Evan

Evan: Tyler 4

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Tyler – Part 4

"Are you not ready yet?" Joe asked, impatiently, looking in through the bathroom door as Tyler continued to groom himself in front of the mirror.

"Me? What about you?" Tyler replied. "You still can't decide which shirt you want to wear. It's a good thing you're a jock because I swear if you weren't you'd be a cheerleader."

"Fuck you," Joe exclaimed, throwing the hairbrush he held in his hand at the back of Tyler's head.

Tyler ducked down, laughing as the brush sailed past his head, knocking over a few bottles of different products Joe had brought for his hair.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Tyler asked, watching Joe in the mirror as he paced around and bounced up and down on his toes.

"I just want to get there. I hate being late," Joe replied. "And the party has already started, they said be there at 7.30. It's past 8 now. We need to get down there before all the hot girls have been claimed."

Tyler laughed as he carefully brushed his hair into place, making sure it was spiked up just how he liked it. "You say that like they're cattle or something. I don't think it's a first come first served kind of deal."

"I just don't want to be left with the dogs," Joe moaned, sounding almost childlike, as if fearing the toy he wanted wouldn't be left on the shelf when they got to the store. "I know I said I don't care who I get off with tonight but I'd prefer someone I didn't have to fuck from behind just so I don't have to look at her face."

Tyler laughed hard, almost choking on the mouthwash he was swilling around his mouth. "Would you relax?"

"I'm sorry," Joe said. "But you saw those guys we played ball with today. They're like the definition of college jocks. What chance do I stand?"

"Are you serious?" Using the mirror to study Joe's reflection, Tyler could see that he was. He turned around and held out his hand. "Come here."

"What?" Joe asked.

"Come here," Tyler demanded.

Joe looked uncertain but moved closer until he was within Tyler's reach. Tyler immediately wrapped his hand around Joe's wrist and pulled him against him, putting his arm around Joe's shoulder.

"What's brought this on? You were fine earlier," Tyler asked.

"That was around the guys though," Joe replied. "With girls it's different, especially college girls. What if they think I'm just a kid?"

Tyler had never found Joe more attractive than he did seeing the vulnerable side of him. He was cute.

"Look in that mirror," Tyler said, nodding with his head toward the glass.

"Yeah... What about it?" Joe asked, taking the time to study his reflection.

Tyler used the opportunity to get a good look at Joe's shirtless body and his beautiful face. Joe's brown hair was trimmed neatly around the sides of his head but had been left to grow longer on top, including his fringe, which was swept to one side across his forehead. It was bouncy and full, the type of hair you would see on a shampoo commercial. Tyler knew he could have spent hours running his fingers through it. His brown eyes were a softer shade under the bathroom light, complimenting the colour of his hair and the stubble on his chin, which had grown in thicker, adding to his solid masculine jawline. His shoulders curved away from his strong neck, flowing seamlessly down to his pumped biceps, each one lined with a vein that helped to enhance the mound. His chest was hard and tight, each pec clearly defined, the skin stretched tight across the muscles. And his six abs looked like they had been carved into his stomach out of rock, chiselled just above the cuts at his slim waist that led down into the black pants that clung to his hips.

"Do you see yourself?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah... So?" Joe asked, turning his head to look into Tyler's eyes.

Tyler held Joe's gaze, trying to ignore the fact that their faces were only inches apart and with the slightest movement he could have planted a kiss on Joe's plump lips. "You're a fucking stud."

Joe snorted, turning his head away and rolling his eyes.

"You think I'm lying?" Tyler asked. "I'm not blowing smoke up your ass, Joe."

"You think I can compete with all of those college guys?" Joe asked.

"I think you'll kick their sorry asses," Tyler said. "You're as hot as any of those guys are. Just look at you."

Tyler reached across and held his breath as he pressed his hand against Joe's abs. Slowly, he moved his hand over the muscles, tracing each one with his fingers, hoping he didn't get hard because finally getting to touch Joe's body was the biggest turn on of his young life.

