way, but then a small
burst of light seemed to blind him, but the voice kept talking to him,
encouraging him, making sure that he was doing okay, and to take it slow.

Shapes, figures and objects found its way to his eyesight, and finally,
those eyes were open, at last. Tyler blinked once, and again, before he
finally took in where he was. It looked like some kind of...hospital? What
the hell...he tried to look to his left, but the moment he did, that
blinding pain was back, although slightly lesser than before.

"Tyler...oh my god...can you look at me? Can you even see me?"

Slowly, what felt like hours, Tyler managed to ever so painfully divert his
eyes over to where the voice was coming from. He set his eyes on an older
dude, who must have been in his thirties, he wasn't sure. In his
twelve-year-old mind, everyone over the age of twenty was old. He and his
buddies always joked how teachers were all ancient and probably couldn't
get their dicks up anymore.

The man smiled, and there were actually tears were rolling down his face,
why Tyler didn't know, but it was weird. He sniffed and finally his vision
was firmly in place. The man looked hella familiar, and Tyler felt that he
should know who this was, but he just couldn't place it.

"Tired...sleepy..." he croaked once more...even his own voice sounded weird
and strange, as if it didn't belong to him, but he was really too tired to
even care.

"Its okay, you're gonna be okay. Go to sleep, I promise I'll explain
everything later. I'm just so glad you're finally awake!"

Tyler grunted a reply, before the world around him went black once more.

**

As Tyler opened his eyes for a second time, much easier than the first, he
blinked a couple of times, before he saw a boy next to his bed. The
movement of him being awake, triggered the boy's attention and he looked up
from the red and blue device that he was busy with. What it was, Tyler
didn't know, but it sure looked like the boy was having fun.

A shot straight through his heart blasted within Tyler as he immediately
recognized the young boy...it was Kyle! But since when did his best friend
use gel in his hair...

"Dad! Dad!" the boy shouted in the direction of the door, which Tyler's
eyes flickered towards, and then back at Kyle.

"Hey man...boy, am I glad to see you! What the hell happened on that pitch?
Did we win?" Tyler asked, reaching out to the boy for a fist bump as best
he could, he was just so happy to see a friendly and familiar face...when
the boy jumped backwards as if Tyler was going to attack him.

"Dude! What the fuck...get away..." the boy gasped, quickly walking over to
the door which he pulled open, only for the doctor who had been with Tyler
when he had woken up, to stand firmly in his way.

"What happened here? Why did you scream like that? This is a hospital," he
asked, looking sternly down at the boy, who quickly grabbed onto the man's
waist and tried his best to hide behind him.

"It's him! He wanted to touch me!" he hissed with all his might; a look of
genuine fear streaked across his entire face.

Tyler frowned, as best he could, it was still painful to even remotely
move, before his eyes lodged onto Kyle himself.

"Kyle...what gives? It's me! Its Tyler! Why...I don't get it, we're best
buds, why...geez, my head hurts!"

The older man's lips pursed together as if he didn't quite know what to
say, before he closed the door behind him.

"I'll just go..." the boy said, but the man stopped him.

"Son, I'm sorry and I should have told you about all of this, but I just
didn't think he'd wake up again so quickly...my apologies to you as well,
Tyler, I had my rounds to do, I'm sorry. We're severely understaffed
because of COVID this week, I just didn't want you to wake up and there was
no one here with you."

What the hell is covid...Tyler wondered before he took a deep breath and
tried to focus on the two people with him in the room.

"Where's my mom and dad, Kyle? Why are you here and they aren't?" he
whispered, never taking his eyes off of his best friend.

The boy looked over at the older man and rolled his eyes, before he looked
like he wanted to say something, but the latter stopped him, holding his
hand in the air.

"You stay right where you are, Frankie," he ordered before he sat down in
the chair next to Tyler's bed.

How long have I been asleep, I could have sworn the dude called Kyle
"Frankie" just now...Tyler closed his eyes and opened them again REALLY
fast, as if he was having some kind of dream, but no...things were just as
they were when he opened them same eyes. This was real, this was
reality...and it scared him to shit. Where was his parents?

The doctor looked Tyler straight into his eyes and sighed.

