Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2020 01:18:42 +0000 From: Big D Subject: Evan: Tyler 26 ****************** DISCLAIMER: This story will include scenes involving sex between young men and adult language. If you do not like or are offended by such things or are under age wherever you are reading this then please leave now. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or deceased, and any resemblance as such is purely coincidental. Characters in this story may partake in bareback sex, please remember that this is fiction and in the real world precautions should be taken to ensure everyone's safety. Please use protection. If you want to contact the author with any comments please do so at: storiesbybigd@hotmail.co.uk You can also show your appreciation by making a donation to the Nifty archive. Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ************************************* Tyler – Part 26 Sweat dripped down Tyler's shirtless body as he ran through the streets, pounding the pavement hard, looking to set a new record time. He had barely stopped moving since his encounter with Michael. The effects of the adrenaline still surged through his body. As soon as he had walked through his front door, closing it behind him, he felt the need to be outside again, to see the clear sky and feel the heat of the sun on his skin, to be free. After standing up to Michael he felt like he could take on the world, that there was nothing he couldn't do or achieve. He changed into his running gear, grabbed a bottle of water and ran out of the door. The air that filled his lungs seemed fresher, lighter, lifting his body, allowing him to travel faster than he had before. He was running so fast he had almost collided with two women and had to jump over a dog that had appeared out of nowhere. More than halfway into his run he had to stop to wipe his brow with the shirt that was tucked into the back of his shorts since the sweat was dripping into his eyes, making them sting. He then pulled the bottle of water from his pocket, popped open the cap and drained almost half of it in one go, enjoying the sensation of the cold liquid as it travelled through his hot body. He was just about to set off again when the sound of a motor starting up across the street cut through the otherwise silent neighborhood, drawing his attention to where the sudden noise was coming from. When he saw that it was just a lawn mower he simply shrugged and pushed his shirt back into his shorts, ready to take off running again. It was only when he took a closer look and realized who was behind the machine, pushing it across the grass, that he stopped, his eyes wide, his jaw hanging open. It was Damien. But this wasn't the Damien who had been at football practice all week, wearing his pads and jersey, covering most of his body, the Damien who was quiet and reserved and kept to himself until it was time to actually play when he would come to life and was almost unmatched on the field. This was a Damien who was relaxed, a pair of headphones covering his ears, playing some music that he slowly rocked his head back and forth to as he pushed the mower across the lawn. It was a Damien whose body was loose instead of tight and on edge, who had no inhibitions, who didn't have to worry about making idle chat with guys he had nothing in common with other than the desire to play football. Tyler couldn't believe the sight before him. He had been training with Damien all week, throwing balls to him countless times every day, running through plays with him, doing various other drills, and yet it was like he was seeing him for the first time. Instead of having his almost black hair crushed by a helmet or plastered to his forehead with sweat it was clean and combed, pushed up away from his face, exposing his green eyes, pink lips and cute button nose. The pads and jersey were gone, replaced by a black tank top that clung to his upper body like a second skin, contrasting with the lightly tanned tone of his chest, making the muscles look even bigger. Tyler hadn't realized how built Damien was. Damien's huge biceps flexed with every movement, a throbbing vein visible down each one. His chest was big and round, rising with every breath, stretching the straps on his tank top almost to breaking point, neither strap able to fully cover his large nipples. A patch of dark hair peeked out, lining the valley between the two pecs, adding further definition. The mounds of his abs could be seen through the fabric that clung to them, each one hard and tight, leading their way down to his thin waist. Damn he looked hot. Tyler stood watching his teammate, wondering why he hadn't seen it before. Even when he had seen him naked in the motel room with Cody, fucking the receptionist girl, his back and ass clenching and flexing with every thrust that he made into her, Tyler hadn't really been focused on Damien or found him all that attractive. It was totally different now. Still thinking back on that night at the motel, Tyler watched as Damien turned around with the mower, giving him a clearer view of that back. His eyes started at Damien's broad shoulders, marvelling at the way his muscles formed the perfect V that so many longed for. His eyes continued moving down until they reached Damien's ass. Damn... It was even bigger than he remembered, the shorts clinging to each cheek, disappearing slightly into the crack between them. "Fuck that's a hot ass," Tyler thought as he stared