No Regrets

Tyler and Joe were laughing as they pushed open the door to their hotel room and stumbled through it, almost falling over each other on their way in.

“Oh man, today has been so much fun,” Joe said, kicking his shoes into the bottom of the closet and throwing his towel over the back of a chair. He tossed his phone and room key down onto the desk and then disappeared into the bathroom.

“Yeah, it has,” Tyler agreed, smiling as he dropped the bag he was carrying to the floor and took off his own shoes.

He walked over to the desk and sat down on the edge of it, looking around the room. It wasn’t as big as it had looked when they booked it but then it didn’t really need to be. They had got a room with two full-sized beds but they were two nights in and only one of them had been used so far.

Since Christmas when Joe had given Tyler the necklace with their initials engraved into it there had been a silent understanding between them that Joe’s feelings were there but he didn’t necessarily want to actually say them out loud. Their sex life had been very active since then, no more pulling away and pretending like he didn’t want it, just enjoying the time they had together before they split up to go to different colleges in the fall.

Going away for Spring Break again had been a no-brainer. They even decided to head back to the same location. Tyler had wanted to book into the same motel, the same room where he had fucked Joe for the first time a year ago. But Joe didn’t like that. He’d said that room was small and dingy and that now he was making decent money from his job at the car dealership he wanted to get a room in a proper hotel; one that had a gym and a nice pool and served a proper breakfast in the morning. He also said it didn’t matter where they fucked, that they could and pretty much had fucked anywhere they wanted. Tyler knew that was true and had given in, not letting his sentimentality get the better of him.

After Joe had driven them down in his car they had checked into the hotel room, dropped off their bags and went exploring. Even though they had been to the exact same resort before, staying on the other side of it in an actual hotel made everything feel different. They had walked along the beach as the sun began to set and then headed back to the hotel to eat in the restaurant that was also accessible from the street. A late night swim followed and then they headed back to their room to shower.

It was under that hot spray, running their soapy hands over each other’s bodies, that they both remembered they were alone. There were no parents, no little brothers, no one expected home or in another room that they had to worry about. It was just them and they could do what they wanted. The barriers and walls came down.

They had stared into each other’s eyes and then smiled before they leaned in and their lips met. The kiss was soft at first as they snaked their hands around each other and pulled their bodies together. Slowly it began to intensify, their lips crashing harder together, their mouths opening to let the other’s tongue inside as they began to make out.

Tyler didn’t pull away from Joe’s lips as he reached out blindly behind him, feeling along the wall until eventually he found the dial and shut off the water. They continued to kiss for another minute, their hard cocks throbbing against each other, until they had to come up for air; panting as they placed their foreheads together.

“Fuck Ty,” Joe gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard. Knowing that we can fuck as much as we want and no one is going to care or stop us is so hot.”

“Yeah…” Tyler whispered back, wrapping his hand around the base of Joe’s big dick without ever breaking eye contact and then running his fingers up to the tip. “You’re dripping.”

“Oh shit,” Joe whimpered, clinging on to Tyler’s shoulders as Tyler begin to stroke him.

“Such a big fucking dick, Joe,” Tyler said, leaning in to kiss Joe’s neck as he continued to slowly jerk him.

“Oh… Oh… Ty…” Joe moaned, closing his eyes and running his hand up into Tyler’s hair. Tyler knew the exact place to kiss him that always drove him crazy.

“Joe…” Tyler whispered against Joe’s skin, still kissing his neck.

“Fuck me Ty,” Joe pleaded, turning his head, trying to find Tyler’s mouth for another kiss. “I need you inside me.”

Tyler pulled back from Joe’s neck but immediately attacked his lips, kissing him so hard that it knocked Joe back against the shower wall. With Joe momentarily stunned, Tyler picked him up completely off his feet and stepped out of the shower.

Joe wrapped his legs around Tyler’s waist and the most intense rush of adrenaline surged through him, feeling himself being lifted like a child, man-handled by the guy who was about to fuck him.

And Tyler did.

He lay Joe down on the bed, prepped him with the lube they had brought with them, and then pushed his bare dick into Joe’s ass until it was buried deep. Then he fucked him. He didn’t go slowly. He didn’t take it easy. He pounded Joe’s ass until Joe was screaming his name and begging for more. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

They fucked for almost a half hour. Sweat was dripping off them as they writhed around together. Tyler flipped Joe into whatever position he wanted him in, constantly driving his dick into him, never letting up until Joe’s cock exploded all over his belly and Tyler finally let go, shooting his load into Joe’s ass as he fell down on top of him, exhausted.

That was how they had fallen asleep. In each other’s arms.

The next morning they had woken up together, shared a few kisses and teased each other’s morning wood.

“You know we could stay in bed all day,” Tyler had said, stroking Joe’s hard cock.

Joe laughed and pushed him away, climbing out of bed. “I didn’t come to the beach to spend all day in the hotel room. You can fuck me again tonight. Now get up and get dressed.”

Tyler smiled and watched Joe’s ass as he walked across the room. It didn’t matter how many times he had seen it or fucked it, the sight of that high, tight muscular ass at the top of Joe’s long, thick legs and the bottom of his strong wide back still sent a tremor through him that went straight to his dick.

Joe disappeared down the little hallway that led to the bathroom only to reappear seconds later.

“Put these on,” Joe said, throwing something to him.

Tyler caught the item but didn’t look at it until after he heard the bathroom door close behind Joe. He unfurled the piece of material and instantly sat up. He was holding a red, white and blue speedo in his hand.

“What the fuck is this?” Tyler called out, jumping out of bed.

He walked to the bathroom and pushed open the door.

“Are you kiddi…” The words died on Tyler’s tongue the moment he saw Joe.

“Hey,” Joe nodded, spitting out the toothpaste in his mouth into the sink before he turned to smile at Tyler. “What do you think?”

Tyler stared and felt his dick pulse, back to being fully hard in seconds. Joe was standing in nothing but his own speedo, this one a dark blue with coloured patterns on either side of the pouch. The bulge in the front from Joe’s big cock was almost obscene, even though he was soft now, but it was the sight of Joe’s incredible body, all six feet four of it, tall and muscular, framed in just that tiny piece of material, riding low on his hips, which took away Tyler’s ability to speak.

“I look good, right?” Joe asked, turning around, showing it off.

Tyler could only nod.

“Put yours on,” Joe said, pointing to the speedo that was still in Tyler’s hand. “I didn’t get them as decorations.”

Tyler pulled himself out of the thoughts of ripping the speedo off Joe’s body and fucking him right there on the bathroom floor long enough to say, “You really want us to wear these on the beach?”

“Yeah,” Joe answered as he finished brushing his teeth. “Do you know how good we look? When you’ve got bodies like ours, Ty, you show them off. Put it on.”

Tyler shook his head but stepped into the speedo and pulled it up. It was snug around his slowly deflating cock and his ass and he thought Joe had got the wrong size until he looked in the mirror.

“Holy shit,” Tyler gasped.

“Yeah,” Joe smiled, stepping up behind Tyler. “You see how fucking sexy you are?”

He ran his hands over Tyler’s body and kissed his neck.

“Everyone on that beach is going to be watching us, wanting to fuck us,” Joe stated.

Tyler turned around and looked into Joe’s eyes. “Yeah…”

“Don’t worry,” Joe smiled. “I’m all yours this week.”

He kissed Tyler on the lips and walked out of the bathroom.

They had slipped on the rest of their clothes and gone down to eat breakfast before walking over to the beach. They found a really nice spot and laid out their towels before they took the leap and stripped off their board shorts to reveal their speedos.

“I told you they’d all be looking,” Joe grinned as he lay down to enjoy the sun.

Tyler just shook his head and smiled. He threw the rest of his clothes into his bag and lay down on his towel next to Joe with his hands behind his head. He knew that people were looking at them but then why wouldn’t they? They were the two hottest guys on the beach. Any hesitation he might have felt disappeared and he relaxed completely. They sunbathed together for the next hour, applying lotion to each other once the sun started to get hot.

The rest of the day was spent in and out of the water, playing games up and down the beach, surfing on boards they rented and talking with all kinds of the people. Joe loved flirting with the girls, getting a few of their numbers, and he really got a kick out of making one guy who was with his girlfriend blush when he whispered to him asking if he wanted a threesome and knowing the guy did even when he said no. They bought food from one of the stalls along the beach and then posed for photos that they posted to their Instagram pages.

Joe’s phone buzzing on the desk beside him pulled Tyler back to the present in their hotel room and he watched the phone slowly dance across the surface of the desk as the screen lit up with one notification after another.

“Is that my phone?” Joe asked, coming out of the bathroom and noticing it.

“Yeah,” Tyler replied, picking it up and handing it to him.

Joe unlocked it and clicked on the first notification. “Holy shit, Ty, I’ve got over 1500 likes already. People are reposting it too.”

“Are you really surprised?” Tyler smirked. “You’re practically naked. You can see how big your dick is.”

Joe laughed, “Yeah, but… I’ve got a DM here asking if I’m a model.”

Tyler smiled, “You could be.”

“Yeah, right,” Joe rolled his eyes.

Tyler slid down off the edge of the desk and closed the gap between them. He reached out and pulled Joe’s phone from his hand, tossing it across the room so it landed on the unused bed. He then pushed Joe back against the wall and leaned in so that Joe could feel his breath on his neck.

“You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” Tyler said running his hand over Joe’s body. “Not met, Joe. Seen. Anywhere. You’re tall. Handsome. You have the most amazing body…”

Joe stared into Tyler’s eyes. “You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.”

“Nah,” Tyler shook his head. “I’m saying that because it’s true. I have never wanted to fuck anyone more in my life than I want to fuck you. If they put your face or your body on something then I’m buying it. You’re that hot.”

“Fuck, Ty…” Joe groaned. “So are you.”

Tyler chuckled, “I’m not in the same league as you.”

“Yes you are,” Joe replied. He pushed himself away from the wall and stood up straight, staring directly into Tyler’s eyes. “Did you see all of those girls down on that beach? How hot some of them were? Some of the guys were hot as Hell too. I could have picked pretty much any one of them if I wanted to fuck them. But do you know what? I chose to be here with you because you’re hotter than all of them. I want you in a way I can’t explain. You fucking turned me, Ty. That’s how hot you are.”

Joe lunged forward, crashing his lips against Tyler’s as he reached up and took Tyler’s head in his hands, holding him as he continued to kiss him.

Tyler’s put his hands on Joe’s hips and slowly ran them up under Joe’s t-shirt, feeling his smooth skin and the hard muscles beneath. He continued to push the material up until he had his hands on Joe’s pecs and then he broke the kiss just long enough to force Joe to lift his arms to he could pull the shirt off over his head.

