No Regrets
The front door closed behind Jake as he entered the house. His body was on some kind of auto-pilot because he didn’t even remember driving home. His mind was whirring, still reeling from what had happened in the showers with Tyler, trying to figure out what it all meant.
He looked around. The house was quiet. He sighed with relief, glad that his family were all out so he wouldn’t have to explain why he was standing in the hallway, his clothes stuck to his damp body, droplets of water still dripping from his hair that hadn’t been dried or styled after he had run from the shower, pulling on what clothes he could as he fled from the locker room.
He dropped his bag beside the door and headed upstairs to the bathroom, turning on the shower to heat up as he began to remove his clothes. He needed to finish showering. He felt dirty, like the gunge was still covering him. But as he dropped his shirt to the floor he caught sight of himself in the mirror and turned around, looking over his shoulder at his reflection. The skin on his back was spotless. There was nothing there. So why didn’t it feel like that?
He looked up at the ceiling as he let out a sigh. He knew why. It wasn’t the gunge or anything else that had been poured over him. It was because he felt like he could still feel Tyler’s hands on his back; the thick fingers running over his shoulders, strong and powerful as they massaged the knot in his muscle.
“Stop it,” he groaned, hoping that saying the words out loud would somehow get the message to his brain to stop thinking about it.
It didn’t.
Tyler’s hands had felt so good on his back, gliding over his skin, working his muscles in a way that no one ever had, not even the professionals who had massaged him after practices or meets. He had melted into that touch and he could still hear the sound of his own moans as Tyler’s fingers worked their magic.
He had been so lost in the moment, so deep in the relief he was feeling that he didn’t notice that his dick had risen up, not just hard but throbbing, standing up against his stomach.
It was only when he felt Tyler’s own hard cock brush against the cheek of his ass before it slipped into the crack, the head of it actually touching his hole, that he realised what was happening and jumped away, spinning around in horror.
He had stared down at Tyler’s cock just long enough to confirm that he hadn’t imagined it. It was real. Tyler was rock hard with precum leaking from the tip. And it really had just slid across his hole, touching him in a place and way that even Evan’s dick hadn’t done yet, not bare, not so close to actually entering him.
Evan! His boyfriend. Fuck!
Jake’s eyes went wide just as they had met Tyler’s and he bolted, turning around and sprinting from the shower, not looking back, not thinking about anything other than needing to get away.
“Fuck…” Jake groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, glad to be locked in the safety of the bathroom at home.
He took a deep breath and then let it out, trying to calm himself down like he did when the nerves started to bubble up before a wrestling match. But it wasn’t working this time. This was completely different. A kind of anxiety he had only felt once before, the night he had wrestled Evan down in his basement and realised that he had wanted to fuck him for the first time. It felt life-altering.
Before he had taken that leap with Evan he had never so much as looked at another guy with want or lust. He hadn’t been questioning or in denial, trying to hide from the truth for years, it had all just come up and hit him like a truck. He felt something for Evan that he had never felt for another guy, a desire that he couldn’t explain. That’s why those feelings had been so hard to accept, why his reaction to Evan had been so extreme, so violent, because it was all so new, so unexpected and his mind just couldn’t process it.
That’s how he felt again now. But it wasn’t because of Evan, who was blissfully unaware of any of this as he spent time at his grandparents’ for their anniversary. No, this was because of Tyler, because of another guy.
Tyler had touched him. Tyler had caused him to get hard. And for the briefest of moments, when he had turned around, eyes moving from Tyler’s stiff seven inch cock, up his incredible body to his piercing blue eyes, he had felt something he had only felt for Evan before - lust.
“No,” Jake said, shaking his head, trying to erase that thought.
He wasn’t attracted to Tyler. He didn’t like men. It was just Evan who made him feel that way, because of the connection they shared.
So why did that feel like a lie? Why did he keep picturing Tyler’s naked body when he closed his eyes? Why did he keep thinking about those arms, those abs, those pecs… that dick?
He tried to shake it off again but he couldn’t. He felt dirty. He felt guilty. Like he was betraying Evan just by thinking about someone else.
But it wasn’t just the thoughts, was it? Tyler’s cock had actually touched his ass. His bare dick had slid against his hole.
Fuck!
A shiver passed through Jake’s body at the memory and he almost thought he could still feel it, the spongy tip gliding across his opening.
He felt his asshole pucker and for the first time ever he had the urge to touch it, to use his finger to see if he could replicate that feeling, to see if it was just the physical contact and the nerve endings that Evan had told him made him feel so good, because he didn’t want to believe the alternative.
Closing his eyes, he reached back, placing his palm flat against his ass cheek. He squeezed it gently, feeling the muscle and the smooth skin, appreciating it in a way he never had before. Then, slowly, he slid his middle finger down into his crack, searching for his hole. But he didn’t get there. Before he even reached it he felt something slick against his finger and pulled his hand back.
He looked down, expecting to see green, a bit of the slime that had dripped down into his crack when it had been poured over him and had run down the back of his singlet, but the liquid on his fingertip was clear. It wasn’t gunge at all and it took him a moment to realise what it was.
“No…” Jake gasped, still staring at his hand.
It couldn’t be.
But he knew that it was.
Tyler’s precum.
Tyler’s dick had been leaking so much when it brushed against him that it had left behind enough to cover his hole and line his crack.
Jake’s whole body trembled and he felt his dick pulse, suddenly realising that he was hard again.
“Oh shit…” He gasped, but he couldn’t stop looking at his finger.
He couldn’t believe it. Tyler’s precum. How was it still there?
He needed to wash it off. It felt like evidence from the scene of a crime that he needed to get rid of.
But he didn’t jump straight in the shower. He didn’t wash it off immediately like he should have. He continued to stare at his finger and bit his lip, fighting the urge to bring his hand up to his face, to smell it, maybe even taste it.
What the fuck?
That thought spooked him. How could he want to taste it? What was wrong with him?