at it, wondering what it would look like now thrusting into someone, wishing he could see it. That thought made him think of the text Cody had sent him the morning after they had almost hooked up, about how Tyler wasn't the only guy in town who wanted to fuck him. Had he meant Damien? Had he been the one who fucked Cody's ass? Holy shit what an image that was... Cody on his hands and knees on the bed, Damien pressing in close behind him, his big chest against Cody's back as he thrust into him, that ass clenching and relaxing with every thrust... Tyler heard himself moan and looked up to make sure Damien hadn't heard him. He hadn't; completely oblivious to his teammate watching him as he continued to listen to his music and mow the lawn. Tyler wondered if that had happened. He had never asked Cody for the details but he really wished he had. He knew Cody had fooled around with Damien, how Cody had at the very least had his face buried in Damien's beautiful ass, eating the hole between those incredible cheeks, saying it was the tastiest he had ever eaten. How Tyler wished he could get at least a taste too. Feeling bold after his encounter with Michael, he took a step forward, biting his lip as he stared at Damien's ass. If Cody got to sample it maybe he could get the whole meal. He was halfway across the street when Damien reached down to turn the mower off. He pulled his headphones from over his ears, lowering them until they were around his neck. Tyler froze. He couldn't. It was stupid. Damien was off limits. He was a football player, a teammate. Fucking one had caused him enough trouble already. He couldn't risk going after another, especially when he had no idea how Damien would react or what he would do. Thinking twice, he quickly turned on his heels before Damien had a chance to see him and ran back the way he had come, towards to his house. He was surprised to see Joe's car on his driveway as he ran down his street. When he reached the path he saw that the car was empty and Joe was nowhere to be seen. He must have already gone inside. Tyler slowly walked up to the front door and used his key to open it. As he stepped inside and closed the door behind him he saw Joe sitting on the stairs, looking at him, waiting for him. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Tyler asked. "I thought you were busy tonight." "I managed to get away for a bit," Joe said. "Can we go upstairs? I've only got like forty minutes before I have to be back." Tyler just stared at him. After what he had seen with Damien he thought he would want to drag Joe upstairs to fuck his brains out, but the confrontation with Michael still lingered in his mind and there was just enough fight left in him to utter the words he never thought he would have the strength to say to Joe. "No." "What?" Joe gasped. "I said no," Tyler stated. Joe looked shocked, not quite able to believe what he had just heard. He pushed himself up from the step he was sitting on and moved toward Tyler but Tyler put his hand up to stop him. The two stood still, staring at each other for a few seconds that seemed a lot longer in the silence of the hallway. "No?" Joe asked. When Tyler nodded he continued, "Why not?" "Because if we go upstairs I'll give you what you want," Tyler said. "But I won't get what I want." "What are you talking about?" Joe questioned. "You get to fuck my ass. You get to cum inside me. What more do you want?" "I want you to stay the night," Tyler declared. "What?" Joe gulped. "Stay the night," Tyler repeated. "I can't do that," Joe squeaked. "Why?" Tyler asked. "Because I have to be at home," Joe replied. "Bullshit," Tyler called. "It's Friday night. Neither of your parents work tonight. They're looking after your brothers. Why can't you stay here?" Joe was silent. "Come on," Tyler pleaded. "Tell me why. You've stayed here so many times before so I know your folks won't have a problem with it. Why don't you want to stay?" "You know why!" Joe exclaimed. "This again?" Tyler guffawed. "Because we got caught? That's just an excuse. We're in my house, Joe, not the fucking locker room. We're alone. My parents aren't back `til Sunday. There's no one to catch us. We can do whatever we want. We could fuck right here right now in the hall and no one would see us. We could spend all night and all day tomorrow fucking each other's brains out in every room in this house and no one would ever know." Joe's eyes were wide as if someone had just pulled a gun on him. "Ty..." he whispered. "What Joe?" Tyler demanded. "I thought you were okay with it," Joe said quietly. "With what?" Tyler asked. "With what we agreed," Joe said. "I didn't agree to be your whore," Tyler replied. "That's what I feel like sometimes, you know? All you come to me for is a fuck. You drop by, ride my dick and leave. The only difference between me and some rent boy you could hire online is that you're not paying me." Joe looked away, glancing down at the floor and then around the room. Finally he took a deep breath and looked up into Tyler's eyes. "You know I don't think of you like that," Joe said. "You're more than just a way to get off." "Then treat me like it," Tyler pleaded. "I don't want to be boyfriends. I don't want to date or any of that other shit you have to do with a girl to get into her panties. But if we're still gonna do this, if we're gonna go upstairs and get naked and spend the next half hour with each other then I want to do more than just shove it in and go. I want to kiss