Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2022 20:35:16 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Twelve Year Old Tyler, Chapter 4

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alfredo! Sorry again for the long delay, but hoping you guys understand
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TWELVE-YEAR-OLD TYLER
CHAPTER FOUR
By Ryan White

Tyler rolled over in his sleep, his king-sized bed creaking ever so
slightly, with the effort that his body gave the mattress, before he
slumped to his left in a much more comfortable sleep than you might have
imagined. Inside the crook of his mouth, there was a slight smile, and that
smile evolved from a narrow-crooked grin to a full-on laugh in just a few
seconds...because only he himself could see what was behind those closed
eyes of his...

Whether he knew he was having a dream, no one would say, and his first ever
WET DREAM at that. Before his terrible accident that had rendered him
comatose for twenty years, Tyler was never as fortunate to have one, but he
was sure as hell having one at this point and time.

Having never had sex either, this was somewhat of a turning point in the
young boy's life, or should I say, the young twelve-year-old who was now
trapped inside the body of a man twenty years older than his brain, body
and soul was in reality.

He giggled in his sleep, and then buried his face inside the crook of his
pillow, before he dreamt the continuation of the already fascinating and
God damn horny dream...his seven-and-a-half-inch man cock was hard as nails
and stretching his pyjama trousers to the extent that it began to dug
deeply into the mattress...giving the young man child a wonderful
experience for his first severe sexual endeavour of any kind.

As we sneak inside the dream Tyler was having, we would see him facing his
crush...Frankie and Frankie alone, the son of his former BFF Kyle. The son
who looked JUST like Kyle from the year 2002. There had been mild confusion
before when he had just woken up from the coma, as he kept referring and
thinking of Frankie as Kyle, but not anymore. The warmth...the special
feeling he got EVERY single time he was near Frankie...the way his eyes
would LIGHT UP whenever the boy anywhere near in his vicinity...

Frankie was laying on his bed and he was wearing nothing but his Cristiano
Ronaldo brand underwear. In reality Tyler had no fucking idea how big or
what the sheer size of Frankie's dick really was, but his subconscious gave
him a good as hell idea. The boy laid backwards and displayed his boyish
goodies and everything else he had to offer to the delight of young Tyler,
who even inside his dream, felt that his cock was the hardest it has EVER
been.

Frankie grinned devilishly at him, while throwing his head backwards, his
jet-black hair quite literally fluffed across his forehead, his eyes was
glimmering with horny magnetism and at the same time they were begging
Tyler to come closer...inside his vivid dream, Tyler saw Frankie reaching
out with his hand...telling him that all this was more than okay, that he
wanted this, just as much as he did. He then proceeded to remove his
underwear...

Tyler gently climbed onto the bed, his weight now resting besides that of
Frankie in such close proximity, that he could actually smell and feel the
boy's warm, minty breath. Frankie, still smiling weirdly happily as he had
ever seen him, then took Tyler's hand, which was still lodged inside his
very own, and carefully, slowly, he took both of their hands and placed it
directly onto his twelve-year-old dickie.

Tyler could hear the other boy hiss and gasp his sexual pleasure and before
he quite knew what was happening, Frankie had withdrawn his own hand from
the equation, leaving just Tyler's on that steel hard pre-teen organ. It
was as hard and warm as anything he had ever felt inside his young
life...it was like the thingy was actually ALIVE! Tyler's eyes flickered
back towards Frankie and the boy nodded, as if to say, once again...yes,
it's okay...go ahead...I won't be mad.

Gingerly, Tyler leaned down...he might have had the physical appearance of
an adult, but he was still very much a boy at heart...but this was a dream,
his dream, and it was as if he was being guided by a mysterious force into
just...simply KNOWING what had to be done. And how to make Frankie enjoy
the fuck out of it. His face came ever so closer to that young boy
penis...just about four and a half inches in length, but as stiff as it
could possibly be.

Tyler heard Frankie gasp and he saw the young boy tuck and draw in his
stomach as he curled his fingers, curiously, around the dick. Warmth, blood
and power pulsed through it by the passing second and Tyler, for the first
time, it seemed, smiled openly back at Frankie, before leaning down and
taking the cock inside of his mouth.

