Let's Make a Deal: Chapter 2 The Sequel

by MattyTanner

What comes next after best bros' sex-filled camping trip?

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If you are reading this, hopefully you are already up to speed with the events of my first story, "Let's Make a Deal," in which I chronicled the mostly true story of the hottest sexual experience of my life. If you haven't, please go back and read about the camping trip turned sex-fest with my hunk of a best friend who I had secretly lusted after for years, before going any further.
 
For those of you who have already read about all that, I'm assuming you are here for some closure from the little cliffhanger I left you with. Hopefully this satisfies.

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So when I left off, Tyler and I had come home from our camping week and gone back to work and the real world. Me, a manager at a shitty retail chain, dangerously close to hitting the 30 mark. And Tyler, an employee at same said shitty retail chain, still comfortably in the middle of his twenties. For a few weeks things had seemed awkward between us. We weren't avoiding each other or anything at work, but we also weren't really connecting and hanging out outside of work like we used to.
 
Until our schedules seemed to finally align, and we agreed to one of our usual hang out sessions on a night when we were both off work the following day. As you may recall from where I'd left off, I vowed to confront Tyler about our sex-fueled bro-trip that we had previously agreed to never talk about again. Mainly, I was going to call Tyler out on a certain kiss that we had shared on that trip. A kiss that was initiated by him, in a moment that seemed somehow different from the testosterone filled fucking of the rest of that trip.
 
Well, to make a long story short, Tyler came over that night, we hung out in my parent's basement watching weird Youtube videos and drinking, and then I called Tyler out on that kiss. He broke down and admitted that it had meant something to him as well, and we fucked like animals on the basement couch. The end.
 
Okay, so it actually didn't go anything like that, because, unfortunately, that's not how life works. Or usually not my life anyway.
 
In actuality, he came over, we hung out in my parent's basement and watched weird Youtube videos and drank, and I was too much of a pussy to bring up anything about that kiss or that camping trip. We sat on the same couch, and I kept hoping Tyler would get drunk enough to initiate some asinine deal, like the one he'd originally proposed at my family's cabin that had led to all the sex and shenanigans. But drink after drink, the topic never came up.
 
In fact, very late into the night, Tyler hit me with a bombshell of a different kind. Suddenly, out of the blue, he just casually dropped the "G" word on me. Yeah, out of nowhere, Tyler started talking about a girlfriend. Apparently, he'd been texting with a pretty little new girl at work for some time, and right after we got back from our guy's trip, they'd gone out and were now dating.
 
Inside, I immediately felt crushed with a mix of confusion and jealousy. Outside, I think I responded to the news by saying "cool cool cool cool cool" way too many times in a row. We drank a little more, I got a little sloppy and I think started whining that we'd probably never hang out anymore now that he had a girl. He assured me that we would always be best bros. I think the cliched "Bros before hoes" phrase was even thrown around.
 
And for the most part, Tyler didn't lie. In the weeks and months to come after, we did remain best friends. Sure we didn't hang out as frequently. There were days when I'd get my heart set on doing something with my best friend, only to hear he already had plans with Rachel. I'd get disproportionately depressed on these occasions, but Tyler would always make up for it and hang out with me another day.
 
But things never stay the same forever. Eventually, I was called upon to transfer and manage a different location. So Tyler and I no longer worked at the same store.
 
We still hung out, but it became harder and harder to coordinate the time to do it in. Meanwhile, I was getting lonely. I'd tell myself I just needed to find a girl of my own, but then I'd talk myself out of it, convincing myself that no respectable girl would want to be involved with a recently turned 30 year old who still lived with his parents.
 
So I took the obvious next step from that, and turned to craigslist hookups. I'd still tell myself I needed to find a girlfriend, but there was no fooling myself about who I was looking to replace with these hookups.
 
I created a new secret email identity, and only agreed to meet guys at their places and other locations. I obviously couldn't be inviting strange men back to my parents house.
 
Yeah, you heard me right. I was looking for hookups with other guys. I was trying to chase those feelings I'd gotten with Tyler. It didn't make complete sense to me, but I'd find myself doing it anyway. To some very interesting results.
 
The first couple of times I chickened out and bailed. A few times, I could see the guy I was supposed to meet from a distance, see that he was nothing like he'd described or how he looked in his pictures, and I'd turn around and go home. Other times I was convinced the guy would have that same reaction upon seeing me. I mean, I tried to provide pictures that accurately represented myself, but of course I picked ones where I was a few years younger.
 
One of the first guys I actually followed through with seemed promising at first. We agreed to meet up at the food court in the mall, and I was actually really nervous that he was expecting for us to go off and hook up in one of the bathrooms or something. Instead, we sat there and had some casual, if a little awkward, conversation. We seemed to have some things in common as far as music and movies and things were concerned. We were about the same age, and you could say he was kind of cute, in a dorky kind of way, not unlike myself. His name was Jason, and he came off as maybe being as nervous as I was. That was okay, but i definitely needed him to make the first move here or we'd be sitting in the food court talking about Game of Thrones all night, if it were up to me to take charge.
 
"Sooo... Did you want to go back to my place or yours?" He finally asked, not exactly making direct eye contact.
 
"Your place!" I blurted out, probably a bit too quickly. He looked a little surprised at my outburst. "Sorry," I continued, "It's just, I'm kind of living with my parents at the moment."
 
I felt my cheeks get hot at the admission. Idiot! Why would I tell him that? Then again, why not? I wasn't looking for a long-term relationship or anything here. The goal here was a hookup. A quick fuck to get my mind off of the last sex of any kind I'd had, some six months ago by now, with Tyler.
 
"Oh, that's cool. My place it is then." Jason responded. I was silently grateful that he didn't have a comment about my current living arrangements.
 
I followed him in my own vehicle back to his place. A duplex in a decent, pretty quiet neighborhood.
 
"Nice place." I offered up awkwardly as I followed him up the sidewalk to the front door. "Any roommates or anything?"
 
"Nope, just me and my cat, Binks."
 
A Hocus Pocus reference? Cool. I didn't want to be a dork and ask. I followed him in. He offered a drink, which I accepted, and he went off to make them while I sat on the couch in the living room. While he was gone, I took a look around. Nothing screamed serial killer or anything, which was good. He had some emo band posters on the wall that I actually recognized.
 
Jason put on some music and I guzzled down my drink probably quicker than is polite while he sat next to me, like right next to me, on the couch. God I was so bad at this, and this was awkward.
 
Again, Jason came to the rescue, as I felt his hand on my thigh. "So... do you want me to suck your cock first or...?" He asked. He sounded almost as awkward as I felt, but God bless him for actually getting it out.
 
His hand began inching up my thigh towards my lap as I suddenly had something caught in my throat. I cleared it before croaking out a response, "I have to get... I mean I'm not even... you know... yet?" I stammered out like a nervous middle-schooler on his first date, nodding down in the direction of my crotch.
 
"That's okay, maybe I can help you with that." He responded.
 
I had no comeback to that, and so I let Jason fumble with my belt buckle and fly of my jeans. Why had I worn a belt and jeans anyway? I knew what this meetup was for, I should have gone with sweat pants, something easy to yank on and off.
 
After some more fumbling, Jason got inside my pants, only to find me wearing boxer briefs, with no easy access opening to my junk. I had to lift my hips off the couch momentarily for Jason to yank both pants and underwear down past my knees, exposing my lower half in all it's half-chub glory. At least I'd had the presence of mind to do some trimming down there, leaving only a short stubble rather than the wiry bush that my half flaccid dick usually came poking out of.
 
I was mortified to be exposed like this in front of a practical stranger. I wasn't even hard yet. I wouldn't call myself gifted down there, or anything, but I at least looked respectable with a boner.
 
Thankfully, Jason didn't giggle or scoff or anything. Instead, he took me in his hand and started slowly rubbing it around in his palm and between his fingers, cupping and caressing my balls and trying to stroke some life into my cock. I decided not to watch and instead tilted my head back on the couch and closed my eyes. A few moments later I sensed Jason shifting on the couch next to me, and felt his lips on the head of my slowly growing cock.
 
It was the first blow job I'd ever gotten from another dude. And honestly, Jason seemed to know what he was doing as he slowly worked his lips up and down my shaft, flicking his tongue around every so often, stroking with one hand, and cupping my balls in the other. I felt myself growing harder and harder despite my nervousness.
 
Odd as it sounds, With my head tilted back and eyes closed, I found myself not thinking about Jason, or anyone else for that matter, sucking my dick. Instead, I found myself remembering the times I had sucked Tyler's dick. Somehow, I was getting off on thinking about the pleasure Tyler must have felt similar to the pleasure I was feeling with Jason's mouth on my cock.
 
Whatever weird reversal of thoughts were swirling in my head had gotten me rock hard. Jason pulled his head out of my lap with a wet plop and then I heard his panting voice next to me.
 
"I've got some lube and condoms if you want to do me in the ass with that hard cock?"
 
My eyes shot open. Woah! What? That's not how I was hoping this would go down. If I was chasing those feelings I'd had with Tyler at the cabin, then this was all somehow going the wrong way. It was like I was hooking up with another me, rather than a Tyler, if that made sense? Clearly I had not read the terms of our hookup carefully enough.
 
I scrambled in my brain to find a way out of this. I already felt my hard-on starting to lose some of it's stiffness as my nervousness hit me all over again. I wasn't Tyler. I didn't know the first thing about giving a guy's ass a good pounding. It was my ass that was supposed to be taking the pounding.
 
I decided on a plan, and before I could second guess myself, I was at Jason's crotch with my hands, fiddling with the draw strings of his pants while I blurted out, "Let me get a suck on your dick first!" Umm... that didn't come out right, did it? What was I saying, 'get a suck on your dick?' That wasn't a thing people said.
 
