Chasing Tyler

Josh followed the Jeep around the town square and eastward to the commercial district where he knew Tyler would either pull in at the burger joint or cruise the parking lot at the old bowling alley. He kept his distance, not wanting Tyler to know he was being followed. It was probably unwarranted for everyone in high school cruised the same route. A traffic signal turned red, and the Jeep braked. Josh followed suit until he was stopped right behind him. He looked at the back of the front seat and the ball cap that hovered above it. An arm reached out and changed the radio then the cap turned to look at a passing car as the horn honked three times very quickly.

Josh looked at the oncoming headlights realizing they belonged his brother, James. In the rearview mirror, he saw James do a u-turn and pull up behind the stopped traffic. Frowning at his misfortune, he knew Tyler and James would hook up, therefore stopping him from any chance of accidently bumping into Tyler.

The light turned green, and Tyler pulled away and Josh accelerated to keep pace. They passed the Food Lion, the old drive-in, and continued until the road widened from a two-lane with a turn lane to a four-lane with a turn lane. He knew Tyler was probably going to the bowling alley for that is where James and he often hung out, eating crinkle French fries, drinking sodas, and flirting with the girls that came for the attention.

Josh knew it didn’t matter, for he had not approached Tyler one time since getting his driver’s license a month ago and coming out to cruise around town. Not once had he attempted one of his scenarios dreamed up that would let him just hang out with Tyler. He knew it was an obsession that could get him into trouble. His brother often caught him staring at Tyler when they were hanging out at home playing video games. Did he know what was behind those looks? James had never said anything, but over the last year the questioning looks from him increased in frequency.

As he followed the Jeep, the memory of the first time he saw him arose vividly in his mind. He was twelve and James was fourteen. The school year had begun, and he was now in middle school, seventh grade, and James was in his last year at the school, in the ninth grade. Fall had not arrived, and the hot sultry days of summer lingered. He had waited at school for James to come out, the two of them riding bikes home together, but James walked out with someone new, a boy he had never seen before. Next to James with his blonde hair and fair skin, the boy looked dark and mysterious. A hand combed through thick wavy black hair and as the two boys came to the bike rack, he undid the buttons of his shirt until it fell open.

Josh had stared at the tanned skin tone of the flat chest and stomach, then up at the smiling face, wondering who was this boy? On the ride home, struggling to keep up with the older boys, he listened intently for any information about the boy. He caught a name: Tyler. A move from the mountains and his mother part Cherokee. Then something about the new garden shop that had opened up in town. Later he would learn the owners of the shop were Jonathan and Amber Robbins, who had moved from Franklin to Lincolnton where they thought their dream of a small garden shop would flourish. There was only one child: Tyler. And Tyler became James’ best friend, and for him, the focus of his obsession, how some other boys captured his attention, made him feel different. How he felt some attraction to them, something he knew the meaning. As the year progressed and Tyler was at their home a lot, the realization of his attraction and how it focused on the older boy more and more as time went on, made him utter the word late at night when he was alone in the dark. He had laid in bed so many nights, staring up the ceiling dimly illuminated by the streetlight in front of their home, and whispered the word. Let it slip cautiously from his lips. Gay.

Tyler had been loud, boisterous, his presence in a room seemed to fill every corner of it. He was constantly grabbing James around the neck, wrestling him to the floor or on the bed, or playfully punching on the upper arm. Josh had watched this contact between the older boys, jealous of James wishing he had been on the receiving end of Tyler’s roughhousing.

A turn signal, then brakes lights, and Tyler slowed to turn, and as expected it was into the parking lot of the bowling alley. Josh looked in the rearview mirror as he slowed behind Tyler and saw his brother’s Toyota pickup give a turn signal. Tyler turned and he sped up continuing down the road, too fearful to turn and frustrated by it.

Josh sat next to his parents watching James cross the stage to take his diploma. James shook the principal’s hand then held up both hands in celebration. Josh turned his attention to Tyler still seated. Those whose last names began with f, then g, continuing until finally to the last names beginning with r, and Tyler Robbins was called to come to the stage. He watched the tall, muscular young man climbed the steps and cross the stage. He knew what that body looked like in swim trunks, with its flat stomach and pecs clearly defined. He knew the bulging biceps and muscular shoulders, and the strong legs that carried it. And he knew the round ass that jeans fit snuggly over and the crotch that bulged with cock. When Tyler wore that certain pair of worn frayed jeans, he knew the shape of the cock, and how it lay to the right, and how there were times when James wasn’t looking Tyler would have to adjust it.