Frankie lunged his pre-teen pubescent body upwards in the drastic and
urgent manner any twelve-year-old boy would if his dickie ever got sucked,
his groin and his sparce pubic hair was nearly crushing Tyler's adult face,
but it wasn't as if the latter was really minding all of that.

His tongue glided over every inch of that rock hard four incher, it really
felt as if the young dick was getting harder and harder every time that he
did. Underneath him, he could see the boy's still, hairless boy ballies
jingle with all their pre-teen goodness hidden inside them, as Mario and
Luigi clearly seemed to be enjoying the present Tyler was giving their
owner.

As if he had been doing this his whole entire life, Tyler flicked his
tongue all over Frankie's desperate, flaring piss slit, fascinating to see
the organ actually leaking some pre cum, and it tasted quite frankly like
the sweetest honey he had ever sampled.

Frankie was starting to heave quite heavily above him, and again, it was
pure sexual instinct that pushed Tyler to suck that cock ever harder, to
make sure every little bit of that four and a half inch, kiddie meat was
slobbered and tasted with the absolute gusto. It felt like his face was on
fire as it continued its oral assault on the pubescent little boy penis, as
if it was happening in a complete shadow of a blur.

Something warm and wet scattered across his tongue, following by more and
watery warmness that flooded over his mouth and teeth before he even could
try and stop it, there was simply too much.

Frankie had reached his boyish orgasm, and fucking hell, was there more
than enough juice from the twelve-year-old, more than Tyler had been
expecting. He swallowed the sperm without even thinking, it was just the
natural thing to do. He didn't have a single clue what boy cum was supposed
to taste like, but pineapples, came to mind...

Inside his dream, he felt like his body was being airlifted upwards into
total submission, before he saw Frankie's beautiful eyes and full boy lips
coming ever closer and closer towards his very own...



**



"OH FUCK! JESUS!"

Tyler hissed as he shook awake, with his entire body feeling like it was
tingling from sheer sweaty exhaustion. His hands were slightly shaking, as
was his heart, pounding inside his fully grown, adult chest. His eyes were
God damn everywhere it could manage to look, his hands nervously running
through his hair as his body slowly, but surely became under full control
once more.

What the hell just happened...what WAS that? Seriously...what was that?

It had felt so real, so fucking real, that he was still shivering his ass
off at the reality that it had only been, could have only been nothing but
a dream. Frankie and himself had in fact come out to each other before, but
still...Frankie was a boy, a child...and even though his mind was on the
exact same level, biologically, he was not. And to even THINK or imagine of
having sex with Frankie should have been sickening to say the very least.

He closed his eyes and remembered how close he had come to kissing Frankie
just now inside his dream...of actually having his very first kiss with
another boy, like he had wanted to do all those years ago with Kyle...now
Frankie's dad.

Once more the total and utter insanity of it all drove home...he could
literally be arrested and thrown into jail, if people ever knew how he felt
about Frankie, or any other twelve-year-old boy for that
matter. Theoretically, he was thirty-two years old. In all other ways, he
was still that twelve-year-old boy that had loved playing soccer and
listening to Eminem and Backstreet Boys...and after all that, that fucking
accident happened and he was in a coma for all those years...not knowing
that when he would see daylight again, everything, life included, would
have changed as he knew it.

Tears flowed from Tyler's eyes as he felt sick to his stomach. There was
nothing wrong with liking Frankie in theory, but society would never
agree. He couldn't help it...Frankie was just so God damn cute and
sexy...he thought about him ALL the time! And it was not just
that...Frankie was gay! He was actually gay and STILL he probably would
never feel about Tyler, the way Tyler felt about him.

Frustration and anger over what Jim Johnson had done to him twenty years
ago resurfaced its ugly head one more time...ever since a couple of days
ago when he FINALLY recognised Frankie's BFF Brandon's father for what and
who he really was...the boy who had so viciously tackled Tyler all those
years ago, leading to his coma in the first place. That man took EVERYTHING
from him! He liked Frankie so much and because of Jim Johnson, he couldn't
EVER tell him...

Tyler eventually fell asleep once more in the early hours of the
morning...with crusted tears still in the corners of his eyes and Frankie's
name on his lips and on his mind.

He was in love with him. He knew that.

Unfortunately, Frankie would never be capable, of loving him back.



**



"Frankie! I'm open!"

