Evan

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Tyler – Part 27

Getting Evan to notice him should have been easy. They walked down the same corridors, shared some of the same classes and ate lunch at the same time in the cafeteria. Evan HAD to see him. There was no way that he couldn't. So why didn't he elicit the same reaction in Evan that others did? Why didn't Evan want him?

That first night, after he had decided to get Evan's attention, he had spent almost an hour in front of the mirror, looking at himself, obsessing over every detail of his face and body, trying to find the thing about him that made him so unappealing. There was nothing he could see.

He thought back to the talk he had with Alex after their last night together over a year ago, when Alex had tried to explain what to look for in guys who might be interested in fooling around and in knowing the signs when they weren't. You can't be everybody's type. That's what Alex had said. Some people just don't want you, no matter how much you want them.

That was something that Tyler understood, especially after some of the girls at school had thrown themselves at him. He might like girls and want to fuck some of them but that didn't mean he wanted to fuck every single one of them, and it was the same with guys.

But the idea that he wasn't Evan's type, that Evan just wasn't attracted to him, was laughable. Not because of his ego or because of how hot he thought he looked, but because when it came down to it the differences between himself and Jake, physically, were few and far between. They both had brown hair; Jake's a little darker than Tyler's. Less than an inch separated them in height; they were eye to eye, nose to nose. They were both undeniably good looking; their jaws strong, their bone structure making them look much more like men than boys. And their bodies... they were built the same; huge biceps and thick forearms, big round pecs and cut defined abs, with bubble butts that looked like two bowling balls had been shoved down the back of their pants. There was next to nothing one had that the other didn't.

Damien was more of the same; tall, dark, handsome, built for sports with a body to die for. Evan had looked at him with lust, wishing he could get him naked, probably end up on his back somewhere getting fucked by the hot wide receiver. Oh Evan definitely had a type, and Tyler fit that mould perfectly. So what was Evan's problem?

Deciding to take matters into his own hands and really push the issue, Tyler went to his closet and searched in the back for the clothes that didn't fit him properly any more, most of them now too tight because of the muscle growth he had achieved over the last two years. He picked one out and pulled it on, having to really tug at the fabric to get it to cover his body. It hugged him so tight he thought for a second that it might stop him from breathing, but one look in the mirror and he knew he was on to something. He looked incredible. How could anyone not take the time to look at him?

The next day when he wore it to school, people definitely noticed. He saw heads turn in the corridors, jaws drop, even a little drool slip from a mouth here or there. But when it came to the person who really mattered, the one he wanted to look, he still got nothing. Evan didn't care.

At lunchtime in the cafeteria he made a point of standing up at the table as he spoke to his friends, making movements and gestures that showed off his body; leaning forward to place his arms on the table, flexing his biceps and triceps. He even reached down to scratch his belly, lifting the shirt so the first four abs were visible to anyone watching; and a few of them most certainly were. But Evan was too engrossed in whatever Jake was doing to pay attention.

It was only when Tyler saw Joe staring at him, his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth, tension in his body that hadn't been there in weeks, that Tyler's mind drifted and he smiled. Maybe it was working on someone besides Evan...

When that outfit hadn't obtained the required reaction, Tyler decided to go one further. He pulled out a shirt that he had caught on one of the weight machines, tearing the sleeve, and decided to do a little modification. With a pair of scissors, he carefully cut along the seams, detaching the sleeves. He then decided to go even further, widening the holes so they reached from up near the collar to half way down his side. When he slipped it over his head and looked in the mirror he gasped. His arms, shoulders, and about half of each pec were on display, with his nipples barely covered. He looked so hot he almost wished he could fuck himself, but he smiled in satisfaction, confident it would get the job done.

Before school the next day he made sure to get up early and work out, wanting his body to look as pumped as it possibly could. The reaction he got as he stepped out of his car in the parking lot was one he wished he could have videotaped. People literally stopped walking to look at him, some even bumped into each other as they stared.

He looked around for Evan but didn't see him. A couple of the usual cheerleaders swooned and tried to get his attention, but he didn't even acknowledge them, not wanting to give them any ideas. When Joe turned up they bumped fists as always but after little more than a minute Joe mumbled something and hurried off into the school building, looking uncomfortable.

Inside, on his way to his locker, Tyler had come face to face with Jake. Their eyes met first, staring silently for a few moments, before Jake's moved south, travelling over Tyler's body, seeing the exposed flesh, the muscles. When his eyes met Tyler's again they hardened, like he had assessed him in those few seconds and made the decision to hate him, an enemy put firmly on his radar. Tyler smiled as Jake walked away, knowing that at least it had an effect on him.

It wasn't until second period, Biology class, that Tyler finally saw Evan. He entered the room to see the smaller boy already seated at a desk, looking down at a book. He waited in the doorway for Evan to look up, to see him and notice him, but he never took his attention off those pages. It was only when Tyler heard a low "wow", barely audible under someone's breath behind him, that he turned away from Evan, searching out the person who had made the sound. He jumped when he saw who it was.

Mr Brown was only a few feet away, in the process of scanning Tyler's body, not realizing his student had noticed him. His gaze lingered, spending much longer than they should on the line of Tyler's pecs before moving up to the contours of his shoulders and on to his face. When their eyes met, Mr Brown stiffened and stepped back. He turned away quickly and walked toward the board, but Tyler had seen the reaction, had seen the man's Adam's apple move as he swallowed, it was too late to hide; he wanted him. That it was forbidden made the reaction that much hotter and Tyler's focus shifted to the man's ass, knowing that he would be able to fuck it when the time was right.

He made his way to his seat, constantly looking over at Evan, but the guy's head never turned, never lifted from his book. Tyler wanted to scream. How could he not be looking, staring? Even Mr Brown hadn't been able to control himself for a brief second, had let his guard slip. Why was Evan so hard to break? What did he have to do?

When he got home that night he was so wound up and frustrated that he went into the garage gym and pounded away on the weights and machines until there was literally nothing left in him to give. He almost feared his mom would come home to find him collapsed on the floor, exhausted, but he managed to make it up to his bedroom before that happened.

He was about to fall down into bed when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He was in nothing but a tight pair of Under Armour boxer shorts and the sweat that covered his body coated ever muscle and made him look bigger than he ever had before. He quickly grabbed his phone and started taking photos, striking various poses to show off his definition. Then he got an idea. He went to his closet and pulled out the football pads he kept in there, an old set that were slightly too small now. He slid them over his head and turned back to the mirror.

Hot damn!

He took even more photos, turning every way he could, trying to get the best angle. The boxer shorts clung to his big thighs and the bulge made his cock look huge beneath the damp fabric. The boxers were low on his hips, exposing the lines that swirled down into the top of his pubes, the dark hair only just visible. His abs were so hard and tight they looked like they'd actually been chiselled on and glistened with the sweat. His pecs looked huge beneath the pads that only really covered half of them, leaving the curves of the two rounded globes and his nipples on show. The nipples themselves were erect, sticking straight out, pointing at the camera. His neck was thick, leading up to his strong jaw and his handsome face, which had never looked better, his eyes sparkling and glistening.

Maybe Evan didn't notice him but he was sure plenty of other people would. He looked incredible. Before he could question his decision he posted his favourite photo online, to both his Facebook and Instagram accounts, and almost immediately the likes started flowing in.

Over the next few days the posts would be liked or shared almost 1000 times, with fitness pages linking to his account, and hundreds of new followers subscribing to his page. Evan wasn't one of them.

When the following Monday arrived, Tyler was riding high on the number of positive comments he had gotten online, not to mention the private messages offering to do things to him that actually made him blush. He walked the hallways at school feeling like a star; so many people had looked him, accompanied by various comments from those who had seen the post, all admiring him for both his body and for the guts he had to put it on display in such a public forum.

He was so caught up in the fanfare he was getting that he almost completely forgot about Evan and the goal of making him notice him; the main reason for posting the photo in the first place. It was only when he rounded the corner for his final period of the day, gym class, when Evan even entered his mind, and that was because he was standing right in front of him.