you. I want to run my hands all over your fucking incredible body. I want to suck your big dick and have you suck mine. I want to eat your ass before I fuck it. We had a great thing going before. Why can't we go back to that?" "Because we can't," Joe stated, seriously. "We got carried away and fucked up big time. I can't let myself go back to that place, Ty. I can't." "Joe, it's okay..." Tyler began. "No, it's not okay!" Joe interrupted. "You don't get it. You've always got everything you've wanted. From your parents. In school and sports. With me. Do you think I wanted to get fucked? I'd never even thought about it until that night you came onto me. You pushed and pushed until I gave in and let you fuck me. You wanted it and you got it. You've had it every time since when you've been buried balls deep inside me filling me with your cum. So don't tell me you don't get what you want out of it, even if we don't kiss or blow or whatever else anymore." Tyler was stunned by Joe's words, not expecting such a fierce comeback. He nodded slowly. "Okay, I do get something out of it." "You get more than just something," Joe said. "You got a piece of me when you fucked me that night. It's like you took a part of me with you and I don't feel whole again until your cock is inside me. And now you're bitching `cause I won't stay the night with you... Do you want your mom to walk in on us naked in bed together, cuddled up, probably covered in cum?" "No," Tyler shook his head. "You want us to get carried away again? Get caught by someone who will spread it to everyone that we're gay, even if we're not?" Joe asked. "No," Tyler said again. "But how does kissing make a difference?" "Because it does!" Joe exclaimed. "How?" Tyler demanded. "Because when you fuck me I don't feel like your bitch or a girl. I feel good. I feel like a man. There's a weird sense of pride in a guy like you wanting me, of being able to take a pounding from a fucking muscular stud, knowing you're getting off by being inside me. I might be on my back with my legs in the air but it's MY choice, I'M letting you fuck me. When we're naked and hot and sweaty and you're drilling me deep with your dick it drives me absolutely fucking crazy. But kissing you doesn't make me feel like that, being your little spoon even though I'm taller than you doesn't make me feel like that, it makes me feel submissive, it makes me feel like something I don't want to be and I start to feel that tightening in my chest. It makes me want to run." "I guess we don't have to kiss," Tyler said. "It's not just the kissing, Ty. It might start with a kiss but it won't end there," Joe said. "I can't risk where it might take us. You don't get it. Your mom and dad are loaded. Even if you don't get a football scholarship they can pay to get you into any college you want to go to so you can be a scientist or a doctor or whatever the fuck you want to be. My parents can't do that. It's not an option for me. My only way out, to get a degree, to get a career, to give my parents the life they deserve rather than just the one they can afford, is to play football, to get that scholarship and be the man everyone thinks I should be. I can't do that lying in bed with you." Tyler remained silent for a moment and then spoke softly, "Okay. I see where we are... Go home." "What?" Joe asked. "Go home," Tyler said again. "I'm not going to fuck you." "Because I won't kiss you?" Joe asked. "Because it's not what you really want," Tyler replied. "In this life you see for yourself, some big NFL star, am I there as anything but your friend?" "No," Joe admitted quietly. "I didn't think so," Tyler sighed. "So we should stop. We're going to have to at some point. It might as well be now." "You really want me to leave?" Joe asked. "No," Tyler replied. "I want you to come upstairs with me. I want to lay you on my bed and lick every inch of your body. I want to suck your cock, eat your ass and fuck you all night until neither one of us has any cum left in our balls. If you want that then come upstairs with me. If you don't, you know where the door is. We'll speak on Monday." Tyler stepped around Joe and began to climb the stairs. He expected to hear footsteps behind him, following him, but as he reached the top the only sound he heard was that of the front door closing as Joe walked away. * Tyler walked towards his first class feeling more confident than ever. He had only had to step out of his car and almost all eyes had turned on him, like he was some kind of celebrity, in large part because of the noise some of the remaining first string cheerleaders made as they flocked around him, vying for his attention. Their enthusiasm drew the eyes of the new freshmen, many of who looked at him with awe, like a deity they should worship walking amongst them in human form. And his teammates welcomed him like a returning hero, patting him on the back and surrounding him like his own personal secret service detail. Even now when he was alone, all of his teammates having broken off to go to their own classes, Tyler felt like nothing could touch him or harm him. Many of the smaller kids stepped aside in the hall as he walked down it, pressing themselves against the wall to make space for him so he could walk without interruption or obstacle. He wondered if he had the power to part the sea like he could a crowd. He was almost at the door to his classroom when he walked past the entrance to an adjacent hallway and stopped in his tracks. The bubble