Frankie continued to run towards the opposite goal, the ball rolling at his
feet, and at the sound of Tyler's voice, he looked up quickly, before
realising he was being cornered by two of the opposing team's defenders.

He slipped the ball towards Tyler, who immediately took a shot straight at
goal, but unfortunately for him and for the rest of the team, the
goalkeeper made a stunning save, giving the ball back to the other
team. This was the last game of the new season, and although his own
school, the same school he had been in when the accident had happened, had
welcomed him back with open arms, certain other schools they were playing
against in the regional school's soccer league, wasn't.

Tyler had been boooed and been castrated all afternoon by the home crowd,
who had been shouting vile crap towards him, trying their best to get him
to lose concentration and it had been working. Although it had been
explained and the spectators had been told about the special circumstances
surrounding Tyler being in the team, the opposing teams, and this school
had been no different, was incensed that a fully grown man was allowed to
play soccer in and around twelve-year-old boys.

Some didn't believe that Tyler was still twelve inside his mind and
soul. Some believed he was playing in the team for attention. Either way,
the crowd had gotten their way...Tyler had been off his game ever since the
first minute of the abuse had begun.

Halftime, and Tyler, Frankie and Brandon's school was 1-0 behind. More
verbal abuse followed Tyler as the team exited the pitch back to the locker
rooms, with Coach Max, who had also been Tyler's coach before the accident
happened twenty years ago, immediately throwing his arm around his best
player.

"Kiddo, the best way to cope with all of that is to ignore them. I know
it's not that easy, but you have to, you haven't been able to complete one
pass and your first shot at goal came in the 45th minute! That's not you! I
know it's hard, but I wouldn't have fought so hard to get you back in the
team, if I didn't believe in you!"

Tyler swallowed and wiped way a few tears as he sat down and reached for
his water bottle, taking a few huge sips in order to calm down. Sometimes,
he didn't know his own strength, even after all these months that he had
been awake...during the half he so much wanted to punch someone, just to
get all of these feelings and emotions out, and that NEVER happened before
all of this, when the world, was still as he knew it. Sometimes he forgot,
that he was an adult.

His eyes widened as Frankie sat down next to him, and swung his arm right
around his broad shoulders. A shudder whipped through Tyler, and he was
sure as hell Frankie could feel it too. He'd have to be dead not to.

"Hey, I know it ain't easy, but then again life ain't easy, is it? You know
what, fuck all those idiots out there. You're a great player, dude! And you
know you are! So, let's get out there and DO this!"

Tyler wiped away the remaining of his tears angrily and managed to
genuinely smile at Frankie. He was so in love with this sexy little boy and
him being so nice to him, didn't really help matters. Together they sat in
silence, listening to Coach Max blast out orders and changes to their game
plan, until it was time for the second half of the game to start. Coach Max
winked at Tyler before majority of the kids had excitedly left the
locker-room, before Tyler sighed and stood up, his lanky, muscled adult
body completely and utterly dwarfing that of the much smaller Frankie.

"Let's go, we'll be late..." he said, before he gasped for breath as he saw
Frankie slip on a wayward orange peel that had been ever so casually left
on the floor of the locker-room...

...with the speed and sheer grace of a ninja, Tyler threw himself forward
to catch Frankie just in time, before the younger boy's face had made
complete contact with the wet floor. Frankie gasped, out of breath and his
heart racing with shock, before he clutched at Tyler's hands, terrified as
hell, before Tyler heaved his body upwards and got Frankie standing on his
own two feet once more.

Frankie's eyes wandered over to Tyler's hands, which was still holding his
body towards his own...those same eyes then, nervously, flickered over
towards Tyler's own, and it widened just a tad. Tyler cared for him, that
he knew, but the look and the freight and concern that he was seeing in
those eyes also levelled his own...the two was standing so close that they
could feel each other's hearts beating over and over inside their chests.

"You...you okay?" Tyler whispered, his voice soft and so fragile that
Frankie almost couldn't hear him.

Frankie, as if in a trance, nodded slowly, his lips quivering, his heart
rate returning to something resembling normality, as did the colour in his
cheeks, and no matter how hard the fucking tired, as insane as it sounded,
he couldn't take his eyes away from Tyler's.

