From now on, this is all b/b guys. Please don't expect otherwise.



Thanks to Carolyn, I had morphed literally overnight into a superstud. Three calendar month into my 16th year, I had fucked three different girls besides Carolyn. I liked the sex, and I liked missy more than before, but I had that feeling we all get sooner or later that sex was n't all I wanted. I was still lonely, and I think screwing fille made it worse because each meter it was a new girl, I cared for her a little to a lesser extent. I still looked at son, and in my heart of affection, I had that vague loneliness a gay boy feels growing up. I wanted to find another boy like me, a boy I could love.

Then Jason showed up at our firm with Tyler, and the moment I saw him with my brother, my fancy became that the `` boy like me '' would be a boy like Tyler.

Not that he acted gay. He did n't. He seemed straight as any boy that age, but he was far too cute to not dream about. Tyler had thick chestnut tree hair and blade dark center. Not as tall as me, he was slimmer. Even at XIV, he had a swimmer 's build -- the astray shoulders, narrow down hips. That world-class metre I saw him, I was on a stool at the kitchen island watching a Northerner 's biz on TV when the two of them came in for a soda.

President Tyler 's eyes met mine, and he grinned -- a wondrous grinning, the grin of a guy who was naturally happy. I saw those white dentition and that boylike grin, and my stomach knotted.

'' Tyler, meet the elder sib, '' Jason cracked, opening the fridge. `` See if you can get him to peach. ``

President Tyler flashed me another grin like he did n't buy in to my blood brother 's word-painting. `` You swim ? '' Tyler asked.

'' I sink, '' I told him. `` Like a rock. ``

'' We all sink, bro, '' Jason said, handing Tyler a washing soda. `` It only takes a little coordination to float. You just ai n't got none. ``

'' I can float, '' I told Tyler. `` But I 'm not fast. ``

'' You 're marvellous, '' Tyler told me, leaning onto the kitchen island beside me. `` You should move over it another try. It 's mostly technique. ``

I shrugged. Damn, his eyes were dazzling.

'' Yeah, powerful, '' Jason said, leaning onto the island on the other side of Tyler.. `` pin to mutant you 're practiced at, Brock. Do n't let him talk you into drowning. ``

'' What are you good at ? '' Tyler asked, sounding genuinely interested. The elevation if his eyebrow were lined in reddish-gold from the sun. There was Thomas More reddish-gold at his temples.

I managed another shrug. `` baseball game, I guess. And football, basketball, track. ``

Tyler 's eyebrows rose, like he was impressed.

'' girlfriend, '' Jason added. He leaned close behind John Tyler. `` Brock just became 'sexually active .''' He laughed.

'' Oh, '' President Tyler said. Did a little of the smile go out of his eyes ? Did I imagine that ? Was Tyler unimpressed with a jock whose goal in spirit was to bang girl ? I could bear kicked my little buddy because I was n't one of them. ``

'' Brock 's right at sports, '' Jason said, `` because he does n't bonk when to throw in the towel. He never gives up. He does n't know how to give up. He's got a nous like his body - strong-willed and stubborn as an ox. Nobody can get more hard-headed about something than Brock. '' Jason grinned and winked at me. `` But being determined won't keep you from drowning. '' He poked Tyler in the costa. `` C'mon, '' Jason said, turning to leave the kitchen. `` Let 's go up to my way. ``

John Tyler backed toward the door. `` Good encounter you, '' he said, and gave me a small, parting smile.

'' Yeah, '' I called after him. I hoped I did n't count as achy as I felt in my gut. For the first metre in my life, I had an instant crush.

As far as I was concerned, I was gay all over again, more gay than ever. That dark, I jacked off thinking of Tyler and his smile. I pictured him naked. I imagined him gay instead of straight. I imagined he liked me and that we made out.

Actually, John Tyler did appear to like me, maybe as instantly as I liked him. But then, straight guy cable do get bro-crushes and, like I said, Tyler did n't act gay. Jason would n't cling out with him if he did.

And Jason did hang out with him. Tyler was over every day that week, and it looked like he and Jason had become second good friends like guys can be sometimes. Having Tyler around only made matter tough for me, however. It was a struggle to keep my heart off him, and the more I knew I could n't cause him, the more I wanted him.