Just a few feet down the hall, Evan was stood looking up at the huge image of Jake in his singlet that still covered almost the entire wall at the entryway to the athletics department. Tyler stopped and observed him, watching the way Evan's shoulders were stiff, his body tight, seeing how his head tilted slightly to the side as he looked at Jake's awesome body and those eyes that stared out, somehow looking directly into yours' no matter which angle you approached it from. Evan was mesmerised and Tyler thought he saw Evan's lips pucker, like he was getting ready to kiss Jake, or at least a part of him.

Suddenly he saw Evan hunch over a little bit and rush forward, through the doorway to the athletics department, hurrying down the hall until he disappeared into the entrance to the locker room. He knew that body language, knew what Evan was doing, what he was trying to cover up. He was hard; just from looking at that picture of Jake. Damn. What the fuck?

That was the last straw. How could just an image of Jake, not even the real thing, bring on a boner, while the real-life Tyler standing in front of him didn't even register in his mind? There was only one thing left to do.

He marched down the corridor, glancing up at Jake's face, only strengthening his determination, and went straight into the locker room, zeroing in on where Evan was standing; facing his locker, his back strategically away from the rest of the class as he changed so they wouldn't see that he was probably still hard.

Tyler threw his bag down on the bench near his locker, kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt off over his head. He glanced over at Evan only to see that he still had his back to the room. He wasn't looking. Tyler gritted his teeth and balled the shirt up into his fists, trying to contain his rage. He wanted to charge over to Evan, spin him around and ask him what the fuck was wrong with him. Instead, he took aim and threw the shirt like a football, the target not the waiting arms of a teammate but the back of Evan's head.

As the shirt sailed through the air, Tyler quickly unzipped his pants and pushed them to the floor, stepping out of them just as the shirt made contact with the back of Evan's head.

Evan grunted, cursed under his breath and turned to see what had happened. For the briefest moment there was anger on his face and his mouth was open like he was about to speak, to protest, but then he saw Tyler and his whole body abruptly came to a stop.

BINGO! Now he had his attention.

Evan's eyes had met Tyler's, finally. They were scrunched up in a scowl but then shot back open almost immediately when he registered that Tyler wasn't wearing a shirt and he glanced down at his body. His jaw dropped. Tyler was standing not five feet away from him wearing nothing but a pair of black socks and a smile, his whole body exposed.

Evan's reaction and the expression on his face told Tyler exactly what he was thinking. Holy fuck!

Tyler's smile stretched from one side of his face to the other when he saw Evan quickly glance his body, moving from his firm chest, down over his hard abs, and on to the cock that hung down between his legs, soft and yet it looked huge.

Evan then looked up, meeting Tyler's gaze once more, and knew he had been caught checking him out. He spun away, his face flushed, slammed his locker, grabbed his shirt and shoes and ran for the exit.

Tyler let his head fall back as he laughed. Evan had finally seen him, had finally taken notice. He moved around the locker room, feeling amazing and free, noticing more than one guy taking in the beauty of his body; whether they were simply admiring it or lusting over it. He felt so good he could have walked out into the gymnasium to do the whole class naked.

"Put some pants on Goodwin," Coach's voice boomed as he walked into the locker room. "We saw enough of you online over the weekend, we don't need to see more."

Some of the boys laughed and it was Tyler's turn to blush. He quickly got dressed and headed out for class. Over the next forty minutes he kept waiting for Evan to look at him, but it never happened. Instead of being angry and annoyed, Tyler was satisfied, because he saw something in Evan that he hadn't seen before, determination. He was trying not to look.

The next day Tyler strolled into school feeling like he had conquered the world. Part one of his goal to make Evan notice him was complete. Now he just had to get him to look at him the same way he looked at Jake. That would be the ultimate validation.

The only problem was that they didn't have any of the same classes that day so it wasn't as simple as making sure he was seated at the next desk or in some other strategic location where Evan would have no choice but to look at him if he wanted to see the board. He would have to wait.

When he finally saw him, Evan was walking down a corridor with one of his friends, Aaron or something, Tyler couldn't quite remember. They were chatting casually and he hadn't seemed to notice that Tyler was walking towards him. Tyler kept expecting him to look up, to register his presence, but Evan continued to look away from him, either at his friend or at the floor as he walked.

They were almost level, nearly at the point where Evan would walk straight past him without so much as a glance. Tyler couldn't allow that to happen. Without thinking he grabbed the closest kid and shoved him into Evan's path, watching the two barely avoid a collision.

Evan made sure the kid was okay and then his head shot up. There was an increasingly familiar flash of anger to his expression, a hint of hatred, but it changed to something else when he saw it was Tyler, something new, something Tyler couldn't quite put his finger on. Still, the expression made him smile and holding the eye contact, he winked.

Evan gasped and spun around. He hurried off down the hall, away from Tyler, not looking back. The wink had spooked him. And that was it... He had him. Finally! Now all he had to do was keep pressing the right buttons and Evan would be his.

Tyler pulled his car into his usual parking space and turned off the engine. Before he could even take his seatbelt off the car was surrounded on all sides and he could hear people screaming his name through the windows.

He reached across to the passenger seat to pick up his bag and then eased the door open, careful not to hit the people who were crowding in around him. He didn't even have his feet on the tarmac when he felt people patting him on the shoulders and back, shouting words of encouragement.

A few feet away the first-string cheerleaders, dressed in their full uniforms, pompoms in hand, burst into a routine, jumping up and down, waving their arms wildly and chanting his name over and over again. When they finished those gathered around him began a round of applause and continued to chant.

With a slight blush to his cheeks he bowed his head and held up his hands, thanking everyone, especially the cheerleaders. He noticed some of them blush and giggle when he looked directly at them and couldn't help but smile. He had seen a similar scene in previous years but had never been the focus of it; it made him feel incredible.

He saw a couple of his teammates and moved toward them, wondering if they had received the same treatment or if it had been reserved for him, the captain of the team. Today was the day; the first football game of the season. It was what every one of them had spent the last few years working towards, what they had dreamed about for as long as they could remember. Getting a hero's welcome just for walking into school made them feel like they were ready to take on the world. They would crush their opponents.

He bumped fists and shared bro-hugs with his excited teammates, each one asking if he was ready to which he happily replied that he was. As they headed for the school building, with some of the crowd still following them, Tyler noticed that a lot of the kids they passed were looking at them in a way they never had before. It was like they were stars walking down a red carpet. It was going to be a great day.

As he entered the building he expected to see a banner hanging up in the hallway, saluting the team, telling them to go for it. Failing that he expected some cheers or attention from the rest of the students. There was nothing. They were greeted by silence.

He turned back around to look through the window into the parking lot but everyone who had been looking at them or following them had gone back to what they had been doing before. He took a few steps forward, thinking maybe there would be something like at a surprise party where people would jump out or something would suddenly appear, but again there was nothing.

Feeling somewhat deflated, he headed for his locker, wanting to get rid of his extra books, not that he would be able to concentrate on any of his classes as the game got closer. Why did he even have to be at school today?

He was expecting people to turn and greet him, to wish him well, just like they had outside, but they barely seemed to register his presence, some simply stepped aside to let him past without looking up to see who he was.

As he got closer to his locker he saw that there was another little crowd gathered and the smile returned to his face. That was more like it. They had probably decorated the locker in celebration and he was pretty sure he could see someone holding a cake.

He approached slowly, waiting for one of them to see him and for them all to jump around and cheer. Instead they kept their backs to him and continued talking excitedly, although he couldn't make out their actual words.

When he finally reached the circle and looked over a girl's shoulder, glancing down to get a glimpse of the cake, he almost bit through his lip, having to stop himself from screaming.

"Happy Birthday Jake!" Someone called out, echoing what was written in icing.

"Happy Birthday!" others just passing by joined in.

Tyler looked up to see that the circle hadn't formed around his locker at all, it was a ring around Jake's a few lockers down. The birthday boy was in the middle of it, accepting their well wishes.

"Awesome cake, Jake," someone said.

"Yeah, Evan made it for me," Jake smiled, turning to slip his arm around his best friend's shoulder, pulling him in close for a hug.

Tyler watched the exchange between the two, glaring at them. Evan looked up at Jake with the brightest smile he had ever seen on someone's face. There was a twinkle in his eyes too. The guy was in love.