Tyler was twelve years old...the same as himself...he knew that...and now,
for the first time, he knew why he had been so drawn to the supposed man
child...he saw nothing, nothing but love inside those very eyes.

Time was seemingly standing still for both man and child...they couldn't,
wouldn't stop looking at each other even if they tried.

As if an unseeable and unstoppable forces were pulling them together,
Frankie's eyes softened as if by itself, their two faces found drifting
towards each other more and more. Tyler was breathing heavily, but God
knows, he couldn't stop himself. He was head over heels for Frankie, there
was no sense in denying it any longer. Together their lips finally met, as
if in an old wayward film of noir, only now in stunning HD quality, as the
two boys kissed each other, their lips touching for the very, very first
time.

Tyler groaned softly as his brain finally realised just what they were
doing, so much so, that he had to place his hand on Frankie's young
shoulder to steady himself. Frankie was a great kisser, and although there
was no tongue being used, both boys were left with fully fledged erections
by the time their kiss broke, with almighty smack of both their reddish
snogged lips.

Frankie sighed, and looked down at his feet, before he emphatically leaned
his forehead against the bigger frame that Tyler had possessed, and once
more, it was sheer morbid instinct that Tyler immediately hugged Frankie
closer to him, both boys over come with sexual and emotional torment.

"Frankie! Tyler? What gives, come on, the game is about to start! Hurry
up!"

The voice of Coach Max breathed life into the two embracing figures inside
that locker room, and it was Tyler who cleared his throat first, before he
swallowed slowly...

"Dude...I..."

Frankie shook his head, and turned around.

"Come on, we gotta go," he muttered softly, before taking one, last
lingering look at Tyler, as if he couldn't realise just what they had
done...and at last, running towards the pitch as fast as his legs could
carry him.



**



In the end, they lost 1-0, with the constant abuse finally taking its toll
in the 84th minute, when in true David Beckham style of old, Tyler had
finally crumbled and had shown a middle finger towards some of the opposing
team's supporters for what they were chanting about him, which of course,
got him an immediate sending off for his trouble.

Kyle was furious when he heard what had happened on the pitch, and wanted
to contact the school principal at once, but Kimberley, Kyle's wife as well
as Frankie's mother, worked her own vigilante magic on him and persuaded
him not to. Tyler secretly pulled a face at Kimberley when no one was
looking...Kyle might think differently but to himself, Kimberley was just
the same entitled little bitch she was back in primary school. Made no
mistake, she hid it well, and she made no effort to even be welcoming
towards Tyler, ever.

Tyler slumped towards the living room where Kyle as well as Frankie were
sitting on the couch, that big ass TV of theirs locked on mute for a
change, and Kyle was busy showing his son something out of what looked like
some or another photo album.

"No way! Is that really him? God, he was so h..." he heard Frankie say, but
before he could finish his sentence, he saw Tyler enter, and thank God he
did before said something he REALLY shouldn't have...relief smashed all
over his young, youthful face as Kyle laughed out loud and shook his head
in the affirmative.

"Yep, that's this big old muscled dude right here! That's how Tyler looked
when he was twelve years old just like you. Tyler, bro, come over here, you
need to see this."

Tyler placed his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, just like a
twelve-year-old would, before he sat down next to Frankie...and immediately
he saw a smile around the lips of the boy he was so besotted with...a
feeling of sheer excitement flushed through him like it always did when he
was near Frankie, but this time...this time it was hella different...much,
much more.

The last time he felt this way...they hadn't shared a kiss yet...

"Is that really you, dude?" Frankie asked as he grabbed the photo album
from Kyle and shoved it in typical pre-teen style over towards Tyler.

Tyler gave Kyle a killer hate look, before he caught his eyes on the two
young boys in the photo that Frankie was showing him. A feeling of dejavu
cascaded through Tyler's young mind as several memories once more made
their triumphant return...himself and Kyle, all those years ago, with their
arms around their shoulders, smiling happily towards the camera.

Looking back at it now, it was insane how Kyle never realised Tyler was in
love with him. It was clear as day.

This was insane...this was so surreal...the only time that he remembered,
his own timeline, way back in 2002, that was the Kyle that he
remembered...his best friend since kindergarten. That was his personal
memories, and here he was looking at twenty-year-old photos of what he was
deeming to be the current reality. Fucking hell.