he was riding on popped and he crashed back down to the ground. He took a moment to think, telling himself that his eyes had deceived him and it was just a flash of light in his peripheral vision, but his body wouldn't allow him to keep walking forward, instead it took three steps backwards and his head turned. No. It wasn't his imagination. It was really there. Jake. Larger than life. In all his glory; His tight singlet wrapped around his muscles, showing the nipples on his huge pecs, his washboard abs and his bulge that looked so much bigger now. The photo from the front of the leaflet had been blown up into a huge poster that adorned the wall at the entrance to the athletics department. Tyler couldn't believe it. He felt like he had been kicked in the stomach again, the wind driven out of him. He wanted to charge down the hall and rip the poster off the wall, to tear it up into little pieces and ram it down the throat of anyone who thought Jake was better than him. It had been one thing to know that Jake had been put on the cover of the pamphlet, that he would be the first thing prospective students and their parents would see, that they would associate sports at the school with him, but to have it covering nearly an entire wall, making Jake the literal poster boy for the athletics department, that every student would see it any time they walked down that corridor, that Tyler himself would have to see Jake's smiling face whenever he headed to gym or to practice was too much for him to handle. He felt a rage building up inside him and he suddenly had the urge to lash out at the whole school, feeling that maybe their eyes weren't on him in admiration but because they were all laughing at him for being second best. He turned around sharply, needing to take his eyes off the image of Jake, when a young freshman bumped into him, colliding with his side. With the anger and frustration still surging through him, he shoved the kid backwards, sending him crashing into the opposite wall. The kid cried out and slumped to the floor but Tyler just glared at him. In that moment that boy was the embodiment of everyone he thought was laughing at him and it actually felt good, just like it had when he had left Michael laying in the parking lot. It was a rush. A smile spread across his face and he let out a contented sigh, the anger beginning to dissipate as he turned and walked the final few feet to class. * When the bell rang to signal the end of that first class Tyler stood up, feeling proud. He had understood everything the teacher had said and answered every question put to him correctly. He had elected to take the AP class that was offered instead of just the regular one, not satisfied to simply be the captain of the football team he wanted to be on the honor roll too. Even so, having that goal was easier than actually achieving it and he had questioned his decision, knowing he could probably ace the easier class. After this session, however, he knew he had made the right choice. With his bag thrown over his shoulder he headed out into the hall only to stop abruptly when he saw the little freshman he had pushed earlier coming out of the opposite classroom. The kid had stopped too, frozen in place, a terrified look in his eyes, his bottom lip quivering slightly as he looked up at Tyler, wincing like he expected to be shoved again. Tyler felt bad. He hadn't meant to push the kid, especially not so hard, it had just been his reflex reaction and he was more powerful than even he realized. He could imagine that boy, so full of energy and excitement that morning, heading home and burying his face in his pillow, not wanting the next day to come if it was going to be more of the same. He put his hand up, trying to show some remorse and to offer an apology, but the boy just saw the big hand rising up toward him, gasped, and ducked down, sprinting down the hall away from him, the straps of his backpack held tightly in both hands as he ran. Tyler cursed himself, resigned to the fact that the kid would probably always fear him, may even tell his freshman buddies about the big bully quarterback, but there was little he could do. He couldn't be seen as weak so he couldn't search the boy out, he would just have to let it go, knowing any such fear was likely to enhance his reputation rather than hurt it. He shrugged and turned to walk in the opposite direction. His second class was back the way he came, but he didn't want to walk past that hallway again. As good as he felt he didn't want to see Jake's face or his big smile grinning down on him again. It would only cause the anger to return. Instead he took the long way around, doing a loop that took him almost two-thirds of the way around the school building. Half way to his destination he spotted Gabe coming towards him. His first instinct was to put up a hand and smile in greeting but then his heart began to beat a little bit faster in his chest. Even though he had gained his revenge on Michael and had thought that he had put the whole ordeal behind him, seeing Gabe, with his resemblance to his older brother, still shook him up a little. What if the scene in the parking lot wasn't the end? Michael could have hit back by telling Gabe everything. Trying to push his fears down inside him, Tyler smiled, "Hey, how's it going?" Gabe smiled back, "Good, thanks." Tyler studied the younger guy for a second, trying to figure out if he knew anything by the way he looked at him, but either Gabe knew