The shirt hadn’t even hit the floor before their lips were back on each other and Tyler once again shoved Joe back against the wall.

“Fuck…” Joe moaned, throwing his head back as Tyler’s lips left his and began to travel south, kissing first over his neck and then down onto his chest, stopping only when they got to one of his nipples, which Tyler sucked into his mouth and teased with the tip of his tongue.

Tyler loved hearing Joe moan, but it was even better when he got to feel Joe’s body reacting to him; his back arching, pushing his chest out further, begging for even more attention.

Instead of moving to the other nipple or continuing to kiss his way down, Tyler slipped his tongue between Joe’s pecs and slowly licked his way up Joe’s chest and neck to his chin.

“Fuck Ty…!” Joe gasped, grabbing on to the back of Tyler’s head and taking a fistful of hair as Tyler continued to kiss and lick his neck.

Tyler pulled back, placed a quick kiss on Joe’s lips and then stepped away. He stared into Joe’s eyes for a moment and then slowly moved down, taking in Joe’s beautiful face, his thick neck, his big pecs and his rock hard abs.

“Take your shorts off,” Tyler commanded.

Joe groaned at the sound of Tyler’s voice and quickly slid his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. He started pushing them down, thinking that Tyler wanted him naked.

“No!” Tyler shouted, catching Joe off guard. “Just the shorts.”

Joe smiled realising that Tyler wanted to see what all of the people viewing his Instagram post were seeing. He pushed his shorts down to the floor and flicked them across the room with his foot.

“Is this what you wanted?” Joe asked, a confident smile on his face as he leaned his shoulders back against the wall.

Tyler didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and his eyes stared down with pure lust at the speedo that was riding low on Joe’s hips, stretched tight around his body and bulging more than ever as Joe’s cock began to grow.

“Fuck…” Tyler finally whispered. He had to swallow because a lump had formed in his throat. “You look so fucking hot in this.”

He stepped back up to Joe and put his hand on Joe’s chest. He kept it still for just a moment before he started moving it around, feeling each of Joe’s pecs and then sliding down to run his fingers over Joe’s abs.

“So sexy…” Tyler breathed.

When his fingers reached the waistband of Joe’s speedo he didn’t move to push it down, instead he moved his hands across to either hip and held them as he looked down at the cuts at Joe’s waist, running in the perfect V that disappeared beneath the fabric.

Slowly, he ran the tip of his finger along the waistband, tracing the shape of it across Joe’s skin, letting his finger dip where the material did until his hand was hovering over Joe’s bulge.

“Holy fuck, Ty,” Joe whimpered, his whole body quivering under Tyler’s touch.

Instead of pulling the speedo down, Tyler pressed his palm flat against the pouch, feeling Joe’s big cock growing inside. He closed his fingers around it, squeezing it, feeling Joe’s dick grow even bigger until the fabric couldn’t take anymore and Joe’s cock popped out above the waistband.

“Jesus…” Tyler moaned, looking down at Joe’s big dick.

He ran his fingers up the length of Joe’s shaft and then began to rub it with his palm, moving up and down over what was exposed and what was still trapped inside the speedo.

Tyler leaned in and kissed Joe’s neck again, focusing on Joe’s sweet spot and continuing to rub his cock. “Do you know how many people are looking at that picture of you wishing they were doing this right now?”

Joe nodded and then threw his head back again to give Tyler more access to his neck.

“God, Joe,” Tyler said as he began to kiss and lick his way back down Joe’s body. “They wanna kiss this chest… They wanna lick these abs… But even more than that, more than anything, they want to suck on this big dick.”

Tyler didn’t give Joe time to reply. He wrapped his lips around the head of Joe’s cock and sucked the first four inches into his mouth, instantly tasting Joe’s precum as a dollop slid across his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” Joe cried as Tyler lapped at the tip and caressed his shaft as he began to move up and down. “Ty!”

Tyler only sucked on Joe for about twenty seconds before he pulled back, letting Joe’s dick slip from his mouth. He watched as the big eight inch cock sprang up and slapped against Joe’s abs with a loud thwack.

He reached up and grabbed hold of the speedo, pulling it down and off as Joe stepped out of it. As hot as Joe had looked wearing it he looked even better completely naked and throbbing, staring down from above that big cock, waiting for Tyler to suck it again.

Instead, Tyler reached out and ran his hand up the shaft. He then pulled it down to almost a ninety degree angle and let it go so that it slapped against Joe’s stomach again, sounding even louder than before. Then he did it again.

“Fuck…” Tyler groaned. “You’ve got the most amazing cock, Joe.”

“You like it?” Joe smiled.

“You know I do,” Tyler grinned up at him. “It’s not just big…”

He leaned in and kissed the shaft at the base, just above Joe’s balls, and then slowly kissed his way up, inch by inch until he was at the tip.

“It’s actually beautiful. It’s perfect.” Tyler said before he slid out the tip of his tongue and ran it around the head, tracing the shape of it.

“Oh God, suck me, Ty,” Joe moaned.

He reached down and put his hand on the back of Tyler’s head, not letting him pull away from his cock this time. Gently he then applied pressure as he pushed forward, plunging more of his dick into Tyler’s mouth. He held him still at around six inches and then pulled back before moving his hips to begin fucking Tyler’s mouth.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Joe moaned. “Suck my big dick, Ty. Show me how much you fucking love it.”

Tyler ran his hands up Joe’s legs, gripping onto his thighs as he sucked Joe harder and faster, working with him as Joe continued to fuck his face.

“Damn, you look so good with my dick in your mouth,” Joe groaned. “Come here.”

He pulled Tyler off his cock and up to his feet, instantly attacking his mouth in a fierce kiss.

“I can taste my dick on your tongue,” Joe said before diving back in for another kiss.

They made out as Joe pulled their bodies together, his cock, slick with Tyler’s saliva, rubbing against Tyler’s that was wet from the amount of precum that was leaking out of the tip as he got off on Joe being so aggressive and taking the lead.

“Come on,” Joe said when he pulled away. He backed up to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, spreading his legs wide and leaning back, propping himself up with one arm behind him while he used the other to grab his cock and wave it at Tyler. “Suck my fucking dick.”

Tyler closed the distance between them and dropped to his knees between Joe’s legs. He put his hands back on Joe’s big thighs and leaned in, sucking Joe’s balls into his mouth.

“Oh shit…” Joe groaned, throwing his head back again as Tyler rolled his balls around on his tongue. “Oh my God, Ty! My cock, suck my cock!”

Tyler smiled at the sound of desperation in Joe’s voice now as he let the balls slip from his

mouth and slowly licked his way up the shaft. He ran his hand up over Joe’s incredible body and then wrapped it around the base of Joe’s dick, pulling it down to the perfect position as he slid it between his lips and started sucking on it.

There was no playing around this time, no teasing or dragging it out. Tyler went to work. He used his lips and tongue to massage and caress Joe’s cock, sliding it in and out of his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, quickly building up a rhythm.

Joe cried out and collapsed back against the bed, throwing his arm over his face, biting his forearm to stop himself from screaming out as Tyler set his body on fire as he blew him. His back was arching, his chest was heaving with his panted breaths and his dick was pulsing against Tyler’s tongue.

Tyler was lost in his lust for Joe. He loved hearing the moans and how they changed in pitch when he really hit a spot that worked for Joe. He loved the way that Joe’s big cock felt between his lips, the way the head pushed at the back of his throat as he took it deeper, feeling it flex and jerk as he pleasured it.

“Ty… Ty…” Joe began to pant.

Tyler’s lips curled into a smile around Joe’s cock. He knew that Joe was getting close and he wanted to really take things up a notch so he moved his head even quicker and began to run his hands up over Joe’s body, teasing his nipples with the tips of his fingers and rubbing across his abs.

He felt Joe stiffen beneath him and the hand that was on Joe’s chest was suddenly enveloped in Joe’s own hand as he grabbed onto it and linked their fingers together. They held hands and looked at each other, making eye contact just as Joe’s cock throbbed and began to unload directly into Tyler’s mouth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck…” Joe cried with each blast that shot out onto Tyler’s tongue.

When his orgasm began to fade, he fell back to the bed, barely able to breathe, but he still held Tyler’s hand in his.

Tyler smiled and swallowed Joe’s load, loving the flavour and texture of it as it slid across his tongue, down his throat and into his stomach. The knowledge that he had a part of Joe inside him was always a thrill and made his own cock throb.

When he stopped lapping at Joe’s dick, sure that he had sucked every drop of cum out of it, he felt Joe pulling on his hand and climbed up onto the bed where Joe pulled him into his arms and kissed him.

“That was amazing,” Joe said between kisses. “Do you want me to do you now?”

“No,” Tyler shook his head, surprising Joe. “I’m gonna save my load for later.”

Joe smiled and they kissed again before hopping up to shower off the sea and sand from the day at the beach.

*

Tyler was just slipping his shoes on when he heard Joe scream his name in the bathroom. He quickly grabbed his phone and room key and just shoved his feet into his shoes without tying them as he hurried out of the door and down the hall.

He went down to the hotel restaurant and was just putting food on his plate from the selection available when Joe appeared beside him.

“Hey,” Tyler smiled, turning his head to see Joe dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Joe was glaring at him. “Do you want some bacon?”

Joe didn’t reply. He just continued to stare.

“I’ll take that as a no… So, er, are you wearing the speedo again?” Tyler asked, looking down at Joe’s shorts, fighting a smile.

Joe leaned in and lowered his voice so that no one in the restaurant would be able to hear him. “You fucking know I’m not.”

“Why?” Tyler grinned. “You look so hot in it.”

“Because you gave me a fucking hickey on my ass,” Joe growled.

Tyler lost his internal battle and started laughing. Joe punched him on the shoulder.

“It’s not funny, Ty. It’s right at the bottom of the cheek. Everyone would fucking see it,” Joe complained.

“I’m sorry,” Tyler said, holding one hand up, his plate still in the other. “It’s not like I meant to do it. I just got carried away. We both did. I wasn’t even sure you’d realize.”

Joe softened a little as he looked at Tyler. He knew how hard they had gone at each other the night before and that they were probably both to blame.

He picked up a plate and started choosing his food. “I almost didn’t notice.”

“How did you see it?” Tyler asked, watching Joe intently.

Joe finished putting some bacon and eggs on his plate and then turned, leaning in to whisper in Tyler’s ear. “I was cleaning your cum off my ass when I spotted it in the mirror.”

Joe walked away and sat down at a nearby table, leaving Tyler standing with his plate in his hand and his suddenly rock hard cock tenting his shorts.

