Apartment #9

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On a partly cloudy day, on a boat in the middle of the lake, I sat next to Tyler Higgins on our first date. He was in a sleeveless t-shirt and linen-colored shorts. He’d tossed his shirt onto the seat and kicked his sandals from his feet. His left arm held me close. He looked like the kind of man who could walk up to a guy he wanted and with one look, will the man into submission. I could imagine rows of guys willingly on their backs with their legs spread wide just hoping that he would seed them.

Instead, he had picked scrawny me to hold and kiss while his hand brought me to my first real orgasm. Then he used his luscious lips to clean my seed from my body. I could not imagine being happier than I was at that moment, and I told him so.

He replied, “Then you’re going to love what happens next.”

My body shivered as I thought what that could mean. My brain tried to ruin things for me, as it had all my life. He’s going to bend you over the side of the boat, fuck your ass to a bloody pulp, and then throw you into the water for the sharks to devour.

“There are no sharks in the lake, you know,” I said aloud.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I know. Where’d that come from?”

“I was just thinking,” I admitted.

“About sharks?” He turned his head and kissed my temple. “You need to relax and refill your balls. That’s what you should be thinking about. The sky and the trees on the shoreline, and how they move up and down. It’s hypnotic.”

“There are sharks that live in freshwater. Just saying.” I laughed and then snuggled more under his arm.

“But they don’t live here,” Tyler said. “But there are rumors of a giant squid. Maybe we should put our life vests back on.”

The sound of a boat’s approaching made me turn my head. “No, not yet. I like sitting like this.” The boat sped past, and ours rocked back and forth in the wake. “I’m glad they didn’t stop to talk to us.”

“Why’s that?”

I moved so that my head was in his lap and my feet were on the seat. “Because it would have been embarrassing trying to explain why two guys wearing police hats would be sitting side by side in a boat, one of whom had no pants on and was sporting a boner while the other guy had his boner hidden, well, not truly hidden, in his pants.”

“You would have been embarrassed, huh?” He slid out from under my head and stood up. “Can you honestly tell that my dick is hard?” He adjusted himself and smoothed out his pants.

“Yeah, I can still tell,” I lifted my eyebrows.

Tyler bent over and kissed me. “There’s a reason it’s hard.”

I reached over and put my hand over his crotch. “It’s because you’re a horny bastard.”

He laughed. I felt his fingers manipulate my scrotum as he lowered himself to his knees. “That’s your fault.” His hand moved to hold my erection, and he plunged his mouth over it. His nose buried itself in my pubic hair. I felt his tongue move across my shaft as his throat grabbed the head of my cock.

I gasped. I’d never had anyone suck me before. It was more intense than I had ever imagined. As his head moved up and down, there was a unique feeling as the tip of my dick reached the back of his mouth and then popped farther in.

I reached over and grabbed a piece of Tyler’s ass in my hand. As his mouth moved faster up and down my shaft, I squeezed him with more pressure. My breathing became more rapid and shallow. Suddenly, I grabbed his head with my free hand and pushed his head down as I pivoted my hips up. I felt three ejaculations before I collapsed back onto the seat.

Tyler sat on the floor of the boat and looked at me. I was still trying to catch my breath when he said, “I was going to wait until we were back on dry land before I did that, but I couldn’t resist you.”

I ran my fingertips along the side of his head. “You couldn’t resist me?”

“No, Ethan, I couldn’t. I don’t think you realize how fucking sexy you are. You’re handsome and smart. You’ve got quirky ideas that make me laugh, and I already know that I want to see you again tomorrow.”

A sensation of floating spread through me. I continued to stare at him. Tyler put his hands on each side of my face. “Did someone hurt you? Is that why you have a difficult time believing that I like you, that I find you sexy, that I want you?”

I started to spin; the boat began to spin. I tried to sit up, but the boat dropped from under me. Hands were grabbing at me; they grasped hold and pulled at me. Tyler held me to him.

“Shhh; it’s OK. You don’t have to tell me.”

The world became normal again.

“Slip your pants back on, and put your vest on. I don’t want you to get dizzy and fall over the side.”

I’d fucked it up. He’d realized that I was crazy. Shit, I thought. He’s going to take me home, and I’ll never see him again. I shouldn’t have agreed to go on this date with him. I shouldn’t have let him walk me back to my apartment, and I shouldn’t have gone to that party. I put my hand to my head and rubbed my forehead. It wasn’t his fault.

As Tyler grabbed my vest, I pulled my pants on. He handed me the vest and then put his on. “Sit with me some more.” He sat and reached for my hand. I joined him on the seat, and he pulled me close to him. “I’m not good with this stuff,” he started. “I was trained to identify problems and then get people to resources.”

I wasn’t able to get as close to him with our both wearing vests.

“This goes beyond your being shy, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“It’s OK. Let’s just sit here and relax.”

I closed my eyes and allowed the movement of the boat to gently rock me. I knew I needed to share more of my past with Tyler, at least enough for him to understand. But I didn’t want him to know; I didn’t want anyone to know. Now, I wanted him to dump my body overboard.

-2-

“Hey, handsome. Wake up.”

I opened my eyes.

“You weren’t supposed to fall asleep,” he laughed a soft, gentle chuckle.

“Sorry. It’s just that I felt so safe. Protected, you know.”