"You remember that day, pal?" Kyle asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Tyler nodded.

"Sure do, the day of my twelfth birthday. My mom waited until everyone had
gone because we wanted a photo of us two together," he said, his chest
heaving as he did so.

"Jesus, Dad...no wonder Tyler thought I was you! We could have been twins!"
Frankie said, his eyes wide as the Sahara Desert, before Kyle ruffled his
hair.

"Don't joke about things like that, Frankie. Anyhow, I'm beat. I got an
early surgery scheduled for tomorrow, so please guys, no loud noise."

"When we were young, you snored like a fucking steam train..." Tyler said
without thinking, before he realised just what he had said, holding both
hands to his mouth, but by then it was too late...Frankie was already
laying on the floor laughing his ass off, and holding his stomach, as his
body was wrecked with giggles, he was actually choking back the tears.

"I'll get you for that," Kyle smirked at his best friend, before picking
Frankie up from the floor and tossing him right back onto the couch, before
he smiled and left the living room, leaving both Tyler and Frankie on their
own.

Suddenly it was like not one of them had anything to say, before Tyler
sighed and turned towards Frankie with pleading eyes...

"I'm sorry! Okay? Man, I ruined everything, I shouldn't have kissed
you...I'm a fucking grown ass man, I don't know what I was thinking, so if
you wanna tell your dad and have him kick me out, I totally deserve it..."

The whole time that Tyler was speaking Frankie didn't look at him once, he
kept his eyes on his fingers, which was in his lap, and he was fidgeting
with it. At last, once Tyler had stopped talking, he sighed as well and
shook his head.

"I didn't mind..." he said, softly.

"What?" Tyler asked in return.

Finally, Frankie had the sheer guts and determination to actually look
Tyler in the eyes, and smiled slightly.

"I didn't mind. The kiss, I mean. Not one little bit. I really didn't. It
was nice."

Tyler wanted to smile, but he wasn't sure what Frankie meant by the kiss
being "nice" ...anyhow, it didn't seem like Frankie was upset about what
happened, and that felt like a world of worry being removed from his
shoulders.

"Tyler, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, yeah, go for it."

"This is gonna sound weird AF, but did you date any one back then? To the
time where you can remember?" Frankie suddenly asked, still playing with
his fingers, but now actively looking at Tyler.

Tyler shook his head. He had been hot for Kyle of course, but that really
didn't count, did it?

"Nope, your dad was the one who dated your mom, but I didn't date anyone. I
was gay, remember? And back in 2002, you didn't just walk up to guys and go
"hey I'm gay" or stuff like you guys do nowadays."

Frankie nodded and his eyes sparkled. He moved a little closer to Tyler,
who in turn, had turned ice cold at the sight of the boy he was getting
stronger feelings for by the mere minute, coming ever closer to him.

"That other night, when I caught you in the bathroom, you spilled water on
your shirt...I know, I mean, I know that you must have heard me and
Brandon. You had to, I mean, you have to go past my room to get to the
bathroom...your face kinda said it all that night as well."

Frankie sighed and ran his fingers through his clean, jet-black hair, and
the mere sight of it caused a mini explosion inside Tyler's balls.

"Brandon can't stand you, not because of what happened to you, but because
he's jealous. Me and him have been friends like, forever, and we kinda
started this thing where he would, you know...blow me and stuff but I
almost never do it back...and he knows that. You wanna know why?"

Tyler nodded, still silently undressing Frankie with his eyes. He couldn't
help it...the boy was breath-taking.

"Come with me, I'll show you," Frankie said happily, before jumping up and
galloping to his room, to which Tyler swiftly followed.



**



Once inside of Frankie's room, the latter boy closed the door, and
signalled at Tyler to sat down on the bed. He then stood in the middle of
the room, and lifted up his arms, showing directly at all the posters on
his wall.

"Tyler, seriously, you wanna tell me you can't see it?"

Tyler frowned and stared around the room, but apart from the posters, he
couldn't see anything wrong.

Frankie giggled and pointed to the posters, one by one.

"Don't you recognise any of these players?"

Tyler did, in fact, he recognised more than he did the soccer players these
days. David Beckham, Cristiano Ronaldo, Wayne Rooney, Brian McBride, even
some of Frank Lampard and Steven Gerrard. These were all players that he
knew, that were hot stuff back in the days that he watched soccer, but what
did that have to do with...

