Best Gay Erotica 2012

TRAINING TYLER Jace Barton

I’ve never been hopelessly attracted to straight men. If I’m ever into a guy and find out he’s not on my team, my lust evaporates. I’ve always been good at switching that part of my brain off. So it came as quite a surprise when, during my junior year at college, I found myself totally, utterly, hopelessly in lust with my straight roommate, Tyler.

We’d been roommates in a small campus apartment since spring of sophomore year. The first time I met him I couldn’t help but notice his so-black-it’s-blue hair, his eyes the color of espresso, a cocky sideways grin that told me he knew he was hot (so go on and look) and a strong tennis player’s grip as he shook my hand. That’s when a shiver traveled down my spine: I was fantasizing that grip all over my body.

As is my custom, the first thing I told him was my name. Then I told him I was gay.

“So, if that’s a problem…” I was always on the defensive in those days.

“Nah, nah. It’s all good. I’ve got lots of gay friends.”

I immediately rolled my eyes. “Fuck you!”

He laughed. “Maybe later,” he said, his grin widening. And so it went. Turned out he really was cool with me being gay. I told him I was cool with him being straight (“No one’s perfect!” I chirped), and we got along. He talked to me as if I were one of his beer-swilling, football-watching alpha male jock buddies. Bragging about the superiority of his manhood (I’d tell him to prove it). Smacking my ass (I’d tell him to dive right in). We developed a back-and-forth that rivaled his tennis game. Once I caught him eating a piece of pizza I had saved in the fridge and gave him hell for it. He tugged at his crotch and said, “Suck my cock.” I told him, “Maybe later,” and he almost choked on his mouthful of spicy sausage and cold dough. “You sound like you have a mouthful of cock yourself,” I said. He grinned and chugged some soda.

Somewhere along the way, our back-and-forth crossed over into flirty territory, or so I thought. Or maybe I was hoping. Needless to say, this was one of the factors that led to me becoming infatuated with Tyler.

Another big factor was Tyler’s lack of modesty. He was almost never fully clothed in our apartment. He was forever coming from or going to the gym or practice. On the way out he’d still be yanking his clothes on, and as soon as he came back through the door he’d be pulling off sweat-drenched shorts or shirts. In the mornings it would be a typical sight to see him shirtless at the stove. One time I came in and he’d looked over an exquisitely sculpted shoulder, the stubble from his chin audibly scraping his skin, and in his most sexy voice whispered, “Want some?”

I had another of those shivers.

The next shiver came spring of junior year.

It was late April, in the middle of one of those weeks filled with lots of wind and rain. I was on the computer, finishing up a paper for English, thinking about taking a break and spending the next half an hour looking at porn. I had the place to myself, since Tyler was at his girlfriend’s place—Jill or Pam. I’ll call her Jam. He’d been having trouble with her. Tyler was a guy’s guy. He liked armpit farts and beer and just being generally vulgar. Everybody was “dude” or “bro.” She was, I guess you could say… uptight? She’d get instantly mad at any of his many inappropriate comments. And once she was mad, she’d refuse to speak to him, or clack her pink frosted fingernails against each other or snap her gum to show her disapproval. I really didn’t like her.

So that night they had a huge fight and Tyler came home early. A moment of wind and cold and the door slammed shut and he was inside. I spun around in my chair and looked at him. His jacket was wet and clinging to his torso and I was reminded how much I couldn’t wait to jerk off. His hair was getting long, a little shaggy, so he had to wipe it out of his face and then fling rainwater off of his hand. He looked at me and saw the puzzled look on my face.

“Fuckin’ women!”

“What now?”

“Blue fuckin’ balls.”

“Eh?”

He sat down on the sofa.

“Long story.”

“How about a quick summary?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

“You’re gay.”

“I am. Next question.”

“Ugh. I’m not in the mood. So. You’re gay. So. That means. You like. Uh… anal sex?”

“The technical term is butt sex. But yes, I tend to enjoy it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay. So. Um.” I noticed he was blushing. “So the first time. You had…”

“Butt sex.”

He rolled his eyes again. “Did it hurt?”