Whatever I said, Jason seemed to buy it as he helped me yank his pants down out of the way, revealing his already hard cock in the center of a tight little bush of pubic hair. He was actually longer and thicker than I was anticipating and I almost blurted out a compliment on the size, but stopped myself from saying something else idiotic.
 
With thoughts swirling in my head, wondering if I still knew how to do this, I lowered my face down into Jason's lap and took him into my mouth. Damn, he actually was pretty thick. I felt my jaw stretching to fit him in. I heard him let out a content sigh up above me as I let instinct take over and I began going to work on his cock with my mouth.
 
Bobbing my head up and down, working up as much saliva as I could to get him nice and slick, stroking up from the base of his shaft as I lowered my lips down from the head, I did my best to give him the kind of blow job that had seemed to drive Tyler over the edge.
 
For Jason's part, he remained slumped on the couch with my head bobbing up and down in his lap. I could hear him panting and sighing above me, but he kept his hands to his sides.
 
I thought back to the times I'd blown Tyler at the cabin. His hands would always find their way to the back of my head, forcing himself further into my mouth as he humped his hips into me, face fucking me until his cock was gagging me and sliding into my throat.
 
I longed for Jason to take that kind of control of me, but he left me in control. I could still tell by his soft moans and sighs that he was enjoying it. I needed him to enjoy it even more. I needed to get him off and satisfied to avoid having to try to fuck his ass.
 
Taking my hand away from the base of his shaft, I started bobbing my head down further, gagging myself a few times as his thick cock reached my tonsils. Steeling myself, thinking back to when I had Tyler down my throat, I took Jason all the way in, burying him down my throat, nearly gagging as my nose pressed into his pubes. Up and down my head went, deep-throating him in and out as he began to moan and groan louder, squirming his hips around on the couch.
 
"Easy there man, you're gonna make me blow already," Jason warned.
 
That was the idea, buddy. Instead of easing up, I went faster, bobbing up and down, my nose jamming into his pelvis each time I swallowed him. I was making a slobbery mess in his lap. Jason was absentmindedly rubbing his hands into the fabric of the couch cushions on either side of him, squirming around frantically now in his seat.
 
"Uh! Uh! Uh! watch it, I'm gonna cum, man! I'm gonna cum!"
 
He was polite enough to give me the warning, and I felt his last second panicked attempt to draw his hips away from me to pull out. But by this time I was fully engrossed in the blow job. In my mind it was Tyler's cock in my mouth, not Jason's, and I wanted to taste his cum down my throat again. I grabbed the slobbery base of his cock before he could pull away and out of my my mouth. Meanwhile, I frantically bobbed and twisted my head, my lowering lips meeting my raising fist in the middle of his shaft each time.
 
Jason surrendered his squirming attempt at escape, went rigid, and with a grunt I felt my mouth filling with his hot cum. I milked and sucked every drop that I could out of him and let it slide down my throat before pulling my head out of his lap and gasping a breath while wiping a forearm across my messy mouth and chin.
 
Jason sat slumped back into the couch with a slightly comical euphoric look on his face. His slick impressive hard-on was already deflating in his lap. For my part, I was already standing up and pulling up my underwear and jeans, stuffing my softening junk back in and zipping up while Jason attempted to recover on the couch.
 
"Wow, that was great, thank you." I offered. Was that right? Should I be thanking the guy for blowing his load down my throat? It seemed like the polite thing to do anyway.
 
"Wait- where are you going? We don't have to be done yet-" Jason seemed confused, finally losing the post-orgasm glaze in his eyes. He attempted to stand up, but with his sweats bunched up around his ankles, he almost tripped and fell. As he righted himself, I started for the door.
 
"Yeah, it's getting late, I should get going. But really, thank you," I made it to the door, "You have a lovely home." Okay, now that sounded really awkward.
 
And then I was gone. My heart finally stopped racing by the time I'd driven home. I went straight to bed, where, obviously, I furiously masturbated into a crusty old pair of underwear that I kept balled up under my bed like every grown adult. Cute as he might have been in his own right, it wasn't Jason I thought about as I stroked myself silly. It was Tyler and his sometimes ridiculous verbal abuse that he spouted while I had sucked him or he'd fucked me that I thought about while I blew my load into my cum-briefs.
 
That proved to be enough sexual adventuring for me. When I checked my secret hookup account, I saw I had an email from Jason. He wanted to know what had happened, was apologetic about anything he had done wrong. He wanted to possibly meet up again. I had to chuckle, because it was such a 'Me' thing to do. I actually started composing a response. I wanted to explain that he was great, that it wasn't him it was me. Ultimately I deleted it and decided it'd probably be best to just leave him alone, rather than fucking with his head any further. We were clearly too similar. Hooking up with him was like hooking up with myself, which was a really weird feeling to wrap my head around.
 
I thought my brief foray into anonymous hook-ups was over. All it took was one night of me sitting at home wanting to hang out with Tyler, only to see pictures of him and Rachel happily hanging together on his Snapchat for me to decide to give it another try.
 
Before I jumped back in, I decided to do a little more internet research into the lingo involved, so that I hopefully didn't end up trying to hookup with another mirror version of me when that wasn't what I was looking for. I learned all about m4m, top and bottom, sub and dom, ISO, NSA, DDF, as well as more specific, and stranger things such as ABR (don't ask).
 
Armed with more knowledge, I went back at it. Eventually, I stumbled upon Colton. Through a few back and forth emails I learned that Colton was a dominant younger fit guy. It was obvious from all the pictures he shared of himself posing and flexing with his shirt off that he was really into showing off his fitness. I had to admit, if the pictures were actually of him, he was maybe in even better shape than Tyler. A fact that sent a certain thrill through me. Colton also seemed to be into, or at least not care that, I was a good 8 or so years older than him and not nearly in as good of shape.
 
After a few more messages back and forth, in which time I learned all about his workout and dieting regimen, we had agreed on plans to meet up. Colton was a senior at a nearby college and shared an off-campus apartment with a roommate whom he assured me had gone home to visit his family for the weekend.
 
After calming myself down numerous times, and having a few drinks, I worked up the nerve to head over there and meet him.
 
He answered the door in a skin tight sleeveless Under Armor top and gym short shorts. His pictures were indeed an accurate portrayal of himself. He was every bit of muscled, square jawed, college jock as advertised. My heart rate instantly elevated. The main room of his apartment was littered with various weights, work out gear, and tubs of protein powder. He had a few posters of extremely jacked and oiled up body builders posing in little speedos hanging on the wall, I assume for inspiration and future goals. On another wall was mounted a full length mirror.
 
Colton took a swig of a thick chalky liquid out of a protein shake bottle and asked if I wanted one. I declined. He offered me a vitamin water instead, which I accepted. I stood there awkwardly in the middle of a small living room that looked more like a gym, with one uncomfortable looking couch against one wall and a workout bench in front of it in place of a coffee table. Various weights and dumbbells were scattered around it on the floor and gathered on a rack against the other wall.

 

 

He brought back my vitamin water and motioned for me to have a seat on the barely padded bench that passed for a couch.

 

"Have a seat, bro. I just have a few more sets to finish up real quick." he declared.

 

So I sat down as he proceeded to pick up one of the bars loaded with weights and do squats with it. I watched as he grunted and breathed through a couple of sets, muscles flexing under his tight clothes.

 

He set the weights down on a rack at the head of the workout bench and then proceeded to pull off his sleeveless Under Armour shirt. I stared fascinated as he revealed sweat-glistened rippling upper-body muscles, pulling the shirt over his head in what I suspected was purposefully slow motion. He then sprawled out on his back down on the workout bench under the heavily weighted bar he'd just racked.

 

"How bout giving me a spot, bro?" He asked. Or maybe he ordered? Either way I jumped up out of my seat and went to the head of the bench. I positioned my hands where I thought they should go and, I guess, helped him lift the heavy weight up out of it's rack and lower it down to his broad, defined chest. In actuality, I don't think I really helped at all, and I know for sure i wouldn't have been able to lift the weight on my own. I had never spotted anyone lifting before, and had to rely on what I'd seen spotters do on television and in movies as Colton began pressing the bar up and down.

 

I guess he must have been keeping count, but I was practically mesmerized watching him go, chiseled chest rising and falling, bulging arms flexing. I had often fantasized about what Tyler must look like as he worked out, although I had never actually accompanied him to the gym. If it was anything like this, I'd have to start going with him, if just for moral support.

 

By the end of his sets, Colton was even sweatier than when he'd started, and there was less room in the front of my sweatpants. Even with my crotch hovering over his face while he lifted, Colton seemed to take no notice of the growing hard-on in my pants. I took note of the faint outline of his soft cock in his tight little gym shorts.

 

Finally finished, Colton re-racked the weight with no real help from me, and I took a step back and he sat up on the bench, barely even panting. He sat there, I swear in a pose to show off a bulging bicep. Rather than looking at me, he was looking at himself in the full length mirror on the wall across from the bench.

 

"Such a good pump, bro. Look at that bicep."

 

He turned slightly and straightened out his arm at his side, causing the muscle to flex even further.

 

"You like that huge bicep, bro?" He asked.

 

It took me a second to realize he was talking to me. I cleared out the sudden frog in my throat.

 

"Ehrm.. Yeah, man. It's... nice." I commented. It really was impressive looking, but I still felt weird having to compliment it out loud.

 

"Grab my phone there, and snap some pictures of me while I'm swol, bro." He ordered.

 

Weird, but okay. I grabbed his phone off a small end table and discovered his wallpaper background was a picture of himself shirtless and flexing at the beach. I opened the camera app and started snapping pictures.