Before he could dwell on it more or even reconsider doing it he stepped into the shower and put his hand under the hot water, washing the precum away. The relief he felt when he did that made his whole body feel lighter and his muscles relax. He quickly grabbed his shower gel, pouring some into his hand so he could lather up his ass, hesitating for only a second before he slid his fingers into the crack and scrubbed it clean, making sure to wash away every drop of Tyler that had been left behind.
*
Jake lay back on his bed with eyes closed and his hard dick in his hand. He was stroking back and forth, up and down the length, using nothing but his own spit as lube.
“Oh God, yeah!” He moaned, thrusting up into his hand as his back arched up off the bed. “Suck my dick.”
He ran his hand over his body, tracing the line of his pec, flicking the nipple lightly with his thumb as it passed, and then moving down over his abs, feeling each one beneath his palm and then sliding it lower so he could wrap his fingers around his balls, giving them a quick tug. The whole time he was stroking his cock with his other hand, not once letting the rhythm falter.
“Oh fuck…” He groaned, still stroking, rolling his balls around with his fingers and moving his hips to simulate the feeling of the mouth that he imagined was sucking him.
“Damn, Ev. I wish you were here,” he whimpered, bucking up into his hand, imagining that his boyfriend was knelt between his legs, holding and sucking his dick, instead of still being on the other side of the state at his grandparents’ house.
“God, I want to fuck you so bad,” he moaned, arching his back and pushing his hips up, his shoulders and feet the only parts of him actually touching the bed as he now thought about Evan riding him, sitting on his cock as he thrust up into him.
“Fuck your ass feels so good,” he panted, lowering himself back down to the bed but still fucking up into his fist. “Oh yeah, ride me, Ev. Bounce on my cock.”
He continued to stroke himself, alternating between fast and slow movements, trying to replicate how it felt to really fuck Evan’s ass, even if it wasn’t close to being the same.
“I love having my bare cock inside you, Ev,” Jake continued as he jerked a little faster. “It feels so good. Knowing I get to breed you.”
A huge drop of precum bubbled up out of the slit of his cock and he thought he was going to cum, but he wasn’t quite there yet.
His dick slapped down against his stomach as he let go of it and rolled over on the bed, pushing himself up until he was on his knees. He then bent down, placing one hand on the mattress to hold himself up before he he reached down with his free hand and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He started to thrust into his fist, pumping his hips back and forth so it felt like Evan really was on the bed beneath him, his hard cock sinking into Evan’s tight ass every time he pushed his hips forwards.
“Oh yeah… Oh shit...” Jake moaned as he continued to fuck his fist, a sheen of sweat now covering his muscular body, his chest heaving with his panted breaths.
He looked down and watched his throbbing cock glide through his fingers, the glistening head pushing through past his thumb, his shaft sliding in and out of his palm, one moment seeing most of it, the next almost none. It was just how it looked when he pushed it between Evan’s ass cheeks, disappearing into his tight hole before pulling back out only to be driven back in again.
“Ugh… Ugh… Ugh…” Jake moaned, closing his eyes, picturing that Evan was actually below him, his cock ploughing Evan’s amazing hole, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
Just when he thought he was about to cum, Jake thought he felt a hand slide up his back, instantly finding the knot in his muscle and pushing against it, making his whole body quiver.
His eyes shot open and he jumped up off the bed, spinning around.
There was no one there.
“What the fuck?” he gasped, frantically looking around for the person who had touched him.
He was alone in his bedroom.
He didn’t know what was going on. Surely he didn’t imagine that? It had felt so real. It felt like…
Tyler.
“Fuck!” Jake cursed before throwing himself down on his back on the bed.
His dick had gone limp, lying against his hip, and he let out a frustrated sigh, closing his eyes as his head hit his pillow.
But that only made things worse. Because suddenly he saw Tyler standing in front of him, completely naked, his muscles tight, his cock hard and leaking.
“No!” Jake growled, opening his eyes again and sitting up on the bed.
He knew that it was just a memory. The Tyler in his mind looked exactly the same as he had for that brief moment when they had been facing each other in the shower, except that he was dry and standing in his bedroom with a huge smile on his face. But why would he think of him now, when he was fantasising about fucking Evan? Why had his touch felt so real?
He tried to shake off the image, tried to pretend like the thoughts hadn’t come to him, but they had. He didn’t want to fuck Tyler. He didn’t. Sure he had an incredible body and a nice dick but that meant nothing. He wanted Evan. He was happy with Evan.
So why the fuck was he rock hard again thinking about Tyler?
“FUCK!”
*
When Jake pulled up outside of Evan’s house on Monday morning to drive him to school he was both excited and nervous. He couldn’t wait to see Evan after his weekend away. They had spoken on the phone but it wasn’t the same as actually being with him. He wanted to hold his hand, to kiss his lips. And yet he felt butterflies in his stomach for a different reason; he still hadn’t told him about what had happened with Tyler.
He had wanted to. When they had been speaking the night before, chatting casually, he kept feeling the urge, wanting to blurt it out, not wanting to keep secrets or lie to Evan, but he just couldn’t tell him. He was still trying to process it all in his own head and he didn’t feel ready to talk about it yet, didn’t want to admit to what he’d been thinking.
The last time he had felt so confused, when he started having feelings for Evan, it had caused him to lash out. He didn’t want to hurt Evan again, physically or emotionally. He cared about him too much and he didn’t know how Evan would react to finding out Tyler’s dick had touched his hole before his had. Or that he had thought about Tyler while he’d been jerking off. He felt guilty for even thinking about another guy and he didn’t want Evan to get angry or upset that he had.
When Evan emerged from the house he had a huge smile on his face and a spring in his step. He raced over and hopped into the passenger seat, closing the door behind him.
“Hey,” he grinned.
“Hey, Ev,” Jake smiled, feeling warm inside when he saw the look on Evan’s face.
He didn’t care if anyone saw them. He leaned over and placed a long kiss on Evan’s lips, reaching over to put his hand on the side of Evan’s face.