I paused and looked at him. I laughed. “The first time? Yeah. I guess.”

He shot up. “Ha! I knew it. I told her!”

I leaned back in the chair. “Wait, wait, wait. Pump the brakes. You need to back up.”

He took off his jacket and tossed it on the floor. This was a recent habit of his. He’d wear a piece of clothing, then when he was through with it he’d just throw it on the floor. Usually he’d run out of clothes unless I did the laundry.

“Okay. So, like, we’re at her place. In her room. She brings up last weekend. She drunk dialed me and so I came over. Whatever. Did I ever tell you she refuses to give blow jobs?”

Tyler was always telling me about his sex life. This, however, he hadn’t mentioned.

“No, you haven’t. But it’s ironic, you know. You always telling everyone to suck your cock and the one person who should won’t.”

“Exactly!” Off came his shoes and his shirt. He went to the fridge and got a beer. “So anyway. Her room. She’s drunk. She decides to blow me. It’s been like, what? Forever since I’ve had a blow job. It’s good. Surprisingly good. She needs to learn proper teeth control, but whatever. No such thing as a bad blow job. Am I right?”

I raised my hands in a “truer words, man” gesture.

He went on. “So she’s hot and heavy into it and out of the blue—she puts her finger up my ass. And don’t you fucking laugh!” he said, laughing. “I don’t know how you do it. It felt… weird…”

“Good weird or bad weird?”

“Weird.”

“Go on.”

“So yeah. I grab her hand and just ask her what the hell she’s doing. She heard some guys like it. I told her some girls like having a dick balls-deep in their ass but I don’t pretend to slip out of her fuckin’ pussy and go to town on her other hole. Then guess what she says? Just guess.”

“I give up.”

“‘I’m not strictly opposed to that,’ she says. Can you believe it? So I tell her to prove it. And she’s drunk enough to do it. I’ll spare you the details, but the lady, she didn’t like it. She said it hurt, so I stopped. And now, today, she’s been remembering it. I told her I was sorry, that it would probably hurt. It’s new, y’know? Not used to being plowed. And halfway through a hand job she breaks it to me. She wants out. She says I took advantage of her and she wants out. We’re done.”

By now he was finished with his beer. At least he put the empty can in the sink instead of tossing it behind him. He was pacing.

“So,” I said. “Blue balls.”

“Blue motherfuckin’ balls, man. Dammit.” He grabbed his crotch. “I need to go finish this.”

“Hey, if you need a hand. Or a mouth…” I half-joked.

He unzipped his pants and laughed. “Meet me in the shower in five.”

“Har har. Have fun with yourself.”

He blew me a kiss and went down the hall. I heard his sopping jeans plop to the floor. My OCD kicked in and I all of a sudden wanted the floor clear. His jacket had already made a puddle on the floor by the table.

My self-pleasure could wait.

I saved my English paper and stood; stretched. I finished the last dregs of some tepid tea and picked up the jacket. I kicked his shoes to the door and went into the kitchenette. The ground-floor apartment was the bare minimum. We had a door that came into the living area. There was a sofa, the computer chair and desk, a secondhand beanbag chair I was convinced was infested with bedbugs, and a table. The table straddled the living area and the kitchenette, which was just a couple of feet of counter space with a stove at one end, a fridge at the other and a sink in the middle. Then a little hallway went to two small bedrooms, with a cellar door on the right and a bathroom on the left.

I followed the trail of footsteps to the hall, picking up Tyler’s shirt along the way. I came to his pants, then his socks. Right outside the bathroom door was his underwear. Kelly green with white trim. It was oddly cute. The hamper was next to the bathroom door and I tossed the whole outfit in, except for the underwear. I held it in my hand, staring at it, realizing I was hard. That was when I got the shiver. I had a sudden urge to bury my face in the underwear, to learn Tyler’s scent, but I thought that was a bit too creepy. It was a step too far. We were friends. I didn’t want to fuck that up. Him letting me sniff his underwear, that would be fine, but me sneaking a whiff, that was a violation.

