They didn't talk on the way back to Max's car, or on the first few minutes of the drive.
Tyler tried to sit still but he felt his thoughts drifting over different parts of his own body, remembering the feeling of being naked together in the hotel room. His toes curled in his shoes as he thought of the rough carpet, and his shoulders flexed as he felt the fabric of his t-shirt. Then he felt his cock twitch at the thought of Max's tongue.
"Are you ok?" Max asked.
Tyler came back to reality and looked over at his friend. They were waiting at a red light and Max had a soft look of concern.
Tyler's eyes drifted to Max's mouth and he quickly turned to look out the front and said, "Yeah, no worries. It was just a bit weird, I think. But I'm fine."
Max forced a smile as the light changed and said, "Ok."
Another awkward silence.
Max gestured to Tyler's chest and said, "You're shirt's on inside out, by the way."
"Oh, ha," said Tyler with a smirk and he pulled it off.
Max tried not to swerve.
Tyler casually pulled the fabric the right way and slipped it back on over his head. The whole motion had happened without fuss and he realized as he adjusted himself that it hadn't been all that scary. With all that had happened he felt suddenly comfortable and safe. And he realized it was because Max was there.
He looked over at his friend.
Max seemed extra-focused on the road, but he glanced over when he realized Tyler was watching him. They smiled.
A little later Tyler waved goodbye to Max from his driveway and he watched the Volvo disappear around the corner as he approached his front door carrying his pants and dress shirt from the night before in a plastic bag.
He only had one foot in the door when he heard his dad's voice from the living room, "Welcome home, ladykiller."
Tyler blushed and quickly kicked off his shoes and shut the door.
His dad emerged from the living room and leaned an elbow on the bannister of the stairs, his feet casually crossed like he was Gene Kelly under a streetlamp. Tyler's dad had the large build of a former football player; he'd been on track for a junior professional career before an injury sent him in a different direction. Tyler always felt scrawny around him.
"So, how'd the date go?" He asked, "You didn't come home, so I'm guessing pretty well?"
With everything that had happened, Tyler had almost forgotten about Pauline. With several hundred dollars in his pocket the steak dinner she'd left him with didn't hurt as much. But the look on his dad's face was so positive, Tyler didn't have the heart to ruin it, so he just shrugged and played the part of the disaffected teenager and said, "It was fun. I went over to Max's after."
His dad smirked and gave him a wink and a slap on the shoulder. He said, "Glad to hear it, bud." And he turned back to the living room and Sports Centre on the TV.
Tyler took his plastic bag upstairs to his room and shut the door behind him. He tossed the bag of clothes near his laundry and looked at himself in the sliding mirror door of his closet.
He pulled the back of the shirt he'd borrowed from Max over his head and off, tossing it on the bed. He traced his thin chest with a finger tip and prodded at his stomach. He was too skinny to have belly fat, but he didn't have a six pack either. The image of Max's sleek torso floated through his mind and he let his fingers slip down over the bulge in his shorts.
He pulled out his phone from one pocket and the thin stack of hundred dollar bills from the other. He counted them out on the table, remembering what earned him each one.
Pulling his shorts open to show his cock.
Kissing Max.
Slipping off Max's shorts and jerking his dick.
And then Max's tongue on his cock. Max had slipped him part of the payment for the blowjob as they left the hotel.
Seeing it all laid out on the desk in front of him it didn't look like a lot of money, and he couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if they had kept going.
Tyler lay down on his bed and rolled over on his side to look at his phone.
In a browser he clicked through to PornHub and looked past the large breasts that popped out of every thumbnail to find the menu bar. He hesitated for a moment, weighing his curiosity against his nervousness, but then he scrolled down to the double Aries symbol and clicked on `Gay'.