Tyler quickly moved to the table and sat down opposite Joe, making sure his crotch was hidden from all of the other guests. They didn’t speak to each other as they started to eat their food but then they both looked up at the same time, made eye contact and burst out laughing, the tension broken.

After breakfast they headed over to the beach and laid out their towels. They were just about to lay down when a group of girls they had met the day before approached them.

“Hey,” One of the girls smiled. She had already given Joe her number and Tyler wasn’t sure if they’d been messaging or not, but he was pretty sure they had.

“Hey,” Joe smiled back. Tyler watched amused as he saw the girl actually swoon when Joe looked at her.

“So… Erm… We were wondering…” The girl stammered.

“Are you wearing the speedo again?” One of the other girls cut in.

Joe grinned. “Is that why you all came over here? You want to see what’s under my shorts?”

All four girls blushed and turned to look at each other as Joe ran his hand down his body and hooked his thumb into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down a little.

“If you’re lucky I might show you later,” He winked.

The girls quickly turned and disappeared, flushed and giggling. Tyler laughed and slapped Joe on the back, knowing that his best friend would have no problem getting his big dick out for any of them.

They lay down and sunbathed until someone called out to them, inviting them to play volleyball on a court that had been set up a little further down the beach. They grabbed their things and headed off to play.

After they had worked up a sweat, easily winning the game as their competitive nature kicked in and they refused to lose, they went over to a nearby cart to grab a drink and a snack.

“What do you think is going on over there?” Tyler asked, pointing to a crowd of girls who were surrounding someone, all giddy and excited.

“I don’t know,” Joe said. “Should we check it out?”

Tyler nodded and they started walking across the beach, wanting to see what the commotion was about.

“Oh my god, I’ve seen every one of your games,” They heard one girl gush.

“You’re amazing,” Another girl practically squealed.

Tyler and Joe looked at each other, wondering who was in the middle of the crowd. Was it a big sports star out on their vacation? Someone from the NFL or NBA?

“Thanks,” A deep voice laughed.

Joe froze, instantly recognising it. His first instinct was to back away and turn around but just as he was about to reach out to pull Tyler away the crowd parted.

“Joe?”

All eyes in the crowd turned to look at him, including Tyler’s.

“Hey Donte,” Joe nodded, trying to keep his cool despite how he felt inside.

“You two know each other?” A girl asked, suddenly taking an interest in Joe.

“Yeah,” Donte smiled. “Joe here’s coming to play on my team next year, aren’t you Joe?”

“Erm… Yeah…” Joe swallowed, nodding his head.

“Oh wow,” a number of the girls said as they began to flock around Joe. They started throwing all kinds of questions at him that he couldn’t even begin to process. Their words were going in but he wasn’t really listening, his eyes and mind were focused on the muscular black college football player standing in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of yellow shorts; the same guy who had been messaging him for months, who had tried to buy his silence and who had made it clear that he wanted to fuck him.

“Hey girls, give us a minute, would ya?” Donte called out, motioning for them to back off.

The girls reluctantly obeyed, going over to talk to Donte’s buddies who were lying on the sand behind them, finally glad to be getting some attention now that every eye wasn’t just on Donte.

“How are you doing?” Donte asked, looking directly into Joe’s eyes.

“Erm… Yeah… We’re good,” Joe replied.

“Nice,” Donte smiled. “This is a great beach.”

“Yeah,” Joe agreed.

“I saw it tagged in your post yesterday and thought I’d come check it out,” Donte said.

Joe stiffened. Had Donte only decided to make the trip when he saw that he was there? Was this a chance meeting or had Donte planned it somehow? No. It couldn’t be that. He was just over-thinking it as he tried to maintain eye contact and not look down at Donte’s incredible body.

“Erm… We should get going,” Joe muttered, pointing over his shoulder.

“We?” Donte asked.

“Yeah,” Joe replied, “I’m here with my buddy, Tyler.”

Donte turned his head, spotting Tyler for the first time, having been so focused on Joe. “Oh hey. Tyler Goodwin, right? I’ve heard about you.”

“Really?” Tyler asked, surprised but also thrilled.

“Yeah,” Donte replied. “We keep an eye on all of our potential rivals. You’re one hell of a quarterback. Shame we couldn’t get ya.”

“Thanks,” Tyler smiled, feeling like he grew a couple of inches taller after getting that compliment from a legitimate college football star.

Donte held out his hand. “Nice to meet you. Maybe I’ll get to play against you one day.”

“Count on it,” Tyler grinned, shaking Donte’s hand.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Donte smiled and slapped Tyler on the back. He turned his attention back to Joe. “So, how’s that car treating you?”

“Great…” Joe said, not really knowing where Donte was going with Tyler standing right next to them. He still hadn’t told Tyler the truth about where the car had come from because it would mean admitting to what had been going on with Donte and he didn’t want to do that.

“Awesome. So I’m busy with my guys all day but I’d love to catch up with you later,” Donte said, looking into Joe’s eyes again. “What are you doing tonight?”

Joe swallowed hard. It felt like Donte was staring into his soul. “Erm… We didn’t have anything planned.”

“Great,” Donte smiled, clapping his hands together. “There’s a party at the club on the strip. I’ll put your names on the door.”

“I don’t think we can…” Joe began.

“We’ll be there,” Tyler cut in, answering for both of them.

“Awesome. I’ll see you there,” Donte smiled. “Oh and it’s cowboy themed. Shirts are optional.”

Donte winked and turned around, disappeared back into the sea of women.

“What was that about?” Tyler asked, leaning in to speak in Joe’s ear.

“What?” Joe asked, turning to look at him.

“He just invited us to a party at a proper club and you were gonna say no?” Tyler replied.

Joe tried to think of an excuse quickly. “We’re 18, Ty. How are we gonna get in?”

Tyler smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ve got that covered.”

Joe watched as Tyler reached into his pocket and pulled out two fake ID’s.

“Where the fuck did you get those?” Joe asked, grabbing his to take a look at it. It was an exact copy of his driver’s licence apart from listing him as three years older than he was. It looked legit.

Tyler just smiled and threw his arm around Joe, telling him that’s it’s better if he didn’t know.

Joe slipped the ID into his pocket, quietly hoping that it didn’t work and they got denied entry into the club. Just being around Donte made him nervous. It wasn’t just that Donte was gorgeous, and he couldn’t deny that he thought he was anymore, he’d accepted that he liked men AND women as his feelings developed for Tyler, but there was something about Donte, a presence, a charisma, that almost overwhelmed him, and he knew deep down that if he was left alone with Donte for too long he would succumb to his advances and let Donte fuck him.

He couldn’t let that happen. As much as he wanted to feel that strong body against him, to have Donte’s big black cock inside him, fucking him, he knew that if it started then it wouldn’t stop. When he went to college Donte would keep fucking him, would hold that power over him, and that everything he wanted in his life and career could come crumbling down around him. He had to hold out. He HAD to.

*

“Goddamn, we look hot,” Tyler smiled, looking at his and Joe’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. They were back in their hotel room after having dinner and were getting dressed before they headed out to see if they could actually get into the club.

“Yeah…” Joe nodded. “We do.”

The two were dressed in nothing but blue jeans and a black cowboy hat that they had managed to get from a nearby store. Tyler had bought a classic belt with a big buckle on it but after seeing the way Joe’s jeans rode low on his hips, showing off more of his body, he had tossed it aside and decided to go without.

Tyler looked down to where the V cuts at Joe’s waist disappeared into his jeans. He scanned the waistband and saw nothing but skin.

“Are you going commando?” Tyler grinned.

Joe looked down and hooked his thumb into a belt loop, pulling the jeans down a little further. “Yeah. My boxers ruined the look so I took them off.”

“Fuck that’s hot,” Tyler groaned. “Your body looks incredible.”

He ran his hands down over Joe’s chest and stomach and then slid them around to Joe’s ass, pulling their bodies together. He placed a couple of kisses on Joe’s bare chest and then moved up to Joe’s lips.

“I’m definitely gonna have to fuck me a cowboy tonight,” Tyler smiled, kissing Joe again.

“You sure you don’t just want to stay here and fuck me right now?” Joe asked, still trying to think of ways to get out of going to the club without letting Tyler know why.

“Nah,” Tyler shook his head. “Later. The wait will make it worth it, I promise. There are going to be so many people watching you tonight, wishing they could fuck you. It’s so hot knowing that I’m the one who gets to do it.”

He kissed Joe again but the peck quickly turned heated and they were making out as they ran their hands over each other’s body, their cocks growing hard in their jeans.

“Fuck…” Tyler gasped, needing to pull away. “We can’t. Later.”

He turned away reluctantly and walked over to the desk. He picked up his phone and his room key but he couldn’t get both of them in his pocket.

“Fuck!” He cursed. “These jeans are too tight. I can’t fit my phone in my pocket.”

He tried all three pockets, including the back one, before pulling his cards out of the cover and dropping the phone onto the desk.

“Fuck it, I won’t need it. You’ve got yours’, right?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah,” Joe nodded, sliding his phone into his own pocket.

“Awesome,” Tyler grinned. He slipped his room key, credit card and fake I.D. into his pockets and they headed out the door.

*

“Oh man,” Tyler was pretty much bouncing up and down as they entered the club. “I can’t believe the IDs worked.”

“Yeah…” Joe nodded, distantly, the nerves bubbling up in his stomach as they wandered deeper into the club, knowing his future teammate was somewhere inside. He still wished they had been turned away.

The music was loud, a mixture of country and dance playing across the speakers, and there were half naked bodies everywhere. When Donte had said that shirts were optional he had really meant it. Not a single guy was wearing a top and almost every woman in sight had stripped down to her bra.

“Holy shit, bro,” Tyler gasped, looking around at all of the people who were dressed just like them; jeans of one kind or another, a cowboy hat and nothing else besides their shoes. “There are more hotties in here than there were on the beach.”

Joe agreed, looking around at the sea of incredible bodies in front of him, both male and female. There were people already making out on the dance floor and he couldn’t blame them. Everywhere you turned there was someone you would gladly go home with.

He looked around trying to spot Donte, or another crowd of girls surrounding the football player since he knew they would follow him wherever he went, but he couldn’t see him. Maybe Donte wasn’t there yet. It was still kind of early. His nerves eased a little and he turned back to Tyler.

“Do you think they’ll serve us?” Joe asked, looking over at the bar.

“I don’t see why not, they let us in,” Tyler smiled. Joe followed.

They walked away ten minutes later with a drink in their hand.

“Do you want to take a look around before we start dancing?” Tyler asked.

Joe nodded and they held their drinks close as they began to move through the club, weaving around people. The dance floor was huge, with tables on every side, some of them already piled high with drinks. The bathrooms were toward the back, almost out of sight and there was a door that led out to a courtyard.