When the graduation ceremony finally wrapped up everyone stood outside the gym taking pictures and making final plans for the parties that were happening that night. Josh stood by his father as his mother took pictures. James and Tyler standing with the school behind them. Then Susan joined them, then Sam and Beth, then Robert, Cathy and Maria, each getting their picture taken with James and Tyler.

“Come on, Josh, let’s get a picture together,” called out Tyler.

Josh stood stunned and he saw his brother look from Tyler to him, just as surprised. Tyler had never ignored him, but James and he never included him in any of their activities. He was always James’ little brother, even though James was five foot nine and Josh was now six foot one.

“Come on, get over here,” said Tyler.

Josh moved to stand next to Tyler who stood in the middle. He sensed it, how they were nearly the same height, but Tyler was so much more muscular. But he also sensed something else. The quick glances by Tyler, the grinning face, and as they posed, the arm that came around his neck pulling them close together.

“If you’d put some meat on these bones, you would be chased all the time,” Tyler whispered then laughed.

Josh blushed, not sure if it was the usual reference to his skinny frame or the idea of being chased. Oddly enough there were girls that had pursued him, made advances that were embarrassing.

“Okay boys, look this way.”

The summer had been a whirlwind of activity, none more distracting than Tyler coming over to hang out with James. It was their last summer of freedom, Tyler called it, and the two graduates played video games for hours on end, took off for hikes in nearby parks, spent a week down on the beach and long weekends camping in the mountains. When they were around the house Josh wanted them to leave, to have Tyler out of sight, thinking he would be out of mind. But when they were gone, he wanted them to come back. He knew the fall would be tough when James and Tyler left for college.

Two years. It seemed impossible that two years had passed since James and Tyler had graduated. But junior, then senior year had kept him so busy the school years passed quickly. And the summers were worse for James would be home for the summer, but not Tyler, who stayed on campus, working part-time jobs and taking one or two classes.

James would never say, but something had happened. Tyler was not himself when he did visit over the breaks between semesters. Josh found himself time and time again staring at him wondering what made the goofy, joking around Tyler change. James had mentioned something about Tyler’s dad and the divorce from last fall, which made Tyler not want to come home.

Josh wished he knew more about it, why after months since the divorce Tyler and his dad were on the outs. He imagined scenarios where he exploited it as a way to get close to Tyler. He imagined comforting him or being encouraging. He imagined all sorts of ways he could be with him.

James had taken off for Myrtle Beach with his girlfriend and his parents were gone to Wilmington to visit relatives. It left Josh alone and he cruised around Lincolnton until bored. He drove around the square one more time then headed east on 27 knowing on the other side of 321 the road would curve south and straight into Charlotte. He crossed over 321 and had to slow when a Jeep turned out in front of him heading in the same direction.

Josh knew immediately it was Tyler. He would recognize the silver Jeep anywhere, with its AT and NC State stickers on the back bumper. Slowing to put more distance between them, he followed Tyler. He followed him through Iron Station, Alexis, Stanley, and Mt. Holly.

Tyler got on I-485 and Josh hesitated nearly too long to turn, but at the last minute he moved on the access ramp. He worried where Tyler would be going at this time of night, already past nine, and he worried about being seen following him. He accelerated up the ramp, keeping the Jeep in sight but back far enough he knew Tyler would only see headlights and not enough about his car to know it was him.

Traffic was light and he let a Miata slip in between them since he could easily look over it. It wasn’t long and the signs for I-85 appeared, and Tyler slowed, easing over to the ramp to take I-85 north toward Charlotte.

Josh had been to Charlotte often, but not on this section of highway and it made him feel anxious. He wondered where Tyler was going and why so late. It had to be a bar or club, or maybe it was simply a late dinner. The exit for the airport soon appeared and once again Tyler eased onto the ramp to exit. Josh slowed and followed him down the ramp. Was Tyler going to the airport to pickup someone? It was all he could think until he saw Tyler turn left, not right.

“Where is he going?” Josh uttered aloud.

