Apartment #9

“So, you’re ready to tell me now?” asked Tyler.

I tensed up. My fingers involuntarily balled up and formed fists. I drew a breath, and tears filled my eyes. “No,” I squeaked. “I can’t. Not yet.”

-1-

“Hey.” Tyler moved his head closer to mine. He grabbed my hand with his nasty, crab shell remnants and butter, hand. “Ethan. Ethan, baby. It’s OK. I’m not trying to force you. Take a deep breath.”

‘He thinks I’m crazy,’ I thought. I took a deep breath and relaxed my hands. I resisted the urge to throw up as he rubbed my hand with his and I felt the bits of crab shell. “I’m OK. I’m just not ready. And when I am, we’ll need to be alone.”

“Yeah, sure, of course. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“No, of course you didn’t. It’s just that, as I get to know you better and trust you, it gets closer to the surface.” My eyes welled up. Were people looking at me?

Mr. Jack sat next to me and put a glass of water on the table. “Ethan, take a sip of water.”

I did as he told me.

“Good.” Mr. Jack’s voice was calming. “You know you’re OK, right.”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“Here, hold my hand.”

I hesitated.

“It’s clean.”

“Mine isn’t,” I told him.

“It’s OK. I’ll wash my hands when we’re done.”

I put my hand in his.

“You’re with people who care about you. You know that. You’re like my second son. And this man you're having dinner with…”

“Tyler,” I said.

“Tyler cares about you, too. I can tell by the look in his eyes. I think he’s worried that he hurt you.”

“He didn’t. We agreed to share, but then I couldn’t, not yet.”

“He understands,” said Mr. Jack.

“I do understand,” said Tyler.

I looked at him. I knew he understood. “Let’s eat our crab.”

Mr. Jack moved to the end of the seat. “You know that you can call me or Evan at any time, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I’m fine. It was just a momentary thing. I’ve had a really good day, but it’s been physically exhausting.” I smirked at Tyler.

Mr. Jack stood up. “Are you going back to your place after this, Ethan?”

“Yes, Father,” I said.

Mr. Jack laughed. “I know. None of my business, but if you were to ask me, I think you should invite him to stay the night.”

“Do you want pictures? Or do you prefer video?” I asked.

“Stop it, Ethan. Tyler might not realize your joking. Enjoy the rest of your crab.” Mr. Jack walked away, but I knew he’d be keeping an eye on me until we left. I wanted to leave and tell Tyler everything, but would I still feel that way once we got home?

We worked our way through the two pounds of crab without talking much. Occasionally, one of us would offer the other a bit of the leg meat. I decided that I would tell Tyler everything tomorrow. I wanted to do it on the lake. I hoped the water would be calm. Somehow, I imagined that the gentle rocking of the boat would help me.

-2-

Tyler and I were standing in my living room having our first argument. We had stopped at Market Street on the way home, and I had purchased some steaks and other supplies for tomorrow. The steaks were marinating in the refrigerator; the drinks were getting chilled. The towels from earlier were now in the dryer.

“I think I should sleep out here on the couch,” said Tyler.

“I want you to sleep in the bed with me. We can keep our clothes on if you want; well, at least our underwear.” I stepped closer to him. “Come on, Officer Higgins, come sleep with me.”

He shook his head.

“Then I’ll sleep out here with you.”

He shook his head again, but as he looked at me, his head stopped moving back and forth. “You… dammit. You’ve got me under some spell or something.”

I smiled.

“I want to know about Mr. Jack. Is he really the father of someone you work with?” He moved next to me. His chest was touching mine. I tilted my head slightly, and his mustache tickled the end of my nose. “Is he?”

“Yeah, Tyler, he is.” I closed my eyes. “He was dropping off some lunch for Evan one day when Sean Walters walked beside me and told me that he wanted to fuck my cute butt. He pinched my ass, and I lost it. I pushed him. A little too hard, though. He broke a wall. I started to scream that if he ever touched me again that I would kill him.”

“Fuck,” Tyler whispered.