I tossed the crumpled bit of green into the hamper and looked up. The bathroom door was open a crack. Not enough to see anything, but I did hear a low smacking sound—the distinct sound of masturbation. I blushed (how lame! I freaking blushed!) and went into my room. I considered waiting until he was done to take my turn in the shower and take care of myself. But I had been waiting what seemed like forever, so I lay down and jerked off. I fell asleep telling myself to remember to do laundry.

The next day, I did in fact remember the laundry. Tyler called while I was waiting for the washer to end its cycle.

“Hey, man, I’m at the store. Anything we need?”

I was feeling tired and still horny from the night before. The filter from my brain to my mouth wasn’t working right then, so I told him, “Just condoms and lube.”

There was a moment of silence and he said, “Adding it to the list.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Anything else?”

“That should do it.”

“M’kay. See you.”

“See you.”

I hung up and smiled. The buzzer announced that it was time to dry the clothes. I tried to hide my hard-on as I got up.

The sky was starting to open up and pour as I got back to the apartment. I went in and dumped the clothes on the table. I was sorting when the door opened and Tyler came in, soaking wet and carrying a couple of grocery bags. He was in a white tank top and shiny silver basketball shorts.

“Don’t even think about sniffing my undies, you perv.”

I looked up at him, then back at the clothes in my hand. Those damn green underwear. I dropped them.

“You wish. And they’re clean, anyway.”

He smirked and came over to the table and set the bags down.

“Fuck this weather. At least I missed the rain this time.”

He plopped on the sofa and raised his arms, stretching. I avoided looking at the tufts of hair in his pits. He was glistening. I turned to the grocery bags. “What are you talking about? You’re soaking wet.”

“Oh, this,” he said, lifting his shirttail to wipe his face. “I was jogging.”

“Jogging. In this weather?”

“Exercise is almost like sex, and I gotta get my sexual frustration out somehow. Still recovering from blue balls.”

I paused. He was saying his usual flirty things, but the edge of sarcasm was missing. He was just chatting. Casually, quietly. Almost a whisper. I reached into the first bag and heard the plastic rattle. I was shaking.

“So. How is single life treating you?”

“Not bad, man. I stopped shaving. She hated body hair. So now I’m getting all scruffy. I hear it’s in.”

“Scruff is hot, just don’t let your chest hair get to braiding length.”

He laughed, low and quiet, almost a growl. I calmly took out a tub of peanut butter. A loaf of bread. Some cheese. A bag of Ramen noodles.

“You know,” Tyler went on, “she even had me shave my pubes. Can you believe it? I let it go for the past couple weeks. I’m getting a bush.”

I came to the bottom of the bag and went on to the next one. Tyler stood and went to the fridge. I heard the freezer open. I pulled a bottle out of the second bag and almost dropped it. It was lube.

“Dude, Tyler. You couldn’t even spring for the real stuff? This is generic.” I dumped the rest of the bag out: a couple more packages of Ramen and a box of condoms. Tyler hadn’t said anything, so I turned around.

He was in front of the sink. He had an ice cube in his hand and was rubbing it over his forehead, down his cheek to his neck. His eyes were closed. I stared at the dark brown nipples standing at attention under his wet tank top. I looked back at his face and his eyes were open. He was watching me watching him. That knowing smile came over his face. He pulled the armhole on the tank top out and exposed a nipple. He rubbed the ice cube over the nipple and sighed, closing his eyes again.

I laughed, halfheartedly, and joked, “I noticed you didn’t get extra-large condoms. I guess you’ve been lying about your enormous cock.”

He looked at me again and said, dead serious, “Come on over and find out.”

Bam. Another shiver. This time it started at my scalp and went down my spine. At the same time a warm pulse radiated out of my gut and into my chest and crotch. My knees were shaking. I knew this feeling. This was the feeling I had the first time I was naked with another guy, alone. This was the feeling I got when I knew I was about to have a good time. All I heard was my heart pounding; all I felt was my face flushing.

All I could say was: “Huh?”

He smiled again and put his hands in his pants, ice cube and all.

“Is this a porn or something? Some porn prank? ’Cause this is just not right.”

“Come here,” he said.

