Whenever Tyler Wants Him
- The Beginning
Tyler was one of those 17-year-olds whose parents' mixed heritage had endowed him with incredible good looks, 6'2" of a well-toned body, an insatiable libido and a cock that wouldn't quit. He was a bit of a jock, athletic but not competitively so. If physical fitness gave you added stamina during sex that might have explained a few things. Tyler was well liked by everyone in school and didn't really belong to any particular clique. He was admired, or lusted after, by girls and boys alike and his easygoing and friendly demeanour with both sexes gave away little as to his personal preference. He himself didn't care too much about labels and felt comfortable sticking to some basic principles: When he liked someone, it didn't matter whether they were male or female. He felt attracted to both. And when he needed to relieve his ever rampant sex drive, he was happy to find that relief wherever it was presently available, so long as it was on his terms. He'd slept with quite a number of people, classmates, kids at after school clubs, at summer camp, in his neighbourhood. One thing he did not care for was romantic attachment. Too complicated, too tedious. The other things was that he wanted to be in charge. If ever there was such a thing as a 'top,' Tyler was it.
Brandon was 15 going on 16 when he started hanging out at the school gym after class. It wasn't like he needed to work out: Having shot to 6ft at age 13, he had since built up a nicely proportioned body. He liked exercise fine but the real reason for his hanging out at the gym was Tyler: He'd been infatuated with the boy for some time and his curiosity had pushed him to try to get closer. Brandon had known he was gay for some time and he'd messed around with a boy who lived across the street from him. But never with anyone in school, and he wasn't officially `out' either.
Brandon figured out quickly that Tyler liked to take a long shower after working out. Conveniently, the locker room and showers were fairly abandoned in the afternoon, most kids preferring to get home and shower there. Brandon didn't mind how cliché it was to spy on a boy in the showers. He got way too much excitement out of seeing Tyler's wet body glistening, water rippling down his toned abs and to his impressive cock, dripping off in heavy drops. Like any 15-year-old, Brandon had a hard-on pretty much constantly anyway, but seeing Tyler shower always nearly pushed him to orgasm just by watching.
In all his excitement, he must have become a little careless: One day, he was all excited and drooling after Tyler nearing the end of a long shower, when the guy suddenly looked in his direction and said, "Like what you're seeing?". Brandon had been spotted. Quite calmly, perhaps with a sly smile on his face, Tyler towelled off and then approached Brandon, who had somewhat nervously stepped out from his poorly concealed hiding place. His pulsing erection was highly apparent in his gym shorts and Tyler obviously saw it right away. His large exposed cock remained indifferent for now.
Brandon introduced himself (as if he had to!) and Tyler responded meekly with his name. "So you like watching me shower, huh?" -- What was there to say? Brandon just shrug his shoulders. He did not expect what happened next. "Let me see you cock," Brandon said, "Take off those shorts." Brandon felt suddenly nervous. What if someone walked in on them? Tyler must have read his thoughts: "Have you ever seen anyone walk in here this late in the afternoon It's only me and the little perv who likes to watch me shower." And he sported that sly smile again. Going one step further, he approached and pulled down Brandon's shorts for him. The boy's hard cock, a fairly sizeable one at that, sprung free from its constraints.
Tyler liked what he was seeing, his cock waking him and growing increasingly engorged. "Turn around," he ordered Brandon, who readily complied. Tyler squeezed Brandon'd butt as if he were assessing a piece of meat. Which, basically, he was doing. Next, he pulled the T-shirt of Brandon's torso, leaving both boy's fully naked in the locker room, hard-ons protruding.
Tyler motioned Brandon toward's a bench. "Spread your legs and bend over." Brandon wasn't sure whether to be excited or scarred. What did Tyler have in mind? Still, he obediently spread his feet a little more that hip width apart, bend forward and propped himself with outstretched arms on the back rest of the bench. Tyler closed in on him from behind, and he could feel the heat coming off of the stud's body, and his large erect cock touched his butt. Things moved swiftly from here. "Wet these!"-- Tyler gently push his index finger into Brandon's mouth, then his middle finger also. Brandon understood what he had to do: Get these fingers as wet as possible if he knew what was good for him. Tyler's fingers sufficiently moistened, he retrieved them from Brandon's mouth and went down to business. Parting Brandon's ass cheeks, he first caressed his hole with the wet index finger, then applied pressure and preceded to penetrate. Soon he added the middle finger and with both digits proceeded to loosening up Brandon's sphincter. Tyler enjoyed how tight this boy was but also was pleased that this hole started to relax at his expert touch. Brandon had never been fucked before but he sure had fantasised about it. He happily let Tyler work on him and the feeling was much more pleasant that he had expected. He started stroking his cock to amplify his pleasure when Tyler chided, "Don't touch yourself!" And Brandon obeyed, somehow excited to be ordered to withhold himself the pleasure.
"I'm going to enter you now. Try not to scream or anything. I won't hurt you." -- And with that, precum shiny on the tip, adding extra lubricant for the entry, Tyler penetrated Brandon with his large teenage cock. Brandon wanted to scream, not with pain but with joy. The sensation of Tyler cock gliding into his asshole was incredible. Brandon started in slow deliberate movement, pulling almost all the way out, then back in again, deeper and deeper. He held Brandon by his hips to get leverage. Increasing his speed, he worked himself into a sweat. Brandon moaned quietly, getting fucked by the hot stud he'd been lusting after for so long. His untouched hard cock started dripping premium to the floor. He wanted to touch himself so bad-- or, ever better, for Tyler to touch him. No such luck.
After a few minutes--Tyler liked his gratification to be hot, hard and quick-- Tyler shoved his cock one last time deep and hard into Brandon. And then he came, breathing heavily and flexing his toned abs with every shot of cum, shooting deep into Brandon. Then he pulled out, gave Brandon a tussle of his hair (as if petting a dog!) and stepped back. Brandon took a moment to upright himself and then turned around to face Tyler. He was in bliss after the treatment he'd just received, his legs weak after the experience. His cock was still achingly hard and throbbing. Tyler saw this, of course, and said, "Here's what will happen. I'm not taking care of that cock. You go and jerk off on your own. Send me a photo of your cum shot. Where's your phone?" Brandon went over to his hidden backpack in the corner and retrieved it. Tyler punched in a number. "That's my number. Send me that pic. Then I'll have your number. -- Did you enjoy that just now?" Brandon nodded, almost enthusiastically. "Good. I did too. I'll be in touch. Now get out of here, you perv, and I'll see you soon!" (He winked when he said that last sentence).
Tyler headed back into the shower to wash off. Brandon, weak-kneed, put on his gym kit and headed to the toilets. By the time Tyler had finished his shower, dressed and then checked his messages, Brandon had already sent him his cumshot pic. Two cumshots in fact, just five minutes apart. The third message read "Thank you!"
Tyler grinned at that. He'd found himself a willing subject, it seemed, and now he had Brandon's number to summon him whenever he wanted...
To be continued.