 

Colton would shift around on the bench, flex a different muscle and tell me to take another shot. Part way through this impromptu photo shoot, he pulled out a squeeze bottle of some kind of clear oil under the bench and began rubbing it into his own taught skin; over bulging arms, chiseled pecs, and rippled abs. All the while he instructed me to snap this picture and that picture.

 

I noticed, but didn't mention, as Colton shifted around on the bench and stood up, moving around to get the perfect pose of his oiled up body, that he was now sporting a little tent in the front of his gym shorts.

 

"You wanna get some shots of this jacked back, dude?" He asked.

 

"Sure?" I replied.

 

"Gotta get it oiled up first." He tossed the bottle of oil at me, I fumbled to catch it with his phone in my hand. He turned his back to me. "Oil up my back, bro." He ordered.

 

I set his phone aside and oiled up my hands as I stepped forward. I started at his broad shoulders, rubbing my hands over the tight skin and down over the defined muscles of his back while he flexed.

 

"Aaaaah yeah, you like that back, dude?" He asked. I didn't know if he was being rhetorical or if he expected answers, so I did just to be on the safe side.

 

"Yeah." I replied, rubbing my oiled hand up the defined valley that ran up the middle of the small of his back.

 

"Yeah I bet you like it. I bet you wish you had a back like that."

 

Not knowing what else to say on the subject of his jacked back, I continued rubbing the oil into every nook and cranny.

 

"I bet you want to see my glutes. I bet they're nice and swol after those squats."

 

Wait, glutes meant ass, right? Yeah, actually I was interested in getting a look at that bubble butt inside those gym shorts.

 

"Do you want to see my glutes or what?" Colton repeated, sounding a little miffed at my silence.

 

I cleared my throat. "Uh, yeah I do..."

 

He reached down behind him and slowly pulled down the back of his shorts, revealing the most gloriously tight round bubble butt I'd ever seen in person. There was no hair and no tan line and my mind instantly pictured Colton laid out tanning in the nude.

 

"How do you like those glutes?"

 

I knew better now than to leave the question unanswered.

 

"Yeah, it's real nice." I offered.

 

"Nice? That ass is fucking glorious, dude." He countered, sounding slightly hurt.

 

"You're right, it is pretty glorious." I agreed.

 

"It's tight from all those squats, man. Rub some oil into it dude. I bet you want to rub all over those glutes."

 

I couldn't argue with that, and squirted some more oil into my hands before going to work on those glorious cheeks. I focused on one cheek, and then the other. Daring even to swipe an oiled palm between them down through his crack. Colton sighed and watched me squatted down behind him massaging his ass through the mirror in front of him.

 

"Yeah I bet you like that. I bet you want glutes like that." He hissed.

 

What I wanted to do was part those tight cheeks and bury my face in his ass, but I didn't dare do it without Colton's permission, and I was afraid to ask.

 

Eventually he asked if I wanted to rub down his front. I choked out some sort of response in the affirmative, and Colton lay down on his back on the workout bench. I got on my knees beside the bench and worked more oil between my hands.

 

With a painful erection trapped in my pants, I proceeded to kneed and massage oil into any and every rippled muscle that Colton instructed me to.

 

He ordered my hands over traps and pecs, thighs and calfs. All the while I tried to not too noticeably stare at the tent pitched in the crotch of his gym shorts, which were still hiked low in the back from the glute rubbing, but were pulled up just enough to hide the prize in front. They rode low enough, however, to show off a tantalizing V at his pelvis, and to make it all but certain that he was shaved as hairless in the front as his back and ass were.

 

Eventually patience paid off as Colton ordered me next to massage his abs. I took the opportunity to rub oil into each ridge of his impressive 8-pack, and then dared to go even lower down his waist, rubbing hands slowly back and forth in the valleys of that mesmerizing V.

 

Colton groaned out his satisfaction, all the while his head turned away on the bench, watching his own rubdown through the mirror.

 

"Yeah, you like that Adonis Belt, bro? I bet you wish you had one like that." He taunted. I had never heard the term before, but guessed that it was the name for the V. In response I rubbed my hands up and down each side slowly and with more pressure.

 

Colton let out a breath, and mine caught in my throat as he reached down below my massaging hands and into his own shorts, finally pulling out his erection.

 

He was, indeed, shaved hairless down there. My hands froze where they were pressed into his lower-midsection and I watched fascinated as he began rubbing his own cock, pushing the waistband of his shorts down below his balls with one hand and stroking up and down the shaft with the other. He was not as huge as I would have imagined in my own fantasies, but he had a cute little cut and slightly curved cock with a proud, beet-red head at the top.

 

"Keep rubbing my muscles, dude. Don't fucking stop. I know you don't want to stop rubbing this body."

 

Snapped out of my trance, I began my rubdown again with renewed vigor. Putting more pressure into it, I went back over his chest and shoulders and abs, all the while keeping an eye firmly on the admirable work Colton was doing on his own crotch.

 

I was just biding my time, patiently waiting for my invitation to join in on the fun in his lap. Eventually he pushed his shorts further out of the way and reached up and firmly pulled one of my hands off of his chest and forcefully yanked it down to his crotch. I eagerly wrapped my oiled up palm around his smooth shaft and, with his meaty hand wrapped over mine, we began stroking him together with him controlling the pace.

 

"Yeah, that's it, rub my body, bro..." He continued his demands through deeper and deeper breaths. I tried hard to continue to kneed and massage his oiled muscles with one hand, and aid in masturbating him with the other. He watched it all, eyes transfixed to the mirrored wall.

 

"Fuck yeah, rub those muscles... Tell me how much you love this body... You wish you had a fucking body like this, don't you?"

 

"Yeah, I wish I had your fucking body..." I offered, sensing he craved a verbal response. In my head I thought that more accurately, I wished I had his body on top of mine, humping in and out of me.

 

"Aaaah yeah rub me... rub those fucking muscles bro... uhhhh I'm going to blow, dude! I'm gonna blow my load. Uhh I'm gonna blow a load all over my fucking body... Fuck look at my muscles fucking flex when I cuuuuum-"

 

Colton still had my hand in a vice grip locked beneath his on his oiled up shaft and was forcing me to stroke him at a lightning pace. As he let out a final groan his body went rigid and I watched as his lubed up muscles indeed flexed and he began spurting his seed from his purple swollen head. Four globby streams shot out and landed first on his taut neck, then on his chiseled pecs, his sternum and then finally on his rigid abs. Another lazy spurt hit his hand and mine wrapped beneath. He pulled my hand and his up the shaft, milking out one last blob.

 

As he sat up glistening, but barely out of breath on the bench, I came back to reality and realized I was the one panting, still in my shirt with a hard dick still caught up in my sweatpants.

 

Colton stood and, I swear, stared at his oil and cum sheened body in the full-length mirror for a good silent 30 seconds before saying anything.

 

"Well, bro, I'm gonna shower off. You can come in the bathroom and watch while you take care of yourself down there, if you want," he offered, matter-of-factually.

 

What followed was an awkward 10 minutes where I went with Colton into his bathroom as he got into a glass shower stall and left the door open while I sat on the toilet across from the stall and watched.

 

He got the shower running and proceeded to soap himself up and rub himself down while I pulled my aching erection out of my pants and shamefully beat myself off and he seemed to not even notice I was still there. As I watched him carefully rub himself clean and jerked myself off, I honestly came before he was even finished showering. I politely tried to cum as neatly as I could into a ball of toilet paper that I tossed into a nearby wastebasket.

 

I left soon after. Colton saw me to the door and thanked me for coming over, giving me a few quick tips and pointers on where to start if I ever wanted to be as fit and jacked as him.

 

And that is how I learned what 'Muscle Worship' meant. Apparently I'd missed that definition when I was reading up on craigslist hookup lingo.

 

The experience turned me off on the whole anonymous hook up thing. My interactions with strangers had always been awkward, and it always seemed to take me months to get to know and open up to people. That was why I had so few close friends. It obviously translated into my sex life more than I'd wanted to admit.

 

I was trying to find a quick substitute for my feelings and experiences with Tyler, but I was really just kidding myself. The closest thing I'd got was a self-obsessed fitness freak that was like Tyler turned up to eleven, but also devoid of all the other fun, oddball idiosyncrasies that made Tyler, well, Tyler.

 

I was clearly wasting my time. I knew I couldn't have Tyler in the way that I wanted. I also knew the other part of me, the part that felt like I really just needed to find a girlfriend of my own and move on, never stood a chance of reaching that goal either if I continued living in my parents basement.

 

I gave up on the anonymous hookups, put my head down and started looking for my own place.

 

It took awhile, and somewhere during the process it became apparent that if I wanted to have any money left over at the end of every month after I'd bought a home, then I'd be better off renting out a room to someone to offset the mortgage cost. Well, I wouldn't be renting out a room to just anyone. I'd rent out a room to my best friend, Tyler.

 

So after a solid few months of searching, I found a decent 2 bedroom fixer upper that was definitely still livable, in a quieter more private neighborhood a bit further out from the city, and suddenly I was a homeowner. A homeowner with a best friend who I had previously hooked up with for one wild weekend a summer ago, who I secretly still kind of obsessed over, for a roommate.

 

But, I make it sound more dramatic than it actually was. Our best friendship had already survived it. We'd already gone years before that with my weird, I thought hidden, man-crush on Tyler. It could continue to survive now that we lived together, and it did.