Having seen everything on the ground floor they made their way to a staircase and climbed up onto a mezzanine that looked down over the entire club. They leaned on the railing and spent a few minutes just watching people as they sipped on their drinks.

“Seeing all of those people down there like that makes me want to join them,” Tyler smiled, leaning in to talk over the music.

“Me too,” Joe smiled.

They finished off their drinks and left the glasses on a table as they made their way back to the stairs. They were just about to head down when Joe looked over at a corner booth and caught sight of Donte, a girl on either side of him and a huge grin on his face. Joe’s stomach did a flip inside him and he quickly turned, hurrying down the stairs and into the middle of the dance floor, following Tyler, hoping to get lost in the crowd.

As a new song began to play Tyler started to move his hips and body to the beat. Joe watched for a second because he wasn’t sure Tyler had ever looked hotter than he did dressed as a cowboy; his jeans riding low on his hips, the muscles all over his body popping as he danced. Any thoughts of Donte disappeared and Joe smiled, looking at Tyler’s own grin as he started to dance with him.

They stared at each other as they danced, fighting the urge that was building inside both of them to grab the other and pull him in so their bodies were pressed together, their cocks grinding against each other, their lips finding each other as they made out, not caring that they were around other people. But they didn’t. They held back and kept their composure, knowing that as soon as they got back to the privacy of their hotel room that the jeans would come off and they would be able to do everything they wanted to do to each other there.

By the time the third song started they were dancing with other people, not speaking, not learning names, just moving to the beat of music with whoever was closest to them, feeling looser by the minute.

Tyler was dancing with a hot girl who had her arms around his neck and was whispering something in his ear. Joe watched, feeling a little jealous until he felt a hand slide down the back of his arm and he turned around.

“Hey.” It was a girl whose number he had got on the beach on their first day. They had text back and forth a few times but nothing serious.

“Hey,” he smiled, looking down at her. She was wearing nothing but a pink bra and a pair of Daisy Dukes. She was really hot.

“I hoped you’d be here,” she grinned.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Joe smiled.

She motioned for him to lower his head. He bent down so she could reach his ear. His eyebrow shot up as she whispered to him and he felt his cock pulse.

“Damn… You really want to…” Joe began.

“Yes,” she grinned. “But I want to dance first.”

She took Joe’s hand and led him further out onto the dance floor, his eyes following her ass, which was half exposed in the shorts, thinking about what she said she wanted to do with him.

Now it was Tyler’s turn to feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched them disappear but then he smiled, knowing that whatever happened they were going back to their hotel room together at the end of the night. He shrugged his shoulders, slid his hands around the waist of the girl in front of him and continued dancing.

An hour later, they met on the edge of the dance floor, their bodies covered in sweat from the heat and exertion.

“Having a good time?” Tyler asked.

Joe nodded, “Yeah.”

“I told you it would be fun,” Tyler said. “Speaking of which…”

“What?” Joe asked, noticing that Tyler was looking at him with a smile on his face.

“You’ve got a little bit of lipstick there,” Tyler grinned, pointing to the corner of Joe’s mouth.

“Oh shit,” Joe gasped, reaching up to try to wipe it off.

Tyler chucked. He leaned in to speak into Joe’s ear, “It’s kind of hot seeing you with her.”

Joe turned his head to look into Tyler’s eyes. “You mean that?”

“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “Watching how you move… how you kiss…”

Tyler looked away for a second, biting his lip. He gathered himself and then leaned back in.

“I want to be her,” he said. The song that was playing ended allowing him to lower his voice to a whisper, “I want you to fuck me later.”

Joe’s eyes went wide; not just because of what Tyler had said but because his dick was instantly hard in his jeans and they were suddenly tight, too tight, with no underwear to hide anything. He felt exposed and unusually self-conscious considering how big his dick is. He excused himself and rushed off to the bathroom as Tyler laughed and headed off to the bar to get them another drink.

*

When Joe got back, successfully calming his dick down in a stall in the bathroom, they drank their drinks together at a table while they talked and then Joe’s girl appeared again, leading him back onto the dance floor. Tyler leaned on the table for a minute, enjoying just watching everyone have fun. There were some really hot people there, their bodies glistening under the lights. He needed to be back among them.

He pushed away from the table and wandered back onto the dance floor, feeling more than one pair of hands slide across his skin, feeling his muscles as one body after another rubbed against him and he just let loose, going with it and dancing with anyone who showed an interest.

A little while later, slow dancing with his girl in his arms and her head on his chest, Joe felt the dance floor suddenly become more crowded, pushing them further out towards the edge. He wondered what had happened until he turned his head and rolled his eyes. Donte had made his way down onto the dance floor and all of the girls who had been shadowing him had followed, forming a circle around him, pushing everyone else out of the way.

He watched for a moment, seeing Donte even through the crowd; the tall, muscular football player standing out from everyone else with his handsome face, dazzling smile and incredible body that moved with an ease and grace that betrayed his size and somehow made him even hotter.

Turning back to his girl, Joe tried to pretend that Donte wasn’t there, that the voices he heard, the calls for Donte’s attention hadn’t suddenly become louder, audible even over the music. The slow song continued and he was just about to lean down to kiss the girl cradled in his arms when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Still holding her close, he reached down and pulled out his phone, quickly unlocking it.

“I’m glad you came.”

Joe’s head shot back around, finding Donte now in the middle of the dance floor. He was still surrounded by his fan club but he was staring at Joe, his phone in his hand.

“You look good together.”

Joe read the second message and the butterflies quickly returned to his stomach. What was Donte doing? What was his plan?

“She’s hot,” Joe replied.

He looked over to see Donte typing and held his breath as he waited for his phone to vibrate again.

“You both are,” Donte’s reply came through.

Joe stared down at the phone, reading those words over and over again to make sure they were real and Donte had actually sent them when another message pinged through.

“You should bring her to my room. The three of us could have a lot of fun.”

Joe looked across, making eye contact with Donte and holding it, trying to decide if he was serious or just messing with him again.

Donte then glanced down at his phone and a final message buzzed through on Joe’s phone.

“Or ditch her and come alone. Four Seasons. Room 212.”

*

Joe had led his girl across the club, away from Donte and they continued dancing for a while before he reconnected with Tyler on the edge of the dance floor, both needing a breather. Joe’s girl said she needed to catch up with her friends and went off to find them after stealing a kiss from him. Tyler had just been dancing with random girls and one really cute twink who he teased until the guy got fed up and left when he realised that nothing was going to happen so it was easy for him to just slip away from them.

“Do you want another drink?” Tyler asked.

Joe briefly thought about saying that they should leave but he was actually having a good time so he replied, “Yeah, but I really need to pee first.”

Tyler laughed and told Joe to go ahead as he walked over to the bar.

Joe turned and headed towards the bathrooms. He groaned when he saw a long line only to smile when he noticed that they were all women waiting to use the ladies. He walked straight past them all and went into the men’s room.

He hurried over to one of the urinals and popped open his jeans, pulling down the zipper and quickly hauling out his big cock as he began to pee. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, feeling instant relief.

“Damn…” He heard from behind him.

Joe’s eyes snapped open and his breath caught in his throat. He wanted to spin around but he was still peeing.

“Your ass is even hotter than I thought it would be,” Donte growled. He was closer than before.

Joe hadn’t realised it but when he opened his jeans to pull out his cock they had dropped down low enough on his hips to expose his bare ass.

He finished peeing and shook off the last couple of drops but just as he was about to tuck his dick back in his jeans he felt Donte’s big muscular body press in against his back.

Joe panicked, looking around, thinking that someone might see them, but they were completely alone and for some reason he couldn’t move.

“You are the sexiest motherfucker I have ever seen,” Donte whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down Joe’s spine.

“This body…” Donte said, reaching around to run his hand over Joe’s chest and down his abs.

“This ass…” Donte continued, squeezing one of Joe’s round muscular cheeks.

Joe couldn’t breathe. He still couldn’t move. He felt Donte shift behind him.

“Wait…” Donte said. “What’s that?”

Joe didn’t know what he was talking about until suddenly he felt Donte’s warm breath against his ass cheek.

“Is that a hickey?” Donte asked.

Joe closed his eyes.

“On your ass…” Donte continued.

His finger found the bruise and traced around it.

“You let someone suck on your ass?” Donte asked.

Joe still said nothing. He felt Donte stand up behind him and his eyes flew back open as Donte grabbed his hips and pulled his ass back against his crotch. Fuck… He could feel it. Donte’s big black cock. Pressed against his ass.

“God I want to fuck you,” Donte growled into Joe’s ear.

Joe’s whole body quivered, though he tried not to show it. The hunger and desire in Donte’s voice almost broke him, almost had him begging Donte to fuck him right there in the club bathroom. But he knew that if he did that it wouldn’t stop and if anyone found out then everything he had worked so hard for would be over, everything he wanted would be gone, all because he couldn’t control himself.

“No,” He shook his head and stepped away from Donte. Turning around and tucking his dick back into his jeans. He zipped them back up.

“Are you kidding me?” Donte asked.

“No. I’m not gay,” Joe growled, finding the strength from somewhere.

“Neither am I,” Donte replied casually.

“You just said you want to fuck me,” Joe spat.

“So?” Donte smiled. “That doesn’t mean I’m gay.”

Joe stared into Donte’s eyes. “Then what does it mean?”

“I like to have sex,” Donte stated. He took a few steps forward, closing the gap between them. “With gorgeous people. Like you.”

Joe felt his resolve weakening.

“Whatever you did to get that hickey on your ass… I can do ten times better,” Donte said.

“I’m not gay,” Joe said again but it sounded pathetic.

“You don’t have to be,” Donte replied, softly. “Just let me fuck you.”

Joe was about to protest when Donte popped opened his jeans and his big black cock sprung out.

“Oh shit…” Joe gasped, staring down at Donte’s dick. All eight inches of it, hard, throbbing and ready for fuck him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off it. Donte noticed.

“Yeah,” Donte grinned. “I knew it. You want this cock inside you.”

He backed up until he was standing in the doorway to one of the stalls.

“Come get it.”

*

It seemed to take forever for Tyler to finally get served at the bar. There were so many more people there now.

When he finally had the two drinks in his hand he walked back across the room to where he had been standing with Joe. He had expected Joe to come and find him at the bar but he hadn’t, so Tyler started looking around, wondering if Joe was busy with the girl again.

He did a full lap of the dance floor, trying to see if he was seated at any of the tables, and when he still couldn’t find him he went upstairs to look out from the balcony, hoping to spot him in the crowd.

“Where the fuck are you, Joe?” Tyler asked himself.