What was the matter with me? I’d done this a thousand times. Okay, not a thousand times, but enough. I always had the shaky legs and beating heart and slight nausea, but with each guy it got a little bit easier. Now I had tremors through my whole body. This was different. This was new.

I gulped and took a step forward. Like I said, it was a small apartment, so one step is all.

“Tyler, I swear. If this is a joke…”

He grabbed my hand and put it between his legs. I felt a full-on hard-on. “Is that a joke, dude?”

I licked my lips, serious now. “Nope. That is not a joke.”

Tyler reached behind his back and took his tank top off in one quick motion. I stepped back, breathing rapidly. He got on his knees and started untying his shoes. “Dude. Relax. Breathe. We don’t want your heart rate raised too high. Yet.”

I still wasn’t convinced this was real. This was porn dialogue. No one really talked like this. I told him this. By now Tyler was down to just his shorts. He stood and raised his hands. “Well, it can be porn if you want. This is the last step. It’s up to you, man. Finish this.” He grabbed the waistband of his shorts, pulled it forward, and let it snap back. He patted his crotch again.

I took a few seconds to look him over, really look at him. Ever since that first day, when I turned off the part of my brain that would normally be attracted to him, I hadn’t looked at him. But something had happened in the past few months. I’d caught myself looking out of the corner of my eyes. Secret glimpses. But this was an open invitation to ogle him.

He turned, modeling his body. His body was hairier. He always had scruffy legs, the manly legs of an athlete. But now his chest was coated with fine black hair, there was fuzz around his nipples and a trail ran from just under his belly button (an innie, in case you’re curious) into his shorts.

He was tanned; not that fake orange tan, an athlete’s tan from running in the sun. His arms were a little darker than his torso, this rainy season. But after a few weeks of sun, his body would match his arms. I wondered where his other tan line started. I stepped forward. Tyler had that cocky grin of his. I got on my knees and looked up at him.

“Porn it is.”

“Goody!”

I reached around and rubbed the back of his thighs with slow circular motions, and felt his muscles tighten, then I lowered my hands and stroked the backs of his knees. I leaned in and kissed his calves. I could smell the puddle water that had splashed on his legs when he ran from his car to the apartment. I gave a quick lick, then ran my tongue up the inside of his leg, around his knee and up his thigh. I took a deep breath and pulled his basketball shorts down.

“Aw, what an anticlimax,” I sighed.

“Huh?”

“You’re supposed to be free-balling it. In porn they never wear underwear, their cock just swings free when the pants are unzipped.”

“I’ll have to remember that next time.”

I stood up and looked him in the eyes. “Are you sure? You want this?”

“I’m sure.” His dick was hard, raging. The outline of the shaft ran just under his waistband, across his thigh. He rubbed the length of it and lingered at the head. I saw a dot of wetness there and licked my lips.

I wanted to hold him off a bit, make sure he knew what he was getting into, that he could be comfortable with a guy. With me. I kissed his neck, his shoulder. I grabbed his biceps and raised his arms. I buried my face in his pits and smelled him. He smelled clean, fresh, like spring—that muskiness right before rain. He was still slick with sweat, because when I went back to his shoulder and started licking and sucking, I could taste the saltiness. I nibbled and Tyler moaned, quietly, in the back of his throat. His right arm circled my back and grabbed my shoulder. He tucked his left hand between my thighs. I ran my tongue from his shoulder to his chest, licking his musculature. I started in a large circle at his pec, spinning smaller and smaller until I got to his nipple. I lightly sucked and teased it with my tongue.

The touch of Tyler’s hand on my crotch got more ferocious as he pressed the heel of his hand on my dick. It was a little too rough, but still nice. Then he pulled me gently. “Dude, I gotta tell ya. My blue balls are aching.” He thrust his hard-on against my hip and rubbed.

“So much for foreplay, straight boy. Way to be a raging stereotype.”

“Save your mouth for when you wrap it around my dick.”

“Say no more.”

I lowered back to the floor. On my knees, looking at Tyler’s next-to-nakedness, I suddenly felt overdressed. I yanked my shirt off and tossed it somewhere. Now I was ready. I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and saw for the first time that it was a brother to the Kelly green pair. These were cornflower blue with black edging. I bit my lower lip and yanked.