Turning left he followed Tyler under the interstate and up the hill. Tyler slowed, giving a right signal. Josh slowed but refrained from signaling, afraid Tyler would see it. He didn’t consider how there was no way Tyler could know a car had followed him all the way from Lincolnton. Up the hill and around a sharp curve, the Jeep slowed and turned into a drive. There was no sign by the road and the building faced the other way, toward the interstate that ran along the other side of the property. The parking lot appeared full, but the Jeep drove into it and disappeared as it moved in front of the building. Josh eased into the parking lot and saw a space on the near side of the building. He parked and waited. Two guys went in, then four more. They were for the most part older, thirties, forties, and older. He could hear the old disco music coming from the courtyard space that sat at the back of the building and over the fence he saw a rainbow flag.

Stomach turning into knots, Josh realized he was sitting outside a gay bar waiting for Tyler to go in. There was movement at the front door, and he looked over in time to see two men enter in leather gear.

Josh had seen such online but never in person. It made it real. The reality of a gay bar something very physical. Inside were men looking for other men. He wondered how long he would sit in the parking lot before leaving. He was only eighteen, a recent graduate of high school and felt there was no way he could get in anyway. Then he saw Tyler come into the light at the front door. A snug white t-shirt that accentuated the muscular upper body and faded worn jeans that hung low on the waist. Without hesitating for a second, Tyler pulled the door open and disappeared inside.

Tyler got in…and he’s only twenty.

Josh considered it, how Tyler was inside among those men. He felt left out. He felt like he did when he was fourteen and Tyler was sixteen and had a driver’s license. He felt like he was missing too much sitting in the car. He felt jealous.

Hand literally shaking, he reached for the pull and opened his door. The interior light came on and he felt like he was in a spotlight. Hey, look at me, just an eighteen-year-old kid wanting to come in!

Josh crossed the gravel parking lot, climbed the steps until under the porch. The door was solid wood revealing nothing within. Only the muted sound of music playing spoke of the bar within. He would have to commit before it would reveal its secrets. The large wood handle firmly in his grasp, he pulled it open. Music grew louder and he saw the bar ran from the door straight back into the darkness, the bright porch light temporarily blinding him. He stepped over the threshold and saw men at the bar swivel around and stare at him. Some even smiled.

“ID and five bucks if you’re not a member,” came a voice from behind the bar. Josh turned to see a man waiting for him to hand over his driver’s license and the money. He pulled out his driver’s license then a twenty from his wallet and handed them over.

“Hold out your hands,” said the man, and Josh held out both hands, palms up. “Turn them over,” the man added, and Josh turned his hands over, palms down. He watched the man mark both with a large ‘X’, the put a band around his right wrist. “Don’t think about trying to buy alcohol. We don’t need the ABC on our ass: got it?”

“Yes,” Josh replied as he took his change from the man.

Josh moved further into the room surveying it. It was low ceilinged and dark. A man was at the back behind a low wall under on spotlight and by the way he was bouncing on his feet and moving it was obvious he was responsible for the music. The room was no more than twenty-five feet or so wide and through a doorway he saw another room, smaller, more brightly illuminated by the low light over the pool table. Looking back at the bar he saw most of the men had turned back into their little groups or facing the back bar sipping a beer or cocktail. A few still stared at him and he diverted his eyes, not wanting them to think he was interested. He was interested in only one person inside the bar, wherever Tyler now took up a position. But first he needed a drink. Something to wet his dry throat and to hold in his hands. It was a bar and a person had to have a drink in their hands to fit in.

“Coke?” Josh asked at the bar. It came out as a question, and he knew how it made him look. He saw the man next to him look up and smile.

The half-finished drink in hand, Josh stood along the wall watching four guys play 8-ball. There were banked shots and gentle shots that pushed the cue ball across the table so slow Josh wondered if it had enough momentum to knock the targeted ball into the pocket. He watched one pair pull away from the other, making a run on the striped balls until only the black 8-ball remained. And he watched the door at the back of the room as men came and went. It led to the patio area, and from what he could see the first section was covered and he thought there might be another bar located underneath.

He also knew that somewhere out there was Tyler.

Pushing off the wall, Josh made his way to the door. It was heavier than he anticipated but once swinging open moved as if on its own. He stepped out into the dimly lit canopy. A bar sat to his left and straight ahead a screen wall and another door. Another passage deeper into this place. Another barrier to be crossed.