He reached into his pocket and then remembered that he had left his phone in the hotel room. He couldn’t even ring Joe to find out where he was.

Was he still in the bathroom? Had he gotten sick or passed out?

Putting the drinks down on a nearby table he headed back downstairs and quickly made his way to the men’s room. There were a couple of guys by the door, looking like they were standing guard but they let him through and he walked inside.

He expected to see Joe on the floor but there was no one there. He took a quick look around and noticed that there was someone in one of the stalls.

“Joe?” he called out.

There was no answer. It couldn’t be him.

He turned around and walked back toward the door when he heard a moan. He froze just inside the doorway and listened carefully. It took a moment but then he heard a muffled groan again, quickly followed by another. And then he heard the distinct sound of skin slapping against skin.

Holy shit, he thought to himself. There are people fucking in there. The muffled groan was probably from the top covering the bottom’s mouth so he didn’t scream too loud.

God, he needed to find Joe. He was so horny after hearing that. Maybe they could go back to their room to finally fuck. He smiled and walked out of the bathroom, hoping he’d find Joe soon.

*

“Where are you, Joe?” Tyler mumbled to himself after another few minutes and two more loops around the club.

He was just approaching the bar to ask the bartender if he had seen Joe anywhere when a man turned around with a drink and bumped into him, spilling it all down Tyler’s front.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” the man instantly apologised.

“It’s okay,” Tyler chuckled. “It’s not like you got any on my shir...”

Tyler froze.

“What the hell?” The man gasped. “Tyler?”

Tyler couldn’t speak. Even if he had been able to he wasn’t sure what he would have said.

He looked at the man’s face to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things but he would know those eyes, that nose and those lips anywhere. He saw them every week. In his biology class.

“Mr Brown…?” Tyler managed to squeak out.

“Tyler?” Mr Brown repeated, looking around like he didn’t believe it himself and was lost in some kind of weird dream.

When he realised that it was actually his student standing in front of him he put the almost empty glass down on the bar behind him, picked up a handful of napkins and then wrapped his other hand around Tyler’s wrist, pulling him close.

“What are you doing here?” Mr Brown demanded, leaning in close to speak but still far enough away so that he didn’t break eye contact.

Tyler stood still, staring into his teacher’s eyes. He felt like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have in class and almost apologised until he remembered where they were and that Mr Brown had no authority over him there.

“I’ve been dancing,” Tyler grinned.

Mr Brown scowled at the response and his fingers tightened around Tyler’s wrist, which they both suddenly realised he was still holding.

“Come with me,” Mr Brown said, letting go of Tyler’s wrist.

He turned around and started walking away, pausing only briefly to check that Tyler was following him; he was.

They walked across the club, past the bathrooms and went out through the door into the courtyard where it was a lot quieter.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Mr Brown said.

“Why?” Tyler asked.

Mr Brown looked at him like he wasn’t amused. “Because you’re 18.”

“So?” Tyler replied. “It’s not like I’m hurting anyone.”

“That’s not the point,” Mr Brown said. “How did you even get in here?”

Tyler knew there was no point lying at that point, “I got a fake ID. But it’s not like anyone questioned it. Do I look like a kid to you?”

Mr Brown looked at Tyler’s face for a long moment and then glanced down over his body. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open a little as he stared at Tyler’s exposed chest and abs, each muscle tight and defined and glistening with perspiration. He swallowed hard.

“No…” Mr Brown barely breathed. “You don’t.”

Tyler smiled, seeing Mr Brown’s thoughts play out on his face. He reached out and took the napkins from the teacher’s hand. A jolt of electricity shot through his body as their fingers touched and he saw the older man quiver too.

He slowly ran the napkins over his body, trying to wipe off the drink that had splashed across his chest and stomach, knowing that Mr Brown’s eyes were on him the whole time.

When he was done he turned around and tossed the napkins into a nearby trash can. He still felt a bit sticky but luckily almost none of the drink had gone on his jeans, just on his body, so it was nothing that a quick shower wouldn’t fix later.

He turned back around and was about to speak when he glanced down from Mr Brown’s face for the first time and felt his dick twitch in his jeans. How had he not noticed that Mr Brown was dressed just like him? He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight blue jeans and a cowboy hat. His ripped, muscular body was even better than Tyler remembered, with a small patch of dark hair stretched across his big pecs and an amazing set of abs with a slight trail that disappeared into the top of his jeans. Fuck he was hot.

They were both silent for a few seconds until their eyes snapped up to meet each other and they knew that they had been caught checking each other out.

Mr Brown had a look of fear in his eyes and his breath was suddenly ragged. “Erm… So… Who are you here with?”

Tyler smiled, knowing he had his teacher flustered. “Joe.”

“Where… Where is he?” Mr Brown asked, looking around like he expected to see him.

“I don’t know,” Tyler admitted. “I was trying to find him when I bumped into you.”

“You really shouldn’t be here,” Mr Brown said, quietly, looking away from Tyler like he didn’t want to make eye contact.

“You’ve already said that,” Tyler replied.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…” Mr Brown said as his eyes met Tyler’s for a brief moment before moving down over his body again and then back up. “…trying to look out for you.”

Tyler took a step forward, closing the gap between them so they were almost nose to nose. He could feel the heat rising from Mr Brown’s body as he looked into his teacher’s eyes. He lowered his voice, “I appreciate that. But trust me I can handle myself.”

He lifted his hand and placed it on Mr Brown’s firm chest. He left it there for a few seconds, expecting the older man to push it away or stop him, but he didn’t. Tyler took that as a sign and gently ran his hand down over the incredible body in front of him, feeling each of the man’s abs slide between his fingers.

Mr Brown shivered as Tyler’s fingertip circled around his belly button but then he jumped away when he realised what was happening. “Tyler!”

“It’s okay,” Tyler reasoned.

“No, it’s not,” Mr Brown shook his head, taking another step back. “Fuck, Tyler…”

Tyler glanced down to see a definite bulge in Mr Brown’s jeans. He’d made him hard. He smiled and stepped back up to him. He reached out and put his hand on Mr Brown’s hip, expecting to get pushed away. When Mr Brown didn’t move he slipped his thumb through one of the belt loops and held him close. “Mr Brown…”

“Stephen…” the older man weakly corrected, looking but not moving away.

Tyler smiled, “Stephen… What are YOU doing here?”

Mr Brown closed his eyes and lowered his head. “I came down for a reunion.”

“A reunion?” Tyler asked intrigued.

“Yeah,” Mr Brown nodded. “I came here ten years ago with my college buddies for our first spring break. We thought we’d do it again before we all turn thirty.”

“That’s cool,” Tyler grinned. “I’m glad you came.”

“Tyler…” Mr Brown warned.

Tyler smiled. He leaned in closer to whisper in Mr Brown’s ear. “Your body is amazing.”

“What?” Mr Brown gasped, leaning back but not actually stepping away.

Tyler reached up and ran his free hand over Mr Brown’s chest again. “You’re really hot.”

“Fuck Tyler…” Mr Brown groaned. “You can’t say that.”

“Why?” Tyler asked.

“Because I’m your teacher,” Mr Brown said, staring into Tyler’s eyes.

“Not here,” Tyler stated. “We’re not at school now.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Mr Brown said.

“You’re hard,” Tyler ignored him, instead running his hand down towards Mr Brown’s jeans.

“Stop,” Mr Brown growled, grabbing Tyler’s wrist to stop him going any lower. He was hard and he did want Tyler but he wouldn’t let that happen.

“No one has to know,” Tyler offered

“I’d know” Mr Brown snapped. “I’m your teacher.”

“So?” Tyler shot back.

Mr Brown’s eyes lit up with a fire that Tyler had never seen before and Tyler was suddenly nervous.

“So I took an oath,” Mr Brown growled. “I’m not about to break that.”

Tyler was stunned. The mood had completely changed in an instant and he didn’t know what to say.

Mr Brown sighed. “It’s my job to protect you, Tyler, to do what’s best for you. You might think of me as just a teacher but you’re so much more than just a student to me. I care about what happens to you and I can’t betray the confidence and trust that’s put in me to look after and guide you. I can’t.”

“But…” Tyler started.

“No, buts,” Mr Brown interrupted. “I’m still your teacher until the end of the semester. I couldn’t look at you in my classroom the same every week knowing that I… that we…”

“Fucked,” Tyler finished for him.

“Yes,” Mr Brown nodded reluctantly. He started to turn away.

“What if I wasn’t your student?” Tyler threw out.

Mr Brown stopped and spun back around.

“Would we be going back to your hotel room right now?” Tyler asked.

Mr Brown glared at him.

“Alright, fine,” Tyler said, holding his hands up in defeat. “What about after graduation? Could I fuck you then? I won’t be your student anymore.”

“Go find Joe,” was all that Mr Brown said as he turned and walked away.

A tremor passed through Tyler’s body. The tone of Mr Brown’s voice told him he had pushed things as far as they were going to go and he needed to leave. Surprisingly he was okay with that because he finally knew the truth. Mr Brown wanted him. It wasn’t just in his mind. And even though he now knew nothing would happen while he was still in school, who knew what might happen after?

*

When he still couldn’t find Joe after another loop around the club, Tyler decided to head back to the hotel to grab his phone. At least that way he could call Joe and find out where he was.

He walked along the strip and down to where his hotel was; the streets were so quiet in comparison to the noise inside the club. He walked through reception and took the elevator up to his floor.

He stepped out into the hallway and walked along until he was outside their hotel room. He pulled his room key out of his pocket and was about to slot it into the reader when he heard a moan.

What the fuck? Was that coming from inside?

He pressed his ear to the door.

“Oh fuck… Oh yes… Oh fuck…”

Tyler’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.

It was Joe.

“Oh God yes!” Joe cried out.

Tyler closed his eyes and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Was Joe in there with someone? He had to be. He had only heard Joe moan like that when he was…

“Oh fuck… Go deeper,” Joe whimpered.

Tyler’s eyes snapped open. What the hell? Was Joe getting fucked? In their room? By someone else?

He turned away, not wanting it to be real, hoping that it was just the alcohol he had consumed messing with his head. But then as he took a few steps he heard Joe moan again and the feelings inside him changed. Suddenly he didn’t feel sad that it wasn’t him in that room making Joe moan like that, he was angry that Joe would bring someone else back to the room they were sharing, that he would choose someone else over him.

He turned around and walked back to the door. He was determined now. He slid his key card into the reader and held his breath as the light turned green and the lock clicked open.

“Keep going,” Joe moaned. “Just like that.”