“I’m happy to see you too,” Evan grinned when Jake pulled back.
Jake chuckled and started the car.
The journey was filled with the usual chatter that accompanied them on their way to school and Jake felt better with every minute that passed. It wasn’t until they pulled up in the parking lot and he saw Tyler standing there in the flesh that all of the thoughts came back to him, crashing into him, knocking him back against his seat.
“Jake?” Evan asked, noticing that something had changed in his expression. “Are you okay?”
Jake turned and looked Evan in the eye. He swallowed hard and nodded his head. He wasn’t okay but he still didn’t want to say why. He saw Tyler looking over at him and knew that he couldn’t let the quarterback know how much what had happened had affected him, so he pushed all of the feelings down, smiled at Evan and stepped out of the car, just hoping to get through the day.
*
“So what did you do with your Ev-free Saturday night then?” Emily asked Jake as they walked down the corridor toward their third period class.
Jake immediately stiffened, wondering if Emily somehow knew about what had happened with Tyler, but then he knew if she did that she would have brought it straight up and wouldn’t have pretended like she didn’t know.
“I was just in my room playing games,” Jake said, trying to sound casual.
“Were you playing by yourself or with yourself?” Emily grinned.
Jake gave her the side eye but couldn’t help smiling himself. If she knew what he actually did and was thinking about she would go insane.
“By myself,” Jake said.
“Shame,” Emily replied. “You could go on one of those cam sites and make a lot of money.”
“Emily!” Jake protested.
“What? You could,” she argued. “You’re hotter than half of the guys I’ve seen on there.”
“And what are you doing looking at cam sites? You’ve got Ryan, haven’t you?” Jake smirked.
“Yes,” Emily confirmed, “I’ve also got a winter coat but that doesn’t stop me looking at other ones.”
“So just looking isn’t a problem?” Jake asked.
Emily turned her head, intrigued by the comment. “Of course not. Why?”
“No reason,” Jake replied.
“No, come on,” Emily said, not wanting to let it go now she had picked up on something. “Have you been looking at someone else?”
“No,” Jake replied a little too quickly, instantly regretting it.
Emily’s eyes widened. “You have. Who is it?”
“I haven’t,” Jake protested.
“Who is she?” Emily asked.
Jake turned his head away and wouldn’t meet her eye.
“No way,” she gasped. She stepped in closer and pulled him against her body, whispering into his ear. “It was another guy?”
Jake stiffened, a huge lump suddenly forming in his throat. He didn’t know how to get out of answering that one and he definitely didn’t want to talk about it in school. That’s when he saw the bathroom just in front of them.
“I’ve got to pee,” he said, quickly pulling away from her and ducking into the bathroom before she could do or say anything else.
He had been so desperate to get away from Emily that he didn’t realise there was someone on the other side of the door until it was too late and he bumped into them, their chests crashing together.
“Oh shit,” Jake gasped. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” a familiar voice replied.
Jake’s head shot up, making eye contact with him.
Tyler.
They both stood silently for the next few seconds, neither one moving, just staring into the other’s eyes.
“Hi,” Tyler said, no louder than a whisper.
Jake’s heart was pounding in his chest and he couldn’t bring himself to look away. He could feel Tyler’s warm breath against his cheek.
“Erm… Yeah… Hi…” Jake stammered, still staring into Tyler’s blue eyes.
Then suddenly the door swung open and hit him in the back, jolting him back to reality. He quickly realised where he was and who was standing in front of him and took advantage of the distraction, scrambling past Tyler, locking himself in the nearest stall.
*
“Aww, yeah,” Jake moaned as the hot water rained down on his shoulders from above.
He put his head down and let the warmth wash over him. It felt so good after the intense workout that he had just put his body through, pounding out his frustrations on the machines in the gym, trying to forget everything that had been going on in his mind and just focus on the weights and the burn that he now felt in his muscles.
He moved his head from side to side and then around in a circular motion until he lifted it and let the warm spray hit his face.
After a few moments of just enjoying the peace, the only sound around him that of the running water, he leaned over and grabbed his shower gel from the little shelf on the wall and poured some into his hands, rubbing them together. He then spread the foam all over his body, running his hands over each of his pecs, gliding down to coat his abs and then coming back up, repeating the move until his torso was almost completely covered.
He stepped back slightly so the water hit his chest and let his head fall back as he used his hands again to wash away the soap suds. He was just about done, feeling like his body was clean, when he felt a pair of hands run across his back, moving first up to his shoulders and then down until they were holding onto his hips.
“Ev…” Jake moaned.
“Guess again,” a voice whispered in his ear.
He jumped away from the hands and spun around.
No.
It was Tyler.
Again.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jake spat, staring at Tyler, waiting for him to answer the question.
“I’m here because you want me to be,” Tyler smiled.
“What are you talking about?” Jake asked.
“Look at me,” Tyler said.
Jake looked into his eyes for a moment but they didn’t meet his for long. Tyler looked down and Jake did the same, his eyes travelling down Tyler’s firm pecs and cut abs until he was staring at his hard cock, the tip glistening with the precum that was leaking from the slit.
“You’re naked…” Jake muttered.
Tyler chuckled. “So are you. We’re in the shower.”
“You’re hard…” Jake breathed.
Tyler smiled and stepped in closer to Jake. He wrapped his hand around Jake’s cock and gave it a quick stroke. “So are you.”
Jake gasped at the touch and then moaned as Tyler’s fingers swirled around the head of his cock.
“What are you doing?” Jake squeaked, looking up into Tyler’s eyes again.
“What I should have done a long time ago,” Tyler whispered, not breaking the eye contact or the slow rhythm that he’d built up as he continued to stroke Jake’s hard cock.
“I can’t do this,” Jake swallowed. “I’ve got a boyfriend.”
“I know,” Tyler nodded, “Evan. He won’t mind. I did this to him once.”
“No,” Jake shook his head. “This isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Then stop me,” Tyler said. “Push me away. Take my hand off your dick.”