Looking away, Tyler's gaze fell upon the wrestler's hard muscular ass encased in a pair of tight black shorts that hugged each cheek. They framed his ass so perfectly, moulding around the curves and sinking into the crack, that he might as well have not worn them; they left nothing to the imagination.

Tyler was still staring at Jake's ass, mesmerised, when Jake turned around and Tyler suddenly found himself looking at a very prominent bulge.

Realizing what he was doing, he quickly lifted his head, hoping no one had noticed. Still, his eyes travelled up Jake's body, over the light blue polo shirt that fit him perfectly, showing off the definition of his pecs, up to the open collar, giving the slightest glimpse of that chest that had remained in his head since their time in the gym together.

Fuck, he could imagine stepping forward, pushing Jake back against his locker, taking both sides of his shirt in his hands and just ripping it off him to get to that body underneath. He would run his hands all over that chest and those abs, would kiss that beautiful mouth, and then he would pick Jake up, make him wrap his legs around his waist, and he would fuck him right there in the hall for everyone to see, showing them who the true top guy in the school was.

When he finally looked up at Jake's face he had to suppress a gasp because Jake was looking directly at him.

"Hey Tyler," Jake grinned, holding the eye contact. "Good luck tonight."

The smirk on Jake's face changed Tyler's mood in an instant. He went from wanting to fuck him to wanting to kill him. Before he could do anything he thought of that night's game and how he would let nothing come between him and being on that field. He cursed under his breath and turned away, marching the few feet to his locker, pushing people out of his way. God he hated how much Jake got to him. He wanted to punch his locker but that would only give Jake what he wanted and he refused to let his anger show.

He pulled open his locker, flung his bag inside, slammed the door shut and stormed off, needing to be anywhere but there. When he reached the corner he made the mistake of looking back. Jake was laughing away, a huge smile on his face, and Evan was hanging on his every word. It infuriated him.

Feeling the anger beginning to bubble up inside him, Tyler knew he needed to do something to release it. He started walking down the corridor toward the gym but when he got to the entrance of the athletics department he was greeted once again by Jake's smiling face. He screamed and shoved the nearest kid into the wall, wishing it was Jake as he watched the kid hit hard and then slump to the ground.

Ignoring the stares from the other students he closed his eyes and walked on down the hall, not looking up until he knew Jake's face was behind him. It was meant to be his big day, his time to shine, but once again Jake had to steal his thunder. What did he have to do to get people to take him seriously?

He flung open the door to the gym ready to hit the weights and work out his frustrations, not caring that he was meant to be in class. He had only taken three steps into the room, the door barely shut behind him, when he heard a strange noise. It was what he imagined someone would sound like if they were being choked.

He slowly moved further into the room, trying to see where the sound was coming from. As curious as he was he also felt a little scared. What if it really was someone being strangled and he was about to witness a murder?

Then the noise changed. It became something that sounded familiar and yet he couldn't quite place it. He took two more steps into the room and then he saw them; Joe's sneakers.

He sprinted across the room as quickly as his feet would carry him and dropped to his knees beside his best friend. Joe was sitting with his back against the wall, his legs pulled up, using his arms to cradle them. He rocked back and forth, gasping for breath.

"Breathe..." Tyler said, placing his hand on Joe's shoulder. "Breathe."

Joe wheezed, panting rapidly, and Tyler saw the panic in his best friend's face.

"Joe, listen to me, look at me," Tyler begged, his own heart pounding in his chest. He waited until Joe's eyes met his. "I need you to slow down for me. I need you to not think too much about anything other than what I'm saying."

Joe couldn't say anything but Tyler saw the slightest nod.

"I'm here, okay? I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Now I need you to slowly breathe for me," Tyler said. Joe began to close his eyes. Tyler grabbed his hand. "No. Keep looking at me. I'm with you. Stay with me."

Joe nodded again, staring at Tyler, silently pleading with him, gripping his hand tighter.

"Please. Breathe," Tyler said. "Do it with me, okay? In."

Tyler inhaled and heard Joe try to do the same. It was still little more than a soft wheeze.

"Now let it out," Tyler continued. He heard Joe let out a little puff of air. "Now in again."

Joe followed Tyler's instruction and this time actually sucked some air into his lungs.

"That's it, bro. Slowly out again," Tyler encouraged. "Keep going. In. Out. Stay with me. In. Out."

Tyler could see from the look on Joe's face that he was actually feeling the oxygen as it began to flow back into his body. There was still a long way to go though.

"That's it, Joe, you're doing well. In. And out," Tyler continued. He squeezed Joe's hand. "In deep. Now let it go. Are you feeling better?"

Joe nodded but he still couldn't speak. It was hard enough just trying to keep his breathing under control.

"Okay, let's keep going," Tyler said. "I'm with you `til we're through this."

For almost two minutes they sat in silence, holding on to each other, breathing in and out until Joe finally leaned back against the wall and sighed with relief. Tyler collapsed beside him, glad to have the wall for support.

"Are you really okay, now?" Tyler asked after a moment.

"Yes," Joe whispered.

Tyler let his head fall back against the wall. "Shit, man, I haven't seen you that bad since we were little kids."

Joe gasped, "I haven't been that bad since then. I thought I'd beaten it."

"What happened?" Tyler asked.

"The cheerleaders outside... All those people chanting and cheering, expecting so much out of us before we've even stepped onto the field," Joe said, talking faster with every word.

"Hey, slow down. Don't get worked up again," Tyler said, only now realizing that they were still holding hands. He didn't move to let go. "Was it just the pressure getting to you?"

"I think so," Joe admitted. "It was suddenly all too much. I came in here because I needed to be alone, but then I couldn't breathe."

"You have nothing to worry about, Joe," Tyler said. "I'm not saying that as your best friend, I'm saying that as your captain. I want you on that field because you're an amazing player, not because we grew up together or because I want to fuck you."

Joe chuckled and punched Tyler's shoulder.

"That's more like it," Tyler smiled. "You had me really fucking worried there for a minute."

"How do you think I felt?" Joe replied. "I thought I was going to die."

"Why didn't you call me? You have your phone," Tyler asked.

"I was kind of focusing on trying to breathe," Joe grinned.

"Well next time you call me or text me. Whatever," Tyler said. "It doesn't matter where I am, what I'm doing, I'll come find you."

"Thanks," Joe smiled. "Fuck, Ty, it just hit me all at once, you know? How important this game is..."

"It's only one game," Tyler said without thinking.

"What?" Joe screamed, pushing himself away from the wall and standing up so he was facing Tyler. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Hey, calm down," Tyler warned, getting to his feet.

"I'm not gonna have another fucking panic attack!" Joe cried. "Did you really say this is only a game?"

"I didn't mean it like that," Tyler said. "I didn't mean that this game isn't important. Of course it is. They all are. We've been working towards this for years, building to this moment. It's as serious as it fucking gets. But it's not worth dying for."

Joe turned away, trying to compose himself. When he spoke his voice was shaking, "Yes it is. This is everything, Ty. Without this I have no life, no future."

"Joe..." Tyler started.

"No, shut the fuck up for a minute," Joe demanded. "Ten games. Ten games, Ty. That's all we have. That's all I have. There might not be an eleventh or a twelfth or beyond that. This could be it. And I'm terrified that it will be."

Tyler sighed and stepped up, placing a hand on Joe's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Joe turned and sat down on one of the exercise benches. He placed his head in his hands for a few seconds and then looked back up at Tyler. "What happens if I don't get a scholarship? What happens if none of those scouts think I'm good enough? What do I do then?"

Tyler bent down and placed his hands on Joe's. He leaned in so their foreheads were touching. "It's not going to come to that, Joe. Trust me. You're too good for them not to sign you. You're going to get a scholarship. A full ride. And everything else you've ever wanted. I believe in you. You just need to believe in yourself. You can do it."

Joe reached his hand up and placed it on the back of Tyler's head, holding their foreheads together. When they pulled apart they stared into each other's eyes. Their lips inched closer together but never quite touched.

Tyler surprised himself by being the first to turn away, "We've got this."

"Yeah," Joe nodded after a pause.

"Let's show those fuckers that we're the best in this district," Tyler smiled.

A smile finally came onto Joe's face and his expression changed. They high-fived and hugged before they headed for the door.