"Tyler, I'm gonna try and explain something to you, and its okay, really,
if you don't understand. Just try and take it in. I don't wanna rush
things, but considering what just happened...and how much Frankie
resembles...okay. Do you hear me? Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Tyler nodded slowly, it didn't hurt a stack so much anymore, but he was
getting more scared and more nervous by the second. One moment he was
playing a match on the school's soccer pitch and the next he was in some
kind of hospital and his best friend was acting really weird...

The doctor cleared his throat.

"What's the last thing you remember? Think carefully."

Tyler closed his eyes and he immediately saw the soccer ball left
unattended on the pitch. The opposing team's goalkeeper had slipped and the
ball was open. All he had to do was run over to it and kick it into the
back of the net...there was no way they would score again, there wasn't
that much time left...the coach and the fans were egging him on so loud he
could still hear their voices...he slowly and carefully told the doctor
everything he knew, with Kyle still on the opposite side of the room
refusing to come even an inch closer. Man...he was so cute and hot at the
same time...

"I was playing soccer match at school. We were playing Highlands Park."

The doctor frowned...and looked up at Kyle, before he turned his attention
towards Tyler.

"What is that boy's name, Tyler?" he asked, pointing towards his son.

"That's Kyle, my best friend..." Tyler whispered back, his eyes nervous and
his hand palms sweaty.

"But Dad..."

"Frankie! Not now!"

Again, that name...what was it with this doctor guy? Why does he keep
calling Kyle Frankie?"

"You're doing okay, Tyler, really you are. Now, one last question...what
year is it?

Tyler frowned, and looked at Kyle, as if he expected his best friend to
help him, but there was nothing. Kyle was completely...freaked out...by
him, it seemed. A smudge of pain ripped through his heart, but he swallowed
and turned back to the doctor.

"It's 2002, why you asking me that?"

"Holy fuck..."

"Frankie! Enough! Just go, okay? Just go and wait for me in
reception. We'll talk about that language when I get home!"

"But Dad..."

"Go!"

Tyler saw Kyle walk dejectedly towards the door, before looking back at him
once more, and shaking his head, before walking out. Tears started to
stream across Tyler's face, and although he hated crying, he couldn't stop
it. He angrily reached upwards and wiped the tears away, eliciting another
pain that throbbed through his body, which only made him cry harder.

Damn, he was twelve years old! Not a damn baby! He couldn't remember when
last he cried before now!

The doctor took a deep breath and took both of Tyler's hands inside his
own. Tyler sniffed once more and looked down at the two pairs of
hands...wait...there was something...wait, something was not quite
right. Didn't seem right, definitely didn't look right.

The doctor was a grown up. He was still a kid. So why...why was there
absolutely no size difference between those two pairs of hands...why did
they look EXACTLY the same...

"Tyler, I dunno who to actually say this, so I'm just gonna...say it like
it is. That day, that day you remember, playing the soccer match against
Highlands Park, well, you were tackled very badly by the opposing
defender. I know, because I was there. I was sitting in the stands, and
thank God for that, because I wouldn't have been able to handle seeing it
up close...but basically, he tackled you so hard, that your feet were swept
from underneath you, you tumbled in mid-air and you hit your head on the
pitch. Hard."

The doctor took another deep breath...and Tyler didn't know what was
happening. He could hear the words; he could register them but it was like
it didn't wanna make sense when placed together.

"The boy immediately realised that he had done something horrible. Jesus,
Tyler, there was blood absolutely everywhere. He even started to vomit
because what he had done. You were completely knocked out cold and you were
brought here. Somewhere, during the course of that night, something went
horribly wrong and you slipped...slipped into a very deep, very persistent
coma."

Tyler swallowed again...very slowly. His brain was working over time to
digest what he had just heard...

...and suddenly it was like a huge black curtain was withdrawn from his
memories...it was true...all of it...he remembered the boy doing damage to
him all game, how the referee left several of his crap unpunished...how
Kyle had gotten a red card for trying to protect and defend him...and
then...as if inside a very vivid dream, he saw the soccer ball lying on the
pitch and once more he saw the goalkeeper in pain, rolling around in the
mud from where he had slipped. He saw himself running towards the ball, his
friends and family etching him on to score that tap in...and then...try as
hard as he might, but he couldn't remember anything else after that.

How...but how would the doctor know all of this?

