Chapter Twenty Four

I must have stood staring at Jake for about fifteen seconds, not believing I was actually seeing him standing at my door. It wasn’t until his eyes started roaming over my body, settling on my waist, that I remembered I was wearing nothing but the pair of mesh boxers he bought me and I quickly moved out of view of anyone who was passing in the street.

When I did, Jake must have thought it was an invitation to come in because he stepped into the house and made room for me to close the door. I didn’t move. My eyes were fixed on his face, trying to see some explanation for why he was here but again there was nothing. There weren’t even any thoughts going through my mind because I was too confused to think.

“What are you doing here?” I asked eventually, breaking the silence.

“I came to see what you’re doing tonight,” Jake said, casually, like he would have done months ago. “Those boxers look really good on you.”

I didn’t reply because I was still trying to figure out what was going on and especially what he meant by that last comment.

As I opened my mouth Ryan called down from upstairs. “Hey Ev, was it Emily at the door?” he asked, seconds before I heard his footsteps and he came down the stairs to see for himself, now dressed in pants and a shirt. “Jake?”

“Hey, Ry,” Jake smiled.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Ryan asked in a playful tone. “I haven’t seen you in ages. Even when I’m at your house with your bro you’re either down in the basement training or out with that girlfriend of yours.”

Jake instantly made eye contact with me and then looked down as if he wanted to stop me from finding out. I don’t really understand why since I had seen him and Tina in the act, in fact I could still picture his sweaty body and awesome ass as he pumped his dick into her. Damn, why did I have to think about that with him standing in front of me while I was wearing those tiny boxers that left nothing to the imagination?

“I just came to see if Ev wanted to hang out tonight,” Jake smiled, looking at Ryan.

“I’m busy,” I said, bluntly, cutting in.

“Oh,” Jake sounded sad.

I didn’t want to be an asshole but I wanted him to leave. I had a good thing going with Tyler and had finally started to put Jake behind me, at least in sexual terms, but now here he was in my house and I either wanted to kick him out or drag him upstairs to my bedroom so he could fuck me senseless. My head is so messed up.

“I, erm…” I hesitated. “I’ve kind of got a date.”

Jake looked stunned. “With a guy?”

“Well I am gay, Jake, you know that,” I said.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just…”

“You thought he was just fucking me?” I blurted out.

Jake’s eyes went wide and I knew I had shocked him with how brazen I was being. He said nothing. I could have been nicer and tried to pretend I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I knew Jake and I knew the way his mind worked.

“How come you’re not with Tina anyway?” I asked, wanting to deflect the attention back toward him.

“She’s busy with friends tonight,” he said.

“So I’m the consolation prize again?” I asked. “Only good when she’s not around.”

“You know that’s not true,” Jake said, softly.

“You guys might want to close the door before everyone hears you,” Ryan said. “Come in and talk about it.”

“I can’t right now,” I said, wanting Jake long gone before Tyler showed up. “I need to get ready.”

“We do need to talk, Ev,” Jake said.

I tried to stop the words from erupting from my mouth but they shot out stronger than I ever intended them to.

“Why? Because you say we’re ready? I wanted to talk to you a month ago, to get all this straightened out, and you wouldn’t even give me the time of day, Jake. What’s changed? What, you find out that I’ve been with another guy and all of a sudden you’ll be my friend again because I’m not waiting for you to fuck me anymore?”

“Ev…” Ryan tried to calm things down but I was wound up and ready to go.

“I think I better leave,” Jake said.

“Good idea,” Ryan said as Jake stepped back out of the house. “Come back tomorrow when he’s calmed down. He’ll talk to you then.”

Ryan then pulled the door out of my hand and slammed it shut.

“What the fuck was that about?” Ryan asked. “You’ve been bitching for the past month that he’s not said a word to you and now when he comes over wanting to make things right you chew his ass out and won’t even listen to him?”

“You make it sound like it’s all my fault,” I said, knowing it kind of was.

“That’s because it is,” Ryan said. “Forget everything that’s happened. That was your best friend just then, the best you’ll ever have, and he was reaching out to you. You told me before that you came to terms with the fact you would never be more than friends so why aren’t you trying to be friends with him?”