Joe pulled it open but then stopped. He turned around. "Thank you," he said.

"Any time," Tyler smiled.

He patted Joe on the back as they walked out of the gym.

Tyler stood at the edge of the football field. His head was down, his eyes were closed and he breathed in deeply, trying to take everything in. There were so many things going through his mind - thoughts, feelings, images – that he couldn't process them all and they blended together to become little more than white noise, white light.

There was a gentle breeze blowing around him but he didn't feel the chill on his arm, didn't notice the flutter of the piece of hair that had fallen out of place. He opened his eyes, slowly lifting his head, and glanced across the green field until he was staring at the goalposts.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind him or even notice the person standing by his side until they had been there for almost a full minute, not saying a single word, waiting for him to notice their presence.

"I thought you might be here," Coach said when Tyler turned to look at him. "Your teacher rang me to tell me you hadn't shown up for class. That immediately sets off alarm bells and you know that. I've said that before."

Tyler nodded. He broke eye contact with the older man and looked away.

"I assume you've got a good reason for skipping class," Coach said, more of a statement than a question. "That's a benchable infraction, you know?"

Tyler's head snapped around and he looked at Coach with fear.

"Relax. I didn't say I was going to bench you," Coach said. "But the next time you need five minutes, or longer, you come to me, I'll find a room for you, I'll give you a pass. You don't just disappear."

Tyler nodded and looked down again. He mumbled, "Sorry, Coach."

"What's going on?" Coach asked, sincerely. "I've been where you are, Tyler. I was a quarterback in high school and in college. I know where your mind is at right now. It's okay to be nervous. It's okay to doubt yourself."

"I don't doubt myself," Tyler snapped without realizing the words were coming out of his mouth.

"Then what's this about?" Coach asked.

Tyler sighed. "It's not just me on that field."

"You think the other guys are gonna let you down?" Coach asked.

"No," Tyler replied.

"Then what?" Coach continued.

"It's a lot of pressure," Tyler said. "I'm not used to it. If it was just me, just my future in my hands, I'd be fine. But it's not, is it? Everyone on that team is counting on me to get them to the playoffs, the championships, to get them into college."

Coach waited until Tyler looked up at him before he replied. Then he said, seriously, "Yes. They are."

Tyler had half expected the man to deny it, to try to tell him otherwise to relieve some of the pressure, but then Tyler also knew that wasn't how Coach worked; he told you the truth and it got results.

"Look Tyler, I'm not going to lie to you," Coach said. "People do expect a lot from you. They're counting on you to be a leader, to make decisions, to carry the team. But guess what? That's football. That's life. Every team you are ever on, in high school, in college, in the NFL, every single one will expect the same from you. And if you think the pressure is on now, wait until you have millions of fans expecting you to take your team to the Superbowl, holding you accountable."

"Geez, thanks Coach," Tyler quipped.

"The point is that I wouldn't have put you in the position if I didn't think you could handle it. Those boys wouldn't have voted for you as captain if they didn't believe in you," Coach said. "But if this is about what I think it really is... Joe. You have nothing to worry about."

"Really?" Tyler asked.

"Yes," Coach said. "I'm not going to tell you what I know. But trust me, that boy is going to be fine."

Tyler perked up and smiled.

"So, are you nervous?" Coach asked.

"About the game?" Tyler asked.

"No, about World War 3," Coach said sarcastically. "Of course about the game."

Tyler chuckled. "A little, yes."

"Good," Coach smiled. "You should always feel something. Goosebumps. Butterflies. If you don't, that's when it's time to worry. You need those feelings to fuel you, to feed off of."

"Okay," Tyler nodded.

"You're good now, yeah?" Coach asked.

"Yes," Tyler smiled.

"Glad to hear it," Coach smiled. "Because I don't want you showing up as anything but the Tyler I know. There are going to be hundreds of people there tonight, thousands even, and I want you to show every one of them that you're the best athlete in this school, hell in the district, maybe even the state. Are you ready to do that?"

"Hell yeah, I am," Tyler proclaimed.

"Are you ready to make the school board wish they had chosen you for the cover of that pamphlet instead of Jake?" Coach continued.

"Fuck yeah!" Tyler screamed. "And I'm gonna make those mother fuckers put my picture up on that wall next to his."

Tyler grabbed his things and marched off toward the school building, a man on a mission. Coach stood watching him leave.

"I can't believe you," a voice said, approaching Coach.

"What?" Coach turned to greet Mr Brown, who had followed him out, helping him look for Tyler. A huge smile spread across Coach's face.

"You put that poster of Jake up on purpose, didn't you?" Mr Brown asked.

"I don't know what you mean," Coach smirked.

Mr Brown returned the grin, "You knew it would get a reaction out of him. That it would motivate him..."

"It's possible I suppose," Coach said.

Mr Brown shook his head and chuckled. He slapped Coach on the back and they started walking back towards the school.

The locker room was buzzing. It was the first time the team had been in the bigger stadium, shared by multiple local schools, and it gave off such a different, epic, feel compared to what they were used to. It made the game seem so much more important and they couldn't wait to get out there to show everyone what they could do.

Tyler jumped up and down, shaking out his limbs, his body almost bursting with the excitement and energy he felt. When they had first walked into the stadium and had seen a local television crew setting up their cameras, ready to film for one of the local networks, as well as possibly streaming online, they had just about lost their shit. No longer were they just playing games against each other on a field behind their school; this was big time, real competition and they felt like real athletes. It was what they had all been dreaming of.

What made the night even bigger for Tyler was that both of his parents were sat out in the crowd. His dad had made sure he didn't have any business planned for that weekend and his mom had swapped shifts at the hospital so they could both be there to watch their son play his first game. As well as that, both of Joe's parents along with all three of his little brothers were also sat out there waiting to see them. He knew they would make every one of them, but especially those three little boys, proud.

"Come on guys!" Tyler screamed across the locker room, slapping his hands together. "Are you ready to go out there and kick their asses?"

"HELL YEAH!" they all screamed back, some banging on their lockers.

"We're gonna show them who we are," Tyler bellowed. "Who are we?"

"THE BEST!"

"And what are we gonna do?" Tyler called.

"WIN!"

"Yeah, we are! All in!" Tyler stuck his fist out into the room.

One by one the guys gathered around, extending their own fist until they were all touching. At the count of three they threw their hands in the air and began to cheer.

Tyler turned back to his locker and pulled out the mouth guard that his father had had made for him. It had a special tiny design on it along with his initials and he wanted to wear it for more than just to protect his teeth. It was sentimental.

As he closed his locker and turned back into the room, he saw something light up on the bench in front of him and it took him a moment to realize it was a phone. He glanced at the illuminated screen and briefly saw the notification message before the phone was scooped up into the hands of its owner; Damien.

The words displayed on the screen flashed in his memory over and over again as he watched his teammate key in his passcode, click on the message.

CODY: Photo

When the message opened so did Damien's eyes; wide. He quickly shut off the screen, tossed his phone in his locker and shut the door, his face a shade of pink that can only be caused by someone blushing.

What the hell was that? Why was Damien getting messages from Cody? What was in it? What was the photo?

Before Tyler could think about it too much, time was called and they were ushered out onto the field. It was time to play.

The game was down to the final few seconds and the scores were tied at 10-10. Tyler held the ball firmly in his hand, knowing that the final play they had gone through so many times in practice called for him to find Joe, his tight end, or Damien, his wide receiver, and they would run it over line, but both were on the same side of the field, surrounded by players from the other team who knew what was coming; they were blocked and not an option.

In the split second he had to make a decision before he was tackled to the ground, the game over, Tyler twisted his body, pulling his arm back, and moved like he was about to throw the ball to Joe. At the last second he pivoted the other way and launched the ball through the air, watching as it rose higher, almost in slow motion, and then started to fall, fast, too fast.

He watched, helpless, his body not moving, not breathing, as the ball descended. Then he gasped for air and jumped up, waving his arms as the ball fell straight into the waiting arms of Luke, who took off, sprinting for the end zone, jumping over one player who lunged for him, to make it over the line just before the clock hit zero. TOUCHDOWN!