"These are the tightest abs I've ever seen," Tyler whispered, looking up into Joe's eyes while his hand continue to roam over Joe's body. They were so close in that moment, faces inches apart, his hand on Joe's body, that the world seemed to disappear so only the two of them stood there and everything around them was nothing more than blank space.

Joe pushed Tyler's hand away. "You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not," Tyler said. "All of the girls at that party are gonna want you. All the guys will be jealous. Hell, I'm jealous."

Joe laughed again, "Yeah, right."

"I am," Tyler protested. He looked down at his own body and let his fingers trail over his muscles. "My abs are awesome and I'm proud of them but they are nothing compared to yours. I could do a thousand sit-ups a day and I'd never look like you."

"Wow..." Joe smiled. "I've always been kind of jealous of your body too. I've tried to bulk up but I just can't get the mass that you can."

"You don't need to," Tyler said. "Your body is perfect as it is."

Tyler's eyes met Joe's and they held each other's gaze. Everything was suddenly silent. The now familiar tightening in his stomach and the warmth spreading through him made Tyler's body tingle. Did he really just say Joe was perfect? He replayed those last few words over and over in his head as he waited for Joe to say something. Was this it? Was his secret finally out?

"I guess I'll be beating the girls off with a stick tonight then," Joe laughed, breaking the tension as he turned and walked away from Tyler toward the bathroom door.

"Or I could be wrong and you'll just be beating off," Tyler grinned, relieved that everything was still okay.

"Just get your ass ready. I want to leave in two minutes," Joe said.

"Well pick out a fucking shirt and stop distracting me, then I'll be ready quicker," Tyler said.

Joe headed out into the main room to get dressed. Tyler turned back to the mirror and looked into his own eyes.

That was worth being late for. Why can't we just stay here? I can give him everything he wants tonight.

"I'm counting!" Joe called from the other room.

"You want to count the number of fingers I'm holding up right now!" Tyler shouted playfully, reaching for the shirt he had on a hanger on the back of the door. He pulled it on.

Taking a final look in the mirror, Tyler smiled. He looked good. His dark hair was cut short, shaved around the sides to the same length as the hair on his face, with the slightly longer strands on top spiked up, not into a peak but simply following the curve of his skull. His shirt, a light grey polo shirt, open at the neck, hugged his body, cupped his hard chest and abs, wrapped around his biceps and clung to his waist. His blue jeans were almost as tight around his thighs and ass, showing off every bulge and curve on his body. Oh yeah, he looked good.

He took one final look at himself in the mirror and headed out to join Joe. He gasped the second he saw him and his dick twitched in his jeans. Was it even possible to look hotter in clothes than out of them?

Joe had finally chosen a dark red shirt that fitted him like a second skin, clinging to every muscle on his upper body, showing off his firm pecs, hard abs and strong arms on the way to wrapping itself tightly around his slim waist. His black pants set off the outfit and his hair made him look kind of adorable but also hotter than words could convey.

"How do I look?" Joe asked with a smile.

Amazing...

"Looking good, bro," Tyler smiled. "What about me?"

"Not bad," Joe grinned. "I still think you're the appetizer for my main course though."

"Oh please," Tyler snorted. "I'm the dessert. When she's done with you and she's still looking for more, I'll be there to make sure she's full and goes home with a smile on her face."

Joe smiled and held out his fist. Tyler bumped it and the two headed out to the address Jackson had given them earlier.

As they hit the warm streets they saw people all over having little parties of their own; drinking beers in their cars or lined up outside bars and restaurants waiting to get inside. The atmosphere was buzzing and it only made the two teens even more excited.

"What do you think it's going to be like?" Joe asked as they walked down the long beachfront.

"Just like the football parties we've been to, only with more booze and probably more naked girls," Tyler smiled.

"Fuck..." Joe said under his breath, almost low enough so Tyler couldn't hear it.

"You okay?" Tyler asked, stopping to look at Joe.