 

Despite the big game I talked to myself about moving on with my life and growing up and finding a girlfriend once I'd moved out of my parents house, there wasn't too much development on that front. I mostly just enjoyed the freedom of living out on my own with my best bud. We spent a lot of days working opposite shifts at our respective retail locations, and other days and nights hanging out, drinking and goofing off, having occasional small get-togethers with other co-workers.

 

Of course, there were also quite a few nights where Justin would have Rachel over. Yes, they were still dating. It was strange, Tyler didn't really spend much time talking about Rachel or mentioning her when she wasn't around, but when she came over they seemed like a decent couple. They would spend most of their time when she was over in Tyler's room watching TV before she would sometimes spend the night.

 

Our bedrooms were directly across the hall from each other. The rooms shared a wall, and there was a heating/AC vent along the baseboard that carried sounds, sometimes quiet clearly, between our rooms.

 

They never seemed to get especially loud or rambunctious with their sex, but there were definitely nights laying in bed where I could make out faint murmurs and stray moans, bumps and bed squeaks. Those nights, obviously, I would do the adult and not at all creepy thing, and quietly masturbate while I strained to listen in. All the while, I would think about the things Tyler must be doing to Rachel in there with his sweaty body. The things he would be doing to her with his mouth and cock. The things he would be making her do with her mouth, and her body. On the occasions where I replaced one of them in my mind with myself, I would get rid of Rachel and think about what Tyler would be doing to me.

 

And for a couple solid months things went on like that. I can honestly say it wasn't too terrible of a life. If I ever did feel single and alone and sorry for myself, I had Tyler right there to take my mind off of it and make things fun again, provided Rachel wasn't over. I think I even succeeded in not creating any weird sexual tension in the house, too. Sure, there were occasions where I'd catch Tyler walking around the house shirtless or something, and I'd steal an extra glance or two. Maybe Tyler noticed, maybe not, but it never got weird-

 

Until one night when it got very weird.

 

It was a rare weekend that both Tyler and I had scored days off. We had a few friends who we both knew from back when we worked at the same store over for a little party. It was also rare that Rachel, too, was there for the party. Usually Tyler kept Rachel-time separate from hanging with me-time or anyone else for that matter. He was just weird like that. But Rachel was there that night, and it was a perfectly fine night. Everyone drank and had fun, people slowly left as it got late. Eventually Tyler and Rachel stumbled off to bed, our few remaining guests went home, and I went to bed myself.

 

It became clear pretty quickly after turning everything off and crawling into bed, that Tyler and Rachel weren't asleep yet across the hall. I could hear muffled noises and hushed voices through the wall and the vent.

 

Well, it was late, and I'd been drinking, but I was never one to pass up the opportunity to prove Whiskey-Dick (or in my case, Vodka-Dick) was not a factor for me, with a good whack-off sesh.

 

I had just settled in, pulled my trusty pair of old cum crusted underwear out from under my bed for cleanup, and stuck my hand down my jockeys when I detected a change in the sounds coming from Tyler's room.

 

Faint as they may be, I had become an expert in detecting the sounds of the two of them late-night fooling around in there. This sounded more like some kind of argument. They were still trying to keep it down, and I couldn't really make out too many specific words, but I could definitely tell they were having a disagreement. Intrigued to try and hear what they were fighting about, my jacking-off plans were forgotten as I lay there leaning as far out off the edge of my bed as I could towards our shared wall.

 

Strain as I might to hear, I never really got a gist of what they were arguing over. The muffled disagreement went on for a good few minutes before eventually everything went quiet. I've had my fair share of hearing Rachel try to quietly slip out of the house late at night or very early in the morning, so I could say with a pretty good certainty that they had either made up and gone to sleep, or passed out still mad at each other, because I heard no one leave. Anyway, it seemed like the excitement was over for the night, and I was pretty exhausted myself so I decided to give my dick the night off and go to sleep.

 

I must have dosed off for at least a couple minutes, just long enough to be startled awake by the sound of my bedroom door opening. My eyes shot open to darkness and my heart pounded as I saw the even darker outline of a person standing in my doorway. For a brief moment I was sure I was about to get Michael Myer'd to death, until I heard a voice let out in a ridiculous stage whisper, "Pssst Maaatt..."

 

It was Tyler, and if I had to guess I would have said he was still a little drunk.

 

"What the fuck, Tyler?" I just as loudly stage whispered back, for I don't know what reason.

 

"Shhhhhh! You'll wake Rachel up." Tyler whispered, but might as well have shouted, back as he stepped completely into my room and quietly closed the door behind him. With the door closed I could barely even make out the shape of him moving closer to me in bed. I propped myself up on my elbows and faced in the general direction I thought he was in.

 

"What the fuck are you doing Tyler? Go back to bed, you're drunk." I guess we'd both decided whispering was what we did now.

 

 

 

"Shhhh.. shussssh.. shut your mouth," more whispering. "I know you've been wanting this for months now..."

 

I could tell he was standing right beside the bed now. The grogginess was wearing off and my heart took a confused flutter.

 

"What are you-" I started to whisper back, before my cheek was hit with something- Something that felt suspiciously like a warm hard dick. Flabbergasted, I couldn't finish my question. Quietly, I stammered to say anything at all.

 

Tyler's vision must have had more time to adjust to the dark than mine, and before I could say anything else I felt one of his hands at the back of my head. He was pulling my head closer to the side of the bed. I felt his warm cock-head press into my face again, this time just to the side of my mouth. Instinctively, I opened wide and turned towards it, and like that, Tyler was sliding past my lips and into my mouth.

 

"That's right, there's my little faggot cocksucker..." Tyler breathed out in his quietest whisper yet.

 

Stunned, half convinced I was dreaming, I lay there propped up by an elbow on my side, bobbing my head up and down on Tyler's cock in the dark.

 

Tyler's hand still palmed the back of my head and helped guide himself in and out of my mouth. I could hear his heavy sighs of satisfaction in the dark. He was quickly becoming more forceful with his control of my head, trying to shove my mouth down further on his cock. He was trying to force himself down my throat, and I instinctively reached out in the dark and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, stopping him from forcing himself down any deeper.

 

He only allowed me to suck him off this way for a few moments, my lips taking care of the top half of his shaft, my hand stroking the bottom half, before I felt his own free hand grabbing my wrist and prying away my grip on his cock.

 

"No no no, come on, no hands..." his admonishment came out as a harsh whisper.

 

And then, still gripping my wrist, he was forcing me backwards off my side down onto the bed on my back. I Felt his weight climbing onto the bed beside me and then he was straddling my chest, reaching behind my neck and lifting my head off the pillow. He had me pinned down, and I could just make out his crotch looming over my face before his slobbered-on dick was hitting me in the cheek, rolling across my nose and then down across my upper-lip. I opened wide to make an easier target and he shoved his cock back in past my lips. I barely got my lips closed around him before he had forced himself past my tonsils.

 

I nearly choked and gagged as he hit the back of my throat. Eyes watered as he kept himself there, completely pressed against my face, my nose smashed against short stubbly pubic hair.

 

"Shhhhhh," he warned. He pulled back slightly out of my throat, but remained stuffed in my mouth. I took the opportunity to hiss emergency breaths through my nose. "I'm gonna fuck your face now, but keep quiet, okay?" He informed me, before proceeding to shove himself to the back of my throat to the hilt again.

 

I tried not to make any loud moans or groans around my mouthful of cock as Tyler began humping my face. The only sounds were my hissing breaths through my nose, Tyler's heavy sighs, and the wet sound of him sliding in and out of my mouth, his balls pressing into my chin each time.

 

The way he straddled me, one of my arms was pinned under his knee. The other was free, and I found myself reaching around and grabbing his bare ass cheek, impossibly trying to push him forward further and deeper into my mouth.

 

I kept my hand there on his taut ass, but he certainly didn't need me to guide him as he furiously humped my face. Tears stung my eyes, snot ran from my nose and thick saliva coated his cock and ran down my chin. I tried not to gurgle on his dick too loudly as he facefucked me, but I didn't have much control over it.

 

All the while Tyler taunted and encouraged in a breathy whisper. "Yeah.. uhh.. yeah.. swallow my cock.. uhh fuck.. take it down your throat like a good faggot.."

 

He was going faster and faster and I found it harder and harder to catch breaths around his invading cock.

 

"I'm gonna fucking cum... I'm gonna fucking cum down your throat cause I know you love swallowing my cum-" He was suddenly brutally ramming himself into me to the hilt each time. "I'm cumming uuuh I'm cumming.." Somehow he had the presence of mind to remain at a whisper as he jammed himself to the back of my throat one final time and froze.

 

I felt the muscles of his ass clench under my hand just as I felt hot streams of his jizz hit the back of my throat and flood down my gullet. I swallowed greedily. He pulled out halfway and squeezed some more out into my mouth for me to gulp down before pulling from my lips with a wet plop.

 

I desperately panted for air even as Tyler pulled away from cradling my head and rolled off from straddling my chest.

 

"Thanks," he offered lamely, and just like that he was gone, opening and then quietly shutting my door behind him.

 

I was left with an aching erection in my briefs, a sloppy face, and a head swimming with confusion. I absentmindedly wiped my face off on a pillow and lay there for quite some time in shock, cock slowly shriveling back up.

 

What had just happened? Had Tyler really just left his girlfriend sleeping across the hall, came into my room and used my mouth as a fuck toy and then left to go back to sleep in bed with said girlfriend? I honestly didn't know how to feel about it. Thrilled as Hell for one thing, but I also felt kind of used, and very guilty.

 

These conflicting thoughts swirled around in my head continuously until eventually exhaustion won over and I conked out.