Jake didn’t move. He wanted to. He wanted to push Tyler away and bolt from the shower like he had before but for some reason his body wouldn’t allow him to.
“Just what I thought,” Tyler whispered. “You want me.”
“N…” was the only letter that Jake got out of his mouth before it was covered by Tyler’s, their lips coming together in a soft kiss that sent a shiver down his body, causing his cock to pulse in Tyler’s hand.
“I can’t,” Jake protested when Tyler’s lips left his.
Tyler pecked his lips another two times and Jake didn’t realise it but his mouth slowly dropped open. Tyler seized the opportunity and slid his tongue inside.
When their tongues touched Jake knew that he had lost, that there was no stopping what was about to happen. Tyler had won. And he was going to fuck him.
He kissed back hard, reaching up and grabbing the sides of Tyler’s face, holding him in place as he pushed his tongue into Tyler’s mouth now, fighting him for dominance as they began to make out.
“Fuck yeah, Jake,” Tyler moaned when they came up for air. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“So are you,” Jake finally admitted, placing his forehead against Tyler’s.
He looked down at Tyler’s body and lifted his hands up, unable to stop himself as he placed them on Tyler’s chest and slowly ran them around the muscles, taking the time to feel each one, amazed by how big and firm they were.
“You like my chest?” Tyler asked, watching as Jake’s hands caressed his body.
“Yeah…” Jake nodded, still touching it. “It’s amazing.”
“What about my abs?” Tyler asked.
Jake moved his hands down to feel them.
“They’re so hard,” Jake said.
“They’re not the only thing,” Tyler chuckled, making his cock bounce so it came up and hit Jake’s hand.
Jake stood silently, mesmerised by the sight of Tyler’s hard dick, live and in the flesh, brushing against the back of his hand.
“Touch it,” Tyler encouraged.
Jake closed his eyes and moved his hand lower, wrapping his fingers around Tyler’s shaft. It was so hard and yet so soft, hot to the touch and sticky with his precum.
His precum…
Jake pulled his hand away and looked down at it, his palm glistening with the exact same liquid that had been on his fingers just days before. He hadn’t tasted it then but he needed to now.
Instead of lifting his hand he dropped to his knees.
“Holy fuck…” Tyler gasped, looking down at Jake.
Jake wrapped his fingers around the base of Tyler’s cock and gave it a few slow strokes before he leaned in and gently flicked his tongue across the head, his taste buds lighting up with the salty yet sweet flavour of Tyler’s precum.
“Oh shit!” Tyler screamed, feeling Jake’s tongue actually lapping at the tip of his cock.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Jake gasped as he pulled away, but then he leaned back in and did it again.
Tyler stared down, not believing what he was seeing, the star wrestler down on his knees, the head of his dick disappearing between Jake’s lips as he closed his eyes and started to blow him.
“Oh fuck, Jake! Oh fuck!” Tyler gasped. “Suck my cock.”
Jake swirled his tongue around the tip, wanting every drop of the precum that was leaking from Tyler’s dick. As soon as he had got that first taste he was hooked and wanted more.
“Ugh… Ugh… Ugh…” Tyler moaned as Jake began to move his head back and forth, gently bobbing up and down, using his tongue and lips to pleasure every inch as it slid in and out of his mouth.
“Fuck…” Jake groaned when he pulled back again. “You taste so good.”
He leaned back in and kissed the tip of Tyler’s dick twice before once again flicking it with his tongue.
Tyler’s entire body trembled and he had to place a hand on Jake’s shoulder to hold himself up, his knees dangerously close to giving out.
Jake stood back up, staring into Tyler’s eyes before he closed the gap between them, put his hand on the back of Tyler’s head and kissed him again, pushing his tongue into Tyler’s mouth, hoping that he could taste himself on it.
When he broke the kiss, Jake slid his hand down onto Tyler’s shoulder and gently pushed down on it, surprised by how willingly Tyler went with it and sank to his knees.
“You want my cock?” Jake asked, taking his dick in his hand and stroking it a few times.
“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “I’ve wanted it for so fucking long, Jake. Give it to me.”
Tyler opened his mouth and put out his tongue. Jake slapped the head of his cock against it, making them both moan.
“Oh fuck,” Jake groaned. “Suck my cock, Tyler.”
Tyler wasted no time. He dove down on Jake’s dick, swallowing five of the almost seven inches instantly, feeling it hit the back of his mouth before he pulled back and did it all over again, bobbing up and down, savouring the fact that he was actually getting to suck Jake’s cock.
“Mhmmm…” Tyler moaned, his mouth full of Jake’s dick.
He looked up at the wrestler, amazed by how hot he was. He ran his hand up over Jake’s abs and then further to his chest, cupping his pec and gently pinching his nipple, not once faltering or taking his mouth of Jake’s cock as he sucked him, wanting to give him the best blowjob he had ever had.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” Jake moaned. “I thought you were just messing around with Evan to fuck with me but you really do like cock, don’t you?”
Tyler pulled back with a smile. “I love it. Especially yours. It tastes so good.”
He moved down and sucked Jake’s balls into his mouth, tugging on them gently with his lips and rolling them around on his tongue. He then pulled back, loving the sound of them popping out of his mouth and he licked his way up the length of Jake’s shaft, from the base to the tip, and then took him back into his mouth.
Jake’s whole body tingled as Tyler sucked his cock with more enthusiasm than maybe even Evan had, he was swallowing it down, worshipping it, wanting every inch of it inside him.
“Oh fuck, Tyler. Fuck…” Jake panted, his abs tensing with every panted breath. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
Tyler wanted to taste that load and kept going but Jake had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of Tyler’s mouth and lifted him to his feet.
Once again their eyes met and then so did their lips in a heated kiss. When they broke apart Jake put his hand on Tyler’s shoulder and turned him around, pushing him forward so that Tyler had to put his hands up to brace himself against the wall.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” Jake whispered into Tyler’s ear, stepping up and pressing his chest against Tyler’s back, his spit-slick cock sliding into the crack of Tyler’s ass, brushing against his hole this time.