I looked down at the ground but I knew Ryan’s eyes were still on me.

“Well?” Ryan asked.

“Because I still want him to be more,” I snapped. I took a deep breath then and sighed. “Oh fuck. I can’t help it, Ry. I’m not over him. I don’t know if I ever will be. Every time I look at him I think about how close we came to being together and it makes me want to cry because I think about what could have been. I’m not sure I can just be his friend now.”

Ryan nodded silently and placed a hand on my shoulder. He gave me a moment to think and then said, “You’ve got to try, bro. He’s too good a friend to just throw away. Try to make it work. And if it doesn’t… you know what you’ve got to do.”

“Yeah,” I said, “say goodbye.”

Ryan nodded in the exact same rhythm as the knock on the door just next to us. This time when he pulled it open it was Emily. She stepped inside, gave Ryan a hug and a long, tongue-filled kiss before turning to me.

“Fuck me, Ev,” Emily almost screamed.

Ryan put his arm around her shoulder. “In those boxers I think he’s going to be the one getting fucked.”

I blushed but I couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“I just saw Jake on his way out. What happened?” Emily asked.

“He just came over to talk. I told him I was busy,” I said.

“Come on, Ev, you pretty much shouted at him and told him to get out,” Ryan said.

“I thought maybe you hit him,” Emily said.

“Why?” I asked.

“He had that look on his face guys get when they’ve been kicked in the balls,” Emily replied.

Now I felt bad. I didn’t mean to be such an asshole to Jake, but the way he acted made me want to hate him, which was in direct conflict with me actually being in love with him. Why can’t things ever be simple?

“I’ve got to say though, Ev,” Emily smiled. “If you hadn’t already given it up those boxers would damn sure get the job done.”

She stepped up to me and put her hand on my chest. I tensed slightly, but it was Emily so I relaxed and let her run her hand over my pecs, cupping them slightly, and down over my abs.

“If you weren’t gay or like my brother I’d be all over you,” she purred. “Such a good body, and hung too.” She squeezed the pouch containing my cock and I jumped with a yelp. “Not quite as big as your brother though,” she smiled, going back over to give Ryan another kiss.

I shook my head, “Where are you two going tonight?”

“Dinner and a movie,” Emily smiled, “now tell me what happened with Jake.”

“He wanted to talk but I didn’t,” I said.

“Why not?” Emily asked. “All you’ve been asking for the last few weeks is what’s going through his head. You finally had a chance to ask him the questions and you threw him out?”

“That’s what I said,” Ryan chimed in.

“I just wasn’t ready,” I said.

“Bullshit, Ev,” Emily said. “What’s the real reason?”

“Fine,” I admitted. “I’m not sure I’m ready to hear what he’s got to say.”

“What if it’s good?” she said.

“And what if it’s not?” I asked.

“You’ve got to take that chance,” Emily smiled.

“Damn, that is exactly what Ry said,” I groaned. “What if I can’t go back to just being his friend? What if we went too far?”

“You were in love with him for two years before he ever knew you wanted him, Ev. You survived. If you’re not meant to be together as a couple then at least try to be friends because the two of you were the best friends I’ve ever seen.”

I paused, thinking things over in my head. “This is so hard.”

“I know, we can see it,” Emily giggled.

I looked down to check that I didn’t have an erection and she laughed even harder. I smiled at her and flipped her the bird.

“At least she got a smile out of you,” Ryan said. “Now go up and put some clothes on before your boy comes.”

“Why?” Emily asked. “Just go get the lube and condoms and put them on the table by the front door.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked.

“Because if you answer the door dressed like you are now he’ll have you on your back with your legs in the air before the door can close.”

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I asked.

“Only if I could watch,” she smiled.

“Get out,” I laughed.

“No,” she protested. “We’re staying here until your boyfriend comes. I want to meet him.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I said, looking her dead in the eye. “Besides, he won’t come over until I text him to tell him you’ve left. So we can do this one of two ways. Either you stay and neither of us has sex tonight, or you go and we both get our brains fucked out. Your choice…”

“Ryan, get your coat,” Emily grinned.