nothing or he had an amazing poker face. "Are you keeping to that workout schedule I gave you?" Tyler asked. "Yeah," Gabe nodded. "I think I can already see improvements and it's only been a couple of days." "That's awesome, keep it up and you'll be challenging me in no time," Tyler winked. Gabe laughed, "I don't think so." "Hey, never stop believing in yourself. The only way you can ever be the best is to think that you are and to work to prove it to everyone else," Tyler said. Gabe nodded again, "Yeah." "And don't slack off in class," Tyler said. "Grades are as important as plays and drills. Without a good GPA you'll be stuck here for the rest of your life like Brandon might be." Gabe chuckled and then waved goodbye, continuing on down the hall as Tyler walked the rest of the way to his next class. * At lunchtime, Tyler made his way to the cafeteria; willing to eat whatever he could get his hands on. He had forgotten how much energy it took to maintain focus in school and to take everything in. He needed food. Fast. When he pushed the doors to the cafeteria open he saw a long line of people waiting for food and let out a disappointed sigh. He was about to join the back of the line when Brandon appeared behind him and placed his hand between Tyler's shoulder blades, pushing him forward. "Football players don't wait in line, especially not the captain," Brandon said as he urged Tyler forward. To his surprise once they saw who it was they started to step aside. "Important people coming through kids, get your asses out of the way." Tyler almost protested, but seeing the kids actually move, giving him a clear path to the front of the line, made him think twice and he remained silent. He loved feeling important, taking advantage of the situation by walking through the gap, one or two of the students grumbling under their breath, yet not a single one was willing to step up to challenge him about it. With food piled high on his tray, he started to walk toward the table that had been his for the previous two years until Brandon once again put a hand on his shoulder and steered him toward a different table, a bigger table, the one typically reserved for senior athletes. "You've got to get used to this now, bro," Brandon said as they sat down. "You're not a small fry anymore." Tyler nodded and but turned his attention to the food on his plate as Brandon started a conversation with someone else already seated at the table, ignoring him completely. Tyler felt like he was being snubbed. He had been invited to the big table but then wasn't allowed to speak. He glanced around to see that some people were still looking at him. But were they looking at him in awe or with pity? The big quarterback, the captain, was essentially eating his lunch alone. It wasn't until Kyle, Toby and Luke came in and he waved them over that he actually had someone to talk to. Joe was nowhere to be seen. A few minutes later, when his plate was almost empty, Tyler heard some kind of commotion and the cheerleaders were almost squealing in excitement. He looked up to see what was happening. His chest and stomach immediately tightened when his eyes landed on Jake as he walked into the room; a fitted white polo shirt hugging every one of his muscles, all of the buttons undone, showing off a hint of the chest that had been pressed against his own oh so briefly in the gym only a few days ago. Fuck he looked good. Tyler hated that his first thought was about how hot Jake looked. He was pissed and angry at him for upstaging him at every turn, for having his picture literally plastered on the school walls, and for turning so many heads in the cafeteria; people were actually staring at him with looks of admiration and lust. Jake was their King. But Tyler wanted that crown. He wanted all eyes to be on him, to have his picture on the walls. And he wanted Jake beneath him, collapsed on a bed, a sweaty mess, having been conquered completely by his cock. He would know who the better man was then. He was so focused on Jake that he was almost completely oblivious to everything else that was going on around him. He could hear laughter coming from some of the other football players at the table but he had no idea what was so funny. He could sense that Luke was talking beside him, his hands moving around wildly as he relayed a story to his friends, to him, but he wasn't listening, not a single word made it to his ears coherently. It was only when his vision began to blur, having glared at Jake while barely blinking, that Tyler looked away, letting his eyes fall over the rest of the cafeteria, everyone having gone back to what they were doing before Jake had entered. That is, except for one. When Tyler's eyes fell upon Evan, standing beside his best friend, looking up at his face, listening closely to every word that came out of his mouth, Tyler froze. Holy shit! What he saw was not the same little Evan he had seen fawning over Jake during their junior year. He was probably three inches taller, maybe fifteen pounds heavier, wider, with more meat on his frame, the clear line of a decent set of pecs showing beneath his yellow t-shirt. The summer had been very kind to him. Tyler looked away when they got their food and sat down at a table to eat. He was able to tune back into the conversation that his friends were having only to realize that he really hadn't missed anything worth hearing. Every minute or so he glanced up to see Jake and Evan chatting and smiling to each other, joking