Tyler couldn't believe it. They had won. The guys on the field went crazy, as did their fans in the stands, jumping up and down, screaming their heads off. He was tackled by the played around him, who all threw their arms around him and tried to lift him up. At the other end of the field Luke was getting the same treatment.

The rest of the scene was a blur to Tyler as he watched his teammates celebrate and shook the hands of the opponents who came over to congratulate him. He waved to his parents and Joe's brothers, who were shouting to him from the crowd.

It was only when things had calmed down and he stood alone on the side of the field, staring over at the goalpost, much like he had been earlier on their practice field, when he could finally take everything in.

A big hand landed on his shoulder. "What did I tell you?"

Tyler looked at Coach and smiled. "We did it."

"You did it," Coach said, squeezing Tyler's shoulder. "You proved me right, kid. You're a natural. You knew that last play wouldn't work like we practiced so you changed it. I'm proud of you."

Coach slapped Tyler on the back and walked away. Tyler stood still, amazed that as good as it felt to win the game, winning Coach's respect was even better.

It was almost a party atmosphere in the locker room when Tyler got back to it. He had stayed behind on the field to answer some questions from a couple of local reporters and to have a few pictures taken while most of the other boys headed off to get showered and changed. He wasn't surprised to see that most hadn't reached the showers yet, still too hyped from their win, jumping up and down, cheering and dancing in various states of undress.

When the players saw him enter they cheered but he waved them off, laughing, a little embarrassed by their reaction, even though he also delighted in it. Luke broke away from the guys he was talking to and walked straight over to him.

"Thank you so much," Luke gushed as he threw his arms around Tyler and gave him a huge hug.

"Thank you for not dropping that ball," Tyler laughed as he returned the hug and patted his friend on the back.

"I don't just mean for the pass," Luke said seriously, pulling back. "You believed in me when no one else did. You pushed me to get better. You're the reason I was even playing today."

When Luke's voice started to crack Tyler put his hand on his friend's shoulder, "You deserved it. You didn't give up. You kept trying harder. That's the kind of guy I want on my team. Well done, bro."

Luke nodded with the hint of a tear at the corner of his eye. He thanked Tyler again and headed back into the room, over to where he had put his things.

Tyler then walked over to his locker and put the mouth guard that he had placed in his pocket back into its custom made case. He then pulled off his jersey and took off his pads, stretching out his body once they were off, glad to be out of them.

He picked up his towel and shower gel, ready to wash the sweat and dirt off his body, when he saw Damien heading his way, fresh out of the shower, just a towel around his waist.

Fuck, his body was even more incredible up close than it had looked when he had been mowing his lawn. His pecs were big and firm, his pink nipples contrasted with his light skin. His abs were hard and defined and there was a drop of water slowly running down between the grooves. Tyler felt the urge to bend over and lick it off.

Turning his head, Tyler pretended to be searching for something in his locker but he kept one eye on Damien, wanting to see what he did, hoping he would pull out his phone so he could see what Cody had sent before the game.

When Damien didn't, Tyler was disappointed. He was sure something more had happened between the two than even Cody had let on, especially if they were still texting each other now Cody was away at college. It wasn't like they had been friends for years before, as far as he knew they had hardly interacted before the trip where they had stayed at the motel. Had they fucked around after that?

Imagine having that body in bed with you...

Fuck!

Tyler quickly slammed his locker shut and marched into the showers, needing to stop those thoughts from rising to the surface in a locker room full of guys. He let the water crash against his body, his head falling back, his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth on muscles he didn't even realize were sore.

When he was finally finished, he dried off somewhat and then went back out into the locker room. Many of the boys had left by that point, no doubt going to get a ride from their families who would be waiting to either take them home or to somewhere to celebrate.

He saw that Damien had gone, meaning he had missed his chance to find out about the text because it wasn't something he could bring up at any other time, so he went to his locker and began to get changed.

He pulled a fresh shirt on and nearly jumped out of his skin when his head came out of the neck hole and Joe was standing right in front of him.

"Fuck!" Tyler gasped. "Don't sneak up on me like that, dude."

Joe didn't say anything but the expression on his face told the story of how he was feeling inside. He wasn't happy.

"What's wrong?" Tyler asked.

"That was my pass," Joe stated, his voice low, gruff.

"Oh fuck..." Tyler sighed. "Are we really gonna do this? We won the game. What difference does it make?"

"It makes a big fucking difference and you know it," Joe snapped. "What if there were scouts out there, watching? It should have been me scoring that touchdown."

Tyler stared at him, "You wouldn't have made it."

"What?" Joe shrieked. The last couple of guys in the locker room could feel the tension and quickly made for the exit.

"You were blocked," Tyler explained. "There was no way you were getting more than a couple of yards with that ball. They had the play read. I had to make a snap decision, for the team, not just you or me, and I made the right one. I'm not going to apologize."

Joe looked away, biting his lip. "He looked like a fucking hero."

"He was in the right place at the right time," Tyler said. "That's all it was. I didn't choose him over you. I didn't even think about that. I just did what I had to. We won."

"I guess," Joe mumbled.

"Did you ever think about WHY he was open?" Tyler asked. "Why they had so many guys blocking you and Damien? They knew how good the two of you are. They knew that if I got the ball to you they had no chance."

"You think so?" Joe asked.

"I know," Tyler said. "Fuck Joe, do you really not know how good you are? Offers are gonna come flooding in. And if I can help with that I will. But not if it will cost us a game."

"You're right," Joe sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. I know how much you want this," Tyler said. "Trust me, I want it for you. And I would never choose anyone over you."

Their eyes met and they held each other's gaze. They stared at each other for a long moment and then slowly started moving in, their lips getting closer.

"Come on boys, you ready to go?"

Coach's voice made them both jump and they quickly moved apart. Joe swallowed hard and headed for the door. Tyler watched Joe leave then grabbed the last of his things and headed out himself, making eye contact with Coach as he passed. The older man's eyes followed his athletes, a knowing smile on his face.

Tyler stretched out on top of his bed. He had planned to get up to go for a morning run but when he woke up his body was much stiffer than he had anticipated. Competing in an actual game against people who genuinely wanted to beat him was completely different to going through practice plays with his teammates.

Eventually he managed to find the will to climb out of bed and make it to his bathroom. He relieved himself and then decided to see if the hot water of the shower would ease the ache he felt in his shoulders and neck.

After nearly twenty minutes, he stepped out, feeling much better, and dried off. He slipped on a pair of fresh black boxers and made his way downstairs, noting that his parents' bedroom door was open. When he reached the kitchen he found a post-it on the refrigerator saying they had popped out and would be back around lunchtime. He glanced at the clock and was surprised to see it was almost 10.30. He never usually slept that late.

He had just finished his breakfast and was putting the plates in the dish washer when the front door opened. He called out to greet his parents but was met with silence. The only sound was that of the door closing. He called out again. Still there was nothing. Wondering what the hell was going on he slowly moved toward the hallway.

"Fuck!" he screamed when he saw someone standing there. "Why do you keep fucking appearing out of nowhere?"

It was Joe.

Instead of answering the question, Joe continued to stand in silence. His eyes were fixed on Tyler with an intense stare. But it took Tyler a moment to realize that Joe wasn't looking at his face.

Tyler glanced down. He had forgotten that all he was wearing was his underwear and now as he looked back up at Joe he could see that his friend was staring at his naked chest and abs, at the bulge of his cock, barely covered by the thin fabric of his boxer shorts. He could also see a hunger in Joe's expression that he hadn't seen in months.

Without so much as a word, Tyler started to climb the stairs. He didn't stop, didn't look over his shoulder, he just continued up until he was standing in his bedroom. After what seemed like forever the door closed behind him and he heard the lock click into place.

He slowly turned around to see Joe staring at him, intensely. The way Joe stood, tall, upright, confident, told Tyler everything that he needed to know. Joe knew what he was doing, knew why he was there.

Tyler closed the gap between them and put his hand in the middle of Joe's chest. He pushed him backwards until his back was pressed against the door and then he stepped in close so their noses were almost touching.

He waited for Joe to push him away, for him to twitch or move or try to escape. He did none of that. He stared down into Tyler's eyes, almost challenging, daring, begging Tyler to make the first move.