 

I woke up late the next morning dreading having to get out of bed and seeing Tyler or, even worse, Rachel out in the house. To stall for time I checked my phone. On it, I came across Rachel's Snapchat story, where she was sharing a picture of a delicious looking breakfast at a restaurant. I could make out Tyler across the table from her. I felt an odd mix of jealousy and annoyance peppered in with my relief that I could get up and not have to deal with what had happened last night. I could also assume by their happy little breakfast pictures that Rachel had not heard mine and Tyler's late night activities.

 

I had nothing on the agenda for the day, but I didn't feel like waiting around for Tyler to get back so that we could either talk about what had happened last night, or awkwardly ignore it. Neither option sounded appealing at that point. I decided to go home and visit my parents for the day. My sister happened to also be there visiting with my nephews and I spent the day with them. I chose not to answer one "where you at?" text from Tyler later in the day, and prolonged my stay at my parents house late into the evening.

 

When I finally went back to my place, my plan was to head straight to my bedroom. I could avoid everything for one more day and just go to sleep. Unfortunately, I had to walk through the living room to get to my bedroom, and that is where Tyler was.

 

"Where you been all day bud? You left me hanging here drinking alone!" He asked as soon as I stepped into the room. He was on the couch with an Xbox controller in hand. On the coffee table in front of him were a few half empty snack bags, a cup and a shot glass and an unhealthy assortment of booze bottles. I could tell just from the goofy tone of his greeting, that he was a few drinks in.

 

"I was visiting my parents." I responded, and kept walking through the room, towards the opening to the hallway to our bedrooms.

 

"Cool cool cool cool cool.." He responded. It was a habit he'd picked up from me.

 

Okay, I was almost to the hallway. Awkward conversations avoided I could just go to bed and worry about it tomorrow. Something stopped me. I thought about last night. Tyler had come in, used me for his pleasure and then just left with no explanation. It was typical of me to just let him do that to me. I knew from the previous summer that Tyler was well aware of my confusing intense attraction to him. He'd been using it to his advantage ever since, with no explanation on his part. Suddenly, enough was enough, and I spun around.

 

"Well where is Rachel? Why isn't she drinking with you?" I spat out.

 

Tyler looked genuinely taken aback by my tone.

 

"Woah, bud... Rachel had to work tonight."

 

"Oh, I thought maybe she'd found out about what we did last night." I countered, tone still bristling.

 

Tyler had paused his game and set the controller aside. He began fussing with the various bottles on the table, mixing a drink.

 

"Sit down and have a drink with me, bud." He offered.

 

I hesitated for a second. I half wanted to still retreat to my bedroom, confrontational courage be damned. But it was too late, the can of worms was already opened. I moved to the couch and sat down at the other end while Tyler finished mixing my drink. I kept my mouth shut while he got the ratios all wrong. It was usually my job making our drinks, but he was trying his best.

 

He passed the drink down the table towards me and I picked it up, holding it but not taking a sip. He didn't seem to notice as he picked up his own half-empty drink and finished it in a few dramatic gulps, followed by an exaggerated "Ahh!"

 

I had so many questions spinning in my head, I didn't know where to start. Luckily, Tyler spoke first.

 

"Rachel is a boring lay," he stated.

 

"Uhhh, what?" I wasn't quite sure I'd understood what he said.

 

"She's just so boring in bed..."

 

"Okay, but why are you telling me this?" In my head I was struggling to connect dots.

 

"Just hear me out, okay. You know I don't really like to talk about my relationship stuff. Partly because it's always just made me uncomfortable to share with people, but also just because I know how it probably makes you feel having to hear me talk about my relationships."

 

I had rarely heard Tyler talk so seriously about anything before, and I was taken aback. I was also shocked, and frankly a little embarrassed, to hear his concern for my feelings.

 

"What's that supposed to mean? Why would I care?" I tried. I wasn't fooling anyone.

 

"Right... cause you definitely aren't slightly obsessed with me." He countered.

 

"Well, I don't know if I'd say obsessed..." I conceded as he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, it's fine, you were saying?"

 

"Sex with Rachel is always the exact same. I have to get her in the mood by going down on her for a little bit, and then it's either missionary, or her on top of me controlling the pace, which is always soft and slow. I always have to put on a condom even though we're both clean and she's on the pill."

 

I tried to nod along and act like I understood and related to him, even though the fact was I hadn't been in a relationship that involved sex with a girl in a good 3 or 4 years. The only recent sex I had to relate to him with were my weird attempts at anonymous encounters, and the wild camping week we'd had together last summer.

 

"Uh huh... Well have you tried telling her any of this? Or, you know, just take charge of the situation like with... ehrm... well like with me?" I felt myself blushing like a timid school girl. I finally took a swig of the drink he'd made. It was way too strong. Good.

 

"Of course I've tried talking to her about it. Anytime I try taking charge of anything she yells at me that I'm going too fast, or being too rough. She doesn't even like giving me head. She thinks it's gross. Anytime she's actually given in and tried it, I have to be laying flat on my back and I'm not allowed to move or touch her head or anything while she does it. And she's never let me finish in her mouth. I tried to put it in her ass once, and you'd think I was attempting murder the way she reacted."

 

Okay, Tyler might have been right about me not being able to handle hearing him talk about this kind of stuff. Mostly because I found myself picturing it in my mind and getting oddly turned on.

 

I tried to stay focused. I felt like it was my turn to say something. "Wait. So, were you fighting about that last night?'

 

It was Tyler's turn to look embarrassed for once. "Of course you could hear us. Great."

 

"I mean, I couldn't make out what you were actually saying... Not that I was trying to or anything- Like, I don't spy on you but- it's just the walls are thin-"

 

"Whatever! Yes, that's what we were fighting about last night." He jumped in, saving me from my sputtering. "I somehow convinced her to go down on me for once but then I pushed on her head and tried to make her, you know, deep throat me. She got all dramatic acting like she was choking and then refused to keep going."

 

I swear, I was blushing listening to him describe it, picturing it all in my mind. And feeling a stirring in my pants.

 

"I tried to convince her to give it another try, she wouldn't. Just like any time I try to get a little rough or adventurous. She left me all hot and ready... I was gonna get blue balls. That shit ain't healthy, you know."

 

Yeah, I sure knew all about blue balls.

 

"So she went to bed and you decided to just stumble across the hall and use me?"

 

"Oh come on, don't act like you didn't like it. That was probably the most action you've gotten in months." He said it casually, not meaning any harm by it.

 

I felt myself begin to boil, nonetheless. Mostly because what he said was absolutely true. I was at a loss for a good comeback. I opted for another swig of my too-strong drink.

 

"So anyway, while you were hiding from me all day, I was thinking, let's make a deal-"

 

My mind instantly went flashing backwards to the last time he'd offered me one of his ridiculous deals, and everything it had led to on that trip.

 

"-Whenever Rachel blue-balls me, or is a boring lousy lay, I'll let you have a turn with me."

 

I was speechless again for a few long moments while I tried to formulate words into a coherent statement. Finally, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

 

Tyler barely seemed phased. "What? Don't act like that's not a good deal! I think we're past all the bullshit of you having to pretend you're not into it. We both know you are definitely into it."

 

He was not wrong at all. I was very much into it. I thought about it sometimes to the point of obsession. And, his cockiness about it all was a little annoying, sure, but it was also part of the appeal. And yet, it was still slowly making my blood boil.

 

"Yeah, so maybe I am into it? But what about Rachel? You're just gonna keep dating her but use me when she can't satisfy you in the bedroom? How is that fair to her?"

 

"We'll she'd never have to know about it." He said it so innocently. It was infuriating.

 

"She might never know about it. But you'll know, and I'll know. You'd be fine with that? I probably wouldn't be able to sleep at night. Besides it not being fair to her, how would it be fair to me?"

 

He genuinely looked confused. "Awe come on. How wouldn't it be fair to you? You'd get to be getting fucked regularly, by me. Like you want."

 

I was starting to wonder just how much he'd drank before I got home.

 

"Oh, fuck you!" I spat out. "Quit trying to make it sound like it's all for me and my benefit. Like you aren't getting any enjoyment out of it. Like you were just doing me a favor last night!"

 

He put up his hands defensively. "Woah.. woah.. okay, you're right, you're right. Obviously I enjoy it. We just seem to go together so well. It's ridiculous and makes no sense and it's definitely hard to talk as bros about it, but, we just make great fuck buddies." He let the statement hang there like that for a moment. "There, I admit it. Roommates, best bros and best fuck buddies." He grinned like an idiot.

 

I'll admit, hearing him say that sent a thrill through me. I felt myself cool down a little. We were venturing back down wildest fantasies territory again. Without any further warning, Tyler was peeling off his shirt. Familiar muscles rippled as he pulled it off over his head and tossed it aside.

 

"Come on, man, we can start right now. Fuck buddy?"

 

I snatched my gaze away from his naked midsection, slammed my half empty drink down on the table, and shot up off the couch to a standing position.

 

"No, stop it!" Wait, what? No, what was I saying? "I'm all for being fuck buddies... Honestly, I think it's pretty clear by now how much I'd want that. But it's not right. It's not right for you to keep leading Rachel on. And fuck, more importantly it's not right to keep leading me on either. If we're so amazing together, even if it doesn't make sense or whatever, then shouldn't I be enough?"

 

The question hung in the air like that for a few long moments, me standing there, Tyler still sitting on the couch showing off his enticing upper body.

 

"Bud... Don't be gay about it."

 

I let out a frustrated groan, wanted to just turn and storm away from this bullshit, decided for once in my life to stand my ground and say what I wanted instead.