and fooling around. He hated to admit it, almost as much as he hated to acknowledge his attraction, but he was jealous of them. With everything that he had or could claim, no one looked at him the way that Evan looked at Jake. That was a real blow. Evan barely even seemed to notice him, had probably not looked at him twice, and yet there he was with his eyes latched on to Jake's face, willing to follow him anywhere without question. What power did Jake have over him that Tyler didn't? No one looked at him that way, not even Joe. Why did he not elicit that kind of feeling in someone like Jake did? Was he not nice enough? Not good enough? He focused in on Evan, watching him closely. There was no question that there was lust in his eyes, but there was something more, something deeper; love? Others might not see it, or care, but Tyler knew the signs. He could spot it. It bothered him. Jake said something that made Evan laugh, his smile filling his face as his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. Man, he was cute. Tyler bit his lip and clenched his fist when that thought went through his head. He couldn't like Evan too. That was a step too far. He tried to shake the thought off, to forget about it, but it lingered with him. He kept glancing over, watching the expressions that danced across Evan's face, taking in the way his improved body moved beneath his clothes. Suddenly, without even thinking, he banged his hand down on the table, hard, drawing the attention of many around him, but Evan didn't even blink. He just kept talking to Jake. Tyler gritted his teeth and scowled at the pair. He knew it was petty and small but it didn't matter, he wanted Evan to look at him, to gaze at him the same way he looked at Jake. He needed it for his ego if for nothing else. He just wasn't sure how he could make that happen. * After a brief workout, an attempt to burn off some of his frustration as well as some of the calories he had consumed during lunch, Tyler headed to his next class. He was halfway down the hall when he spotted Joe at the far end, leaning against a wall, talking to someone. He squinted his eyes slightly until they focused, allowing him to see the girl clearly. It was Emily. Tyler watched them interact, smiling at each other, holding eye contact, sharing the slightest touch of a hand on an arm. He knew that they had already slept together, had listened to Joe tell him how good it was, but he didn't know it was still going on, that they were spending time together outside of the bedroom. He looked on with a strange mix of emotions swirling around inside his brain. On the one hand he was happy, seeing his best friend smile like that, seeing how content and casual he was speaking with Emily, knowing that if girls were Joe's future he would do just fine with them and would find one to give him everything he wanted; well, almost... But he also felt the increasingly familiar pangs of jealousy and envy, only those feelings weren't directed at Joe, they were caused by Emily. He wanted to be where she was; to have Joe look down at him the way he was looking at her, to be the reason for that bright smile, to feel his touch against his forearm in a hallway full of people, no one caring or judging, just accepting it and walking on. Fuck... To stop himself from dwelling on what he knew would never happen, he continued on until he found his classroom and sat down in one of the empty chairs in the third row, the perfect place to watch and observe. He had just pulled his things from his bag and was arranging them on his desk when Mr Brown walked in. He felt his cock jump in his pants, even though it remained in its flaccid state. Holy fuck he looked hot. Tyler berated himself for once again thinking with his cock instead of his mind, but he couldn't help it. He was a horny teenager and the man in front of him was a total stud. Mr Brown was wearing a white shirt that was clung to his muscular torso. The sleeves were tight around his biceps and the material was stretched out as it struggled to contain his back and shoulders. His big pecs created two large mounds and his neck was so thick he couldn't fasten the buttons at the top, failing to cover the gap in the fabric with a thin red tie. The shirt disappeared beneath the waistband of his navy chinos, the black belt simply an accessory because he didn't need it to hold the pants up; they clung to his thick thighs and hugged his big muscular bubble butt so perfectly it was like they had been moulded specially for his ass. Tyler watched the older man as he moved around the room, getting ready for the class to begin. The view of that ass from the side might have been even better than it was from behind; sticking out from the curve of his back to such a degree it was almost obscene. Unconsciously Tyler licked his lips, his eyes staring at that butt, wishing he could touch it, caress it, hold it in his hands while he fucked it. And that was the hottest part of all. It wasn't just a dream or wishful thinking. That big ass did get fucked. He knew that. Mr Brown willingly took cock and let his ass get ravaged by other men. Tyler wanted to be one of them. He watched Mr Brown turn and begin to write something on the board but he wasn't paying attention to the coloured letters that appeared against the white background, instead he was thinking about pressing the teacher up against it, his chest against the man's back, their pants around their ankles as he fucked that incredible