Tyler’s face got that serious, cop-like look. “Just part of the job, sir.” Then he smiled that smile that stirred my blood. “I think we should head back. There are some dark clouds over there, forming to the north.

I turned toward the sun to get my bearings and then to the north. “They don’t seem that serious. Are they?”

“I’ve seen them get nasty awfully fast. It’s the way those rises to the west of that end of the lake funnel the air. We should get going.”

I moved to the chair, and Tyler started the engine. As I glanced around, I realized that I hadn’t paid enough attention to know where we’d entered the lake. Tyler pointed the boat toward the southeast. Why had I not paid better attention? What if he had become ill, and I’d had to take over getting us back? What an idiot! I’d spent my time exploring his body with my eyes instead of making sure I could get us safely back. I wasn’t even sure of the name of the road that his truck was on. What if I’d needed to call for an ambulance? I really was a loser. My parents were right.

The boat hit the wake of another boat and we bounced a little as we traveled back. I turned around, and the dark clouds that had seemed so far away appeared to have followed us, and they were gaining. Tyler slowed the boat.

I turned to him with a look of concern. “Is something wrong? Why are we slowing down?”

“It’s the posted speed here on this end of the lake because it’s much shallower here. There’s nothing wrong with the engine or the boat.”

A gentle rain began to fall as we headed into the small river that led to Tyler’s dock. Both of us were wet when he pulled up to tie up the boat. I helped him, at least I hope I helped him, get the canvas cover out and snapped into place. By the time we reached to cover that the trailer was parked under, we were dripping wet. Tyler placed the cooler near the steps.

“Was this a carport or something?” I asked as I removed my shirt and wrung it.

“Instead of an awning that gets torn up and faded, I built this so it would give me a covered outdoor space and keep the sun off the trailer. It makes for more comfortable nights, and the A/C doesn’t need to strain so much to keep things cool. Tyler pulled a cord across one end of the covered area. He pulled off his t-shirt and clipped it to the cord. “Here, give me your shirt.”

I removed my shorts and stood in my underwear while he clipped my shirt and shorts to the line. He pulled his underwear off and attached them as well.

Tyler was a Greek sculpture come to life. Almost. While Greek statues were the epitome of the male physique, their dicks were small. Tyler was packing a soft seven inches of uncut rod. He wasn’t overly hairy, but the amount of hair on his chest screamed virility. “Hand me yours,” he said. “We’re both boys here; we know what we have.” Then he grinned slyly at me. “I’ve even tasted yours.”

My dick got hard, and as I removed my underwear, he saw it. He boned up as well. I was sure he had almost eight inches of rock-hard meat pointed at me.

“I get the feeling that we’re in a mutual attraction society.”

He was attracted to me. I saw it earlier in his eyes, and now his cock was telling me the same thing. But I didn’t deserve it; he should have better. I looked down at the ground. I didn’t want him to have better. I wanted him to have me.

-3-

“Let’s go inside and get under some blankets before we catch a chill.”

I felt Tyler’s hand on my shoulder. I nodded and headed for the door. A black metal step protruded from the trailer underneath the door. I opened the door and stepped up onto it. The trailer didn’t move; he had stabilized it. Once inside, I looked around. To my right, a pretty geometric quilt covered a rather large bed. Could it be a queen size bed? On my left was a large kitchen for a travel trailer and across from it, a table and chairs on a slide-out.

“The toilet and shower are in the back. Shall we rinse off? The water heater turns on here.” Tyler reached up and flipped a switch. “Sheets on the bed are clean, so once we’re clean and dry, we can slip under the covers.”

I walked to the back and pushed the door all the way open. The shower was a bit larger than most I’d seen in campers of this size, but it would be a tight fit for the two of us. I bent forward to turn on the water, and Tyler pushed into me. I felt his erection pushing into my crack; his hands wrapped around me and held each pec.

“I can still smell your shampoo,” said Tyler.

I reached behind and held his dick in my hand. I pulled the head of his hardening member against my hole.

“That’s fucking hot,” he whispered in my ear. “Let’s get clean,” he said aloud. Oh, that deep voice. I stepped into the water; my hand was still on his cock, and he followed me in. We were huddled together under the water. I turned to face him, and our cocks rubbed together. I pressed my lips against his and felt his tongue push into my mouth. His hands began at my shoulders, and his fingertips danced down my back. He squeezed each of my ass cheeks firmly before spreading them apart and allowing the water to run down my ass crack, tickling the hairs around my hole. He turned us so the water now ran down his back; his hands moved to spread his cheeks apart.

Tyler stepped out of the shower and turned off the water. Handing me a towel, he grabbed one for himself. Ten minutes later, we were under the covers. By then, I was shivering. I pushed myself closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me. “I’m planning to build a spot out there for a washer and dryer.”

“But then we’d be sitting here in dry clothes instead of snuggling naked.”

“We could still be snuggling naked, but our clothes would be dry.”

“I bet you’ve got clean clothes here somewhere.”

“I do. I’m sure they’ll fit you, too.”

“Yeah, I’m sure anything that fits those muscles of yours would fall to the floor if I tried to wear some of your clothes. I mean, your dick is bigger around than my waist.”

Tyler started to laugh.

We've all seen this drawing.  I began to imagine a story around him.  This is that story.

Officer Tyler Higgins

Chapter 4:  Ethan is ready to play catch, but Tyler wants him to be the pitcher.  Can they work it out.