Ryan shook his head but there was a huge smile on his face. He went upstairs and came back down with a jacket and his keys. He ruffled my hair and winked at me before he opened the door and held it for Emily.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Emily said as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.

I kissed her back, “We’re going to do everything you do and more.”

She bit her lip and looked like she didn’t want to go but Ryan grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her from the house toward his car. I waved goodbye to them and closed the door. As soon as I heard them drive off I went upstairs to put some clothes on, a pair of tightish blue jeans and a white polo shirt that hugged my muscles, and I headed downstairs to get things ready for Tyler as I text him to tell him to come over.

It was still only just after six when Ryan and Emily left. Ryan said they were going to eat before an 8pm movie so they’d finish and have plenty of time for sex in case Emily had to be home by midnight, which almost never happened on weekends.

Thinking about them going for food made me realize I hadn’t eaten anything since lunchtime and was getting hungry myself. Usually Mom and Dad were around to cook but I was on my own so it would be up to me to make something. I contemplated getting a bite real quick before Tyler came but then I had a better idea. I picked up my phone again and text him.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“No” was his reply.

“Okay, well don’t. I’ll make us something.” I sent back.

All I got in reply to that was a couple of kisses. I didn’t really know what kind of food Tyler liked because we had never actually had a meal together or talked about food in the entire time we’d been fooling around. The only food I remembered seeing him eat more than once was the lasagne in the cafeteria and I actually knew how to make that so I checked the cupboards, found what I needed, along with garlic bread, and got to work cooking, taking off my white shirt so I didn’t get any sauce on it.

I had just got everything nicely prepared and in the oven when I heard a knock at the back door. I wasn’t expecting it and it made me jump a little. I quickly pulled my shirt on and went to answer it, breathing a huge sigh of relief when I saw it was Tyler arriving a little early.

“Hi,” he smiled, stepping in and giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Hey,” I said once our lips parted. I shut the door and turned to him. “You came to the back?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I didn’t want anyone to see me so I parked in the next street and hopped your neighbors’ fence. You look really good.”

“Thanks,” I said as his eyes went up and down my body. “So do you.”

I said it before I even really looked at him but when I did I actually felt him take my breath away, as cheesy as that sounds. His hair was freshly cut, different from when I’d seen him just a few hours ago. The sides were shaved with the top being left longer, styled up into a little point. His blue eyes seemed to sparkle, though there was also a hint of mischief in them. He had the slightest shadow around his jaw, which made him look older than he was and really turned me on. The tight shirt that clung to his muscles looked like it had been painted on. The shape of his pecs and every one of his abs were visible through the fabric and the top two buttons were open, probably because they couldn’t be fastened over his huge chest, exposing his neck and the tiniest bit of hair at the top of his pecs. He had never looked hotter.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked.

“What kind of drink?” he replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Well I meant like water or a coke but if you want a beer my dad has some in the fridge,” I said.

“Water is fine, but in a glass,” he said. “I could go for a beer but I don’t need to pretend I’m drunk when I’m with you.”

There was a hint of sadness in his voice. I knew he was thinking about Joe but I decided to keep quiet, even though there was a niggling feeling inside me that we were both using each other; him giving me something Jake wouldn’t or couldn’t, and me giving him what he really wanted from Joe.

I put two glasses of cold water on the counter and dropped a few cubes of ice into them. With the food in the oven I sat at the breakfast bar and Tyler took the seat opposite me.

“How was your day?” I asked, not really knowing what else to say to start the conversation.

He smirked and looked at me like he was surprised. “It was okay. It was school so not much more to say.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Why did you smile like that?”

“When?” he asked.

“When I asked you how you are.”

“Oh,” he smiled again, “because it’s normal conversation.”

“We’ve talked normally before,” I said.

“Yeah, but that’s usually… after.”

“What were you expecting?” I asked, perplexed.

“I don’t know,” Tyler said. “I’ve never really done this.”

“Talked to someone?”

“No,” he smiled, “had dinner with someone. A guy. It’s just… different.”

“Good different?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “It feels nice.”

“You’ve really never spoken to a guy like this before?”

“Not when we’re about to have dinner together,” he said. “My buddies only ever want to talk about football and girls.”

“And what about Joe?” I asked, feeling like I had to bring him up.