ass against the very board he was taught on. He was in danger of getting lost in his thoughts, of having to reach down into his bag and pull something out to cover the bulge that was rapidly growing in his pants, when he glanced over at the doorway and quickly sucked in a breath as Evan walked through it. What the fuck was he doing there? Was he lost? Or was it possible that he had been in the class last year and Tyler just hadn't noticed him? He watched as Evan walked into the room and took a seat at the end of the second row. He was waiting him to look up, to glance in his direction, for his face, his eyes, to show some form of recognition, but it never came. Evan didn't look up, didn't pay any attention to the fact that Tyler was there, staring at him, he just sat down and began to take his books out of his bag. It was infuriating. Okay, so he maybe hadn't noticed Evan before, but he had been just another kid, blending into the crowds that ran around in the halls and occupied the many desks in every classroom. But Tyler was different. He was special. He was someone Evan should notice, should look at. So why didn't he? He stared at the side of Evan's face, watching him, waiting for him to turn around, but his head stayed facing forwards, eyes on the board and the words Mr Brown was writing there. Mr Brown turned and smiled, greeting the class and welcoming them all back before briefly explaining what they would be studying during the course of the semester. Tyler listened to what the man said, drawn in by his deep voice and the charismatic way he spoke, momentarily forgetting the boy across the room whose attention he so desperately wanted to attract. With every word, Mr Brown inched closer to the classroom door, moving his eyes around to look at the face of every student in his class, wanting them to form a connection with him. He lingered on Tyler slightly longer than most of the others, something silent passing between them, and then he placed his hand on the door, ready to close it. "Woah!" A voice said as a big arm filled the small space between the door and its frame, keeping it open. "Sorry I'm late, Sir. I got held up with Coach." Mr Brown eased the door back open, just enough to let Damien slip through the gap, before he closed it, making sure it clicked. Damien handed Mr Brown a piece of paper, but the teacher didn't even read it, his eyes simply following Damien as he hurried across the room, taking the only chair left, right in front of Mr Brown's desk. After a moment, Mr Brown shook his head and continued with what was clearly a pre-planned speech. Tyler listened and made notes, marking down everything he thought he would need to remember, even though no one around him seemed to be doing the same, it being the first class and all. But his eyes wandered, from the teacher, to his teammate, to Evan and back again, his pen never leaving the paper. What he saw made his teeth clench, his fists and toes curl, and his back stiffen. Evan didn't turn his head to look at Tyler even once, nor were his eyes focused on Mr Brown. He was looking at Damien. Or rather he was staring, the unmistakable fire of lust burning in his eyes. When Damien reached up to scratch an itch on the back of his head and his bicep bulged out of the sleeve of his t-shirt, Evan bit his bottom lip. When he answered a question put to him by Mr Brown correctly and smiled, Evan grinned a little too. When he put his hand up to get the teacher's attention and his shirt lifted up, exposing the first three inches of his stomach, including two abs and the dark hair of his treasure trail, Evan's body shuddered and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No way..." Tyler said to himself. He didn't need to study biology to know what that meant. Evan was hard. Just from looking at Damien... DAMN! What the fuck? Okay, so Damien was hot. The image of him mowing his lawn would remain with Tyler for a long time. But was he really hotter than Tyler was? Evan clearly seemed to think so. Tyler felt his inferiority complex rise to the surface again. He wanted to be seen as the best in everyone's eyes, and that meant he wanted people to think he was the hottest too. That Evan was so enamoured with Jake and that the simple sight of Damien had his cock leaking in his pants while he didn't even seem to know that Tyler existed was driving the football player insane. He needed to do something. He wouldn't go unnoticed. * "Oh God yes Joe!" Emily screamed as she clawed at Joe's back, his big eight inch cock sawing in and out of her, driving in deep, making her eyes roll up into her head. She could barely breathe. "Yeah, you love my big dick, don't you?" Joe growled as he shoved it in as far as it would go. The two were hot and sweaty, clinging to each other as they went at it hard, each one rapidly approaching their orgasm. Emily loved the way that Joe felt on top of her, his muscles big and firm, his back hard and strong. She wrapped her legs around his slim waist and ran her hands down his wet back until she grabbed onto his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper inside her, causing her to scream. Joe's cock got even harder if that was possible as he raced towards his climax and then Emily moved her hand, her finger slipping into the crack of his ass. Joe's eyes went wide and his breath caught in his throat, his ability to speak was stripped away as he felt the finger brush his hole several times and then begin to push its way inside. He