Seeing that he had him, Tyler slid his hand up Joe's chest, around the back of his neck to the back of his head. He ran his fingers through Joe's hair and then pulled him down until their lips met.

Joe's body stiffened as Tyler kissed him and he jerked his head to the side.

Tyler growled in frustration, grabbed a fistful of Joe's hair and used it to yank his head to one side. With the neck exposed, Tyler dove in, kissing and licking the smooth skin.

"Oh fuck," Joe moaned, having to clutch onto Tyler to stop himself from falling as a tremor ran through his entire body and weakened his knees. "Oh shit..."

Tyler smiled, hearing Joe's reaction, but he didn't stop. If he couldn't kiss his lips then he was going to kiss every other goddamn inch of him to make up for all the time he had gone without getting to touch that incredible body.

With Joe completely under his control, Tyler moved his hand so it was underneath Joe's chin and then he pushed his head backwards. Keeping his thumb pressed firmly against Joe's jaw, holding his head in place, Tyler opened his mouth and bit down, sucking on Joe's neck, marking him.

"Oh fuck, Ty, what are you doing?" Joe whimpered.

Tyler pulled back with a loud pop, "You're mine."

Joe cried out as Tyler went back to work on his neck, kissing and suckling it. He was so hard in his pants that it hurt and yet he didn't want to do anything to stop what was happening.

"Fuck..." Tyler gasped, coming up for air. "You know what this means, don't you"?

"What?" Joe quivered as Tyler ran his thick fingers over his chest.

"No more bullshit," Tyler said, tracing the muscles through Joe's shirt. "No more pretending that you don't want this. That you don't want me."

"Okay," Joe nodded, his words barely a whisper.

Tyler ran his fingers down over the ridges of Joe's abs. "When it's just you and me... you can put the guard down. You can say what's really on your mind."

"Okay," Joe said. "Fuck me."

Tyler gasped hearing the words in Joe's voice once more. "Say it again."

Joe put his hand under Tyler's chin and pulled his face up so they were eye-to-eye. He leaned in close. "Fuck. Me."

Tyler pounced on Joe, slamming him back against the door. He ran his hands up Joe's body. When he got to the collar of his shirt, he grabbed hold of it and ripped the two sides apart, sending the buttons flying all over the room.

Before Joe could protest, Tyler's mouth found the other side of his neck, cutting off his words. He threw his head back against the door and put his hand on Tyler's head, taking a fistful of hair and holding on as Tyler began to move down, kissing along the curve of his neck and across to his shoulder.

As Tyler moved down, making his way across Joe's chest, inching closer and closer to his hard, pink nipple, he reached up and pushed the shirt off Joe's shoulders. When it fell down, Joe pulled his arms out of the sleeves and let the shirt drop to the floor. The whole time his eyes were on Tyler's lips as they kissed their way across his pecs and he moaned when they finally parted and clamped down on his nipple.

Joe's cock throbbed with the pleasure of Tyler's tongue teasing the tip of his nipple. He was so hard he was almost scared he was going to shoot his load before he got what he really wanted.

"So fucking sexy..." Tyler growled against Joe's chest as he continued to lick it, flicking his tongue out, gently lapping at the skin. "Wanted this for so long..."

Joe's whole body shuddered hearing Tyler's words. He thought they would spook him, thought hearing Tyler's desires expressed out loud, the truth of his feelings, would send him running out of the door. Instead, it turned him on, made him want it that much more. If a guy like Tyler thought he was hot then he must be really fucking hot.

When Tyler licked his abs, running his tongue over each of the muscles, he wanted to scream. His dick kept pumping more and more precum into his boxers, pooling up inside and soaking through the material. He wanted to get fucked but he needed this too.

Tyler pulled back from Joe's body and ran his tongue around his lips. He looked up, over the incredible landscape that was Joe's torso, right into his eyes. Staring up at him, holding the eye contact, Tyler slid his hands down and unbuttoned Joe's pants. He then eased the zipper down, almost teasingly as Joe's cock pushed against the fabric, begging to be set free.

As the pants hit the floor Tyler gasped at the sight in front of him. Joe's whole eight inch cock was still inside his boxers, the material pulled tight, the shape of the shaft and the head were clearly visible through the damp cloth as it stretched across almost to his hip. It was the hottest, most obscene thing Tyler had ever seen.

He couldn't wait any longer. He had thought about Joe's big dick for so long, had wanted to get his hands and mouth back around it, and there it was right in front of him, waiting for him to take it.

He leaned in ran his tongue from the base of Joe's cock all the way up to the tip. It was so hard and stiff. He loved feeling it against his lips. He clamped his mouth down around the head and the taste of Joe's precum exploded onto his tongue. It was the most amazing flavour and made him ravenous. He needed more.

Instead of teasing this time, Tyler yanked Joe's boxers down, and as the cock sprang free he captured it in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and tasting Joe's sweet juice directly from the source, pushing his tongue against the slit.

"FUCK!" Joe screamed. He had almost forgotten how good Tyler's mouth felt on him.

Tyler looked up at him and their eyes met as Tyler suckled on the tip, swirling his tongue around the head. He opened his mouth, showing Joe his own cock resting against his tongue, and then he closed his lips and swallowed Joe's dick, taking almost three quarters of it before he started to bob back and forth, sucking on that gorgeous cock.

"Oh God, yes! Oh God, Ty!" Joe moaned. "Suck me... Suck me... Oh yeah..."

Tyler pulled off and licked Joe's balls. He took them into his mouth, feeling that they were heavy, carrying a load that he was going to fuck out of them, and then he ran his tongue back up the length of Joe's shaft.

This time when he got to the tip, Tyler kept on going. His tongue licked its way over Joe's abs, up across his pecs and then further still, up his neck, over his jaw until finally he slid it across Joe's lips.

"Ty..." Joe protested, but in the split second it took for that single syllable to come out of his mouth Tyler's tongue had slipped inside.

Joe moaned when he felt Tyler's tongue touch his own and his cock jerked in response. Instinctively he closed his lips around Tyler's and returned the kiss. Their tongues battled and they made out.

Then Joe pushed Tyler away, panting heavily. "Please Ty, I can't."

"FUCK!" Tyler screamed. He looked away, gritted his teeth, trying to contain his anger, and then turned back. "Okay, get on your knees."

"What?" Joe asked, surprised.

"Get on your knees," Tyler demanded. "If we're not going to kiss, you're going to suck my cock."

"Ty..." Joe gasped at Tyler's tone.

"Those lips are going somewhere, Joe. Make a choice," Tyler stated. "My mouth? Or my cock?"

Joe closed his eyes. The internal debate he was having with himself was displayed on his face. Tyler watched it and then gasped himself as Joe sank to his knees and opened his mouth.

The smile that rose onto Tyler's face very nearly spread from ear to ear as he stepped up and stood in front of Joe. He waited for him to open his eyes, to look at him. When he didn't, Tyler slid his boxers down and kicked them off, flicking them across the room. He took his dick in his hand, stroked up and down the length a couple of times, and then gripped it by the base as he slapped it against Joe's cheek.

Joe's eyes shot open when he felt the weight of Tyler's cock hit the side of his face and he looked up to see Tyler grinning down at him, a gleam in his incredible blue eyes.

"Suck it," Tyler said, slapping it against Joe's face again.

Joe didn't move but his mouth remained open. Tyler ran the head of his cock around Joe's lips, coating them with precum, and then he left it resting against the bottom lip without going over the threshold or pushing inside.

Joe stared up at Tyler, pleading with him to put it in, but Tyler just continued to smile and to stare at Joe until finally Joe grunted and closed his lips around it.

"HOLY FUCK!" Tyler screamed when he felt Joe's tongue flick against the tip of his dick and he almost crumpled to the ground when Joe started moving his head, actually sucking him.

As reluctant as Joe had been, the moment he felt that dick against his lips, felt the soft spongy head on his tongue, got a taste of that beautiful salty sweet flavour as he lapped up Tyler's precum, any doubt he had about where he was and what he was doing disappeared. He closed his eyes and went to work.

Tyler whimpered as Joe moved up and down, running his tongue back and forth over his cock, using his lips to massage the shaft. It felt even better than he remembered. His eyes rolled back into his head, his toes curled and waves of pleasure crashed through his body.