“Mr. Jack came over to me and told me that everything would be OK. He had seen Sean pinch me. Sean tried to say that I was homophobic, but Mr. Jack told him that he had seen him assault me and that I had responded in self-defense. Mr. Jack looked into my eyes and asked me if I had ever talked to anyone about what had happened to me.” I started to tear up.

“It’s OK,” said Tyler. “You’re safe.” He pulled me against him and held me. “You’re safe, baby. I’ll kill any monster that tries to hurt you.”

I closed my eyes. “I need to be the one to kill the monsters.”

I’m not sure how long we stood there holding one another, but a buzz from the dryer reminded us that we still existed in ‘real life.’ I released my hold and kissed him. “Want to fold the towels while I toss the clothes in from the washer?”

“Teamwork gets the job done faster,” he laughed.

I could believe how happy I felt when he said that. I wished it would override the terror I felt over telling him my secret. Please help me, God, I prayed.

With the little bit of wash completed, we moved to the bedroom. “I know I said that I was willing to wear my clothes to bed.” I stripped to my t-shirt and underwear and pushed the covers back. I sat at the edge of the bed. “But you don’t have to.”

Tyler stood in his t-shirt and underwear. He got on his knees between mine. “Tell me what you want, what you need.”

“I need you. I want you to hold me. I want to suck you and hear you moan. I want to make you feel good, and I want to taste you. I want to experience your pumping your seed into my mouth. I loved the way that felt.”

“I did, too, Ethan. You made me feel wanted.” Tyler pulled his t-shirt off.

“You sit on the bed and lay back,” I said to him, and we traded places. I reached up and ran my fingers over his chest. He bent forward and kissed me before reclining. I hooked my fingers into his underwear and pulled them down. His cock was already becoming erect. From this perspective, I had a much better view of his balls. I moved closer, pressing my nose into the hairy sack that held his testicles. There was a slight musky smell, clean and manly. I rubbed my nose up and down and then pushed my tongue out slightly. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed licking his nut sack. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. Tyler gasped, and I ran my tongue around it. I was amazed at how such a small act can bring such pleasure to two people.

Allowing the testicle to slip from my mouth, I licked under his balls. I pushed Tyler’s legs up and licked his taint. He continued to moan, but I heard him say, “Fuck, Ethan, that feels so nice.” I got the area extra wet, and with my fingers, I circled the opening to his hole. He responded with an ‘Oh, fuck.’

I lowered his legs and began to lick up and down his shaft. I began to play with his foreskin, moving it back and forth, before I covered it with my mouth. I tried to lick under the foreskin but it retreated down the shaft. I grasped the base of his cock and massaged it with my thumb as I began to suck up and down this rigid dick.

One hand held the base of Tyler’s cock while I sucked up and down. My other hand rubbed my crotch. In the back of my mind, I wondered what it would feel like to have Tyler suck me while I sucked him. I imagined that he was fondling my penis through my underwear, and I began to suck him faster. The sensations from my hands, the taste on my tongue, the wetness of his dick moving in and out of my mouth, added to the sounds of Tyler’s moans, excited me more and more.

I’m not sure how I sensed the tightening of Tyler’s abs, but I did in the seconds just before his dick spasmed and filled my mouth. Moments later my cock spewed forth the contents of my balls into my underwear. I swallowed most of the cum and sat back on the floor with a sense of contentment.

Tyler sat next to me on the floor and kissed me. I shared a small amount of the cum I had not yet swallowed. I felt his hand move toward my dick. He pulled back slightly, “Fuck, baby, you came while sucking me?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” said Tyler.

“You’re fucking hot,” I replied.

“And you’re fucking cute.”

“And you’re a fucking hunk.”

“And you’re fucking sexy.” Tyler laughed.

“Let’s rinse off. I want to sleep next to your naked body.

“I just need to slip these man panties off my foot, and I’m ready for bed.”

“Ty, I’m sure you got a little sweaty because, honestly, your pits are stinky.”

“You just want me to shower with you.”

“Maybe,” I chuckled.  “Come on.”

Tyler suspects that Ethan has been the victim of sexual assault.  He'll know the truth after their boating trip.