Tyler was nowhere to be seen and those sitting and standing at the small bar were laughing and joking around, or in deep conversation as were the three at the far end. A few turned to look at him and he felt their stares. This sizing him up. He’d never experienced such an open appraisal. Looks that spoke to some human want or need. The looks of men who desired other men. Looks that desired him. It pleased and terrified him.

He walked across the wood floor, feeling it flex and give under the weight of each step, and through the screen door. The canopy extended another fifteen feet or so and men stood around tall tables bantering back and forth. Josh quickly surveyed the groups until satisfied Tyler was not among them, and he continued around the patio area as it wrapped around the back of the building.

Josh moved around the building, seeing the patio narrowed along the back. A bench seat was built along the fence and groups of men sat in conversation. None were Tyler and he kept strolling ahead. There was a small, raised porch to his right with men sitting or standing in two groups, and he hoped Tyler wasn’t there for it was too tight for comfort. He rounded to the other side of the building seeing it was just a sitting area that was darker, less illuminated, and he hesitated. A guy walked past and entered the area going over to some men standing by the fence holding out two beers. There wasn’t nothing nefarious about the space and he decided to proceed into it.

“Joshua! What are you doing here?” Tyler exclaimed, grabbing Josh by the arm, and spinning him around.

“OH, Tyler…hey.”

“Hey? Hey? Josh, why are you here?”

Josh saw the look; the way Tyler was questioning him for his presence.

“Why are you here?” Josh asked.

Tyler froze, then looked straight up and grimaced. When he looked down back at Josh, there was resignation in his expression.

“Josh…I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“I knew you were gay.”

“You did? How?”

“Josh, are you kidding? I’m surprised your oblivious brother hadn’t figured it out the way you used to stare at me.”

“So, James doesn’t know about you?”

“No…not really.”

Josh looked around seeing some watching them, then he looked at Tyler.

“Most of the men here are older. Is that what you like?”

“It’s just the nearest bar, the first one I would come upon.”

“Have you been here before?”

“No. Have you?”

“No!” Josh blurted out, then lowered his voice. “No, I’ve never been to any g-g-gay bar.”

“Come on, let’s sit down,” said Tyler, moving to the bench without looking back to see if Josh was following.

Josh watched him move to a gap between two groups of men and sit. There was a questioning look then a pat on the empty bench next to him and Josh walked over and sat. They were silent for a long time, both just staring ahead, Tyler at the opposite wall and Josh down at the ground. The silence grew until it was unbearable to Josh.

“So, you’re really gay?”

“Yep. And you?” Tyler replied.

“Yeah…I guess.”

“You guess?”

“No, I know…I’m gay.”

“And you like me?”

Josh heard the question, and it made his mouth go dry. It brought up all his anxieties that prevented him from approaching Tyler in the past. Without looking at Tyler, he nodded. He heard Tyler take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Your brother would kill us both. You know that right?”

“What? Why?”

“Me messing around with his little brother and…”

Tyler didn’t say it. Didn’t need to for he just knew James would freak out about them being gay, and which would be worse to James, being gay or messing around with his best friend?

“I know a diner that stays open late. You want to go get something to eat?” asked Tyler.

Josh followed Tyler. Each step landed in nearly the same spot Tyler had placed his foot. Across the asphalt parking lot and into the rear door of the hotel. Josh felt his heart racing as he thought of their conversation at the diner. The argument made against them doing anything and his push back against it. They were only two years apart, less than his mother and father. They knew each other. And the argument that clinched it for him: he wanted his first time to be with Tyler, someone he trusted. So, he was going down a carpeted corridor of a hotel. A hotel by the interstate down near the airport, one he had failed to notice the brand. It could have been any one of several brands with its faux stucco walls in garish colors and long boxy shape of rooms stacked and aligned in neat orderly fashion. Tyler had suggested it and when he asked why not go back to his home for everyone was gone, Tyler pushed back. Said he couldn’t do it with him under that roof. A digital bell rang, and the elevator doors slid open.

Josh entered first standing at the back in the left corner away from the controls. He watched Tyler push the fourth-floor button then step back so they stood side by side. The number changed from one to two to three and Tyler giggled.

“What is it?” asked Josh as the elevator dinged for the fourth floor and the doors slid open.

“You know this makes you a floozy.”

“Huh?”

“I pick you up in a bar and we end up at a hotel. Wait until James finds out what a floozy he has for a brother.”