Tyler moaned and lowered his head. “Oh God, yeah! Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me!”
Jake smiled hearing those words coming from Tyler. He was going to fuck him. He was going to put his bare dick in Tyler’s ass and breed him, forever staking his claim as the top athlete in the school.
He held on to Tyler’s hips and thrust back and forth, pushing his cock through the deep valley between Tyler’s muscular butt cheeks. It felt so incredible around his dick and he couldn’t wait to see what the actual hole felt like.
Taking his dick in his hand, Jake looked down, wanting to see the moment that he slipped inside Tyler, the moment when he penetrated him and took that final victory. But when he looked down he saw Tyler’s incredible ass for the first time, so tight and muscular, and he didn’t just want to bury his dick in it, he wanted to feast on it.
Kissing his way down Tyler’s back, Jake lowered himself to his knees. He placed a hand on each of Tyler’s ass cheeks and slowly moved them around, caressing each one before he gripped onto them and pulled them apart, exposing Tyler’s tight, pink jock hole.
“FUCK!” Tyler screamed, trying to grab onto the wall and failing as Jake buried his face between his cheeks and began eating his hole, shoving his tongue into it as if he was making out with it.
“Oh God… Oh God…” Tyler moaned as Jake’s tongue flicked across his hole, circled it and then plunged into the centre, trying to bore its way into his soul.
“Fuck me, Jake! Fuck me!” Tyler pleaded, almost climbing the walls from the sensations passing through his body as Jake devoured his ass.
Jake pulled back and slapped Tyler’s ass.
“You want my dick inside you?” Jake asked.
“Yes!” Tyler cried. “Fuck me.”
Jake held Tyler’s cheeks open and admired his pulsing hole for a second before he spat directly on it and stood up, slipping his dick between the cheeks again, using the head of his bare cock to rub the saliva in.
“No backing out now,” Jake said. “I’m gonna breed you.”
Tyler moaned as Jake pushed his cock forward and sank into his hole, sliding in almost effortlessly until he was balls deep.
“Oh fuck…” Tyler whimpered as Jake’s cock stretched and filled him.
The two stood still with Jake fully sheathed in Tyler’s ass.
“Fuck Jake… you’re actually inside me,” Tyler gasped in disbelief, feeling his ass twitch and spasm around Jake’s cock.
Jake couldn’t believe it either. After everything they had said and done to each other, the harsh words, the bad blood, he could never have imagined that it would end with his cock buried deep in Tyler’s ass.
He pressed his face into the crook of Tyler’s neck and wrapped his arms around Tyler’s muscular body, holding on to him as he held still inside him, his cock being squeezed by Tyler’s hole.
“You’re so tight,” Jake moaned against Tyler’s skin, his hands gripping Tyler’s chest. “Fuck…”
“You’re so thick,” Tyler panted, trying to get used to the feeling of being filled so completely. “Oh God, you’re stretching me open, Jake.”
Jake kissed the back of Tyler’s neck and ran his tongue up to his ear. Hearing Tyler whimper on his cock brought a sense of pride that he’d rarely felt and it did something to him that he couldn’t explain. “You like my fat cock inside you?”
“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “It feels so good, Jake. Just like I imagined.”
“You’ve been dreaming of this?” Jake asked, smiling against Tyler’s neck.
“Yes,” Tyler moaned. “For the past two years. Oh God, you’re so fucking sexy, Jake.”
“Do you want me to start moving?” Jake asked as he ran his hand down Tyler’s body, smiling when he felt Tyler’s hard cock and gave it a quick stroke.
Tyler trembled at Jake’s touch. “Yes. Please. Fuck me.”
“You really want me to fuck you?” Jake asked. “Mr big quarterback, captain of the football team, asking the lowly wrestler to fuck his ass…”
Tyler turned his head and looked into Jake’s eyes. “Yes. You win, okay? Give it to me. Fuck my brains out, Jake.”
Tyler lowered his head and closed his eyes, moaning as Jake slid almost his entire length out of him and then plunged back in, bottoming out in him again.
“Oh shit… Oh shit… Fuck me,” Tyler whimpered and Jake repeated the move, ramming in deep again.
Jake kept up the slow pace, sliding his dick gently out of Tyler’s ass and alternating between driving it back in hard and just easing it in, letting Tyler feel every inch of it as it stretched him back open, pushing on the walls of his ass.
“Faster,” Tyler moaned after almost a minute of Jake long-dicking him.
Jake ran his hands down Tyler’s back and held onto his hips as he increased the pace of his thrusts and actually began to fuck him.
“Ahh… Ahhh… Ahhh…” Tyler groaned every time Jake pushed into him, feeling completely overwhelmed by the fact that Jake really was fucking him.
Tyler’s ass felt so good around his cock that Jake wasn’t in a hurry to pound him, he wanted to enjoy the ride and spend as much time in Tyler’s ass as he could before he filled it with his cum and so he continued at a leisurely pace.
“Aww yeah… Aww yeah…” Tyler groaned as Jake filled him again and again.
Jake leaned back slightly so that he could look down between their bodies, watching as his bare cock slid between Tyler’s cheeks and pushed through his hole, disappearing inside only to reappear seconds later as he pulled out.
He slowed back down and eased his cock out of Tyler’s hole, watching the shaft appear until he saw the head pulling against the ring, trying to get out, and then he gently pushed back in, feeding his entire length into Tyler’s ass before doing it all over again.
After almost a minute of Jake seemingly teasing him, Tyler needed more. “Oh come on, Jake. Fuck me. Hard. Pound my ass.”
Jake smiled, hearing Tyler beg. Instead of fucking him he pulled out completely and slapped his dick against Tyler’s ass. Damn, it really did look thick compared to Tyler’s hole.
“You want this dick?” Jake asked, slapping it on Tyler’s hole this time.