Knowing that they hadn’t heard him, Tyler slowly pressed down on the handle, easing the door open. He stepped inside and let it quietly shut behind him, the sounds of Joe’s moans and panted breaths in a rhythm that Tyler knew all too well filling the room.

He was glad they had the little corridor in the room now because it meant that Joe couldn’t see him as he snuck in and tiptoed his way forward, approaching the bedroom.

When he got to the end he stopped and looked down at the floor. Did he really want to see what Joe was doing? Who he was with?

No. He didn’t want to see it. He needed to.

Opening his eyes he took the final step and peered around the corner into the bedroom.

Joe was standing in the middle of the room, between the two beds, completely naked. His head was thrown back and his hips were moving, thrusting forwards, making his amazing ass tense with every push.

“Oh yeah…” Joe sighed.

He wasn’t getting fucked.

He wasn’t even with another guy.

The girl from the club that Joe had been dancing with most of the night was on her knees in front of him, sucking on the tip of his big cock while stroking the rest of his shaft with her hand.

Tyler bit his lip as he watched her bob up and down, moving her head back and forth, slowly taking more of Joe into her mouth, not getting further than about five inches before pulling back up and doing it all over again. She made very little noise but she was clearly doing a good job because Joe more than made up for the two of them.

Joe’s groans turned almost to a whimper and his head rolled forward until he was looking down at the girl blowing him. He reached down and ran his hands through her hair as she continued to suck on him.

After a moment he pulled his hips back and slid his cock out of her mouth. He moved his hand so it was under her chin and brought her to her feet, holding her face as he kissed her deep, no doubt tasting himself on her tongue. He then scooped her up into his arms and she threw herself around him, looking tiny against his big frame. His dick was rock hard, standing completely upright, all eight glorious inches of it, glistening from her saliva.

Tyler continued to watch as Joe climbed up onto the second bed and laid the girl down on her back, following her down, not breaking the kiss as he began to thrust his dick against her, rubbing it against her.

They continued to kiss for a while, clutching at each other as their lips and tongues wrestled and they moaned into each other’s mouths. Joe then moved south, letting his lips glide across her neck and down her chest as he searched out her nipple, quickly sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

The girl writhed beneath him and Tyler saw pleasure on Joe’s face as he continued to suck on her nipples that told him he wasn’t faking anything, Joe really did love it, being with a woman, being on top. He was bisexual and wasn’t just lying to himself for the sake of his career. Somehow that made the scene in front of him so much hotter, seeing Joe so turned on, and Tyler’s dick was quickly throbbing in his jeans.

He continued to watch as Joe licked his way down the girl’s stomach, using his hand to squeeze her breast as the other slipped off her panties and his face disappeared between her legs.

The girl screamed when Joe’s tongue slid against her, inside her, and he began to eat her out.

Tyler’s cock was pulsing in his jeans watching it unfold. He wanted to reach down and touch himself, to pop open the jeans and start stroking himself, or just to make a noise and let them know that he was there. Maybe they could have another threesome like they did the year before? But then maybe he’d spook her and she’d run off. He didn’t want to ruin Joe’s fun so he decided to stay quiet and just watch.

Joe continued to go down on the girl, all the while stroking his big cock, which Tyler could tell was leaking. He knew that Joe was going to fuck her and part of him wanted to see it while the other part didn’t. He felt like Joe’s cock should be getting ready to fuck him, that they didn’t need a girl when they had each other; but that was his sexuality, not Joe’s. He would be happy with just the two of them but he wasn’t sure Joe ever would be.

Tyler almost gasped when he saw Joe produce a condom from somewhere, he wasn’t sure where because they hadn’t used one in months, and in a matter of seconds he expertly ripped open the packet with his teeth, rolled the XL magnum down his big cock and moved up between the girl’s legs, pushing it inside her.

The girl’s head flew back as Joe sank into her and she screamed out in pleasure as he began to go deep.

Suddenly Tyler felt like he was intruding, that he was seeing something that he wasn’t supposed to. As hot was it was to see Joe fuck the girl, and it was, his body looked incredible on top of her, his muscles popping his ass tensing as he drove into her, it also felt wrong to be watching it and so he quietly tiptoed forward, grabbed his phone from the desk and backed up, letting himself out of the room, knowing they wouldn’t hear the door close behind him with how loud the girl was moaning.

He walked back down the hallway almost in a daze and rode the elevator down to the lobby. He then walked outside and took a deep breath, letting the ocean breeze fill his lungs as he looked up at the clear night sky. A smile spread across his face and he actually found himself laughing.

He crossed the street and walked out across the beach, finding a place to sit so he could look up at the moon as he listened to the waves crash against the shore.

He wasn’t mad at Joe for taking the girl back to their hotel room, even if he would have appreciated a little warning. He wasn’t sure why Joe had just suddenly left the club with her without saying anything to him, leaving him at the bar buying drinks, but then at the same time Tyler would have probably done the same thing himself if Mr Brown hadn’t turned him down and it could be him back in the room fucking his teacher instead of Joe fucking that girl, so he had no right to be angry. He was glad that Joe had used the other bed though; theirs was still just for them.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat on the beach for. It was probably close to an hour. He thought about going for a walk or even going back to the club but he didn’t really want to do either. He checked his social media and saw that Evan and Jake were enjoying their own spring break somewhere, posting a picture of them sat at a table enjoying a drink, and then he started watching videos on YouTube until his phone buzzed.

It was Joe.

“Where are you? Come back to the room.”

Tyler turned his head and looked over at the hotel. Had the girl left?

He rose to his feet, brushing the sand off his jeans and walked back to the hotel.

He hesitated momentarily when he got to the room, wondering what he would do if the girl was still there and they were still going at it, but he didn’t hear any moaning this time so he slid his key into the reader and pushed the door open.

When he stepped inside he heard the shower running and he walked to the bedroom where all evidence that the girl had even been there was gone. He sat down on their bed and waited.

A few minutes later the shower turned off and Joe appeared, wearing nothing but a towel, his hair still slightly wet and a few drops of water still clinging to his pecs.

“Hey,” Joe smiled.

“Hey,” Tyler replied, not sure what else to say.

Joe looked at him for a long moment. “So… you saw…?”

“Yeah…” Tyler nodded. “How did you know?”

“You took your phone,” Joe explained, pointing to it in Tyler’s hand. “You left it on the desk when we went out so I knew you’d been back.”

“Yeah…” Tyler confirmed. “I didn’t want to interrupt. You were pretty in to it.”

“Yeah, I guess I was,” Joe chuckled.

“Has she gone?” Tyler asked, looking toward the bathroom.

“Yes,” Joe replied. “She begged off after a while. Said my dick was too big for her.”

Tyler chuckled this time. “It does take some getting used to.”

“Yeah,” Joe smiled. “You got there.”

“Yeah, I did,” Tyler grinned. “If you want to finish what you started…”

Tyler put his phone down on the bed and stood up.

“You ready to make good on your promise from the club?” Joe asked.

“Yeah,” Tyler nodded.

Joe stepped up and slid his arms around Tyler’s waist. “I really want to fuck you. But…”

“But what?” Tyler asked, raising an eyebrow when Joe didn’t finish.

“Do you know how good you look right now?” Joe asked.

He ran his hands over Tyler’s bare chest and then slid them down over his abs until they settled on Tyler’s hips. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of Tyler’s jeans.

“Seeing you all hot and sweaty earlier in nothing but these jeans… and that cowboy hat…” Joe bit his lip and smiled mischievously. “I wanted you to fuck me out on that dance floor, Ty. To just strip me naked and fuck me right there in front of everyone.”

“Jeez…” Tyler sighed.

“I need you inside me, Ty,” Joe declared. “You look so fucking hot as a cowboy. I need to ride you. Bareback. Breed me.”

Fuck!

They pounced on each other, their lips crashing together in a fierce kiss. Tyler grabbed Joe and slammed him against the wall as he attacked his lips even harder.

“You know what you’re asking for?” Tyler panted when they pulled apart.

“Yes,” Joe nodded. “I need it, Ty. Own me.”

Tyler growled and slammed Joe against the wall again as he continued to kiss him. He grabbed hold of Joe’s hands and linked their fingers together as he lifted them up and pressed them back against the wall, holding Joe in place as he kissed him and brought their crotches together, grinding his covered dick against Joe’s.

Tyler moved to kiss Joe’s neck but the brim of his cowboy hat got in the way and he let go of one of Joe’s hands, reaching up to pull the hat off.

“No!” Joe cried, grabbing hold of Tyler’s hand. “Leave it on. I want you to fuck me in it.”

Tyler studied Joe for a second and then smiled. He pushed the cowboy hat further up his head, still leaving it on, so that he could get to Joe’s neck. He leaned in and started kissing it, zeroing in on Joe’s weak spot.

“Fuck yes!” Joe moaned.

Tyler continued moving south, kissing over Joe’s chest and down across his abs as he slowly dropped to his knees in front of him. He ran his hands up Joe’s big legs and then up over Joe’s incredible body as he looked up at him and then he slid his hands back down, grabbed hold of the towel and pulled it off; Joe’s big eight inch cock springing up, bouncing around just in front of Tyler’s face.

Tyler leaned forward and pressed the tip of his nose to the base of Joe’s cock. He then ran it all the way up Joe’s shaft, breathing in as he did. It was clean; the only smell coming from it was the scent of Joe’s favourite body wash.

Replacing his nose with his tongue, Tyler stared up at Joe as he snaked his tongue back down to the base of the shaft and then slowly licked his way back up. When he got to the tip, he slid his tongue all the way around the head and gently flicked his tongue against the slit, tasting a drop of precum as it bubbled up out of Joe’s dick.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Tyler sucked the head into his mouth and immediately went to work, using his lips and tongue to kiss and caress Joe’s cock, bobbing up and down for a few seconds before he took a deep breath and dove down, swallowing Joe down to the root, the big cock slipping into his throat.

“HOLY FUCK!” Joe screamed, trying to cling onto the wall as his legs quivered and his body heaved from Tyler swallowing every inch of him.

Tyler pulled off to the tip and let Joe’s cock rest on his tongue for a second before he looked up and smiled, “Who sucks you better? Me or her?”

“Oh fuck,” Joe gasped. “You, Ty, you. It’s not even close.”

Joe reached down and put his hand on the top of Tyler’s head, on top of the cowboy hat and he guided Tyler back onto his cock.

“Oh God yes! Suck me, cowboy!” Joe cried.

Tyler smiled around Joe’s cock, knowing that he had him, that he could pleasure him in a way that no one else could. He continued to suck on Joe’s big cock until he heard Joe’s breathing change and felt the legs beneath his hands begin to tremble and then he pulled off, getting back to his feet.