Tyler laughed, “Joe has two modes; best friend mode and fuck mode. If he’s my best friend it’s all banter and bullshit. There’s no one I get on better with. But when he’s in fuck mode all he wants is my dick and we never talk.”

I was about to speak but I paused for a moment and he could see there was a question on my tongue I was trying not to ask.

“What?” he pushed.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said.

“Ask me,” he said, turning serious, clearly knowing what was on my mind.

“When was the last time you were with him?”

He looked straight into my eyes like he was trying to see if he could foresee my reaction to what he was about to say.

“Tuesday,” he said.

“Three days ago?” I asked, trying not to show my surprise.

Tyler bit his lip and turned his head away. Crap. I think I made a mistake bringing up the subject of Joe.

“Sorry,” I said. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

“It’s okay,” Tyler said. “I guess we need to address it.”

“Why?” I asked. “I’m not a girl. And I’m not your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, but we’re-“

“Fucking,” I said.

“No,” he replied, frowning. “We’re on a date, Ev. Dress it up however you like. This is a date. That means something to me.”

“It does to me too,” I said. “You’re not the only one who has never been with a guy like this.”

Tyler smiled. “It feels wrong to be here with you talking about fucking someone else but I can’t pretend I’m not.”

“I didn’t expect a commitment from you, Ty,” I said. “We never made an agreement to be exclusive or anything. It’s okay. We both know what we’re doing here.”

“You’re really okay with me being with you and still having sex with Joe?” Tyler asked, surprised.

“Yes,” I said, surprising myself that it didn’t bother me in the slightest. “You were with him long before you started with me. If anything you’re cheating on him.”

“You’re so cool, Ev, you know that?” Tyler said with a beautiful smile lighting up his face. “I didn’t have sex with him for like two weeks after the first time with you. I even turned him down the night we had sex here so I could save my load for you. But then he started asking questions, wondering if I had someone else, and I thought the only way I could keep him quiet and happy was to keep fucking him. It worked.”

“Is that the only reason you’re still fucking him?” I asked, knowing the truth.

Tyler smiled and shook his head. “You know it’s not or you wouldn’t have asked.”

“Then what’s the other reason?”

“You want me to say it, don’t you?” Tyler grinned.

“Yes,” I replied, holding back a smile of my own.

“Fine… I’m still having sex with him because he’s one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. I can’t get enough of his body and his ass. I’ve tried to say no, tried to resist him when I saw we were going nowhere, but I can’t Ev. He does something to me and I just… I can’t say no.”

“Damn… I think I better go check the food,” I said, getting up.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Tyler apologized as he turned and watched me move to the oven.

“You didn’t upset me,” I said. “I just didn’t want to get too hard before we eat.”

Tyler smiled wider than before. “That turned you on? You horny little…”

“Hey, it’s not my fault the thought of two hot jocks getting it on excites me,” I grinned.

“Maybe next time I fuck him instead of feeling guilty I should come over here and fuck you while I tell you all about it.”

“Oh god, that would be so hot,” I said, pulling open the oven door, feeling the heat hit my face as I peered inside, hoping to distract myself from where the conversation was going.

The lasagne was almost ready but it needed a few more minutes to be perfect. I pushed it back in and closed the door. When I stood up I stiffened, feeling Tyler right behind me. He stepped in real close so his chest was pressed against my back and I felt his breath against my ear.

“I love that you can cook,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him. “This way you get to fill me up before I fill you up.”

The second that last word was out of his mouth he ran his tongue along my earlobe and my whole body shuddered.

“Ty…” I panted.

He bit playfully on my ear and tugged on it, moaning and growling as he did. Then he ran his hands down along my arms until he was holding my wrists.

“Show me what you do next,” he said, letting his lips brush against my neck.

I swallowed hard, not sure what to do. When I felt his hard cock press against my back I knew I had to do something to distract myself from turning around, dropping to the floor and ripping his pants open to get at it.

I reached out and took hold of the frozen garlic bread I had left on the side to defrost. His hands came with me the whole way, holding on to my wrists. I tried to calm my breathing as I picked up the knife to slowly make the incisions a little bit deeper so it would cook better on the inside.