“Fuck yes!” Tyler groaned. “Put it back inside me.”
Jake grinned and looked down, watching as Tyler’s tight hole opened up and swallowed his fat cock.
“Your ass looks so good wrapped around my dick,” Jake said, pushing in deep again.
He pulled back until just the head of his cock remained inside Tyler’s ass and then he thrust forward. His balls pressed against Tyler’s ass and he immediately pulled back and then thrust back in, increasing the speed of his thrusts until was fucking Tyler hard.
“Yes! That’s it,” Tyler moaned as Jake’s cock sliced through him, back and forth, sending little shivers all over his body. “Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me.”
Jake held onto Tyler’s hips to keep him in place as he fucked him hard, his balls bouncing off Tyler’s ass, their skin slapping together as he pounded him.
“Goddamn, your ass feels good,” Jake panted. “You can take me so hard, so deep.”
To drive his point him he began to hammer Tyler’s ass, fucking him faster than he ever had anyone before. With Evan and the handful of girls he had been with he had always been scared of hurting them but that worry wasn’t there with Tyler and it freed him up to really pummel him.
Tyler was almost screaming, clawing at the tile walls as Jake drilled him.
“Oh fuck!” Jake suddenly groaned, feeling his cock pulse. He knew that he was going to cum so he buried himself in Tyler’s ass and held himself there, waiting for the explosion. It didn’t come. Instead he slowly crawled back from the edge, the simmering in his balls settling back down, his cock still hard, balls deep in Tyler.
Jake was panting, trying to recover from almost crashing over the edge, but Tyler wanted more, he wasn’t there yet. He pressed his palms against the wall, strengthened his stance and pulled his hips forward, sliding Jake’s cock out of him only to drive his ass back onto Jake’s dick, plunging it in deep.
“Oh shit!” Jake gasped, grabbing onto Tyler’s shoulder to steady himself. “Do that again.”
Tyler smiled. He was happy to. He quickly started moving his hips, back and forth and round in a circle, fucking himself on Jake’s dick and then grinding down on it when it was deep inside him, feeling the head pushing against the walls inside his ass and then finally dancing across his prostate.
“Fuck!” Tyler cried. “There! Fuck me there, Jake.”
Jake was happy to oblige. He gripped on even tighter, enough to mark Tyler’s skin, and began to pound Tyler’s hole. He knew that his dick was constantly hitting Tyler’s spot by the sound of the whimpers that were coming out of Tyler’s mouth, each one a slightly higher pitch than the last.
They were both covered in a layer of sweat now, the heat rising from their bodies hotter than anything coming out of the shower. Jake held on to Tyler’s shoulders and thrust in deep, causing Tyler’s back to arch and his toes to curl.
“Fuck Jake…” Tyler groaned as Jake leaned in and pressed his chest against his back, wrapping his arms around Tyler as he continued to hump his cock into him.
Their slick skin slid together as Jake pushed Tyler forward slightly with each thrust so that he was almost pressed up against the wall. The feelings inside Tyler’s ass were driving him insane. Jake’s dick felt so good inside him and he never wanted this fuck to end. He slid his hands up the wall, bracing himself as he pushed back against Jake again, trying to get him even deeper inside him.
Jake met every thrust that Tyler made with one of his own, their bodies bouncing off each other as his hips met Tyler’s ass. He kissed the back of Tyler’s neck and ran his hands up his body until he was squeezing Tyler’s pecs, not letting the rhythm of his fuck falter for even a second.
“Oh fuck,” Jake moaned against Tyler’s neck. “Your body is amazing. Just imagine if the school could see you now. Big, sexy quarterback taking my dick like this.”
Tyler threw his head back and moaned, “Oh God, it’s so good, Jake. You can fuck me whenever you want. Hell, you can fuck me in the cafeteria with everyone watching it if means you’ll do it again.”
Jake felt his cock pulse with that thought and he gently bit down on Tyler’s shoulder, trying to hold back his orgasm. He then ran his hands over Tyler’s biceps, up the length of his arms until they were on top of Tyler’s hands on the wall.
Tyler splayed his fingers and Jake immediately slipped his into the gaps, linking them together and holding on tight as he felt Tyler’s asshole tighten around him cock.
“Oh shit, I’m cumming Jake,” Tyler groaned. “Fuck the cum out of me.”
Jake continued to thrust and he felt the moment that Tyler’s cock exploded because Tyler’s hole clamped down on his cock and triggered his own orgasm. He screamed out, buried himself as deep inside Tyler’s ass as he could and started to unload.
“Oh fuck…” Jake moaned, feeling his cock pulse and jerk as his cum rocketed out of the tip.
Suddenly Jake’s eyes shot open and his whole body shuddered. He felt his cock jump off his stomach and looked down through hazy eyes to see it firing a load all over his abs. He collapsed back onto the bed with a groan, arching his back as his cock continued to shoot.
It was only when his orgasm faded and his cock fell limp against his hip that he truly woke up and realised what had happened. He’d been dreaming. About Tyler. About fucking him. And he had just shot a load without touching himself because of it.
“Oh fuck…” Jake groaned, putting his arm over his face.
Why was this happening to him? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Tyler? His whole body was tingling from the orgasm. It had felt so real. He’d fucked him. He’d actually fucked him. It might have only been in a dream but he felt like he had betrayed Evan somehow by simply having the thoughts.
What was he going to do?
*
The next day was one of the longest days of Jake’s life. He had barely slept. The dream had been so vivid, had felt so real that he couldn’t relax and kept tossing and turning, willing himself to fall asleep but constantly aware that he wasn’t.
When his alarm went off, telling him it was time to get up and ready for school, the usual excitement he had felt for the past few weeks knowing that he was going to see Evan wasn’t there. Instead he had butterflies in his stomach, he felt nervous about seeing him because he still felt guilty and he didn’t know what he would do when he looked into Evan’s eyes. Would he remain calm or would he crumble?