“You’re not…” Josh blurts out as he followed Tyler into the corridor.

“Relax. I’m not about to tell your brother. Are you crazy?” Tyler interrupted as he checked the numbers on the wall. “This way,” he added as he headed to the left.

Josh followed, heart racing and feeling short of breath. He has imagined doing this with Tyler so often but now that it is about to happen, he felt anxious. He looked at the muscular body in front of him and wondered how Tyler would respond to seeing him naked. The collar bone that was prominent and the flat chest and long limbs. Would Tyler find him attractive in any way. Then he worried about whether, or not he could respond, then if he did would he get off too quickly.

“This is our room,” said Tyler slipping the plastic card in the reader. The red light changed to green, and Tyler opened the door.

Josh followed him and suddenly felt like an adult in a way he had not done so before. He was here with a man to have sex. There was no pretense to it being anything else. There was a rush of naughtiness to it. Did other adults feel this way? He stood at the edge of the main room watching Tyler close the curtain then change the temperature on the air conditioning unit below the window. There was only one light on, a lamp on a side table, and Tyler went to it.

“Turn on the bathroom light,” said Tyler.

Josh turned around and slid his hand up the wall just inside the door until he felt the switch turning on both lights. The one over the mirror and the one in the center of the small ceiling. He fumbled with the switches, shutting off the one over the mirror. When he turned and stepped into the room it was dark, the only light shining from behind. He saw Tyler standing at the foot of the far bed. The t-shirt lifted over his head then tossed carelessly on the floor. Dark tanned arms moving, hands at the jeans, undoing them, spreading them open, then working them down as shoes were kicked off.

“Come on Josh, get out of your clothes,” Tyler whispered.

Josh watched as the jeans were worked off while he unbuttoned his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. Tyler worked one foot then the other free as he slipped the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. As he worked his jeans open Tyler slipped his boxers down and kicked them off. Standing before him naked, Tyler gave a tug on his elongating cock, while Josh struggled to get each leg free.

Tyler moved to him.

“Let me,” Tyler whispered as he dropped to his knees. As Josh braced himself on one shoulder holding up one foot then the other, Tyler tugged the jeans off and tossed them into the darkness behind him. Josh held his breath as hands grazed up each leg, as Tyler kissed his right thigh, then along the waistband of his boxers. He closed his eyes as Tyler moved over the front of his boxers, pressing lips against his cock, moving from base to the head. He grew aroused, opened his mouth, and gasped for breath as the lips closed over the head through the thin fabric. Teeth lightly bit down on it, then lips cocooned it, sucked at it, then pulled back letting the tongue have room to drag over the head, along the shaft, back and forth until the boxers were wet and transparent.

“Tyler,” Josh uttered.

Tyler moaned as he mouthed the head.

Josh felt fingers at the waistband on each hip. The tug outward then the tug down slipping them down. Tyler used his mouth to tug the front out over his expanding cock, then let them drop to his ankles in a wet heap.

“Fuck,” Josh exclaimed as he felt the lips encircle the head of his cock and slid down it, taking inch after inch. Hands held each ass cheek. Then fingers dug down between them and pulled the cheeks apart as lips moved on his hardening cock. He fought the urge to work his hips, to shove his cock down Tyler’s throat. He shivered at the manipulation by the tongue and moaned as fingers raked up and down has ass. The touch of so private a place, the insistent rub over his tight opening, one only he had dared touch before.

Tyler was noisy, slurping and sucking on his cock. Then there were the contacts between their bodies. The rub of the chest against his thigh, the poke and rub on one calf that could only be Tyler’s cock. Then there were the fingers stroking his arousal, rubbing up and down then pressing against his tightness. He rocked his hips, pushed cock deep into Tyler’s mouth choking him, then tugging outward letting the tongue tortured the head once again. He shivered with the manipulation and grew so aroused he could barely stand. Then he shuddered, cried out far too loud, as a finger bore into his depths. It piston inside him, pushing inward then tugging out. He loosened to its manipulation and began to imagine stretching open for something other than Tyler’s fingers. He wanted his cock. He wanted to feel it stretch him open and sink into his depths. When the finger pulled out, he almost cried out ‘no’ but then shuddered with the pain of stretching open as two fingers bore into him.

Tyler pulled off his cock and slipped the fingers from his hole.