Again Tyler’s hand went with mine as I sliced and he moaned into my ear. “Look at that knife slice through that bread. That’s what my cock is gonna do to your ass.”

“Oh shit, Ty,” I gasped, dropping the knife before I hurt one of us. “I thought tonight wasn’t just about sex.”

“It’s not. We can talk and eat later,” he said, kissing my neck again. “Right now the only thing I want in my mouth is you.”

Again my body shivered. I felt so overwhelmed by him I didn’t know what I was going to do. Well, that’s a lie. I knew. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.

“Ty…” I said, barely trying to get away from him.

“Shush… You know, Joe might be hot, but you’ve got the sexiest fucking ass I’ve ever seen,” Tyler whispered in my ear, running his hands around to my back and down to cup my ass. “I can’t wait to get these pants off you.”

“Ty…” I gasped again.

“What?” he said, just before his tongue snaked its way up my ear.

“Oh fuck… the food…” I moaned.

Tyler’s lips moved so he was kissing my neck again. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing his hand against my stomach, and pulled me back against him as he nuzzled me. I felt his hard cock against my ass and my own dick throbbed in my pants.

When I had melted back against him he reached out and turned the oven off. “We’ll reheat it later. Right now I want you.”

He thrust against me hard, finding the crack of my ass even through our pants. His dick slid perfectly along the line and I knew I couldn’t resist.

Checking that the oven was switched off, I turned around in his arms and our eyes met just before our lips did. It was the hottest kiss we had ever shared, our mouths opening to accept the other’s tongue as we ground our dicks together.

We made out for the next minute, running our hands all over the other’s body. I grabbed his newly cut hair and pulled his face toward mine, mashing our lips together that little bit harder. His hands found my hips and held on for a moment before he slid them up, took hold of the bottom of my polo shirt and started pulling it up, giving me no choice but to break the kiss so he could pull it off over my head.

“Oh yeah, so sexy,” Tyler growled as he backed me up against the counter.

He stood back from me just enough so he could run his hands over my body, starting with my pecs, cupping them, squeezing them and tweaking the nipples before he moved down, tracing each of my abs with his fingertips. Just when I thought he was going to grab my dick he put his hands on my hips and drew us together, thrusting his hard cock against mine.

“You’re so hard,” I moaned.

“Because of you,” he said, diving back in for a kiss.

With our lips connected I pushed my hands between us and struggled a little as I found each of the buttons on his shirt and popped them open until the two sides parted and I had full access to his awesome body, mimicking what he had done to me by caressing his huge muscles with my hands.

I moved my hands up to his broad shoulders and pushed the material down. I expected the shirt to drop to the floor but his arms were so big I had to tug on it to get the sleeves past his biceps. Once it was off I pulled back from his mouth and went in, taking his nipple between my lips and teasing the tip with my tongue.

“Oh God, Ev,” Tyler gasped, gripping the back of my head and just holding it as I went to work on his chest, kissing my way across his incredible pecs until the other nipple was in my mouth. “Enough. Come up here.”

He pulled my head from his chest and took my chin in his hand, tilting my head up and squeezing just enough to make my mouth open. I looked into his eyes as he leaned in and thrust his tongue into my mouth, darting it in and out like he was fucking me.

With a growl, Tyler pulled back and actually licked my chin up to my lips. “I’ve got to get these pants off you.”

Before I could say anything or try to protest over us still being in my kitchen Tyler had my pants open and they dropped around my ankles.

“HOLY FUCK!!” he screamed.

I thought something was wrong until I saw him staring at my crotch and I realized it was the underwear Jake had bought me that made him have such a reaction.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice filled with lust. I quickly obeyed. “Fuck me… Those are the hottest boxers I’ve ever seen. And you’ve got the most amazing ass.”

I stopped so I was facing him just in time to watch him drop to his knees and crawl the final foot that separated us so he could bury his face in the pouch that held my hard cock.  

His warm breath penetrated the fabric sending shockwaves up my cock and then my spine. I grabbed onto the counter behind me to stop my legs from going out from under me. He put his big hands on my thighs as he chewed and sucked on the pouch, moving up and down the length of my hard shaft.