screamed out and exploded into the condom wrapped around his spasming cock as Emily too went crashing over the edge. They collapsed against each other, panting heavily until Joe rolled over and lay on the bed beside her, his eyes slowly closing. It was a few minutes later when he heard a gentle clicking sound but he was too tired to move, comforted by the warm body that still lay next to him. * Tyler walked into the kitchen from the garage gym where he had been working out for the past hour. He was covered in sweat and had to peel his t-shirt from his body, tossing it onto the floor near the laundry room. He went straight to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, drinking the whole thing as the sweat continued to drip from his body. He tossed the empty bottle in the recycling box and picked up a nearby towel, using it to wipe his face. The towel was still over his eyes when he heard the front door open and close. He stiffened, knowing that his parents should still be in town, spending another day of their week off together before they went out as a family later that evening. He was pretty sure he locked the door but what if he hadn't? Balling his hand up into a fist, he eased his way toward the kitchen door, wanting to be ready if it was someone who had broken in to raid the house. He reared back, ready to throw the punch, when Joe stepped into the doorway. "Fuck!" Tyler shouted. Joe was startled and took a step back. "Jesus, bro, give a guy some fucking warning when you come into his house." Joe couldn't hide the smile from his face, having made Tyler jump. "Sorry, Ty. You gave me a key. I used it to save you having to answer the door." Tyler was breathing heavily, his heart beating rapidly. "I wasn't expecting you, that's all. You know my mom and dad are home today, right?" Joe quickly looked around. "They're not here right now," Tyler said, seeing Joe's reaction, "But they won't be long. We're going out to dinner." Joe nodded. "I'm not here to fuck." Tyler looked him in the eyes. "Then what are you here for?" Joe looked away. He took a deep breath and then turned back to meet Tyler's eye. "To apologize." "What for?" Tyler asked. "You were right," Joe admitted. "I did treat you like a whore. I'm sorry." Tyler studied him for a moment and then said, "What happened?" "What do you mean?" Joe replied. "I'm guessing that wasn't some random revelation you had while wiping your brother's snot off the arm of the couch?" Tyler said. Joe smiled. "No." "Then?" Tyler encouraged. "I fucked Emily," Joe said. "I know," Tyler replied. "You told me." "No," Joe said, "Since then. A few times." "Okay..." Tyler said, waiting for Joe to get to the point. "I fucked her after school today," Joe said. Tyler felt his insides tighten up with jealousy but he held it all inside as he let his best friend continue. "It was so good. But then afterwards when I was lying there in bed she was clicking away on my laptop checking her emails or something like she hadn't even had an orgasm and then after I got up to pee she made some excuse about having to leave and pretty much ran out of the door." "So she just wanted you for your big dick?" Tyler asked, smirking a little. "No need to be so fucking smug, dude," Joe said. "Yeah, she wanted me for my dick. And I know I wasn't exactly looking for anything serious but it made me feel a bit used and I found myself thinking of you." "What were you thinking exactly?" Tyler asked. "How shit it must have made you feel. I mean, you like me more than I ever liked her," Joe said. Tyler stiffened and swallowed hard but still managed to nod, knowing he couldn't deny that he had feelings for Joe that went beyond their friendship, but it was still a shock hearing Joe acknowledge it. He had never been sure if Joe actually knew or not, or if he was just in complete denial. "I guess I should get going," Joe said, "Your folks will be back soon and my mom could use a hand getting dinner ready. Feeding five guys ain't easy." "Yeah," Tyler smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?" "Yeah, see you tomorrow," Joe returned the smile and turned around, heading back out of the door. Tyler walked over to the window and looked out, watching Joe walk down the driveway toward his car, which was parked on the street. He had no idea what to think but he was at least happy that if they weren't going to fool around anymore that they would at least stay friends. Hell, they might even get back to the place where they had been before it all happened, hanging out like they used to. When Joe reached his car he stopped and turned back to look at the house. Tyler quickly dodged to the side so Joe wouldn't see him looking out, even though he probably couldn't see him anyway. What was going through Joe's mind as he looked back? Was he second-guessing himself? Tyler didn't have time to dwell on that though because when he peeked back through the window his eyes spotted someone else on the street, walking along the opposite pavement. Evan. He was alone, probably walking back home from somewhere. But as he walked he spotted Joe and his head turned. He paused just for the briefest of moments, his head tilting slightly to the side. He was checking Joe out. WHAT THE FUCK?! Tyler wanted to punch the wall in front of him or put his fist through the window. Was he seriously the only guy Evan didn't check out? Fuck that. He was as hot as any of those other guys. Evan would notice him. He would make him. To Be Continued...