“Let’s get on the bed,” Tyler whispered.

Josh lay on his back and saw clearly for the first time Tyler. Saw the muscular body from head down to the knees. Saw the hard cock sticking straight out, thick, and long with a wide flared head. A hand stroked it until it glistened wetly in the dim light.

“What do you want me to do?” asked Tyler.

“I want…” Josh didn’t know how to say it, how to tell Tyler he wanted to experience all of it. He looked at Tyler wondering if Tyler could see the desire in his face. The need. “…to feel all of it…everything,” he whispered, the words a struggle to say.

Tyler climbed on the bed on his knees and moved up between his legs. He knew what to do, lifting them up letting Tyler take each by the ankle. Spread wide apart, Josh felt how exposed he became to Tyler. Nothing was hidden. Noting was sacred. He clutched at the bed as he watched the wet dripping cock moved toward him. A touch, then a wet rub along his ass. His legs were pushed further apart as the cock pressed against his tightness. Another push.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Tyler uttered as he pushed again.

“OH!” Josh cried out as the cock breached his tightness. He felt Tyler’s slow push. He shivered as he stretched to take each inch sinking into his depths. He felt each one. The way every inch worked through his tightness until he gasped for breath.

“You okay?” Tyler asked.

“Yes! Don’t stop,” Josh uttered as he threw his head back. Tyler pushed another inch into his hole, and he moaned, then he pushed with his hips, arcing his back, to take another. He wanted every inch. He wanted to feel Tyler inside him: all the way.

Then Josh felt Tyler press against his ass, and he knew every inch of Tyler’s cock was inside him. Tyler moved over him, pushing his legs down until knees were pressed down on the mattress. He was folded in half and held down. His ass angled up and looking between them, he saw Tyler’s thick cock piston in his hole. Upward, until nearly slipping free, then plunging inward, all the way, hips smacking against his ass. Tyler’s pace increased, getting faster and faster. Hands held his wrists down and their grip tightened as Tyler moved with greater urgency. The bed rocked beneath them as Tyler began to hammer cock into his depths. He wanted to cry out, to beg him to fuck harder, but all he could do was moan and grunt as the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the room.

“Fuck…Josh…take me, take me,” Tyler exclaimed after rearing up and shoving inward hard. He hammered his hips against Josh’s upturned ass as his cock spurt wad after wad into the depths of Josh’s hole.

Tyler fell to his back next to Josh. He was gasping for breath as he lay still for a short time. Then he reached over, running his fingers over skin on the verge of sweat. It was ticklish and erotic and teasing the way Tyler moved them over the stomach then down to the leaking cock.

Josh sucked in his breath as fingers took his cock and toyed with it. Grazing along the shaft, then rubbing the head until it was wet with its slick.

“Your turn,” Tyler uttered, sitting up, then rolling to his knees.

Josh watched the muscular body straddle his waist. He clutched at the bed as ass rubbed over his cock and when Tyler let his weight pin it between them, he felt the flex of his own arousal.

“Fuck, Tyler,” Josh uttered.

“Yeah, fuck,” Tyler repeated as he raised himself on knees until hovering over Josh’s waist. He reached back and toyed with Josh’s cock, then held it up as he moved his ass over and down until it pressed against his tight opening. “Oh yeah,” he uttered as he eased down.

Josh watched his cock disappear. He felt it, the tightness of the opening as it slid down his cock. He struggled to remain still, letting Tyler set their pace. Tyler let his body drop down so slowly it was painful. Inch, by slow painful inch squeezed through the tight opening. Josh saw Tyler shudder and where the light hit his torso, the skin would glisten wetly.

Josh took each ankle and held on for dear life as Tyler began to move upward. He felt the tightness drag up his cock until only the head remained inside him. Then he felt the slow descent, as Tyler took him again. Over and over and over, Tyler moved up and down on his cock, taking more and more, until he was smacking down on Josh’s hips. The bed rocked beneath them as Tyler rode Josh with a great urgency. Josh saw Tyler’s cock harden as it smacked down on his stomach. Each wet smack making him feel more aroused.

Josh reached to take Tyler in hand, but Tyler leaned back, legs spread, and worked his ass up and down faster, harder, until Josh didn’t feel the up and down movement, only the stroking of his arousal to the point of release. He clutched each ankle and watched as Tyler took his own cock in hand, stroking with such a furious pace his hand was a blur.