The man looked deep into Tyler's eyes.

"This is insane, but you have to know...there's no possible way to hide it,
and it's better than it comes from me. That day...that day was twenty years
ago. Tyler, I'm sorry...but you have been in a coma for twenty long
years. You're...you're a thirty-two-year-old man now."

Tyler was stiff with fear, he was paralyzed with what he had been told, the
utter feeling that what this man was saying was true, realising that his
voice did sound different as he remembered it...and even more so when the
man stood up, and handed a small mirror from the bedside table towards him.

"Go ahead, Tyler. Look at you," he said, prodded, softly.

Tyler took the small mirror with shaking hands...and looked down.

A fully grown man looked back at him, one that he didn't even
recognise. Tyler wiggled his nose, and so did the man in the mirror. He
blinked twice and again; it was immediately reinacted. He opened his mouth,
and so did the person looking back at him.

Holy shit...how...why...oh my god!

Another otherworldly shocked awaited him when the doctor carefully, yet
caringly, placed his hand on his shoulder.

"There's one more thing...but I really hope you understand this...again,
it's simply not fair to you keeping you thinking that Frankie is your best
friend, Kyle. Because that, that boy, that isn't the Kyle that you knew."

Tyler sniffed angrily, he was already so upset and confused about all of
this, now this idiot older guy wanted to tell that he didn't know what his
god damn best friend looked like!

"That is Kyle! We've been friends ever since kindergarten! I'll know him
anywhere!" he shouted, louder than he had anticipated, complete with a
voice that he still didn't recognise as his own.

The doctor nodded and then he smiled.

"Remember how he used to throw balloons with water to bomb the geeks in
science class? How we always used to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
before every game, because we thought it would bring us good luck? Remember
how we celebrated our birthday parties together because yours is only a
week after my own?"

The doctor sighed...before...

"And remember when you were the ONLY person that I told that Kimberley and
I had kissed at school, behind the bleachers? I didn't tell anyone
else. Just you."

Tyler's eyes widened...there was no way in hell the doctor would know all
of that, there was only one person that would and that was...

He narrowed his eyes. He stared intensely at the doctor, complete with his
white lab coat and the stethoscope hanging around his neck as if seeing him
properly for the first time.

That feeling he had when he woke up...that nagging feeling that the doctor
looked familiar as hell...

Jesus.

He had been in a coma for twenty years, so could it mean that...

"Kyle? That you?"

The doctor nodded slowly, still smiling. And finally...FINALLY, Tyler
recognized the man for who he truly was. His best friend...the boy he had
been so in love with at school and never had the guts to say anything
ever...now all grown up...as of course was he himself.

"Then who...that boy...who..."

Kyle sat down on the chair and sighed once more.

"That's my son. His name is Frankie. And I know...he looks just like
me. Neither me or Kimberley ever understood it, but yeah, we could have
been twins, me and him, we look so much alike. That's why he was scared,
Tyler. Not because you were hideous or anything, but because he didn't know
what was going on. He might look like me, but he isn't me."

Tyler closed his eyes and laid back in his bed. This was too much. Way too
much. His eyes were swimming in unshed tears.

"Where's my mom and dad..." he croaked out in his adult voice.

The look on Kyle's face didn't spell out anything good.

**

The following weeks were traumatic and insane for Tyler.

He was very clearly a thirty-two old man, but inside his head and inside
his heart, he was very much that twelve-year-old boy who simply loved
playing soccer and just being with his friends, hanging out at the local
Burger King and just shooting the shit on weekends, listening to Backstreet
Boys and Eminem.

He grimaced when he remembered so well how he always felt out when they
would talk about fucking girls and wanting to kiss them and all that...he
always had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach because he didn't
share their feelings...well he did...but what they wanted to do to girls,
he wanted to do with boys.

And it was like nothing had changed.

Kyle had also taken him to visit his parents' graves. Twenty years had
passed, and although they always had hope that someday, somehow, he would
wake up, it never happened. The stress drove his mother to have a massive
heart attack about three years after the accident on the pitch, and about
two years ago, his father had joined her in heaven.