"Yeah," Joe said, stopping too. "I'm just nervous. This is a college party. They're going to expect us to drink."

"So?" Tyler asked. "I thought that was kind of the whole point."

"Yeah, it is," Joe said. "But I've only ever had like three beers before and I felt pretty bad the next morning."

Tyler laughed. "Are you worried about what other people will think?"

"I guess so, yeah," Joe admitted. "I don't want to embarrass myself."

"Fuck what other people think, Joe," Tyler said. "We won't see any of them again after this week."

Joe didn't say anything so Tyler continued.

"All I'm saying is, don't let anyone make you do something you don't want to do. Don't feel pressured into getting drunk or doing drugs and some other stupid shit. We can leave whenever you want to and can try our luck somewhere else. This is about having fun. Yes, I want to have a few drinks, and yeah I want to get laid, but if we don't, so what? We've got like three more days here. We can try again tomorrow."

Joe nodded and a smile lit up his face. "You're right. Let's have some fun."

They knew they had the right street as soon as they turned into it. The roads were lined with cars, some double parked, and the music was blasting out so loud it drew them like a beacon.

On the front lawn, young guys and girls, most in their late teens and early twenties, were gathered, some in small groups sitting on the grass, others standing around, chatting, each one holding paper or plastic cups filled with whatever liquid was flowing inside.

"Damn, look how many people are already here," Joe said, looking around.

"Yeah, this is going to be good," Tyler replied. "None of them look drunk yet. We're just in time."

They made their way up to and through the open front door of the two-storey condo. The bass of the music was so heavy they could feel the beat through their feet as it reverberated across the floor from the giant speakers.

The rooms on either side of them were filled with more hot young bodies, some wearing very little in the heat of the room. Things seemed to be a little further on in there. Some people were already swaying a little. Voices were raised and more animated. And people were making out on sofas or up against walls, not caring who saw where their tongues or hands went. Tyler could almost guarantee that some of the bedrooms upstairs were already in use.

Tyler recognised one or two of the guys they had spent the morning and early afternoon with playing volleyball and messing around in the water. He acknowledged them, as they did him, but none of them made a move to come over. He looked around for Jackson, part of him wanting to see him and another part hoping he didn't.

"Let's get some drinks," Tyler called out to be heard over the music, pointing to a doorway where two guys emerged holding cups.

Joe nodded and weaved his way through the crowd of people dancing in the middle of what was usually a living room toward the door. Tyler was right behind him.

It was strange. At the parties they went to back home, usually something to do with the football team, they were instantly noticed; whether that was because they were football players and were highly regarded or because they were hotter than everyone else. But here, among college students and other jocks, they barely seemed to turn any heads, blending in with the crowd. Tyler was happy in one way, getting to be just another guy for a night, but also a little disappointed that he didn't stand out more.

Entering the kitchen, both Tyler and Joe were taken aback by the range of alcohol literally piled high on the countertop. There were boxes of beer, cases of wine, and bottles of every liquor they could think of. It looked like a bar had been raided and was available to them now for free.

"Holy shit, man," Joe gasped. "How lucky are we?"

Tyler smiled. "Let's just hope no one asks for ID here."

Joe chuckled and grabbed a beer, "I'm gonna get one of these before they can."

"Do you even know what that is or what it tastes like?" Tyler asked.

"Who cares?" Joe shrugged, opening his can. "If it tastes like shit I'll throw it in the trash and get another."

Tyler smiled and took a bottle rather than a can for himself. It was a brand he had tried with Alex during one of their many sessions together. He held the bottle out by the base toward Joe, who brought his can to meet it in a toast.

"Here's to a night of fun," Joe smiled.

"A night of fun," Tyler grinned.

"And no judgements," Joe added.

Tyler looked at him confused for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"Just that later on when you get desperate because no one wants your ass and you have to settle for the ugliest girl here I won't think less of you."

Tyler tried to hide his smile but failed. He threw his bottle cap at Joe. "Motherfucker."