The room seemed to close in around them and the only thing Josh could sense was Tyler’s body and his own. The scent of sweaty flesh and leaking cock. Then he smelled cum, strong in the air, as Tyler came again, raining cum down on his own chest and stomach. It was too much, and Josh shoved upward, hard, nearly throwing Tyler off, and came. He shuddered with each ejaculation as his cock spurt wad after wad into Tyler’s depths.

Then he collapsed flat on his back with arms thrown out to his side as he felt ass grind down on his spent cock.

“Let’s shower off,” said Tyler standing by the bed holding out a hand.

Josh took it and let Tyler pull him to his feet, and followed him into he bathroom. Soon the shower ran hot, steaming up the small room, as Josh stepped into the shower behind Tyler.

“Wash by back for me…please?” uttered Tyler.

Josh took the soap and twirled it in his hands then ran soapy hands and the small bar over Tyler’s shoulders, around the back and down to the ass. He saw Tyler bend slightly, with the cheeks parting a little from the move, and he took it as a sign he could do what he wanted. He rubbed each cheek, then slipped fingers between them. He ran them slowly up and down and when his fingers moved over the wrinkled opening, he rubbed one finger in circular motions over it until Tyler was pushing back against it. He wanted to feel what it was like, the penetration, then the soft warmth of the hole. He knew it would be similar to his own, but he didn’t care, for it was Tyler and he wanted to feel inside him, to feel his finger breach that tight wrinkled opening and sink into him as far as he could reach. He pushed the finger inside Tyler, worked it around feeling the softness within. Then he piston it through the tight opening and when Tyler moaned and pushed back again, he slipped it free then buried two fingers inside him.

“Fuck, Josh, you bastard,” Tyler uttered as he rested his head against the tiled wall and reached back and spread his ass. “Do it, do it…fuck me again.”

Josh then realized how it aroused him, his own cock nearly rock hard. He stroked it a few times feeling the shaft harden, then he put it to Tyler and shoved forward, burying it inside him. Tyler howled, shuddered with the penetration, then worked his ass back and forth, fucking himself on Josh’s cock.

Josh leaned against the glass door and watched Tyler move on his cock. The tug on it with the move of ass away from him, then the tight squeeze milking his shaft as the ass swung back until pressed against his hips. Over and over until he couldn’t take it, unable to hold still with the manipulation, and he pushed forward, pressing the larger body against the wall and he fucked. Fucked hard, driving into Tyler’s depths. His hips smacked against the firm round ass and his chest rubbed the slick back. He wrapped an arm around Tyler’s neck and pulled him back, upright, as he drove cock into his depths. He reached around with the other hand and took Tyler’s hard cock. He stroked it, roughly, unable to keep a steady rhythm. But he was relentless, keeping his hand moving along with his hips.

Tyler shuddered and Josh saw cum splatter the wall, then he felt the slickness of it as he kept stroking the spurting cock. Tyler squirmed and shook and pushed back as he shoved forward.
“Tyler…take me…please,” Josh begged as he thrust inward and pumped out his second load.

Josh woke to the cheap clock radio coming on. He rolled to his back and looked at the ceiling grinning with the memory of the night with Tyler. He felt the bed to his side, then looked to the other bed wondering if Tyler was in it. It was still made up. He sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes and looked around the dark room. He looked toward the foyer to see if there was light from the bathroom. Not only was it dark, but there was no sound coming from it.

Turning on the lamp, the bright light made him squint, but eventually he noticed the note underneath his cellphone. He made him short of breath, worried that the thing he most wanted in the world had gotten away from him while he slept. With shaking hand, he slipped the note free and unfolded it, seeing Tyler’s messy handwriting.

Josh,

It was a mistake. I know it and soon you’ll realize it too. I should have told you no, but deep down I wanted it too. More than I want to admit, but I’m a fuck up from a fucked-up family and if the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, then you need to forget about me. I hope last night can just be a first time for you and there are others that come to take my place allowing you to forget me. 

You have to be out of the room by ten and I set the alarm for eight to give you time to get ready. Don’t come by my house looking for me, for I won’t be there. I’m not staying home any longer than I have to and will be hitting the road to go back to Raleigh before you get back. 

Take care of yourself and I hope you have the courage to live your life, the one you deserve.