When Joe's strong hand, with his long, thick fingers, wrapped around his balls, Tyler almost shot his load. Feeling what could only be a man's hand cupping, tugging on them, stroking the bottom inch of his dick while the mouth worked the tip, gave Tyler a thrill he wasn't sure he could put into words, he just knew it was so much better than what any girl had ever been able to do to him.

"That's it, Joe," Tyler encouraged. "Suck my dick."

Joe tried to moan something but it was muffled by the four inches of Tyler's cock he had in his mouth.

"Fuck you're good at that," Tyler moaned. "Almost too good."

Joe looked up at him and pulled off his cock. He maintained eye contact while he stroked his hand up and down the length, spreading the mixture of precum and saliva all over the shaft. He then moved in and licked Tyler's balls, making the hot quarterback shiver.

Tyler was just about to open his mouth, to tell Joe how good it felt, when Joe suddenly pulled away, took him by the hips and spun him around. He barely had time to process what was happening as Joe pushed him forward, forced him to bend over and brace himself on the bed, and then pulled his ass cheeks apart, exposing his hole.

The scream that erupted from Tyler's mouth as Joe buried his face in his ass and began to eat him out was so loud it rattled the windows and startled two birds that were perched in the tree beyond it, both immediately taking flight.

In Tyler's mind he must have joined them, had to be floating off somewhere because he couldn't still be inside his own body, it was all too good, too unreal.

"Oh fuck Joe!" Tyler whimpered as he was brought back into his body by Joe's tongue slipping inside him. "Holy shit!"

His toes curled, his fists gripped the sheets and he bit down on his own forearm to try to stop himself from cumming too soon. It felt like forever since someone had eaten his ass, so long that he had forgotten how good it was. He didn't think Joe would ever do it again, but now that he was there, going to town, drilling his ass with his tongue, Tyler was delirious.

As his ass began to get slick from the spit and to open from the constant tongue fucking it was receiving, Tyler found himself preparing to say the two words he had never said to anyone else before. Fuck me.

He was ready. He wanted it, needed it. He closed his eyes and imagined Joe moving up over his back, lining up his big cock with his virgin asshole and sinking inside, burying it in to the hilt until he had every inch inside him.

"Okay," Joe said, interrupting the moment by pulling his face out of Tyler's ass and slapping the big firm cheeks. He then shoved Tyler up onto the bed, flipping him over so he was on his back. "I need your dick now."

Before Tyler could protest, could tell Joe that he wanted to get fucked instead, Joe had swooped back down and taken his dick in his mouth, sucking it again, getting it as wet as he could. Tyler was breathless, speechless.

He moaned and watched as Joe sucked his dick, used his hands and mouth to kiss and caress the shaft. For a moment he thought he might be dreaming. He had been in exactly the same spot so many times, picturing Joe there between his legs, but every time his cum shot across his chest and he opened his eyes there was no one there. This time there was.

Joe looked up at him and slowly let Tyler's cock slip from his mouth. He still held it by the base and tapped it against his cheek twice before he pulled it back and let go. It sprang forward and slapped against Tyler's abs, nearly triggering Tyler's explosion.

While he tried to get his breathing under control and will himself back from the edge, Tyler didn't notice Joe move across to the bedside drawers or pull out the bottle of lube that was always kept there. It wasn't until he felt the first drop of cold liquid splash down onto the tip of his cock that it registered. Joe was lubing him up.

Tyler watched, with his mouth hanging open, as Joe stroked up and down the full length of his dick, pouring the lube onto the tip and working it all over the shaft until it was slick and glistening. His back arched and he fought to stop himself from screaming when Joe started to rotate his hand, swirling it around his cock, using his long fingers to caress the shaft while his palm massaged the head.

Just when Tyler thought he might be about to cum, Joe pulled away again, letting Tyler's cock slap back down against his abs, the loud wet thud filling the room as Tyler's whole body quivered.

Joe smiled, seeing Tyler's big muscular body collapsed back on the bed, completely prone and under his command. It was so hot to know he was responsible for the pleasure Tyler was feeling, for every twitch in that body, for every moan from that mouth. It made him feel strong, powerful, made him feel like a man.

He poured lube into his hand and reached around spreading it around his hole. He moaned at the first touch and then whimpered as he pushed a slippery finger inside himself. The penetration sent a shockwave of pleasure and anticipation surging through his body; this time he wasn't just fingering himself while he jerked off in the shower, that finger was going to be replaced by a dick. He was going to get fucked.

Pushing a second finger inside himself beside the first, Joe moaned and his ass clamped down around his fingers. The moment he felt himself being stretched open, his fingers pushing against the walls of his ass, he knew he couldn't wait any longer, he needed to have Tyler's dick inside him.

Letting the fingers slip out, he began to crawl up the bed with his legs on either side of Tyler's, until he was straddling him, sitting back on his upper thighs. He looked down at Tyler's face and their eyes connected. Then holding the stare he reached down and pulled Tyler's rock hard cock up against his own throbbing eight inches, pushing them together, stroking them both in his big hands.

He gently thrust forward, sliding his dick up and down the length of Tyler's, both cocks getting slicker from the lube already on them and from the precum leaking out of both tips.

Seeing that his dick was bigger than Tyler's, by almost an inch, somehow made Joe even harder. He had always known he was longer but it wasn't something he had really thought about. Now as he sat there it gave him a sense of pride while also being an incredible turn on. Not only was he taller but he had the bigger cock, he was all man. And it made him want to get fucked that much more.

Still holding on to Tyler's cock, Joe lifted his hips and moved forward. When he eased back down, Tyler's slick cock slid up into the crack of his ass and they both moaned. Joe squeezed his cheeks around the shaft and then moved back and forth, sliding the thick piece of meat up and down, feeling the size, knowing that in just a few seconds it would be buried inside him, deep.

He couldn't wait any longer. He wrapped his hand around Tyler's cock and held it up, moving backwards until the tip was pressed against his puckered hole. He pushed back and guided Tyler's dick into him, groaning as the head first opened him up and then whimpering, quivering, as it popped through and began to enter him.

"Oh fuck..." He moaned, throwing his head back as more of the cock eased its way inside him.

It felt so big, forcing his ass to change shape around it. But it also felt incredible; the heat from the invading shaft, the way the ridge around the head rubbed against the nerves inside him, the way it filled him, pushed deeper and deeper until it was seated all the way inside, Tyler's balls pressed against his ass, the cock throbbing inside him, filling him so completely. He felt whole again as he sat on Tyler's dick, letting his body get accustomed to being impaled on it once more.

"Jesus, Joe..." Tyler whispered, barely able to get the words out.

He ran his hands up Joe's big thighs until they were on his hips, holding him in place. His cock was throbbing and twitching inside Joe, so happy to be back inside his ass, the place it was supposed to be, that it was almost ready to erupt. He needed time.

Both of them remained still for a few seconds, letting the sensations wash over them. They stared into each other's eyes and held the gaze for a long moment, their eyes growing more intense with each passing moment. They had both wanted this for so long, however reluctant either had been to admit it, and now they were ready to go all out.

Tyler kept his hands on Joe's hips as Joe began to rise off him. As his cock started to slide back out of Joe's ass and he watched it reappear he gripped on a little bit tighter, afraid Joe would pull off completely and run for the door. Just when the tip of his cock tugged gently at the opening of Joe's ass, threatening to pop out, Joe sank back down, drilling the cock into his depths in one quick swift movement.

"HOLY SHIT!" Joe screamed, his whole body going into spasm, his big cock jumping, pulsing, as Tyler was driven back into him, leaving him panting for breath.

Eventually Joe rose up again, wanting to feel the whole length of Tyler's cock as it brushed against his insides. Instead of plunging straight back down he eased himself down gently. If possible that was even better because he could feel every inch of Tyler's bare cock as it moved through him.

"Oh God, yes!" Tyler cried as Joe began to move faster, picking up the pace a little now he was used to the invasion, rising up and down, fucking himself on Tyler's throbbing cock.

Tyler kept his hands on Joe's waist, first just holding on as Joe rode him, then using his grip for leverage as he started pushing and pulling, lifting his hips to meet Joe's downward movements, shoving in harder, deeper, bouncing Joe up and down on his cock.