Slap!

Tyler’s meaty cock bobbed and smacked me square in the face. He laughed

“Tyler, so help me, if you make one single joke about being cock-eyed, I’m done.”

“Dude, I didn’t get you in the eye. There’s a cock-shaped mark on your cheek.”

I felt wetness on my cheek. “Then why do I have tears on my face?”

“Those aren’t tears.” He brought his hand down and wiped the wetness away with a finger. I recognized the stringy fluid: precum. He brought his finger to his lips and licked it off. “Mmm,” he smiled. He knew that would turn me on. Once, when we were drinking, I’d confessed some of my turn-ons, like armpits and guys who eat their own cum.

So, I swallowed him whole. It must have taken him by surprise, because his knees buckled and he grabbed my head for support. He wasn’t lying about his cock being an impressive size. Nice and girthy and just long enough. I had perfected deep-throating a few years earlier and employed one of my best tricks: I swallowed and let my throat muscles massage his cockhead.

“Oh. Oh. Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. That’s so fucking gooood!!!” He was almost in a squat now, pushing his hips into my face. My nose was buried in his newly regrown bush. The sweaty, musky man-smell was even more intense here. It was driving me wild.

I pulled off of his dick slowly, sucking all the way up. When I got to his head I tongued the slit as I felt a flood of precum ooze out. With a smack of my lips I pulled my mouth off and looked up at him. “Look man, no teeth!”

He had a wicked grin. “First time I’ve ever been deep-throated, bro.”

I stood and kissed him. Too forward? A kiss means more than a blow job, so this could have made—or broken—the moment. Thankfully he kissed me back. Then he raised his head and licked my lips. More precum. He kissed me again. “Now back to business.”

“Don’t be afraid to talk dirty to me. This is porn, you know.”

He grabbed the hair at the base of my neck and said, “Get back down there and tell me how much you love sucking my cock.”

I saluted and kissed him once more, running my mouth down his body, through his treasure trail. I’ve mentioned his epicly athletic body: this time I lingered on his hips, licking along one side of his V, down to his pubes. I took a deep breath, taking in his scent, and moved my face to the base of his dick. I ran my tongue up the shaft and looked back up.

“Brace yourself,” I whispered. He reached behind and gripped the counter. I swallowed him again, sucking hard, creating a vacuum. I lessened the pressure and went up his shaft, pumping up and down. I could barely hear him groan over the wet slopping sounds I was making. I wanted to remember this. I wanted Tyler to remember this. Halfway up his dick I wrapped one hand around the bottom of his shaft and pumped while I continued working the top half with my mouth. Slowly bobbing and pumping, I was getting used to the shape and curve of this cock, the arc of my movement taking on the curve of the shaft. I was perfectly aligned in a few strokes. I sped up, jerking my hand faster while my other one started giving his balls attention. I could feel a slight vibration as Tyler’s legs shook.

Now I focused on the cockhead, slowly rising and falling, coming completely off his dick to flick it with my tongue, running my tongue along the edge of the glans, swirling back up to his slit. My hands clenched his thighs, stroked his thrusting hips. His hands combed my hair while he dreamily murmured his appreciation. He wanted me to deep-throat him some more, but I wanted to tease him.

I moved my hands to where his thighs met his ass, my fingers brushing softly over his skin. I brought my tongue around his cockhead again and slid to the underside of the shaft, slowly, slowly lapping down to the base, to his sac, stopping between his balls. I lightly kissed them, licked a circle around them, then turned my attention to the underside of his cock until I was again at the slit in his cockhead. Tyler’s dick was beyond purple by now, completely swollen. I flicked the slit a couple of times and swallowed him again.

Tyler’s legs straightened and he stood up, pulling out of my mouth. I followed his cock, thinking he was teasing me now, but he put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up. He was beyond words, making the “time-out” T with his hands. He needed a breather. His cheeks were flushed and his breaths were long and quavering. I sat back on my heels and he slid to the floor.

“Dude. So good. But I need a sec. I almost blew.”

“That wouldn’t have been too bad.”