"Yeah, but your mom begged for it," Joe quipped.

Tyler lunged across the room but Joe was too quick for him, laughing as he sprinted out of the kitchen into the sea of people in the living room. Instead of giving chase, Tyler took a moment to himself, he breathed deep and let out a long sigh. Joking around with Joe made his feelings that much stronger because it wasn't just a physical attraction he felt, he loved being with him too and it heightened the affection.

Before he left the kitchen, Tyler grabbed a red cup from a stack on the counter and poured his beer into it, tossing the glass bottle into a trash can filled with other bottles. He took a long drink before heading out into the living room just as three guys passed him for refills.

There were so many more people there now, with more coming through the front door every minute. He watched a couple of those closest to him, swinging and swaying, trying to show off their dance moves, standing so close they were practically grinding against each other. Tyler smiled, thinking about how it was like a documentary he once watched about animals during mating season.

Pushing and weaving his way through the crowd, Tyler looked around trying to find Joe or Jackson or one of the other guys from that morning's game. He couldn't see any of them but he did see a lot of people having a good time, talking, singing, and dancing. He was surprised by the amount of people who were already making out all over the place; on chairs, against walls, even just stood clinging to each other as their tongues danced and their hips moved to the beat of the music.

In the far corner of the room Tyler could see a group of people gathered around, cheering and whooping at whatever had got their attention. He moved closer and heard murmured words about how hot something was. Creeping closer he gasped when he saw the two people making out for their audience.

"Holy fuck, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen," one of the guys said as he moved slightly to give Tyler an even better look.

On the floor in front of him were two smoking hot girls, their lips locked together in a deep kiss, their hands all over each other, not just outside their clothes but inside too. He glanced to his left when he saw movement, looking down at the visibly hard cock threatening to burst out of the pants of the guy next to him as he repositioned himself. Tyler had to fight the urge to reach out to stroke that bulge, moving away from the girls and their circle of spectators quickly as he felt his own dick beginning to get stiff.

He backed up almost straight into a couple of guys who were kissing just as hard, one pressed up against the wall while the other moved his hips back and forth, thrusting their cocks together. They were moaning into each other's mouths and while people weren't gathered around watching there were more than a few eyes fixed in their direction. What amazed Tyler the most was that they were both built like athletes with big muscles and strong bodies. They were jocks just like him, not the kind of guys he expected to be so open in public.

It was like a completely different world from the high school parties he usually attended where any gay guys or girls would have to sneak off to make out somewhere private because getting caught was just about the worst thing that could happen. Even the more obvious gay guys at his school wouldn't have made out in front of everyone for fear of harassment and ridicule. No one here cared. It was perfect. It was how he wished his life could be back home, not afraid of anyone, just being himself.

Tyler couldn't take his eyes off the guys as their moans grew louder in pitch. Suddenly the two broke apart, no doubt on the verge of orgasm, with the one who had the other pressed against the wall taking the lead, holding his partner by the hand as they disappeared up the nearby staircase. Tyler wanted to follow, wanted to watch the two of them go at it, to maybe even join in, but he knew Joe was somewhere and he couldn't risk getting caught so he quickly downed the rest of his drink and headed back to the kitchen to get another, hoping to see Joe on the way.

When he reached the kitchen and he still hadn't seen Joe, he grabbed another beer and poured it into his cup, throwing a few ice cubes in with it. He took a long drink and turned around, bumping into a girl. The cup jumped out of his hand and spun in the air, spilling its contents over his polo shirt and her tight fitting blouse.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry," Tyler apologized, scrambling around looking for a cloth or something to try to clean up the mess.

"Relax," the girl said, placing a soft hand on his bare forearm. "It was an accident. Besides..."

"Besides what?" Tyler asked, looking into her beautiful brown eyes. He swallowed hard. She was gorgeous.

"It's made your shirt cling even tighter to your big chest," she whispered seductively as she placed her hand on his left pec and ran it around the curve of the muscle.