 

"Pal, what about two dudes fucking doesn't sound gay to you? I'm not saying we should be dating, or boyfriend and boyfriend or what-the-fuck-ever.. Going out and marching together draped in rainbow flags... This is confusing as fuck to me, too. I think I like girls, but for some reason I'm ridiculously attracted to your body. On top of that, you're my closest, only real friend, and we do everything together. So no, I don't think I can share you with someone else, in that way. I already get jealous any time you're out doing something with Rachel and not me. Throw sex and shit in there, and I'd be a mess all the time. Rachel's a nice girl. She doesn't deserve to be cheated on in some weird gay-curious triangle. And I'm a great fucking dude, I don't deserve to be back-up for a struggling couple's boring sex life." When I finally finished, I stood there practically on the verge of hyper ventilating.

 

For a second, Tyler was a deer in the headlights. I thought I'd finally rendered him speechless for once, until he seemed to blink it away, and say, "Soooo... No deal then?"

 

I think I felt a vein pop in my neck. "No, I have a deal for YOU! If things aren't working with Rachel, let her go! Then we can be "fuck buddies" all you want! Until then, fuck off!" Boom. Mic drop. I turned and stormed off to my room before he could ruin my moment with another smart ass remark. Or worse yet, take off another article of clothing.

 

I slept like shit and then had a miserable time working the early shift the next day. For the second day in a row, I dreaded coming home and having to see Tyler again. When I did get home, he wasn't there. We hadn't talked much about our work schedules that week and I honestly didn't know if he was working a late shift or what. Relieved that I didn't have to deal with it, I tried to shut my brain off and watch TV.

 

I spent most of the night not being able to focus on anything I watched, and just kept thinking about how weird it was going to be around here now. Would we eventually just get over it and go back to how things were before Tyler had sneaked into my room and shoved his dick in my mouth? Right then, it didn't seem likely. And Jesus, was I ever going to be able to look Rachel in the face again?

 

I gave up on TV. It was getting late anyway, and Tyler could be back any minute. I wanted to be hiding from the whole situation in my room by then. I turned in and tossed and turned for what seemed like forever. Eventually, I heard Tyler get home. He moved around the house for only a few moments before I heard my cellphone vibrating on the night stand. I reached over and grabbed it, turning it over and squinting without my glasses on to read the brightly lit screen.

 

It was Tyler Texting Me.

 

TYLER:

 

Hey, you up?

 

I stared at the phone. Every ounce of me wanted to just put it back upside down on my night stand and bury my head in a pillow. Before I could do anything, it buzzed again.

 

 

 

TYLER:

 

We gotta talk!

 

Again I didn't respond. I was all talked out after last night.

 

TYLER:

 

Fuck it, I'm coming in.

 

Before I could even put my phone back down and get in position to pretend I was sleeping, Tyler barged through the door of my bedroom. Light from his open bedroom door across the hall flooded in behind him and lit me up on the bed, propped on an elbow on my side, phone in hand.

 

"What the Hell, dude?" I barked.

 

"Oh good... you're up." He said, ignoring me and stepping into my room, "So, Rachel and I broke up." He blurted excitedly.

 

I sat up in bed. "What? Oh... I'm sorry man... I guess?" I was confused on how to react based on how excited he sounded saying it.

 

He sat down on the edge of my bed absentmindedly, as I hurried to pull my legs up out of the way before he sat on them. "Sorry? What? No. I broke up with her!"

 

I tried hard not to look so happy with the news of his relationship ending. I felt like a bad person as I realized I'd been secretly hoping for things not to work out between them all along, if only just so I had more time with my best friend back.

 

I didn't know what to say next, but thankfully, Tyler wasn't done. "Yeah... I tried to be nice about it and say we just weren't sexually compatible. She got all defensive and tried saying that's all I cared about was sex. That it wasn't healthy. That I needed help. Then, I may or may not have just told her flat out she was a lousy lay."

 

"Yikes."

 

"Yeah... Maybe not my proudest moment. Things got kind of ugly from there."

 

Again, I didn't know how to react. It didn't seem right to outwardly celebrate or anything.

 

"Well that must have been pretty sucky. But it might turn out to be for the best." I tried. I was going to go on, about how he deserved to be with someone that made him happy in all aspects of the relationship, but I really didn't know how to do it without sounding really corny and getting too feels-y. Luckily he interrupted me before I could go on.

 

"Yeah, cause now I can take your deal," he exclaimed.

 

He'd lost me.

 

"I'm sorry, what?"

 

"Your deal! You told me if I dumped Rachel we could be fuck buddies, remember? Well I got rid of Rachel so looks like it's a deal!"

 

My jaw dropped and I was rendered speechless. The sly look Tyler was giving me made my heart pound and stomach flutter. When I couldn't find any words, he put a hand on the covers over my upper thigh.

 

"Awe come on, a deal's a deal, bud! No take backs," he chided, playfully.

 

"No- I mean yes obviously- but- you really..." I was a tongue-tied idiot. Tyler rolled his eyes.

 

"Just shut up and take your pants off, dude," he ordered. Before I could react he had stood up off the bed and thrown aside my covers, exposing me in my usual sleep wear of t-shirt and boxer-briefs. "Oh, good you aren't wearing pants."

 

With that, he peeled off his own shirt. A sight I never grew tired of. As he tossed it aside he noticed me sitting there propped up against my pillows, still dumbfounded.

 

"God do I have to do everything?" He exaggeratedly sighed.

 

He climbed back onto my bed down at my legs and reached out and grabbed hold of the elastic waist of my jockey shorts. He tugged them down my legs and off, tossing them aside with no resistance on my part. I was still shocked at the quick turn of events, while Tyler took everything like it was no big deal, as always.

 

I may have been shocked, but my dick hadn't received the memo. It was definitely already getting excited at the thought of what was to come. It's like my dick's brain had wrapped it's head around the situation before I did. I was already sporting a half chub, despite my nervousness in being exposed to Tyler's prying eyes. I silently congratulated myself for some what keeping up with my manscaping duties despite my depressing lack of a sex life in recent months.

 

I'd never seen Tyler looking at my crotch so intently. Usually I was the one oogling him any chance I got. He reached out and took my half-boner in his hand, fondling and squeezing it. Running his fingers around my balls, he coaxed my erection to further life with some slow strokes. I watched it all in stunned silence.

 

He looked up and met my eyes. I had to stop myself from looking away in shy embarrassment. "Okay, be gentle with me. I never did this to a guy before, don't know if I'll be any good," and the son of a bitch winked at me. He began lowering his head and then looked back up, grabbing the bottom hem of my t-shirt. "And get this out of the way," he ordered.

 

My excitement overrode any embarrassment I'd normally feel comparing my body to his and I hurriedly fumbled out of my tee and tossed it aside.

 

My breath caught in my throat as he lowered his head down into my lap, and I felt warm lips wrap around the tip of my cock. I had to remind myself to breathe as I watched and felt Tyler go down on me for the first time ever.

 

It all seemed wrong and strange. Always before it had been Tyler using me for his pleasure. A situation I was all too happy to oblige with. Tyler had always capitalized on my apparent infatuation with him, and taken control. This time he had taken control in providing me with all the pleasure. It didn't seem right at first, but at the same time it's significance was not lost on me. For once it appeared that Tyler wasn't only concerned with getting himself off, and that realization alone made it all the hotter for me.

 

That, and the fact that he turned out to be really good at giving head.

 

I watched, fascinated, as his head bobbed up and down in my lap. He held my erection at the base in one fist as he slurped and licked and swallowed on my head and upper-shaft.

 

I sighed and quietly moaned my satisfaction. I knew that with the roles reversed, Tyler would be egging me on with verbal taunts, and trying to force himself deeper into my mouth. I was too afraid I'd break the spell to try anything like that.

 

I did place a hand gently on his head and rub fingers through his messy hair. I didn't dare push with enough pressure to force him down on me further or faster. I just more so guided and encouraged his head-bobs.

 

If anything, I would have liked to be able to guide him to go a little slower. Not because it didn't feel great, but because it felt a little too great. I could already tell I was enjoying the oral attention maybe a little too much. I wanted to last, but also felt the lure of release building.

 

As if sensing my thoughts, Tyler pulled his lips off my tip with a plop and looked up at me, catching me in direct eye contact.

 

"Give me a warning if you're about to cum. I ain't ready for that yet, okay?"

 

All I could do was nod like a big dummy. He smiled and went back to work with his mouth again.

 

The instant he wrapped his lips around the head and started working them up and down again, I felt the tingle slowly building once more. I lasted probably 45 seconds longer before I couldn't convince myself I'd be able to hold back my nut any longer. I was a few lip-strokes away from it all boiling over.

 

Suddenly desperate, I gave a little tug on his hair.

 

"Ease up, or I'm gonna blow it." I admitted sheepishly.

 

Just the final upward suck as he pulled his mouth off my cock was almost enough to send me over the edge. As he let go of my cock in his hand, I honestly thought I was just going to start cumming all over myself. By sheer force of will I was able to pull back from the brink, but a huge part of me wanted Tyler to just grab hold of me and stroke me fully off. Heck, I was ready to grab my cock myself and give the few final tugs.

 

Down near my crotch, Tyler looked up at me and shook his head. "Uh uh, bud. We're not done yet," he scolded.

 

Figuring he was ready for his turn, I was expecting and would have been happy to have him whip his cock out and jump up onto my face to throat-fuck me like he had done the other night.

 

Instead, he remained down towards the bottom of the bed, hunched on all fours between my spread legs, still looking up at me past my erection.

 

"Did you shower today, dude?" He asked.

 

"What? I mean, yeah, why?" I was caught off guard and confused.

 

"So are you all clean down here? Like, your ass and everything?"

 

I felt my face growing warm. I had to clear my throat. "Ehrm.. I- yeah- I hope so!"