“Wanna save my load for your ass,” he said, smiling. I kissed him. I liked this pornified Tyler. “Let me take over,” he whispered.

I leaned back on my elbows as he ran his hands over my torso. He was slow, taking it all in, the feel of a new body type: a boy, not a girl; a man, not a girl. He tweaked one of my nipples. I sighed. He leaned in and kissed me. Sweat dripped from his shaggy hair onto my forehead. His hands tugged at my belt buckle. It finally came loose and he yanked the belt out, tossing it aside. He unzipped my pants and reached into my boxers.

“Let me get a look at your dick.”

He pulled it out. You could say I’m a grower, not a shower: ultimately not very long, but nicely thick with a big head. He slowly stroked me, his other hand back at my nipple. After a minute he sat back and raised his legs in the air, pulling his shorts and underwear from where they’d caught at his knees. I followed suit, raising my hips to take off my pants and boxers.

“Leave your shoes on,” he told me. “This is porn, someone needs to keep their shoes on, and I’m already totally naked.”

“The bottom traditionally keeps the shoes on anyway,” I said.

We were back to staring at each other now.

“So,” he said.

“So…” I said.

He leaned over me again, licking my nipple. I had an inkling he was copying my technique, but I didn’t mind. He was learning. He kissed down my belly and stopped at my crotch, eyeing my dick. “I’m not so ready to dive right on that, bro,” he said. “Sorry.”

“Ah, no prob.”

He grinned at me again, then quickly kissed my cockhead.

“Hm, not bad,” he reported. “Now what?”

“Whatever.”

He kissed me again. I was in front of the table, so while our tongues were busy, I reached up and blindly grabbed for the bottle of lube. No luck. I pulled away from Tyler and turned around as I got on my knees. I leaned to reach the lube and the condoms and Tyler smacked my ass and spread my cheeks. “Do I just… go in?”

“You need to get my muscles relaxed. A rim job, perhaps?”

“A wha?”

“Heh. Never mind. Take this and use your fingers.”

“All right. Let’s do this.”

That nervous shaking feeling came over me again. I lay down to relax and focus on not shaking. Behind me, I heard Tyler open the bottle of lube. I imagined him doing a one-handed thumb flick, taking expert care as he held his other hand out, open and ready for the lube. Except that’s not what happened. I felt a sudden blast of cold goo spurt into the crack of my ass. I inhaled through my teeth, “Sssssssssss…!”

“What’s up?” he asked. “Did I… hurt you?”

“Too… cold… asshat.”

“Oh. Am I supposed to warm it up?”

“Erm, yeah.”

“How? Like in the microwave?”

“Well, you can shove the bottle up your ass and hold it there for five minutes. That’s standard procedure. Or, you can squirt some in your hands and rub it between your palms.”

“Like hand sanitizer.”

I snorted a laugh. “Yes. Like hand sanitizer. Have you never watched porn?”

“Up until about twenty-four hours ago, I was pretty set in my straightness. So no. I haven’t seen much porn involving lube.”

“Twenty-four hours. Wow. You’ve been thinking of doing this to me for twenty-four hours?”

“And just how many times have you jerked off thinking about me?”

“Never! And hurry up. The lube is drying.”

And with that he jabbed his middle finger into me. I wasn’t expecting it, so I gasped, then sighed. My dick, harder again, was trapped under my leg. I hadn’t realized it had softened. Slowly fingering me, Tyler asked, “Like this?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

And I experienced another one of those shivers. It dawned on me that this was really happening. Tyler was really here. He was naked. Not just naked, but behind me, learning how to fuck me. Lubing me up and readying my ass for his use. Really! I clenched. Tyler pulled his finger out.

“Everything all good down there? Or is it in there?”

“All good. Very, very good. I’m ready for another finger.”

He slid his middle finger back in. “Yeah?”

“Mmm-hm.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Ready?”

“Just put it in!”

In went his index finger. My hole swallowed it, greedy. I groaned and lolled my head back, my pulse speeding up as he went deeper than before. Two fingers, two knuckles in. Now I was sweating. He was slowly going in and out, his knuckles rubbing the rim of my hole. My eyes were practically crossed by now. I wanted more. I wanted Tyler to fill me up.