Kyle was amazing, just as he had been when they were kids. He helped Tyler
through everything, he was there for him, like only a true best friend
could be. Turns out Kyle ended up marrying Kimberley, his big crush in
primary school, and Frankie was their son...something that Tyler still had
trouble comprehending. Inside his twelve-year-old mind, it was INSANE that
Kyle was a dad. That he even HAD a kid.

When ever he saw Frankie, he saw Kyle. He tried to forced himself into
accepting that the boy was not his best friend, but it didn't help that the
guy resembled Kyle so damn badly, it was so easy to make that mistake.

The day that Tyler was finally released from hospital after an insane
twenty years spent there, with Kyle paying all his medical bills after
Tyler's father had passed away, it was decided that he would come and live
with them. Kimberley was so nice, and so kind, much more than the total
bitch he remembered from school. To him, and inside his mind, he was still
a twelve-year-old boy...and it showed.

He didn't know what a Nintendo Switch was. He didn't know what Facebook or
Twitter was. Forget about something called Instagram. The mobile phones
that he knew and remembered were brick like creatures, heavy and a drag to
use...not these slim and skinny little shiny things that he saw Kyle and
his son use like all the time. And apparently, there was now a virus out
there which would kill you, and you had to wear a face mask if you were
with strangers or even if you were going to the shops...his head hurt to
think about all of that.

It was very clear from the start that Frankie was NOT happy with all of
this. Suddenly having his dad's childhood best friend living with them,
when inside their minds, they were the exact same age. The boy didn't ever
say anything nasty to his face, but Tyler heard them one particular
evening, when they thought he was asleep. It was clear that Frankie was
freaked out about all of this and didn't want Tyler there.

"He thinks I'm you! Dad! That's weird as fuck!"

"If you swear at me one more time, I'll damn well give you something to
swear about!"

"Kyle, Sweetie, he's only a boy, he doesn't understand how these things
work!"

"Kim, I get that, but my best friend just woke up from a twenty-year-old
coma! He literally has no one in this world, except me! I wasn't...I wasn't
on that pitch that day when it happened, I got sent off...and if I was,
maybe I could have done something to stop that kid who did this to
him...Tyler's the reason why I became a doctor in the first place! I can't
just abandon him!"

**

About two months after Tyler had woken up from his coma, he was laying on
the couch in the living room, and trying his best to read Harry Potter and
the Deathly Hallows. There were a few words in there, that he didn't quite
understand, but Kyle was always willing to help and explain certain terms,
however, he wanted to prove in sheer pre-teen confidence, that he could do
it on his own. The last book that he remembered reading in the series was
the Prisoner of Azkaban, and it took him no time at all to get into the
books that had followed these past months and finish them.

There were times where he was jealous at all the fun that Kyle and Frankie
were having on that red and blue device thing that they plugged into their
humongous TV and played for hours on end. Of course, Kyle often tried to
include him, but he simply couldn't figure out the controls. He was used to
a PlayStation 2, not the Switch.

He and Kyle had such a laugh when he threatened to "kill" him if he told
Tyler how the Harry Potter series ends, and if Voldemort finally gets
defeated, but afterwards Kimberley had very gently, told him that said
language and manner of speaking, wasn't proper at his age. What could he
do...he just nodded and said he was sorry. It was her house, after all.

A click inside the door knob was heard and he immediately sat up, thinking
that it might be Kyle, putting his book down, but it was Frankie, followed
by a couple of his friends. All of them were about twelve or thirteen at
the most, and Tyler felt his dick move just a tad as his eyes travelled
over Frankie in his school uniform...he closed his eyes and forced those
thoughts out of his brain as quick as he could.

"Oh hey...didn't know you would be here..." Frankie said, looking nervously
over to his peers as he did so.

"Where else would I be?" Tyler answered back, in a typical manner that a
twelve-year-old would.

"This the freak you told us about?" one of the boys asked, as he allowed
his back pack to fall down to the floor. He had a mean smile on his face,
and his eyes were dark as night, at least to Tyler.

"Dude! Don't call him that!" Frankie quickly said before he signalled the
boys to join him inside his room.

"What, are you shy? Twelve-year-old stuck in a grown ass body? You expect
us to believe that?"

Tyler stood up, his tall and lanky physique completely dwarfing the size
and shape of the bully. Since they were Frankie's friends, he assumed they
were also twelve years of age, which inside his brain, told him that they
were of equal stance.