Jesus!

Does that mean...?

Frankie wasn't stupid, he clearly saw the penny drop in Tyler's eyes as he
walked over to the bed and sat right beside him. He swallowed slowly,
before he took Tyler's adult hand, inside his own. Tyler was sure his eyes
was deceiving him...this, this couldn't actually be happening, could it?

The look inside Frankie's eyes was telling him a much different story.

"The reason why you probably know all of them, is because I like older
guys. I have since I was old enough to realise that I was probably
gay. Sometimes I even think my dad is sexy as hell, but relax, I'll never
go there...but dude...once you started to get muscle, and started to get so
fucking ripped and once I had gotten to actually know you, the REAL
you...the twelve-year-old you...you look like a hot stud, but you're
actually my age...this is...it's perfect, isn't it?"

Tyler's eyes watered, and he felt Frankie squeeze his hand. He shook his
head and wanted to get the hell up and outta there, but once more, Frankie
stopped him, this time with a wounded look on his face, like someone had
just killed his favourite dog.

"I'm telling you the truth here, I'm not fucking lying!" he hissed towards
Tyler, who continued to shake his head in the negative connotation.

"Please don't...we can't bloody do this, Frankie, it's wrong as hell!"

"Why? Why is it wrong? You like me, I like you, what's the fucking
problem?"

Tyler turned towards Frankie so fast, the latter boy thought he was about
to attack him, but all that Tyler did was twirl Frankie around so that both
of them were facing the mirror inside the bedroom. Together, confusion and
fear respectively rained across their faces, as well as on their
reflections, before Tyler cleared his throat and shook his head.

"Do you see us? Do you understand now? How the hell are we gonna handle
THAT? You're a twelve-year-old kid, I'm a grown man, this ain't right,
Frankie! It's wrong! Do you realise that I can be arrested if anyone knew
we kissed this afternoon? Do you?"

Frankie grimaced, his face etched in sadness, before he once more, took
hold of Tyler's hand.

"Even though we really like each other? We don't have to tell anyone; we
can just keep it secret..."

Tyler groaned and quickly paced himself around the room, before he crash
landed next to Frankie on the bed.

"Your dad is my best friend! Dude...we go way back, even before you were
born! Frankie, I'm an adult. Okay? Even if I'm not one in here..." he said
tearfully, pointing towards his heart.

"...but I am one in here..." he continued, now pointing towards his face...

"...and kids and adults don't do stuff like this, not together. It's sick!
Okay?"

Frankie's eyes were diverted from Tyler's desperate expression, to all over
his room, and finally, it landed on his favourite place...his shoes. Where
his eyes always seemed to go when ever he was angry, sad or scared.

"You're saying I'm sick for liking older guys...?"

That question nearly broke Tyler's heart, so much so that he reached over
and took Frankie in his arms...just the way and manner in which Frankie had
said those words...it was so sad and terrifying at the same time. He felt
Frankie's arms go around him and they both once more held each other
tightly as they possibly could.

"There's a reason you need to stay away from me, dude..."

"Yeah? And why's that?"

"I can't, I can't tell you!"

"Why not? Are you going back into a coma?"

"Don't even fucking joke about that!"

"So why not? TELL ME!"

"Because I'm in love with you, damn it!"

Frankie stiffened, before he withdrew from the hug, and looked Tyler
straight in the eyes.

"Say it again. Say it again..." he seemed to plead; his eyes full of unshed
tears.

Tyler swallowed slowly, and slowly...nervous as hell, but determined to
take the chance...reached up and slowly, softly as if he was careful not to
hurt the boy with his big ass adult fingers, he caressed the side of
Frankie's handsome face.

"I love you, Frankie...dunno why...but I love you."

Frankie croaked out a sound which was coming from deep inside his throat,
before he launched himself at Tyler, kissing the older man with everything
he had left inside him.

Tyler didn't know what it hit him, and his brain once more told him that
this was wrong, so bloody wrong, on so many levels, but in the end, his
cock and his heart defeated his brain, and he kissed Frankie back with
everything he had inside him.

Frankie's hands were everywhere that he could possibly touch, his hair, his
face, his muscled chest, his abs...caressing his shoulders and back like
only an inexperienced twelve-year-old boy could.