Without a word he pulled back and spun me around, placing a hand in the middle of my back to force me forward so I had no choice but to brace myself on the counter.

“I wanna suck your dick so bad but I need at this ass more,” Tyler groaned, taking a lick at my crack through the mesh.

When he couldn’t get the access he wanted he grabbed the waistband and yanked them down, almost ripping them. I was too far gone to care as his hands landed on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart so he could get to my hole with his tongue.

“Oh shit!” I screamed as the point of his tongue slid across and then jabbed at my hole, wanting to get inside.

I was panting so hard I almost thought I was going to have some kind of attack or that my body would just black out from the incredible pleasure Tyler was giving my ass with his tongue.

I was just about to tell him to fuck me when he pulled back and I heard his own pants being unzipped before they hit the floor. Seconds later I was being lifted up onto the counter and turned so I was on my back with my ass hanging over the edge. I thought Tyler was going to lift my legs up so he could get back at my ass to rim me but he had other ideas.

My ability to talk had completely gone as I watched him reach over to get the bottle of olive oil we kept on the counter. My eyes went wide when he poured some over two of his big fingers and I gasped when those fingers slid into my crack and brushed against my hole.

The only sounds coming out of me were high-pitched whimpers as his fingers worked the oil first around and then inside my ass as he slipped first one and then both fingers inside me, moving them back and forth, slowly fucking me and opening me up so I would be ready for his dick.

The feelings running through me were so good I was screaming “fuck me” inside my head but the words that actually came out of my mouth were completely different.

“Stop!” I demanded.

Tyler instantly pulled his fingers out of my ass and looked up at me with an expression I can only compare to a small child when their Christmas has been ruined.

“What?” he asked.

“We can’t do this here,” I said, “not in the kitchen. Let’s go upstairs.”

I pushed myself off the counter so I was standing on my shaky legs and reached down to take hold of his throbbing, glistening dick that was covered in precum. I ran my hand up and down the shaft a couple of times and then led him by the dick towards the stairs.

When we were in my bedroom I locked the door with my free hand and guided Tyler to my bed, pushing him backwards onto it. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me, wondering what I was going to do.

“As much as you want my ass,” I said. “I want that beautiful cock more. You got me so worked up down there I almost couldn’t stand it. Now it’s my turn to do the same to you.”

I could see he was intrigued when I walked over to my closet and bent over; reaching down into the box of goodies that both Ryan and Tyler had bought me. When I had what I wanted I turned back into the room and the biggest smile came across Tyler’s face as he spread his legs wide and invited me over.

“Have you ever used one of these before?” I asked him, referring to the fleshlight I had only used a couple of times myself when I imagined fucking Tyler, Jake or Joe.

“No,” Tyler breathed. His cock throbbed and pulsed in anticipation of what was to come.

I got my bottle of lube from my bedside drawer and crawled between Tyler’s legs. His chest was rising and falling with his erratic breathing and his mouth hung open when I popped the cap and poured the lube onto my hand. He watched wide-eyed as I reached out and covered his cock with the slick liquid, stroking him up and down until I was sure he was ready.

His moans were music to my ears when I held his dick upright and slid the fleshlight over the tip, gliding it down his shaft until all seven inches were buried inside. I didn’t wait for him to get used to the tight tube that was wrapped around his cock, I slid it straight back up and slowly worked it up and down.

I watched as all of the muscles in his body seemed to pop at once, all tensing and flexing, making him look more defined than ever. I wanted to take a picture of him to show him how incredible he was.

His back arched and he started trying to pump his hips to thrust up into the device but I kept pulling it back every time he did, slipping it completely off his cock a couple of times so he would beg me to put it back on before I continued.

When his moans started to come quicker and his breath got caught in his throat I held his hips down to the mattress and slowly stroked him, just enough to keep him near the edge without ever sending him over it.

“How does that feel?” I asked, climbing up so I was straddling his waist, holding the fleshlight with both hands, lining my own dick up alongside it.

“So fucking good!” Tyler moaned. “Please, Ev, keep going.”

Smiling down at him, I started moving my hips, rotating them around in circles and thrusting against him, all the while keeping hold of the fleshlight so it moved in time with me, almost like I was riding him.