"Yeah, I do, because its true. You wanna get out of my face?"

The kid smirked and patted Frankie on the shoulder with laughter.

"Man, who TALKS like that?" he snickered before Frankie took hold of his
shirt and literally pulled him towards his room.

Tyler had enough. He had to get outta there.

**

Later on, that evening Tyler was in bed...at around eight a clock.

Knowing that he was technically an adult, he tried his best to stay up and
late as he could, but his body just didn't wanna support that. He was still
very much twelve years old, at heart. He rolled his eyes and wished for the
hundredth time that the kid who had tackled him on the pitch that day would
get a giant pain inside his ass right there and then.

A knock on the door startled him.

"Who is it?" he called before, swallowing nervously, hoping to God he
didn't do anything wrong again.

He did spill a few drops of his Coke onto the expensive carpet in the
living room, but Kyle assured him it was fine.

"Uhm...it's Frankie, can I come in?"

Tyler's eyes widened for a few seconds, for some reason looking around
inside his room to check if everything was neat and packed away...why he
didn't know, it was just pure instinct...

"Yeah, sure. You can come in."

Sheer honest to God, it was like being inside a time warp...seeing Frankie
in his pyjamas, he looked so much like Kyle, it was actually insane. Copy
and paste, quite literally. Frankie fidgeted with his fingers a little
before he sighed, but he still didn't make eye contact with Tyler. He
slowly moved forward and sat down on the bed, about a meter away from him.

"I just wanted to say sorry, for...you know... my friend this afternoon. I
did tell the guys at school about you and all of your...issues but I didn't
mean they should make fun of you. I mean, you can't help being like this."

Tyler thought that the apology sounded sincere enough, but he wasn't sure
how to respond. He tended to avoid Frankie when they were at home together,
because he was scared out of his witts just how much the boy turned him on.

Back in his own timeline, the one inside his head, which was the year 2002,
he was still madly in love with Kyle...and now Kyle was all grown up, but
his carbon copy son was right here...and they looked SO much alike.

Tyler's eyes couldn't help but hover over Frankie's strong legs, so much
like his dad's way back, complete with little feathery dusts of hair
scattered across the skin, he was fairly built for his age as well, and
those beautiful blue eyes...again, the same as young Kyle's had been. The
only physical difference between the two was the way Frankie styled his
hair, which he gelled into upright spikes, to which Kyle had bangs which
flopped alongside his head when they played soccer.

Jesus no...he thought, as he felt his cock...his now...seven-inch dick...he
nearly fell the fuck off the toilet seat the first time he saw how much his
dick had grown over the years that he was in a coma...get stiffer and
stiffer by the second.

Frankie didn't say anything else, but he got up and walked to the
door. Tyler knew he should look away, if the boy was more like his father
than he already knew, then he would realise how Tyler felt...

From watching TV in the modern 2022 era for the past few months he was
shocked to discover that people were less judgemental towards gay people
than what he remembered, but even so...technically he was thirty-two years
old. That made him a massive twenty years older than Frankie. Things might
have changed hella crazy since the accident, but even Tyler knew that grown
ups shouldn't think that twelve-year-old boys were sexy as hell.

"Frankie?"

The boy turned around and looked at Tyler.

"Yeah?"

Tyler smiled slightly and leaned back in his bed, and Frankie's eyes
widened. It was such a small detail, but it was so incredibly innocent and
boyish childlike, something that Frankie himself did often, that he
couldn't help but to stare at Tyler...the twelve-year-old kid, stuck inside
the thirty-two-year-old body.

"If that dude ever wants trouble with you, just send him my way. I'm so God
damn huge now, he'll never stand a chance!"

Tyler's smile was so infectious, that Frankie couldn't help but burst into
sudden laughter. The grown-up man vowing to beat up a twelve-year-old kid
to protect him...seriously...OMG. Together the two laughed and snickered
until Frankie wiped his eyes of his tears and turned the door knob.

"Night, man!" he said as he left the room with a smile.

Tyler closed his eyes. He could still smell Frankie inside his room. That
freshly washed soapy odour that he loved so much on a boy, especially that
sweet ass showered aroma a boy had after a game.

His dick was hard. So incredibly hard.

"Frankie..." he whispered...before his eyes fell shut.

**



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