Tyler felt like he was being pushed backwards until Frankie was completely
and utterly on top of him. With a huge ass smile, he pulled the boy towards
him and kissed him ever harder than before. Both boys felt their dicks,
hard as steel stretching their trousers, and Tyler yelped when Frankie
started to grind his own twelve-year-old fuck stick against his very own.

Frankie suddenly leaned down, and with a mysterious glimmer in his pre-teen
eyes, he took hold of the bottom of the shirt that Tyler was wearing, and
ripped it from his body in one swift movement. The older man gasped, with
the laugh and the giggle of what he really was...and gasped for an ounce of
breath the moment that Frankie's lips touched his upper chest. Either
Frankie had been doing this with Brandon or he had watched a LOT of porn,
because those kiddie boy lips was doing their magic on Tyler like you
wouldn't believe.

Further and further down, dragging his lips and tongue over and over every
inch of ridges of abs that Tyler now had, after months of gymming and
getting in shape after the coma. Frankie looked upwards at Tyler and
winked, before he kissed and licked the skin even lower than before,
eventually coming face to fucking face with Tyler's groin area.

Now Tyler, had NEVER, EVER had sex...he never even came close to jerking
off, not even before he was so viciously kicked into a coma twenty years
ago. If Frankie was somewhat inexperienced, then Tyler was a freaking
novice...and Frankie wanted to change that particular fact of life, more
than anything else in this world.

"Lay back...just enjoy this, okay?" Frankie softly whispered, before he
placed his fingers into the hems of Tyler's trousers, eliciting a lonesome
whimper from the latter boy.

Carefully, slowly, knowing this was Tyler's first ever time, careful as not
to hurt or scare him off, Frankie took, great care into removing just
enough of Tyler's trousers to have that thick, seven-and-a-half-inch cock
smack hard against the seams, only to finally come to rest, hard as nails,
against his ripped, flat stomach.

Frankie's lips were drooling...he of course had sucked Brandon off in the
past, but his cock looked nothing like Tyler's adult pride and joy...that
cock was ready to fucking burst, it seemed, if he as much as touched it. He
leaned down, with a whimpering Tyler above him, and took the dick inside
his hands.

Immediately he felt Tyler freeze, but that didn't deter him. That cock was
so hard it could literally drill through a watermelon...slowly, curious as
hell, Frankie started to jack Tyler off as best he could, he only had
skills with his own dick as well as Brandon, and neither sure as hell, came
close to what Tyler was packing.

Tyler closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the sheer, new, raw, potent sexual
feelings that was now busy RIPPING themselves through his
thirty-two-year-old body, but he was so close to actually cumming, he
couldn't get a word in. Over and over, his dick was manipulated for the
very first time, the cockhead appearing and disappearing beneath that thick
foreskin he possessed every time that Frankie never gave in an inch.

Before too long, unfortunately, Tyler yelped out, his hand over his mouth
as his cock started to lose an already losing battle, with globs and GLOBS
of sperm blasting out of his grown-up cock.

Frankie watched as if in awe, as the dick spurting its tasty ball juice
across his entire bedspread, duvet, as well as all over Tyler's ripped
stomach muscles. It seemed or everyone as if Tyler's cock would never stop
cumming, the amount of sperm fucking everywhere, even coolly running down
his no-longer heavy balls.

Tyler didn't know what had hit him...he never had an orgasm in his life,
apart from that wet dream!

Both of Frankie's hands and ALL his fingers were literally coated with the
white, stickly substance, his eyes giggling and his mouth open with joking
shock...he had never been this happy, not once, as far as he could
remember, giving Tyler this precious gift, he just had.

And then...everything changed in a second...

Tyler closed his eyes in complete and utter sexual glee and glided his
fingers over his wet stomach before saying...

"Jesus...that was great...you're awesome...I love you, Kyle...I love
you..."

It took a while for Tyler to realise what he had just said.

By that time, it was way too late to even try and take back.

The stunned, hurtful look on Frankie's face said it all.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he hissed, his eyes red with fire, disgust spread all over
his handsome features.



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Oh shit, what now? Frankie now knows that Tyler had the hots for his dad!
Will he tell Kyle and ruin everything for Tyler??

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