When he took his hands away and Joe kept riding him, throwing his head back in pleasure, Tyler took the opportunity to feel the body that had eluded him for so long, that he had dreamt of. Once again he started at the thick thighs, feeling them as they worked to propel Joe up and down, then he moved on, gliding over the hips, up onto the incredible abs, tracing each hard muscle with his fingers, and further still, to the beautiful full pecs that he rubbed and cupped, grabbing each one in his hands.

"Oh fuck..." Tyler moaned, pushing his ass up to drill Joe harder. "You are one sexy mother fucker."

Joe looked down at Tyler with a huge grin on his face. He then watched as Tyler's hands continued to caress his muscles.

"Yeah? You like my body?" Joe smirked, not letting his pace falter for a second as he continued to drive his ass back onto Tyler's dick.

"Oh God, yes," Tyler grunted. "You're fucking incredible."

Joe could feel Tyler's cock throbbing inside him. Hearing those words and feeling the reaction from Tyler made him swell with pride. He had to be hotter than hell if this hunk lying beneath him wanted him so much.

"You're not so bad yourself," Joe smiled, leaning forward to run his own hands over Tyler's awesome body; over the steel hard abs and the firm pecs.

The fact that the body was so hard, that it felt so different to all of the girls he had fucked was such a turn on. Knowing that he was being fucked by a muscular man, a true stud, turned things up an extra couple of notches and he wanted it even more.

Joe gasped because he suddenly felt himself being lifted as Tyler sat up and grabbed hold of him. Before he even knew what was happening, Tyler's dick had popped free of his ass and he was being thrown around on the bed, landing on the mattress on his hands and knees.

He knew it shouldn't have been but getting manhandled like that was so hot. It was one thing to feel Tyler's muscles under his fingers, but to actually feel the strength in them, to be picked up and tossed around like he wasn't nearly 6 foot 4 and didn't weigh 200lbs was an adrenaline rush all on its own. He was a man getting fucked by one.

Tyler quickly moved in behind Joe and wrapped his arms around his body, pulling Joe's back against his chest as he sank his dick back into Joe's ass with one quick, sharp shove.

Joe screamed and grabbed on to the arm around his chest as Tyler's cock was driven back into him. He then arched his back and threw his head against Tyler's shoulder as Tyler began to thrust into him, pumping back and forth, really starting to fuck him.

"Oh yeah," Tyler moaned in Joe's ear, "Your ass feels so good."

Joe whimpered and moaned. Tyler's dick felt like it was fucking him even deeper from that angle and was hitting his prostate on every other stroke.

"You like my dick inside you?" Tyler asked, licking Joe's neck, all the while continuing to fuck him.

"Fuck yeah," Joe nodded, humping his ass back to meet Tyler's cock. "Fuck me."

"I am fucking you, baby," Tyler said, kissing Joe's ear. "Feels so good, Joe. Feels so right."

"Yeah..." Joe panted.

"You gonna let me keep fucking you?" Tyler asked.

Joe moaned but didn't answer so Tyler pulled his dick out of Joe's ass and started to move away from him.

"Yes!" Joe screamed, panicked, fearing that the gaping hole Tyler left in him would go unfilled. "Yes. You can keep fucking me. Just put it back in."

Tyler chuckled and rammed his full seven inches back into Joe's ass, pounding away even harder than before. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room.

Back fully behind Joe, Tyler began to run his hands all over Joe's body while he pushed into him, cupping his pecs, rubbing his abs, and then finally, slowly, moving his hand down so he was holding Joe's own throbbing, impossibly hard cock in his hand and stroking it in time with his thrusts into Joe's ass.

"Oh God, Ty. Fuck me. Fuck me," Joe begged.

Tyler pushed Joe down onto his hands and knees and grabbed on. For the next two minutes he proceeded to pound his cock into Joe's ass, using all of his power and stamina to drill him deep. He fucked Joe so hard he knew that Joe's ass cheeks would still be pink for hours after the fuck had ended. Hell, his pelvis probably would be too, but it was more than worth it to hear the sounds of their flesh slapping together mingled with Joe's euphoric screams.

Just when he felt Joe's hole beginning to tighten around his cock, knowing that was a sign that his best friend was about to cum, Tyler pulled out again. He flipped Joe over and pulled his long legs apart, moving into place between them. He held Joe's legs up and positioned his cock back at Joe's hole. He then looked down at Joe's own throbbing cock, lying across his abs, leaking precum like a faucet.

"Do you know how lucky you are?" Tyler asked.

Joe stared up at him, his mouth open, pushing his ass back slightly, trying to get the dick to enter him again.

"Do you know how many people would love to be you right now?" Tyler continued. "How many people want my dick?"

Joe moaned and simply said, "Please."

Tyler smiled and eased his way gently back into Joe's ass as Joe moaned. He pushed all the way in until their bodies were pressed together and he leaned over, putting his arms on either side of Joe's chest, looking down straight into his eyes.

"Oh man, I love fucking you," Tyler smiled as he started up again, steadily moving his cock in and out, not breaking eye contact except for when one of them needed to blink.

Feeling himself start to get closer, Tyler picked up the pace, driving his dick into Joe's ass. "Take my fucking cock, Joe. Oh God, no one takes it like you do."

Those words added to the pleasure Joe was already feeling and he humped his ass up so that Tyler rammed him even harder, even deeper.

"You ready to take your captain's cum?" Tyler gasped.

"Oh fuck yes!" Joe screamed, his eyes lit up and his ass squeezed Tyler's dick.

"Oh you like that?" Tyler smiled, feeling Joe's reaction. He leaned in closer. "Yeah, you're getting fucked by the captain of the football team now, Joe. The quarterback is about to dump his load in you."

"Oh fuck!" Joe screamed. He grabbed his cock, which had begun to spasm between them, and with just three quick strokes he unloaded all over his chest and abs, spraying cum across his body.

Tyler joined Joe in screaming as Joe's ass clamped down on his cock and sent him racing over the edge. He shoved his cock as deep as possible and began to unload, firing shot after shot as far into Joe's ass as he could get.

When the final drop fell from the tip of Tyler's cock, still buried in Joe's ass, he lowered himself onto Joe's chest, smearing the cum between them, and the two lay there until their breathing returned to normal.

Eventually Tyler went soft and slipped from Joe's ass. He rolled onto the bed beside him, wondering what came next.

When Joe didn't immediately get up to leave, Tyler was content to lay beside him, not wanting to say anything to ruin the moment after what was the best orgasm he had had in months and the closest the two had been in what felt like forever.

After nearly three minutes he couldn't take the silence any longer and turned to look at Joe, who was still lying there, still covered in the cum he had shot all over himself, with more now dripping out of his ass.

"Joe?" Tyler said. "Are we good?"

Joe turned his head to look at his best friend. He nodded. "We're good... That was good."

They went back to looking up at the ceiling. Then Joe began to sit up.

"Oh shit..." Joe gasped.

"What?" Tyler asked, sitting up quickly himself.

"I'm fucking covered in cum!" Joe cried. "It's running off me."

Tyler laughed, "That just shows how much you love getting fucked. You can't deny that shit now."

"Yeah well, don't count on me letting you fuck me again anytime soon," Joe grinned.

"I give it a week," Tyler smiled.

Joe flipped him off. "I'm gonna have to go shower now."

"Yeah, my mom and dad can't see you like that," Tyler said.

"What?" Joe exclaimed.

"They'll be home soon," Tyler said.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Joe asked.

"Because I wanted to fuck you," Tyler stated. "And I knew we had time."

"Mother fucker..." Joe shook his head.

"Nah, I'm not interested in your mom, just you. Now get in the shower. You've got to look decent if you're gonna have lunch with us."

"Lunch?" Joe asked.

"Yeah. You're not just gonna fuck and run this time, are you?" Tyler asked.

Joe looked away for a moment. Was he considering it?

"No," he said.

"Good. So do you want to shower alone or do you want your captain to come in there and wash your back?" Tyler asked with a smirk.

Joe looked at him in silence and then began walking towards the door. It was only when he stood in the doorway, with Tyler's cum running down the back of his leg, that he turned around.

"I guess I could use a little help."

Tyler ran after him.

To Be Continued...