 

Tyler sighed. "Can't believe I'm gonna do this but, here goes!"

 

I was still a little embarrassed and confused. Surely Tyler wasn't trying to act like he didn't remember all the times he'd fucked my ass when we'd gone on that camping trip. I mean, I'd done my best to keep myself clean down there then, but he'd never seemed particularly concerned about it while he was jamming himself into me.

 

As my brain continued to ponder over this, Tyler was shifting around further down the mattress. Latching onto my hip with his strong hands, he was muscling me into turning over.

 

I didn't fight it, was in fact thrilled at the thought of him taking my ass again. He got me three quarters of the way flipped over; enough to get my ass sticking up in the air. I felt his hands spreading cheeks apart. I remembered the sharp pains of the first times he'd entered me and had a brief thought that I hoped he got me lubed up enough before he tried to penetrate me.

 

And then I felt his lips encircle my asshole.

 

I felt his tongue running circles around my puckered hole, felt hot breaths from his nose buried in my crack and ohmygod I realized he was eating my ass.

 

If Tyler going down on me and giving me head was surprising, Tyler eating out my asshole was boggling my mind.

 

From my position on the bed, twisted mostly over but with my top half still slightly turned on my side I was able to watch him bury his head in my ass.

 

He started out slow and tentative at first, and already I could feel an oddly pleasurable tickling down there.

 

He pulled back and in an instant I was terrified that he was disgusted by whatever was happening down there. To my relief he quickly hawked and spit a wad of saliva between my splayed cheeks and then dove back in.

 

When he dove back in, all the tentativeness was gone as he assaulted the outside rim of my anus with lapping tongue and sucking lips. The feeling is hard to describe, but I found myself writhing and squirming, like some terrible itch was finally being scratched or an aching muscle was finally getting massaged.

 

Despite my timidness I heard myself letting out a drawn out moan of "Uuuuuhh yeeeeah."

 

In response, Tyler darted his tongue into my anus and I about lost it as he tongued the nerves just inside my hole. I felt his face pressing in and out of my crack as he fervently tongue-fucked my asshole. I moaned again as he alternated penetrating me with his tongue and lapping at my hole like a dog at his water dish.

 

I was panting as hard as he was by the time he pulled back to get some air.

 

"You like me eating your ass, bud?" He asked.

 

I nodded and let out a stupid "Uh-huh" of approval.

 

"Yeah? Well good, I'm just getting you wet so I can fuck the shit out of you! You gonna like that?"

 

again I nodded.

 

"Yeah? Turn the fuck over!"

 

He reached up and pushed on my raised shoulder, turning me the rest of the way onto my stomach. I felt him shifting around on the bed behind me, yanking off his gym shorts, I hoped. Then I heard him hawk and spit another lougey, this one must have been in his own hand. I could imagine what he was lubing up with that.

 

And then rough hands were grabbing me at the hips and dragging me down the bed towards him. He pulled up and I raised my ass higher in the air, coming up onto my knees it some kind of yoga warm-up pose with my booty sticking up and upper-body flat on the mattress.

 

I felt him spreading my cheeks again before feeling a long-missed but familiar pressure on my slicked and puckered anal hole. I could feel the slippery firmness of his head trying to find it's way in, and I let out a hiss as he popped the initial tip inside of me.

 

Nerve-endings fired off a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure as Tyler slowly sunk his way into me.

 

"Ooooooh fuuuuck yeeeah, I missed your tight little faggot hole." He breathed out as he slid further inside.

 

Finally he buried himself completely in my guts. I felt his body meet my ass cheeks and he stayed there, gripping both sides of my waist.

 

"Is this what you've fucking wanted since last summer, Matt?"

 

I frantically nodded my head into the mattress.

 

"Oh come on. You know if you want me to fuck your brains out, I need to hear it!" He demanded.

 

Delirious for him to pull back out and ram it back in, my head shot up off the mattress.

 

"This is what I've wanted since last summer, Tyler." I whined.

 

"What is? Tell me what you want, faggot!"

 

"I want you to fuck my ass!" I begged.

 

I jolted in surprise when he gave my ass cheek one firm whack with his palm.

 

"Ask nicely!"

 

"Please fuck my faggot ass, Tyler!" I pleaded.

 

"Well alright then," and he withdrew from my ass all the way to the tip before ramming back into me with force, his balls and entire pelvis audibly smacking into my upturned ass cheeks.

 

And then he repeated, slamming into me faster and faster with a whomping sound each time. He grunted with each thrust, while I whined out a jumpy sounding "Uh" into the mattress.

 

My own half-hard junk bounced and bobbed between my legs as Tyler latched onto my hips and assaulted my ass for all it was worth. Each time he jammed his cock home inside of me I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through my body. I twisted the bed sheets up in my grasp and stuffed my face into the mattress to stifle a loud involuntary groan of pure need. Tyler fucked on without mercy.

 

"That's right take my fucking cock like a faggot bitch!" Tyler heckled, panting.

 

He continued his assualt while simultaneously pushing down on the small of my back. I knew better than to resist him, and instead spread out my legs and allowed myself to be pushed face down flat on the bed. instantly I felt more of his weight bearing down on me, more of his sweaty body pressing into my back as he continued drilling me from above.

 

"That's right, you love it when I fucking pound your bubble fucking ass, huh? You want me to fuck your guts out? Huh?" With Tyler pressed on top of me, humping his hips up and down, in and out of me, his face was now inches from my right ear as he hissed out taunts through gritted teeth. "You fucking like that? You fucking want more?!"

 

I lifted my face out of the pillow and turned it to the side in order to whine out a jilted "YeEeSs!"

 

"You want it harder, bitch?"

 

"YeEEss!!"

 

And he was rutting down into me even harder. The smacking sounds were coming so fast and loud I had honest concerns that the neighbors would hear through walls and closed windows and across yards.

 

Tyler was panting and dripping sweat down onto my body as he continued his frantic pace. A euphoric bliss had washed over me. Someone was moaning over and over like a wounded animal. It took me a minute to realize that someone was me.

 

Tyler grabbed a fist full of my hair and used it to lift my head up and turn it back facing downward before shoving my face back into the pillow, muffling my moans.

 

"Shut the fuck up and take it like you wanted, faggot!"

 

Pressed on top of me, pinning me down, I could scarcely move. His constant barrage on my ass was resulting in one long steady stream of pleasure vaguely radiating through out my lower regions. I didn't want him to stop, God no, I wished he'd never stop, but I felt the need to squirm around in my pleasure. Like if I could just shift around slightly then he'd be hitting me just right to set me over the edge.

 

"Fuck, I wanna fuck you like this all night..." Tyler was really panting heavily above me, nearly out of breath "... But I'm gonna wear myself out..."

 

I felt like whimpering as Tyler slowed down, grinding to an abrupt stop and leaving himself buried inside of me. Then all my breath whooshed out of me as I felt his full weight collapse onto me. His breath was right in my ear. I could barely suck one in.

 

"Time for you to do some work, Matty." He sighed and thankfully rolled off of me, regrettably taking his cock with him as he slid out of my hole.

 

He plopped onto his back next to me in bed. I took a moment to mercifully suck in a few breaths. He nudged me with an elbow and I groaned as I rolled onto my side towards him, every muscle in my body protesting.

 

"Come on, dude, climb aboard!"

 

I couldn't believe how sexy he looked laying there in the dim light, drenched in sweat and smirking like an asshole. His cock was still rock hard and standing at attention.

 

"Come on, I know you wanna get off riding on my dick."

 

He had a point there. Sore body be damned, I pulled myself up and positioned myself straddling Tyler's waist facing him. We made eye contact as I fumbled behind my back trying to grab his cock and lift myself up and back down onto it. He smirked, I felt my cheeks redden.

 

He brought his own hand into the mix, grabbing onto himself and trying to guide it home. The moment I felt his warm tip pressing at my back door, I plopped back down onto his lap, impaling myself. The stinging only lasted a second before being replaced with a gloriously full feeling that I was beginning to become accustomed to. I began bouncing and rocking around tentatively on his pole, testing it out. Everything down there was still slick with enough sweat and saliva that I could hear a wet slurpy sound as I scooted my ass around and caused Tyler's cock to slide in and out and around inside of me.

 

I rested a hand on his rippled mid-section as I slowly rode his dick, letting out a long soft moan of pleasure. I tried to either close my eyes or look up at the ceiling or the wall above Tyler's head; embarrassed to see Tyler's face watching me writhing on top of him.

 

When I did chance a look, he was indeed watching me work, his hands folded back behind his head. I closed my eyes and continued grinding and gyrating my hips. His cock remained mostly buried inside of me, sliding around and bumping and pressing against things that sent sudden bolts of pleasure through my body.

 

"Yeeeah bud.. You like the way my cock feels inside you?"

 

Eyes closed, not looking at him, I bit my lip and nodded.

 

"Does my cock make you want to cum?"

 

"Uh huh."

 

"Well quit playing around then and let's make you fucking cum!"

 

Tyler reached down and locked his hands on my waist. With pure arm strength he began pulling me towards him and shoving me away, pulling me forward off his cock and then pushing me back down onto it.

 

"Uuuuuh fuuck..." I breathed. Somewhere inside of me his cock-head was grazing past a spot more sensitive than the rest with each slide. If I could just re-position myself slightly- I leaned my upper body forward, still straddling Tyler, my hands now pressed into his pecs for balance, face hanging above his own face, ass slightly lifted in his lap.

 

Now, as Tyler aided in sliding me on and off his dick, each time he pushed and I scooted back down onto his shaft, his tip jabbed right into that super sensitive zone. Each time he pulled me away from it, I craved for him to jam it back home.