Tyler

Josh held the note in a trembling hand as tears trickled down his cheeks. He sat staring at the note until it was a blur, then he wadded it up and threw it across the room, his sadness turning into anger.

“Dammit, Tyler,” he uttered aloud in the quiet room.

He wondered how he would move on after last night. He questioned everything about the situation, trying to figure out what Tyler was thinking to write such a note. He began to scheme and plan, coming up with different scenarios on what to do. And the first thing in each, and every one of them was to call his brother. He looked at the clock seeing it was a quarter to nine. He had time to grab another shower then head out for something to eat. He had an outline of a plan in his head, and it gave him some confidence, and it gave him his appetite.

Josh was on the road heading back to Lincolnton. He drove slowly along the old highway, past barns and mechanic shops and small strip centers anchored by a grocery store. As he neared Lincolnton, he saw it was a nearing eleven. Late enough he told himself as he picked up his cellphone and called his brother. He drove over 321 as the phone rang for the third, then fourth time. On the fifth ring, James finally picked up.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” asked James, sounding worried.

“Nothing is wrong,” Josh replied, leaving out the heartbreak and anger he was feeling toward Tyler.

“Then why the call?”

“I need to know what is going on with Tyler and his father.”

“What? Tyler?”

“Yes. Tyler. What is going on with him?”

“Why do you want to know that? He doesn’t like people gossiping about it.”

“I’m not going to gossip about him, but I need to know.”

“You need to know,” James replied, and Josh heard it, what James wasn’t saying.

“You know, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know all about his father and…”

“Not that.”

James was quiet for a long time and Josh waited him out, determined to make him speak first.

“James,” Josh uttered in a low voice, “do you know about me?”

“I wasn’t sure until now.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Do you have a problem with it?”

“I got past that with Tyler.”

“So, you do know.”

“Yes.”

“Does Tyler’s father know?”

“Yes.”

“And is that why they don’t get along?”

“Part of it.”

“Only part of it?”

“Josh…” said James in an exasperated tone, then he continued in a low voice, urgent and resigned to the situation. “Tyler’s father had been abusing his mother, which is why she left, leaving Tyler behind. At first, everything seemed to be going okay, but when Tyler came home one weekend during fall semester of our freshman year, something happened. Tyler wouldn’t tell me what, but I know his father began to berate him at any provocation. I don’t know how bad it got, but…Josh you can’t tell anyone I told you this, especially Tyler.”

“I won’t say anything.”

“Tyler got a call from his father one day last term telling him to come home the next weekend. Tyler had tried to beg out of it, but his father was insistent. When Tyler came back…” James hesitated, then took a deep breath that Josh could hear over the phone and continued. “He came back with bruises. On his back and arms and…one eye.”

“Did he say what happened?”

“Tyler came out to me, then confessed his father found out when rummaging through his things.”

“He told you? I thought he had…”

“Joshua.”

“Yeah.”

“You like him?”

“Yes.”

“You have to let him go. It won’t work. I love him to death, but he is so broken right now, there is no way…”

“No way? James, listen to yourself. He’s your friend and you’re throwing him under the bus.”

“No…well, I guess but we’re talking about you, little brother and you don’t need this.”

“But I’m not a kid anymore and I think I can make my own decisions.”

James sighed heavily.

“You’re right, Joshua. I know but I’m afraid you’ll just get hurt. If you haven’t already done so.”

James didn’t ask more, and Josh didn’t push further, knowing James felt trapped between them.

“How’s the beach?” Josh asked, changing the subject.

“It’s great and I’ll let you have this one and not ask further. But Josh, think about what I said.”

“Okay. You guys have fun, and we’ll see you next week,” Josh replied then ended the call before James could comment further.

Fifteen minutes later, Josh pulled into the drive to his home and entered the empty house. He walked from the mudroom to his bedroom and sat at his desk. He pulled out a small notebook he used to make notes about his plans, such as what to take to college, what classes he had to take and what professors to try to get and those to avoid, and what organizations on campus he wanted to visit, none more so than the one for students who were gay or lesbian or bisexual or…

It didn’t matter the difference, the group was there for support, and he wondered how much he would need it.

He was forming a plan, considering the sequences and what might work and what would probably be a bad idea. Then he turned to a blank page and wrote a heading. Neat, all caps, centered at the top. TYLER.