Tyler’s head was going from side to side and his arms had gone from stroking his own chest or reaching out for me or his cock to gripping the sheets on either side of him.

After another minute he’d had enough and reached down to grab my hands. “I can’t fucking take it anymore. Either get me off with that thing or get your ass up here and fucking ride me.”

A smile curled my lips. That is exactly what I was waiting for. I slowly pulled the fleshlight off his rock hard cock and tossed it aside as his dick slapped back against his abs. I got a condom from my drawer and rolled it down his stiff pole, giving him just enough strokes to make his legs quiver before I lubed us both up and took my position, hovering over his cock.

He thrust up a couple of times, trying to force his dick into me, but I wouldn’t let him, pulling up and away from him.

“Okay, you win,” Tyler said. “You’re in control. Just stop torturing me.”

He held his cock up by the base and I guided it to my hole. I’m not sure if it was the position or if I was just so turned on my body was completely relaxed but I opened right up and Tyler’s dick sank inside me with almost no resistance or pain at all.

“Oh yes!” Tyler screamed. “Your ass is even tighter than that thing. Ride my fucking dick, Ev, ride it.”

I had played around for too long and we were both too turned on to really make it last much longer. My own cock was almost as hard as Tyler’s and felt kind of neglected after he spent so much time on my ass and I had been focused on his dick with no reciprocation. It slapped off his stomach and I moaned loudly when he wrapped his big hand around my shaft and started stroking me as I fucked myself on his cock.

Feeling a churning in my balls I quickened the pace, bouncing up and down on his dick, drilling myself as hard as I could. The slapping sounds of my ass pounding against his pelvis joined our moans in filling the room.

I tossed my head back, moving in a rhythm that thrust my dick into Tyler’s fist and then forced my ass down onto his cock. Tyler’s spare hand was suddenly on my body, running over my pecs and abs, feeling my muscles. When he squeezed my nipples it sent shockwaves through me and I slammed my ass down on his cock, feeling it pulsing around his invading cock as the cum that had been bubbling up in my balls raced up my shaft and shot out, covering Tyler’s face, chest and abs in the biggest release of my life.

When my orgasm subsided I felt myself slipping and I collapsed down onto Tyler’s cum covered chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss with his hard dick still inside me.

“Is it okay if I finish off in you?” he asked.

I couldn’t speak but I managed to nod and he carefully rolled us over, putting me on my back. He gently fucked me, his lips barely leaving my neck, until I felt him stiffen and he pushed as deep as he could go, unloading into the condom inside me.

We lay together for a while until we both felt hungry and went downstairs to reheat the lasagne. When we finished eating I suggested watching a film but Tyler pulled my mouth to his and kissed me deep, reaching down to grab my hardening cock as he led me back up to my room.  

As soon as we were inside I locked the door again and Tyler pushed me onto the bed, taking control as he stripped me out of the shorts I’d thrown on while we ate. He swooped down for his dessert, sucking my dick straight into his mouth, feasting on it. He slipped two fingers into my still slick hole and worked me over so good that I was begging him to fuck me. He smiled, crawled up my body, kissed my lips and slid himself inside me, pounding me until he pulled out and we came at the exact same time, our cocks throbbing side by side as they shot huge loads onto my chest and abs, covering my body.

We must have fallen asleep because I woke with a start when I heard the front door slam shut. I lay completely still, trying to make out any noise. Sure enough I heard Emily’s giggle and Ryan whispering something as they made their way up the stairs towards us.

I sat up in bed, my heart pounding at the thought of us being caught, but then Tyler’s big mitt-like hand slid up my back to my shoulder and he pulled me down to the mattress, kissing the back of my neck.

“You locked the door,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his body. “I’ll sneak out first thing in the morning.”

I gasped as I felt him push his hard dick back inside me and I threw my head back against his shoulder. He slowly and quietly made love to me, holding me close and kissing me. We had been going no more than about two minutes when we heard moans from across the hall and Tyler chuckled because my quiet moans were almost in perfect sync with Emily’s much louder ones. Tyler never stopped his thrusts into me and it felt like we were involved in a four-way but in two separate rooms as Ryan nailed Emily and Tyler fucked me.

To Be Continued…  


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