Immediately he was shocked by what he saw. A large muscled man crouched over a thick pink dildo half-embedded in his ass, and below that a thumbnail of four young guys, all naked, two of them kissing while the others sucked their dicks. His heart beat faster. More thumbnails of hairy men kissing slim twinks and college guys fucking fleshlights on ratty couches. Tyler felt the pressure of his dick growing against his shorts. He scrolled past titles with words he had never seen before, and he had to reach down to adjust his erection.
Then a particular video caught his eye. The thumbnail was two cocks side by side with the title `Best Friends Experiment'. His heart beat faster. It couldn't be, right?
The video started and two young guys walked into a fake dorm set and sat down beside each other on the bed. Tyler sighed in relief.
The boys were thin, with nice haircuts and clean clothes. They said something that Tyler couldn't hear as he had kept the sound muted in case his parents walked by his door. But then, with no hesitation, the boys started making out. Immediately their hands were slipping under each other's shirts and a moment later they had pulled them off to continue making out half-naked.
Tyler flexed his hips, pushing his cock against the palm of his hand as he let himself get carried away in the video and the sense memory of making out with Max.
As the boys undressed each other and started to jerk their hard dicks, Tyler thought of Max's cock in his hand. Then one of the boys in the video leaned over and devoured his friend's dick. He ran his lips rapidly up and down the shaft, pausing only for moments to jerk it and lick the head, and the feeling of Max's tongue on his cock flooded Tyler's senses.
The actors were both breathing heavily in that fake porn way, but the way they moved had such passion and eagerness that Tyler felt himself believing it. Maybe they really were friends? Maybe they had gotten into porn together because of a stranger offering money, and now they could enjoy each other and get paid for it?
The idea was enticing.
The boys rotated their bodies so they could suck each other's dicks at the same time and suddenly Tyler understood the term `69' in a whole new way. He fucked his hand and felt the moisture of his precum leaking out on his palm. He rubbed it around the head of his cock and enjoyed the slick frictionless movement as he admitted to himself he was extremely turned on. He wrapped his fingers around himself and started to jerk off.
As he watched the boys suck each other, running their hands over their naked bodies, exploring with their fingertips into dark crevasses, Tyler imagined Max sitting naked in front of him, his tongue out, licking the tip of Tyler's cock.
He remembered the warmth of Max's body as they made out in the courtyard, and the way the light caught the curve of his bare shoulders in the morning by the coffee maker.
Tyler moaned and dropped the phone beside him as he aimed his cock to his naked chest and watched as a jet of cum streaked across his smooth skin up to his neck, harder than it ever had before. The cum came in waves, built up from a day of sexual teasing, and he had to catch some with his hand before it rolled off his abs onto the bed sheets.
In the afterglow Tyler continued to think about Max and how much he wanted to do more with him. There would be time to think about labels later. For now, like David had said, they were young, and it was natural to try new things.
As the cum started to cool on his stomach, Tyler wondered if Max was busy or if he'd be up for getting together again. He had said his parents were away this weekend, so maybe they could continue where they left off, but this time without David. He hoped he would say yes.
But before he could reach for his phone his mother's voice called out to him from the front door, "Ty! Can you help me with the groceries, please?"
He sighed and reached for his cumrag.
The rest of the day was a flurry of chores and preparation. Tyler had agreed to help his mom organize a bunch of baking and event materials for a charity auction she was hosting Monday night. By the time they'd eaten a quick dinner and he was able to return to the solitude of his room he was exhausted and went straight to sleep.
SUNDAY
His phone buzzed.
Tyler dragged himself into consciousness and blinked. He'd forgotten to close the curtains and the Sunday morning light cut across his face.
His phone buzzed again and his heart leapt at the thought it might be a text from Max, so he grabbed his phone.
It was from Pauline. He opened it.
She'd sent a link with the message: I knew I made the right choice.
He clicked the link.
It opened in a browser window on a sketchy-looking porn site Tyler had never seen before. The video title was `Cocktease boys makeout' from a channel called "Boyhunter" with a thumbnail of him and Max, naked, stroking each other's cocks.
His phone buzzed with another message from Pauline: ugly faggot.
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