In and out, repeat. He turned his hand, went in, turned it again and came out at another angle. He was getting good at this.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“I can’t believe this is happening. Me. You. You in me.”

“Yeah?” Did I mention he had the sexiest fucking way of saying that?

“Yeah. I also can’t believe this is your first time doing this. You’re really good at this.”

“Yeah?”

I sighed. “Yes. Surprisingly good.”

And in went three fingers. I gasped, clenched for a second, then relaxed.

“Tell me I’m good.”

“You’re good. Fucking awesome. At fucking.”

“Mmm, yeah, you know I fucking am.”

He chuckled. A low, satisfied chuckle. He knew he was good.

I started to slowly thrust my hips, keeping time with his fingers.

“You can fuck me any time. I’m well and properly relaxed.”

“You dudes with your asses needing relaxing,” he joked. “You sure?”

“Yes, yes! Put it in me now!”

He grabbed the box of condoms and took out the chain. “Say please.”

“Please please please fuck me, Tyler.”

He tore a condom off the strip and ripped it open with his teeth. He was so expertly efficient at this, all I saw was a blur. He rolled the condom on and I saw how his massive dick swelled in the tight latex. I had a moment of panic and crawled forward on my elbows.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, Mr. Bottom.” He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back. He straddled my thighs with his knees. I heard the lube flick open, heard it squirt. “I think I got too much lube,” he muttered.

“No such thing.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You have much to learn. But that’s rule number one. Never too much lube.”

“I’ll have to remember that.”

And another shiver came over me. He was hinting that this wouldn’t be the last time we fooled around. We weren’t even done with the first time and I couldn’t wait for more. I can be such a greedy little pig.

He used his fingers again to make sure I was open and ready.

I was.

I felt pressure from the tip of Tyler’s dick against my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his length.

“Ummmggghhhh,” I half groaned, half shouted. I was in heaven. Absolute heaven.

From his position, Tyler didn’t have to work too much to fuck me. He held on to my hips and rode hard, thrusting from his knees. He was a strong, silent fucker. Sweat dripped onto my back. I imagined him in a glazed frenzy. He leaned back and grabbed my calves, stroking them the way I’d teased his legs. This was an even better position: now his hips were even with my ass and he went straight in and out, burying his cock even deeper, hitting my prostate each time, sending my nerves to jangling. I was seeing stars. He pushed himself back up and smacked my asscheeks. He was pumping harder now, grunting. He was loving this as much as I was! Objectively, I wanted to pick his brain, to learn what he was thinking about the experience. Subjectively, I was in the physical moment, relishing the heat of his slick skin and the weight of his tight body.

He wrapped his arms under my armpits as leverage to fuck me even more deeply. He bit my shoulder and kissed my neck. He nibbled my earlobe and whispered, “How’s that big cock feel, dude? You like it? Can you take it? You like my cock in your ass?”

I was so astounded, so overcome with sensation I couldn’t respond.

He brought his arms out from under me and then he laid his palms flat on the floor. I felt his weight come off of me, but his dick was still pumping in and out of me. Gravity was causing his balls to smack wetly against my ass. I always loved that sound.

“Um, are you doing push-ups right now?”

“Is that a problem?” He bit my shoulder, then licked it.

“Let me get on all fours and you can fuck me like that.”

“Pushy, pushy.”

“It’s called being a power bottom.”

Never once taking his cock out of me, he got into a squat as I raised up onto my knees. His athleticism was truly astounding. He balanced himself with my shoulder and used a hand to smack my ass with each thrust now. He pulled himself all the way out of me, then threw himself back in. He was filling me up, ping-ping -pinging my prostate like a champion. A thread of precum dripped from my cock. On one thrust my dick flopped up, the precum spattering my chest. Tyler leaned back over me, holding my torso as he licked my spine down to the top of my ass and up to my shoulder blades. He used a hand to slowly jerk my dick, using my precum as lube.

“Hey, Tyler,” I gasped.

“Yeah?”

“I’m really super close. Can we change positions?”