His leg shook as he drove to pick up Evan, his knee bouncing, almost causing him to press his foot down on the accelerator pedal more than once, but he managed not to crash or speed long enough to pull up in front of Evan’s house.
Seeing the smile on Evan’s face when he emerged from the front door and walked toward the car made Jake relax a little bit because he was reminded of how much he loved Evan and how different that was to whatever he had felt for Tyler in that dream. It was nothing but lust. The two couldn’t compare.
He greeted Evan with a quick kiss and then put the car in drive. He was tempted to tell him, to just come out and say it right there but he couldn’t do it. He didn’t know how to verbalise it, didn’t really know how to explain what was going on inside his head, and he didn’t want to start the day off with such an awkward conversation, so he said nothing and drove on.
Pulling into the parking lot at school, his stomach flipped and churned the moment he saw Tyler standing by his car, laughing at something one of his friends was saying. That smile. That damn smile. The butterflies inside him were in full flight realising just how beautiful he actually thought Tyler was. He felt his cock twitch in his pants and his chest tightened as a slight panic began to set in. He jumped out of the car, said a quick goodbye to Evan and raced towards the locker room, leaving his boyfriend alone and puzzled.
At lunchtime, he couldn’t face sitting in the cafeteria. He didn’t want to see Tyler again and had managed to avoid him all day so far. He felt bad for ditching Evan but he knew that he’d be with Emily so he grabbed a quick snack from one of the vending machines and headed for the gym, working out to try to distract himself from everything that was going on in his head.
At the end of the day, when the final bell rang, Jake raced from the classroom and jumped into his car before almost anyone else had left the school building. He waited for Evan to come out and get into the passenger seat and then he took off, flying out of the parking lot, almost running down a group of kids who were messing around in the road.
When they pulled up outside Evan’s house they both sat in silence for a moment before Evan finally spoke.
“Are you okay?” Evan asked, turning to look at his boyfriend.
Jake closed his eyes and lowered his head. “Would you believe me if I said yes?”
“No,” Evan shook his head. “I can see something’s bothering you but I don’t want to push you if you’re not ready to talk about it.”
Jake smiled and turned to meet Evan’s gaze. “Thanks, Ev.”
“Okay, so call me when you’re ready,” Evan smiled and climbed out of the car, closing the door behind him.
Jake watched Evan walk away and felt a heat spread through his chest, knowing that Evan was going to give him the time he needed to get his head around things this time.
Somehow that was all he needed and with a smile he turned off the engine, took the key out of the ignition and stepped out of the car.
Evan heard the car door slam shut and turned to look at Jake. “I thought you were going?”
Jake walked up to Evan and smiled, shaking his head. “No. I know if I go home I’m just going to keep thinking about it all and it will only make things worse. I’ve been doing that for like the past three days and it’s been killing me. Can we talk?”
“Yeah…” Evan nodded, pulling his key out of his pocket.
Jake could see that Evan was nervous and somehow that actually made him feel a little better about his own fears.
They entered the house and went into the living room, knowing that no one else would be home for at least another hour. They sat down on the sofa next to each other, but with enough distance between them so that they could turn and face each other.
Evan sat quietly, his body tight, waiting for Jake to speak. Meanwhile Jake sat trying to think of what he was going to say.
“This feels so weird…” Jake finally muttered.
Evan put his hand on top of Jake’s and rubbed the back of it with his thumb. “It’s just me, Jake, remember that. There’s nothing you can’t talk to me about.”
Jake smiled but looked away. “That’s the thing, Ev, it’s you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Evan pulled his hand back. “Why would you hurt me?”
Jake could tell that Evan was worried and he needed to cut that off before it went anywhere. “I don’t mean physically. I’ll never lay a finger on you again. I still hate myself for nearly choking you.”
“You were confused and I kept pushing you,” Evan reasoned.
“That’s no excuse, Ev,” Jake sighed. “I should have never done that and I’m sorry.”
“And I forgive you,” Evan replied. “But if you don’t mean physically…”
“I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” Jake clarified.
“Again, why would you?” Evan asked.
Jake sighed and looked down at his hands which were now in his lap, “Because something happened.”
Evan’s body stiffened and he moved ever so slightly further away from Jake on the sofa. “Like what?”
Jake took a deep breath and then started to speak. “So, on Saturday after the fair when I got all of that crap dumped over me I went to shower in the locker room and…”
“And what?” Evan asked when Jake didn’t continue.
“Tyler came in,” Jake explained.
“Oh God,” Evan groaned. “You didn’t fight again, did you?”
“No,” Jake chuckled. “We’re done with all that. No, he was just finishing his own punishment getting dunked and needed to warm up so we both went into the shower. I was trying to get all of the gunge off me but I couldn’t see my back and… well… Tyler helped me wash it all off.”
Evan shifted back a little closer. “You mean he… washed your back for you?”
“Yes,” Jake nodded.
“And you thought I’d have a problem with that?” Evan asked.
“That’s not all that happened,” Jake stated.
“What do you mean?” Evan asked.
“He found this knot in my back and started to massage it,” Jake said. “God, it felt so good, Ev. I got lost in the feelings and didn’t realise I was leaning back into him until…”
“Until what?” Evan said.
“I arched my back and it pushed my ass back against him,” Jake continued.
“So?” Evan asked.
“He was hard, Ev,” Jake explained.
Evan’s eyes widened. “Wait… he was hard?”
Jake nodded.
“And you felt it?” Evan continued.
“Yes,” Jake confirmed. “It slid against me.”
“And that freaked you out?” Evan asked.
“Yes,” Jake answered quickly before saying, “No.”
Evan was confused. “What do you mean?”
“Yes, it freaked me out,” Jake said. “It was Tyler, he was hard and it touched me…”
“Okay…” Evan said, not really understanding.
“It touched my ass, Ev,” Jake said.
“I gathered that,” Evan replied.
“No,” Jake said. He took another deep breath. “We were naked, Ev. When his dick touched me… It… It touched my hole.”