 

"Aaah fuck that's it!" I exclaimed. "That's the spot!"

 

"Yeah? Is that the spot that makes a bitch cum?" Tyler taunted, getting worked back up again.

 

We both worked together in a tandem, suddenly eager for the same goal. Tyler tightened his grip on my waist and muscled me back and forth faster and faster while I simultaneously leaned forward and bucked my hips, like I suddenly knew how to twerk.

 

I leaned forward far enough that my own cock and balls, half erect but fully tingling from the pleasure, dragged back and forth across the surface of Tyler's sweaty abs. Precum dripped from the tip and left a sticky trail around his belly button.

 

"Yeah! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck yeah right there! Fuck you're gonna make me cum!" I whined.

 

"Yeah! Ride my fucking cock like a faggot! Ride that cock you fucking slut! Shhhiiiit yeah feels good for me too! Fuuuck you better make yourself fucking cum, Matt, you better make yourself fucking cum soon cause I'm about to bust my fucking nut!"

 

Tyler was not only moving me up and down on his pole with his grasp on my waist now. Now he was humping his own hips up into me like a piston, slamming into my ass while I bucked wildly forward and back. We were a frenzy of activity now as I panted and my heart pounded seemingly to the beat of Tyler's cock-head ramming into my p-spot.

 

The intense pleasure emanated from somewhere deep inside of me, but had spread to my cock, slapping around wildly on the taut skin of Tyler's lower midsection. It felt like I desperately had to pee but was holding it back just before it came streaming out. I needed to let it out to feel relief.

 

"Uuuuuh fuck uh huh! right there! Right there! Right there right there right there rightthererightthererightthere-" I was like a broken record as each combined hump from myself and Tyler both brought his cock colliding into the perfect spot.

 

"Fucking cum for me, Matt! Cum for me before I fucking fill your ass with my cum!"

 

"Don't stop I'm gonna cum! Don't stop I'm gonna cum!" I desperately chanted. "Don't stop I'm gonna cum! Don't stop I'm gonna cum! Don't stoooooop Uuuuuuuuh!" The battle between wanting to prolong the ecstasy and needing a release came crashing to a halt as my body went rigid and I froze in mid-hump. Tyler continued fucking his hips up into me like a man possessed, ramming his head right into the p-spot as I felt my body spasm and my cock twitching off his abs, spurting out my jizz. Each twitchy pump of my cock was accompanied by a jolt of pleasure spreading out from my crotch to my entire body.

 

As I sent my cum squirting up Tyler's torso and onto his chest, he kept pumping away up into me.

 

"Yeah fucking cum, dude! Yeeeah fucking cum riding my fucking dick! Fuuuuck I'm gonna cum too! I'm gonna fucking nut up your ass! You wan't me to bust my nut inside you? Huh? Fuuuuck I'm cumming inside you!! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" He growled through gritted teeth.

 

I remained still frozen in my own orgasm as Tyler latched onto my waist with a painfully tight grip and began positively slamming his hips up into me even as I felt hard hot spurts shooting and filling up my insides, soothing my aching guts with it's warmth. Tyler's thrusts grew slower and more sporadic as I felt his cock pulsing inside of me while he gasped beneath me. With each slow pull out of me I felt some of his fluids squelch and leak out around his cock, only for more to be fucked back into me as he slowly pumped back up inside.

 

The waves of my orgasms finally finished crashing over me, and I collapsed spent down onto Tyler. His chest rose and fell as he panted beneath me, while I struggled to catch my own breath.

 

I could have laid there and eventually passed out on top of him as I felt his cock gradually lose it's hardness and slip from my spent hole. Eventually, Tyler groaned beneath me.

 

"Eerrr.. you're kind of crushing me, bud."

 

"Sorry," I apologized and lazily rolled off of him and onto my back next to him on my bed.

 

We lay like that for quite some time, light still spilling in from the open door into the hallway. A jumble of thoughts and questions swam through my head, making it impossible for my exhausted body to fall asleep. So many things were still left unsaid. And frankly, after everything we'd just done together, it was starting to feel a bit ridiculous for me to still be too afraid and embarrassed to say what I wanted to say and ask what I wanted to ask.

 

I turned my head towards him on my pillow. I could tell in the half-light that his eyes were closed, but something about the way he was breathing told me he, too, had yet to fall asleep. I finally spoke up, breaking the silence.

 

"Seriously though, why did you really break up with Rachel?"

 

I watched as Tyler slowly opened his eyes, blinking as he stared up at the ceiling. He sighed.

 

"I told you. To take your deal," he said, as if it were completely obvious.

 

"So you broke up with her to be..." I still felt embarrassed to name it out loud

 

"Fuck buddies." Tyler finished for me.

 

"... Fuck buddies," I continued, "with me?"

 

"Uh huh."

 

"Soooo are you like gay, then?" I asked.

 

"I don't think so, not really." He turned his head in my direction, meeting my eyes across the pillow. "Why, are you?"

 

"No, I don't think so either..." I trailed off and the silence hung there for a moment, as if that had just cleared everything up. It really hadn't, for me. "Okay, but why me, though?"

 

Tyler's eyes had begun to drift closed again. His lids raised at the sound of my question. "Huh?" He asked, confused at what I was asking.

 

"What about me made you want to break up with a beautiful woman to do... well everything we've done, with me?"

 

Tyler laid there staring at me long enough that I thought either he'd fallen asleep with his eyes open, or that I'd have to explain myself further. I guess he was just gathering his thoughts as he finally responded.

 

"I don't know. I guess I'm just really into how into me you are. I know it probably makes me sound like some kind of egotistical jerk or something, but from the start of our friendship I could always kind of tell you had some kind of a thing for me. We had our best-bro thing going from that first time we hung out, but there was always something on top of that. Like I could tell you would do anything for me... anything to make me happy." He paused for a second to regather his thoughts. I lay there dumbfounded not knowing what to say as he continued.

 

"This is making it sound like I'm a terrible person and using you or something, but I'm not explaining it right. I don't know, it's just... It's a good feeling to feel wanted and desired and important. I've never really gotten that from anyone else without strings attached. And I've never been able to say or do what I want with someone without being afraid of how they'll react or look at me afterwards, like I can with you. You are literally down for anything. You'll go along with all of my crazy shit and still be my best bro afterwards... ahh fuck I sound stupid..."

 

As his voice trailed off, for the first time I sensed the uncertainty and vulnerability in him that I always wrestled with myself. I could tell he was desperate for me to say something to break the silence.

 

"Wow. That all sounded... pretty... gay." I joked, with a smirk that would make Tyler proud.

 

He flung out an arm and punched my arm playfully.

 

"Hey fuck you! You're still obsessed with me."

 

We both turned our heads to look up at the ceiling again, smiling, dare I say, contently.

 

"Speaking of," he continued after a pause, "Why ARE you obsessed with me?"

 

He turned his head again to stare at the side of my face as I opted to remain looking up at the ceiling while I contemplated my response.

 

"Fuck, I don't know... I don't want to say I envy you, because that doesn't really explain it. But, ever since I met you, I admired a lot of things about you. Your youthfulness, you confidence, your dedication to your fitness. I don't know. You're everything I wish I had been when I was a few years younger but never got around to it because I never had the confidence to get out of my own head. And then somehow on top of that, we ended up having so much in common and getting along so well. I just could never believe someone as young and cool and... shit, I don't want to say it, but as hot as you would want to even be friends with me..." I actually felt myself getting a little emotional. I was rambling and was pretty sure I wasn't even making sense anymore. I paused and inhaled a deep breath.

 

The bed creaked as Tyler shifted on it next to me. I turned my head to face him and see what he was doing, only to find him leaning in towards me.

 

His lips found mine and suddenly we were kissing. It was kind of awkward at first, just our lips pressed together, his slightly open, mine still closed. Then he reached a hand out to press against my cheek and I opened my mouth to his until we were full-on making out. His tongue entered my mouth and explored for a moment before I brought mine into the mix as well, and they tangled and intertwined.

 

Eventually he pulled back for some air, and we laid there facing each other gasping. As our breathing slowly returned to normal my head cleared enough to ask one more question.

 

"So... what are we?"

 

Tyler thought for only a moment.

 

"Do we have to label it anything? Let's just be best bros, with benefits, and roll with it."

 

That sounded fine by me.

 

We were finally all talked out. I found that I had gotten enough answers to my questions to stop the gears in my head from turning as rapidly. Eventually I turned away from Tyler onto my side instinctively moving into the position I usually found most comfortable to fall asleep in. He reached out an arm and silently dragged my naked body backwards into his. I fell asleep with his front spooned into my back, his arm draped over my shoulder.

 

The next morning we awoke and without words found ourselves turned around in each others arms, first making out some more and then silently shifting around on the bed into a 69 position. We sucked each other off, me slurping Tyler's load down my throat and him pulling his lips off my shaft just as I began gasping to finish me off with his hand. We washed all of last night and that morning's debauchery off together in the shower.

 

What followed were days and weeks of similar behavior and activity around the house. Nothing was off limits. Tyler would sit on my face and force me to eat his ass out before scooting down a bit and jamming himself down my throat. There was a week straight where I had a vacation from work and Tyler forbade me from wearing any pants in the house. I'd have to wait around bottomless for him to get home and take me in the ass in whatever position he wanted, wherever he wanted in the house. Sometimes we slept in our seperate rooms, sometimes I slept in his bed or he slept in mine.

 

We agreed that we weren't really ready to sharing this new aspect of our relationship with the rest of the world. To our friends and family we were still just best friends who were sharing my house. I had no desire at the moment to seek out a girlfriend or anything like that. Tyler expressed no interest in replacing Rachel.

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