“I’m pretty close too. What position do you want?”

“I just want to see your face while you fuck me. I want to see your face when I come all over you.”

“Can do.”

He pulled out. I immediately wanted him back in me. I was so close, and my dick had barely been touched. I’d never gotten so close just from anal action.

Tyler kneeled again as I turned and sat. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his slender, solid torso. He grabbed my hips and guided himself back into me. I rested on my elbows, realized this wasn’t the most comfortable position, and told him. I put my arms around his neck and sat into his lap, letting the length of Tyler’s manhood fill me again. Perfect.

I anchored myself with one arm and pushed with my heels. We were in perfect sync now, him thrusting in and out, me riding along.

“How you doing?” he asked. He leaned in and kissed me.

“Good. Close. You?”

He wiped his brow with a forearm and laughed. “I’m close, too. But I was thinking there’s got to be an easier way than this. Next time we’re using my bed.” He started jerking me off.

“Will there be a next time?” I asked.

“If you want there to be.”

“I do. And then, next next time we can use my bed.”

“Then after that we can use the couch.”

He was pumping into me harder and faster. Slamming into my body, making sure I felt every inch. My toes curled into the floor. I gasped, “Then the table!”

“I want to fuck you on every piece of furniture in every room in this apartment.”

That did it. That and him jerking me off. I arched my back, curled my toes until I was digging into the floorboards and groaned as my dick exploded. Gobs of cum shot out of me. The first load landed on Tyler’s shoulder, the next splattered his chest, coating his newly grown-out pelt. I was full of adrenaline now and rode his thrusts like a wild animal (later Tyler told me I was screaming). Two more thick ropes shot out of me, one over Tyler’s shoulder, the other onto his face, one last spurt splashing his abs. I swear my eyes were in the back of my head by the time I was done coming.

Tyler rolled his head back. I wanted him to feel every bit as good as I did. I clenched my ass and rode him, up and down, up and down, grinding into his hips. Tyler was shaking now, his eyes closed and a smile widening across his face, bigger and bigger. One knee lost its balance and he lost all control. He came with a series of “Uh! Uhs!”, spasming and thrusting each time.

After he came he pulled out of me and collapsed. I collapsed right after him and slid the condom off of him. I tossed it to the side. We were getting so messy.

“Okay. I may have the biggest dick, but damn boy, you can shoot!”

I smiled and agreed.

“That was fun.” Tyler had gotten his breath back. I was resting my head on his chest. Sweat was pooling under us. The whole apartment smelled of pure sex. I took a deep breath.

“Way fun. Can’t wait till next time.”

“Ugh. I’m way too tired to even think of next time.”

“Me too.” I wasn’t, but I didn’t want to break the boy. “But next time, let’s have a proper porn cumshot.”

“Oh, yeah. The famous pull out. I’m a little nervous now that I’ve seen you unload. Might get wad-envy.”

“If I can sit with you, dick next to dick, you can deal with losing the cum-petition.”

We groaned. I could be so lame sometimes.

“You know what, bro. I’m really hungry now.”

“Yeah, but I’m not really in the mood for Ramen. Or peanut butter. Unless I suck it off your dick.”

He laughed. We both shouted, “Next time!”

We tried to figure out what was for dinner in the cafeteria.

“Before we even consider heading out, we need a shower,” I told him.

“A shower. We could save time and water if we showered together.”

“It’s being environmental, really.”

“Just one thing, though.”

“What?”

“I want to know the truth. Did you really never jerk off thinking about me?”

I blushed. “Okay. Once.” Since we were being so open with each other, I decided to tell him the whole truth. “Just once. Right after I picked your funky underwear off the floor and almost took a whiff.”

He laughed. “Really?”

“Really.” I sat up.

Tyler stood and surveyed the room. He found what he was looking for. His underwear. He tossed them to me. “Have a souvenir. Of our first time.”

I saw he was getting hard. I took a sniff of the underwear and nodded in approval. I was getting hard too. “You know,” I said. “Showers are excellent places for next times.”

We grinned at each other. He took my hand. We raced to the bathroom. We didn’t bother closing the door.