Evan’s eyes almost bulged out of his head. “His dick touched your hole?”
Jake nodded.
“Fuck…” Evan breathed, imagining the moment in his mind and shifting a little on the sofa.
“I jumped away from him immediately,” Jake explained. “It felt so wrong. Even you haven’t touched me there yet. Not with your cock.”
Evan nodded, still picturing Tyler’s familiar dick pressed against Jake’s tight, virgin asshole. His mouth was dry.
“So what happened then?” Evan eventually managed to ask.
“I ran away,” Jake said, lowering his head. “I freaked out and I did what I always do, I ran. But…”
“But what?” Evan asked.
Jake took a moment. He closed his eyes. “I was hard too. Tyler touching me made me hard.”
Evan was silent. He knew it was a big deal for Jake and he wanted to be there for him but his horny teenage mind couldn’t stop imagining the two hunks hard and naked in the shower together.
“It was probably just a physical reaction, Jake,” Evan tried to reason. “I’ve heard of it happening loads of times.”
“Well it’s never happened to me,” Jake replied. “The only guy who has ever made me hard before is you.”
“Oh…” Evan said, the penny finally dropping for him. “So that’s what’s been bothering you?”
“Yes,” Jake nodded, his voice low. “I’ve never thought of another guy before, Ev. You’re the only one who has ever done anything for me. I thought it was just a you thing, that maybe I’m not really gay, I just like you. But if I got hard because of Tyler that changes everything.”
Evan smiled sympathetically. He understood now why it had been messing with Jake’s mind so much and he wanted to offer him comfort. “It was just one time, Jake. You’re body reacting to someone else’s touch. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“What if it wasn’t just once?” Jake asked quietly.
Evan stiffened again. “It happened again?”
Jake heard the slight hint of panic in Evan’s voice and turned to look him in the eye. “Not for real.”
“I don’t understand,” Evan said.
“Nothing happened between us, then or since. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, Ev, and it’s driving me insane. And then last night…” Jake broke off.
“What happened last night?” Evan asked.
“I had a dream about him,” Jake said.
“About Tyler?” Evan asked.
“Yes,” Jake confirmed.
“Doing what?” Evan replied.
“Fucking him,” Jake stated.
Evan’s whole body trembled and he was instantly hard inside his pants. “You dreamt that you fucked Tyler?”
“Yes,” Jake nodded with his head down. “But it gets worse.”
“How can it be worse?” Evan asked.
“I came,” Jake said with shame.
Evan was shocked. “You jerked off to it?”
“No,” Jake admitted after a moment. “I woke up cumming.”
“Holy shit…” Evan gasped, the image of that flashing through his mind now.
“I’m sorry, Ev,” Jake said.
Evan was confused. “For what?”
“For dreaming about another guy. For cumming over it. I feel like I’ve cheated on you,” Jake said.
Evan didn’t know what to say. He leaned over and put his hand under Jake’s chin, lifting his head and turning it towards him so he could look into Jake’s eyes.
“That’s why you’ve been quiet all day?” Evan asked.
“Yes,” Jake nodded.
“Jake, you did nothing wrong. It’s not like you fucked him for real, right?” Evan said.
“No,” Jake confirmed.
“We all have dreams, Jake,” Evan said. “And it’s not like we can control what’s in them.”
“I know,” Jake replied. “But… I usually dream about you.”
Evan leaned in and gave Jake a gentle peck on the lips.
“Do you want to fuck him?” Evan asked.
Jake sat up straight, shocked, “What?”
“Do you want to fuck Tyler?” Evan expanded.
“No,” Jake shook his head. “That was just a dream.”
“I know that,” Evan replied, “But I’m asking the question. If you had the opportunity, would you want to fuck him?”
“Why are you asking that?” Jake gasped.
“Because I want to know what you’re thinking and where your mind is at,” Evan replied.
“Ev…” Jake said, almost sounding like a warning, telling Evan not to go there.
“Jake, I can’t stop you wanting to fuck other people,” Evan said. “We all get horny and lust after people that we find attractive. It’s not a crime. I love you but you’re not going to stop me wanting to fuck other guys. I won’t do it because I’m committed to you and I’m happy with you, but that doesn’t stop the thoughts and that’s okay.”
“So you’re really not mad?” Jake asked.
“That you had a sex dream?” Evan asked. “No. You didn’t fuck him for real and lie about it.”
“I guess…” Jake muttered.
“Do you…?” Evan started but never finished.
“Do I what?” Jake asked.
“Do you want to have sex with other people?” Evan asked. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m tying you down. I’m the only guy you’ve ever been with.”
“And you’re the only guy I’ll ever be with, Ev,” Jake replied. “I don’t want or need to be with anyone else.”
“Are you sure?” Evan asked. “You don’t feel like you should experiment?”
“No,” Jake answered.
“What about girls?” Evan asked.
“What about them?” Jake replied.
“You’re still attracted to them right?” Evan asked. “Are you going to be like this the next time you meet a girl you want to fuck?”
“I don’t know,” Jake said. “I don’t think so. I’m not going to cheat on you.”
“What if it wasn’t cheating?” Evan asked.
“What are you talking about?” Jake replied, confused.
“What if I gave you permission?” Evan asked.
Jake stiffened and looked at Evan to see if he was serious.
“I don’t want you to have any regrets, Jake,” Evan said. “I don’t really want you to go out there and fuck around with other people, but if you feel like you need to… If I said you could fuck Tyler to see what it’s like to be with another guy just for one night…”
“It’s not going to happen, Ev,” Jake declared. “I don’t want to fuck Tyler or anyone else. I’m happy with you. I don’t feel like I’m missing out by not going out and fucking around with loads of different people. I fucked random girls before and it meant nothing. I went out with a couple of girls that I really liked as well but with you it’s completely different and I never want to lose that. Okay?”
“Okay,” Evan nodded with a smile.
“Good,” Jake smiled, leaning in for a kiss.
To be continued…
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