Tyler didn't know what to say. A shiver went through his body at the touch and he bit his lip so he didn't moan. He didn't even know this girl's name and she was squeezing his pecs through his wet shirt. For some reason he couldn't help himself and started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" the girl asked.

"I'm just thinking about double standards," Tyler said, looking down.

"What do you mean?"

"Your shirt is as wet as mine. I can see right through it," Tyler grinned. "But if I tried to touch your chest you'd slap me in the face."

"Don't be so sure about that," she smiled.

Tyler held her gaze, a smile curling his lip. He reached out his hand. Just before it could touch her breasts she slapped it away.

"How dare you?" She gasped theatrically, pushing him away slightly.

She swung her hand, aiming for his face this time, but there was no real force behind it, allowing Tyler to catch her by the wrist and pull her towards him so their bodies were pressed against one another, wet chest to wet chest. He held her wrist and looked down into her eyes. They didn't even notice the other people in the room getting drinks and refills around them.

"I've worked hard to get this chest," Tyler whispered.

"And you're going to have to work harder to get mine," she smiled, putting her free hand on his pecs again.

"You're a tease," Tyler grinned.

"Better than being a slut," she replied.

"I like a little of both," Tyler smirked.

The girl chuckled, "I like to hear that. It might take you a little bit longer to get me in the bedroom but once you get me there it's more than worth it."

"I'll hold you to that," Tyler said, letting go of her wrist. He ran his hand down the length of her arm, onto her shoulder and then down her side until it was resting on her hip, holding her against him.

"You don't even know my name," she said.

"Do I need to?" Tyler asked.

"If you plan on screaming it later you do."

Tyler laughed harder this time and the girl joined him. "I like you."

"I like you too," she said after a moment spent studying him. For a moment he was scared she thought he was too young.

"Can I get you drink?" Tyler asked.

"As long as you don't plan on throwing this one over me too," she replied.

"That depends on your answer to my next question," Tyler said.

She looked apprehensive. "Which is?"

"Will you dance with me?" Tyler asked. She said nothing but a smile lit up her face. "What?"

"Under all these muscles and that stubble you're really cute. It makes a nice change. Yeah, I'll dance with you."

"Hey, Nikki, what's taking you so long?" A girl's voice said somewhere to the side of them.

"Nikki?" Tyler grinned.

The girl ignored him and turned to her friend. "I'll be right there, Jess, I was just talking to...?"

Tyler was silent for a moment, staring into her eyes before he said his name.

"Tyler... I like that," Nikki smiled.

"Good, remember it so you can scream it later," Tyler said with a huge grin on his face.

Nikki laughed and reached past him to get six cups and a bottle of something he didn't even know the name of, all he knew was it was about ten times stronger than the beer he was drinking.

"Come find me soon. We're in the yard out back," she said.

Tyler nodded and watched her go, his eyes focused on her nice shapely ass. It wasn't just men's asses he had a thing for.

Standing alone in the kitchen again, Tyler grabbed himself another beer, careful not to walk into anyone this time. His polo shirt was sticking to his body but he didn't care, his abs looked amazing in it and now he was drawing people's attention as he walked through the living room searching for Joe.

He had almost given up on finding him when he spotted a familiar face. It was the gay guy from the beach with the blond Mohawk. He was dressed in a very tight black tank top that Tyler soon realized was made of some kind of mesh. Around the guy's neck he wore the same scarf that Joe had used to soak up the sweat from his body. Tyler knew instantly that it hadn't been washed; the guy was carrying Joe's scent around with him, and there was a noticeable bulge in his pants. A look of jealousy raged in his eyes.

As Tyler drew closer he saw that the guy wasn't blinking. He was just staring across the room into a far corner. Tyler followed his gaze and his eyes went wide. He felt like all of the air had been sucked from his body. There he was, Joe, with a drink in his hand, laughing as Jackson ran his fingers through Joe's thick, floppy hair, their bodies so close their chests were almost touching.