Tyler stepped back, seeing Joe trying to gather himself from almost shooting his load, his cock was jerking and throbbing. He repositioned the cowboy hat so it was back on the top of his head and said, “Your turn.”

Joe looked at Tyler but didn’t say anything. Instead he nodded silently and walked on shaking legs until he was standing in front of Tyler and then slowly lowered himself to his knees, looking up at Tyler’s huge body and his handsome face as the quarterback stared down at him.

“You know what to do,” Tyler stated.

Joe leaned in and kissed Tyler’s stomach, kissing each one of his abs and slipping his tongue into Tyler’s belly button while he used one hand to gently stroke the bulge in Tyler’s jeans.

“Look at me,” Tyler commanded.

Joe looked up at him, waiting for his next instruction.

“You want my dick?” Tyler asked. Joe nodded. “Then open my jeans and take it.”

Tyler expected Joe to dive in but he didn’t. He stared up at Tyler for a long moment and then he reached his hands up and started running them over Tyler’s chest, feeling his pecs, before he moved down to his abs. Only once he had covered every inch of Tyler’s torso did he move down to the pants, putting his hands on the waistband of Tyler’s jeans and tugging them down slightly, exposing the cuts as Tyler’s waist enough so that he could lean in and trace them with his tongue, dipping it down beneath the fabric before he pulled back and repeated it on the other side.

Moving his fingers around to the front, Joe looked up at Tyler and slowly popped open the button on his jeans. He then pulled the two sides apart, forcing the zipper to slide down until enough of Tyler was exposed for him to lean in and bury his face in, kissing the skin above Tyler’s boxers first before moving down to wrap his lips around Tyler’s covered shaft.

“Take it out,” Tyler ordered.

Joe again looked up at him as he took hold of the jeans and tugged them down. Tyler was so hard that it was difficult to get them past his bulge but Joe put some extra strength into it and pulled them down to Tyler’s ankles.

Tyler’s cock was still trapped inside his boxer briefs and he moaned when he felt Joe’s mouth back on him, the heat from Joe’s breath penetrating the material as he rubbed his face against the hard shaft, closing his mouth around it and gently biting it with his teeth.

Tyler ran his hand down and slid his fingers into Joe’s hair. He took a fistful and pulled Joe’s head back, forcing him to look up at him.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” Tyler stated, staring at Joe. He leaned down and kissed him on the lips. When he pulled back Joe was still looking up at him with his mouth open so Tyler spit directly onto Joe’s tongue and then swooped back in for another kiss.

“Take ‘em off,” Tyler said when he stood back up. Joe reached for his underwear but Tyler stopped him. “No. The shoes first.”

Joe looked down at Tyler’s feet and then briefly back up before he went down and pulled open Tyler’s laces, slipping one shoe and then the other off of Tyler’s feet. He then lifted Tyler’s feet so he could take his socks off and then finally pulled the jeans off, tossing them across the room.

“Now come get it,” Tyler said.

Joe lunged forward again, shoving his face against Tyler’s crotch. He then reached up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the underwear, and slowly pulled them down. Tyler’s dick didn’t spring free; it didn’t have a chance. As soon as the tip slid out from beneath the fabric it was covered by Joe’s lips as he sucked the cock into his mouth and pulled off Tyler’s underwear, not once ever letting the dick leave his mouth.

“Suck my dick, Joe,” Tyler moaned, putting his hand on the back of Joe’s head as Joe began to suck him, moving back and forth. He didn’t put any pressure on Joe’s head, he just wanted to hold it as Joe took more and more of him into his mouth.

Joe moaned around Tyler’s cock as he bobbed his head up and down, using his tongue to massage the underside of the shaft and head. He loved having Tyler’s hot, thick cock on his tongue more than he ever thought he would and feeling Tyler grip his hair tighter and his dick pulse in his mouth let Joe know he was making his best friend feel good and that made him want to work harder.

“Take me deeper,” Tyler said.

Joe looked up at him again to see Tyler staring down at him. He held eye contact and then pushed his head forward, letting more and more of Tyler’s cock disappear into his mouth. He felt the head brush against the entry to his throat and then continuing to stare up at Tyler he pushed even further and felt it pop into his throat, sliding in deep, his nose buried in Tyler’s trimmed pubes.

“Holy shit!” Tyler cried, quickly pulling his dick out of Joe’s throat and completely out of his mouth. “I almost shot down your throat. Fuck!”

Joe wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood up and he grabbed hold of Tyler’s throbbing cock, pulling him close as their lips crashed together again.

“Fuck me, Ty,” Joe said with a final kiss.

He turned around and was about to climb onto the bed when Tyler grabbed his arm and stopped him. Joe watched as Tyler walked over to the desk and picked up Joe’s cowboy hat, walking back over to him and putting it on top of Joe’s head.

“You want to fuck a cowboy,” Tyler stated. “So do I.”

Tyler then surprised Joe by picking him up. Joe quickly wrapped his arms and legs around Tyler so he didn’t fall and then gasped and buried his face in Tyler’s shoulder when he felt Tyler’s hard cock slide into the crack of his ass.

The two moved together as Tyler’s cock slid through the trench between Joe’s muscular ass cheeks, occasionally brushing his hole.

“Fuck Ty,” Joe moaned. “Put it in me.”

“Not yet,” Tyler said. “Get on the bed.”

He let Joe down and Joe quickly scrambled up onto the mattress, lying on his back, looking expectantly at Tyler.

“On all fours,” Tyler demanded.

Joe saw a fire in Tyler’s eyes he had rarely seen and quickly obeyed, rolling over and pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, presenting his ass to Tyler.

“Sexiest fucking ass…” Tyler mumbled, each word getting slightly louder for Joe as Tyler stepped closer, climbed into the bed and shoved his face into Joe’s crack, spearing his hole with his tongue.

Joe screamed and grabbed onto the sheets beneath him. His toes curled and his back arched as Tyler drove his tongue into him, over and over again.

“Fuck…” Tyler groaned, pulling back. “You prepped for me?”

Joe lowered his head to the mattress but made a noise to confirm that he had.

Tyler bit one of Joe’s ass cheeks, tempted to give him another hickey to match the other one, and then he licked his way up Joe’s back, feeling him tremble beneath him, until he had his cock angled down into Joe’s crack but was essentially sitting on Joe’s back.

“You want me to ride you like the stud you are?” Tyler asked.

It took a moment for Joe to be able to lift his head. “I don’t care how. Just fuck me.”

Tyler moved back and glanced down at Joe’s ass. It really was the hottest ass he had ever seen. He reached forward and ran his hand over that perfect, muscular ass. Part of him wanted to keep touching it, caressing it, to bend down and bury his face between those cheeks and feast on it again but he had other ideas.

“Oh fuck!” Joe screamed as Tyler’s big hand slapped his ass, his back arching as he moaned in both pain and pleasure.

“That’s for fucking someone other than me,” Tyler growled. He slapped Joe’s ass again.

“Oh fuck…” Joe panted the same words but in a completely different way.

“No one is ever going to make you feel better than I do,” Tyler said.

He spanked Joe again, eliciting the same reaction as before. Then he did it again.

“Oh shit. Fuck me Ty!” Joe begged. “I’ll never fuck anyone else again if you just put your dick in me.”

Tyler smiled. He knew Joe didn’t mean that but it was hot hearing how into the moment he was. He looked down at Joe’s ass, the hole glistening with spit. He then glanced at his cock, the only moisture on it the precum leaking from the tip. God, he wanted to just drive his dick into Joe raw and bare but he wanted Joe to love it, to know it would never be better than it was with him, and so he kept his eyes on his cock and spat down onto it, gently stroking the saliva up and down his shaft to coat it in spit before he pressed the head against Joe’s ass and teased the hole.

“You want me inside you?” Tyler teased, pushing but not entering.

“Yes. Yes. Please,” Joe begged, trying to force his ass back onto Tyler’s cock.

Tyler pulled away and grabbed the bottle of lube they had on the nightstand between the beds. He popped open the cap and poured some into his hand, first coating his cock and then adding some more as he reached down and slipped two fingers against and then inside Joe’s ass.

Joe rocked back and forth, fucking himself on Tyler’s big, thick fingers. Tyler had the most perfect hands with nails that looked like he had them manicured even though he didn’t. Two of his fingers were almost as thick as his cock.

Knowing that Joe was ready, Tyler slid his fingers out. Joe groaned but Tyler didn’t give him time to feel empty because he immediately replaced his fingers with his cock and pushed inside, popping straight past any resistance as he sunk in and bottomed out inside Joe with one long push.

“Oh fuck!” Joe cried out, his eyes wide, his cock throbbing as he felt Tyler’s cock slice through him, going as deep as it could, Tyler’s balls pressed against his ass, buried to the hilt.

As soon as he felt Joe’s ass slide onto his cock the whole world and everything else that had happened that night disappeared; the girl, Mr Brown, everything. It was just the two of them, alone in that hotel room, nothing and no one between them, not even a condom.

Tyler stared down at Joe’s ass, looking right between his cheeks to where his cock was buried inside Joe’s amazing hole, and he watched as he pulled out and then shoved back in, seeing his shaft appear and disappear over and over again as he started to pick up speed, fucking Joe’s ass with every inch of his cock.

“Oh fuck, yes Ty,” Joe moaned as Tyler fucked him, that perfect cock gliding in and out of him, setting every nerve ending in his ass on fire as it rubbed against them. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Tyler bent down and kissed Joe’s back, not letting his thrusts into Joe’s ass falter even for a second as he continued to nail him.

“This ass is mine, Joe,” Tyler said against Joe’s skin. “Wherever we go. Whatever we do. It’s mine.”

“Oh fuck yeah. It’s all yours, Ty. Fuck me. Never stop fucking me,” Joe panted, pushing his ass back to fuck himself on Tyler’s cock just as much as Tyler was fucking him.

Tyler kissed between Joe’s shoulders and then pushed himself back up to his knees. He slapped Joe’s ass again and then held on to his hips, using them for grip as he began to hammer Joe’s ass, really pounding him hard and deep, their skin slapping together as he drilled him.

Tyler was lost in the rhythm of the fuck, his head back, his eyes closed, when he felt Joe suddenly pull away from him and his dick slipped out of Joe’s ass.

“What are you…?” Tyler started.

“Fuck…” Joe gasped, falling down onto the bed, his body shaking. “You almost made me cum.”

“Just from my cock fucking you?” Tyler asked.

Joe nodded.

“And that’s a bad thing?” Tyler continued.

“No,” Joe panted. “But I’m not ready yet. I need to ride you.”

Tyler smiled and crawled up the bed. He lay down next to Joe, his cock still throbbing, and ran his finger up and down Joe’s body, coming closer and closer to his big dick every time but never quite touching it, seeing it still twitching.

When Joe had calmed down, he leaned in and bent his head so he could kiss Tyler without their hats colliding, and then he threw his leg over Tyler’s body so that he was straddling him.

“Fuck…” Tyler groaned looking up at Joe as he held onto his hips.

Joe’s long, powerful legs were on either side of his body, his thick, muscular thighs pressed against him. His big eight inch cock stood proud and erect, reaching all the way up to his belly button and his incredible six pack abs. His round, muscular pecs glistened with the first signs of sweat building up on them. His big shoulders, his thick neck, his beautiful face, all capped off with the cowboy hat that sat atop his head.

“Fuck…” Tyler gasped. He ran his hands up Joe’s thighs and then up over his body. He didn’t know how but he was still amazed by how hot Joe was. “Ride me Joe. Sit on my dick and ride me like a cowboy.”

Joe smiled and shifted his body a little. He reached behind him and found Tyler’s rock hard cock. He stroked it a couple of times, seeing the bliss on Tyler’s face, and then pulled it up, lining the head up with his hole and then he pushed back, feeling the cock spread him open as it sank into him.

They both stopped when Tyler was buried deep and Joe was sitting on his hips, fully impaled. They were both panting and needed a moment to gather themselves.

Joe sat atop Tyler, gently clenching his hole so that he was squeezing Tyler’s cock. He reached down and ran his hands over Tyler’s chest before sliding his finger across his abs, appreciating the insanely hot guy beneath him.

When he was ready, Joe slowly started to move, not up and down, just rocking back and forth and moving his ass in circles while it was still pressed against Tyler’s hips. He was grinding down on Tyler’s cock, feeling it move around inside him.

“Oh fuck!” Joe cried, throwing his head back as Tyler’s cock brushed against his spot inside him and his cock jumped up, slapping against his belly.

“God you’re so hot,” Tyler said, holding onto Joe’s hips, pushing his ass up off the bed, trying to push his dick even further into Joe’s ass.

Joe shifted his position slightly, moving forward to put more of his weight on his knees and lifting his feet so his toes were now on the mattress, giving him leverage. He used it to lift himself up, slowly letting Tyler’s cock slide out of him before he rocked backwards and sank back down on it.

“That’s it, Joe. Ride my dick,” Tyler encouraged.

Joe repeated the move, easing off and then dropping back down on Tyler’s cock. Every time the dick went deep his back arched a little and he let out a panted moan, sweat really beginning to build on his body as he kept going, fucking himself on Tyler’s cock.

“Faster,” Tyler groaned, lying back mesmerised by the sight and feeling of Joe as he obeyed, picked up the pace and started bouncing on his cock.

Joe was in heaven. He really did mean it when he said that nothing ever felt better than when Tyler was inside him. Sweat was beginning to drip down his body from the exertion but he kept going. His cock was rock hard, slapping against Tyler’s abs every time he dropped down. He wanted to reach for it but he didn’t want to cum too soon so instead he started running his hands over his own body, feeling his pecs, squeezing his own nipple, and then he ran his hand up the back of his neck and up onto the top of his head, holding on to the cowboy hat as he picked up the pace even more, truly riding Tyler’s cock.

“Fuck your cock feels so good, Ty,” Joe moaned, throwing his head back.

Joe ass clamped down on his cock and Tyler gasped. He threw his arm out and tried to grab the sheets to ball them up in his fist but his hand found something else. He turned his head. His stomach tightened and his dick jerked inside Joe. It was his phone.

He grabbed it and quickly tapped in his passcode. He wasn’t even thinking as he tapped the icon for the camera and then hit record when it loaded up. What he saw on the screen almost made him cum on the spot.

It was the perfect shot of his tight abs, flexing as he panted for breath while Joe, his huge cock bouncing up and down, his incredible abs and big pecs glistening from sweat, the bicep on arm that was still on top of the cowboy hat flexed as Joe rode him like a bronco at a rodeo and his cock disappeared up Joe’s amazing ass.

FUCK!

He pressed stop and tossed the phone aside. As hot as that video was and as many times as he would watch it in the future he currently had the real thing sitting on his cock and he wasn’t going to waste a second more of it.

He reached up and wrapped his fingers around Joe’s big cock, stroking it from the base to the tip, his fingers getting coated with the precum that was leaking from it.

“Fuck Ty. No!” Joe gasped, reaching down to grab Tyler’s hand and take it off his cock.

He held on to Tyler’s wrist as he slowly pulled himself off of Tyler’s cock and fell down onto the mattress beside him.

“Fuck… Fuck…” Joe panted.

Tyler turned slightly onto his side, looking at Joe as he reached down, swiped his finger across the head of Joe’s cock again, making Joe cry out, his body heaving, and then he stared into Joe’s eyes as he brought the finger up to his mouth and licked the precum off it.

“Damn you taste good,” Tyler smiled.

“Fuck Ty,” Joe still panted. “You almost made me cum again.”

“My dick must feel real good inside you then,” Tyler smiled.

“You fucking know it does,” Joe groaned. “You’re the same when I fuck you.”

“Yeah,” Tyler smiled, reaching down to run his finger along the length of Joe’s dick again. “I do love this big cock inside me.”

“Oh shit,” Joe moaned. “You fuck me out of my goddamn mind, Ty.”

Tyler just smiled and lay beside Joe, running his fingers over Joe’s stomach and chest until he saw Joe’s breathing return to normal.

“You ready for more?” Tyler asked.

“Yes,” Joe smiled.

Tyler jumped up off the bed and grabbed onto Joe’s ankles, pulling him to the edge of the mattress.

Joe put his hand on his head so he didn’t lose his cowboy hat, staring up at Tyler still wearing his, thinking about how hot he looked, and then he started lifting his legs.

“Nuh uh,” Tyler shook his head. “I want you doggy for this.”

Joe smiled and swung his legs down, rolling over and climbing up onto his hands and knees with his feet just hanging off the edge of the mattress.

Tyler stepped up behind him and gently caressed his ass cheeks before he gave one a hard slap. As Joe reared up from the contact, Tyler took the opportunity to catch him off guard and in one swift movement he grabbed onto Joe’s hips and plunged his dick back into Joe’s ass.

“HOLY FUCK!!” Joe screamed, his back arching, his shoulder scrunching up, his arms almost giving way as Tyler’s cock drilled in deep, straight to his core.

“Now I’m really going to ride you,” Tyler said.

Tyler didn’t give Joe time to recover. He pulled out and immediately drove his cock back in, repeating it over and over again until he was hammering Joe’s ass, his hips bouncing off of Joe’s cheeks, his moans and the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room.

“Oh fuck… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck me…” Joe panted, almost delirious.

He tried to bury his face in the sheets on the bed, but the brim of the hat was in the way. Instead of taking it off, he gripped the sheets in his fist and pulled them to his mouth, biting onto them to stop himself from screaming the hotel down as Tyler drilled him again.

When he regained his composure, Joe started rocking back, meeting every thrust that Tyler made into his ass so they were working together to fuck his ass, his whole body starting to tingle again.

Tyler ran his hands up Joe’s back and tried to hold on to his hips but Joe’s skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and it was hard to keep a good grip on him to really get purchase and leverage.

“Fuck,” he growled in frustration, looking around the room.

He spotted something and pulled his dick out of Joe’s ass, completely, causing Joe to crumble on the bed, panting for breath.

Tyler stepped over to the desk and picked up the belt that he had bought to go with his jeans but hadn’t ended up wearing. He walked back to the bed with his hard glistening cock leading the way.

Joe had glanced back over his shoulder to see where Tyler had gone and his eyes were wide seeing him approach with the belt. Spanking him with his hand had been one thing but he didn’t want to get whipped by a belt.

“What are you…?” Joe started to ask as he began to push himself up.

“Get back down,” Tyler said, putting his hand in the middle of Joe’s back and pushing him down onto the bed. “I need something to hold on to.”

Joe was confused until he felt Tyler wrap the belt around his waist, briefly grabbing his dick to move it out of the way as he slid the end of the belt through the buckle and pulled it tight around Joe’s waste, holding the end in his hand.

“Now I’ve got you saddled I’m gonna ride you ‘til you cum, cowboy,” Tyler declared.

Joe was still a little unsure when Tyler pulled on the belt, hiking his ass up into the perfect position so that he could bury his cock back inside it.

This time Tyler didn’t take it easy. He held onto the belt, pulling it tight, pulling Joe against him, and he absolutely pummelled Joe’s ass, using it for leverage to fuck Joe as hard as he could, yanking on it every time he thrust forward into Joe’s ass to maximize penetration, his hips bouncing off Joe’s ass, never letting Joe get away from him.

“Tyler… Tyler… Tyler…” Joe babbled as Tyler pounded his ass.

Tyler smiled and reached up, tipping his cowboy hat slightly as he continued to throw his hips forward, driving his dick into Joe, his entire body now also covered in sweat too. He held onto the belt, keeping Joe in place as he slowed his thrusts and pumped his hips forward jabbing his cock into Joe, each one making Joe cry out in pleasure.

Tyler held onto the belt with one hand and ran the other up Joe’s back until he got to his head. He pulled the cowboy hat off and threw it aside. He then ran his fingers through Joe’s hair and grabbed onto it, using it to pull Joe backward, making him rise up onto his knees so that Joe’s back was eventually pressed against his chest and he could whisper into Joe’s ear.

“You’re mine, baby,” Tyler declared as he kissed the side of Joe’s face. “No one is ever going to fuck you better than this.”

Joe nodded, his mouth hanging open, a whimper rising from somewhere inside him as Tyler continued to fuck him, holding him close now.

Tyler loosened the belt and pulled it off, throwing it off the bed. He then reached around and wrapped his hand around Joe’s cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts that still drove his dick into Joe’s ass.

“Cum for me,” Tyler said and then he latched his mouth onto the sweet spot on Joe’s neck.

Joe screamed. Between Tyler’s lips on his neck, his hand around his cock and his dick in his ass, Joe was so overwhelmed that he just tossed his head back and let himself go, his cock pulsing in Tyler’s hand as it began spewing out hot cum like a volcano erupting all over the bed.

As Joe came his ass went tight around Tyler’s cock, clamping down on it and sending Tyler crashing over the edge. He wrapped his free arm around Joe’s chest, pulling him close as he pressed his lips against Joe’s shoulder and pushed his cock as deep inside Joe as it would go, exploding inside him.

When they both came down from their orgasms, Tyler slowly pulled his spent cock out of Joe’s ass, dropped the cowboy hat to the floor and crawled up the bed, pulling Joe with him where they quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The end of spring break.

No Regrets will continue.

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