I liked everything about him. I did n't just want him. I wanted him to be my friend, too, like he was Jason 's. I became what my grandma used to call, lovesick. Literally. After an afternoon of him around and me hiding endless erecting, I felt hectic, restive.

Tyler for his constituent always talked with me when he came over. He made indisputable that he and Jason included me in material they did. Jason did n't look to listen. In maliciousness of the way he liked to incite me, Jason and I got along okay, especially with two biz controllers in our hands.



I was in the livelihood room reading, Friday good afternoon when Jason and Tyler came through on their way to our backyard pool.

'' swell, '' Jason paused to ask, `` how come in you 've been hanging out around the sign of the zodiac so much this week ? ``

I looked up, saw them in their Speedos, and my learning ability turned to mush. This was before guys wore jammers, and the two of them were in low-riding swim brief with towels tossed over their shoulder joint. It was the first time I saw John Tyler without shirt and short. His legs were well-formed, not with the definition of a base runner, but with the shapeliness of a swimmer. He was as hairless as me and his skin had the glow of a warm up tan. His tree branch were long, his belly savorless, and the inguinal creases of his pelvis dove like a V into the movement of his briefs and into his well-packed pouch.

I realized I was staring and quickly looked away.

'' You okay, Brock ? '' Jason asked.

'' What ? Yeah ? '' I shot Tyler a glance. He locked his digit behind his neck and stretched. Oh, god ! I quickly looked away.

'' Why do n't you come in out and swim with us ? '' Jason asked.

'' You gon na do circle ? '' I asked, hoping to sound reluctant. I did n't require to appear too anxious to accept.

'' Nah, we 're just gon na snap up a dyad of Dad 's beers and chill. ``

'' I could help you with your swimming, '' Tyler offered.

'' Good portion with that, '' Jason murmured.

'' I 'll be right hand out, '' I told them -- I needed to expect for my boner to go down.

They turned to go out, and I watched President Tyler take the air away. He had a hefty little butt. His fundament face dimpled as he walked.



I do n't think any girl getting gear up for a prom put More try into deciding on a frock than I did on a swimming costume. Not that I had many. The problem was that if I wore my swim legal brief, I might get hard being around Tyler and hold myself away. If I wore table shorts, I might not look as safe ; that is, my package would n't point as much, and I considered it my independent redeeming characteristic. I still considered myself too marvelous and too gangly. Hot guys looked like Tyler.

I thought to myself that if there was even just one gay pearl in John Tyler 's dead body, I wanted him to like what he saw when I came out. And then I chuckled, thinking one gay bone would be awesome.

Yeah, but not a chance. Why torture myself even dreaming about it ?

I pulled my dark Speedos on, pulling my balls up and out front and laying my dick out to the left. I hoped like sin I would n't take shape a boo-boo. Throwing a towel over my articulatio humeri, I headed out to the pool.

The two of them were having a super-soaker fight. I came to the border of the pool, and Tyler paused to look up at me. He covered his center from the sun, but beneath his mitt, he seemed to look me over. I told myself that did n't mean anything. bozo check each other out. I wasn't about to assume anything stupid.

Jason, turned his super dipsomaniac on me, aiming at my balls which were well exposed, thanks to my positioning.

'' Umph ! '' I muttured, and covered them with my hands. Tyler shot me in the left nipple with his. I jumped in after him. The water was only waist deep at that smudge, and though he tried backing away, holding his super-soaker I was able to close in. I caught him, got one arm under his legs and one under his vertebral column, lifted him to my chest, and dove under with him. He struggled, casting away the super-soaker and trying to get out of my clutch bag, but I held on. I got to my ft again, dove again, got to my base again with John Tyler wriggling. He pushed against my shoulder and chest, but I had him firmly. Lifting him gamey, I tossed him out from me.

He got to his foundation, sputtering and wiping wet pilus from his oculus. `` Damn, you 're substantial ! '' he shouted, backing from me.

'' Remember that the next prison term you try to super-soak me in the tit, '' I growled trade good naturedly following him -- but I did n't want to catch him. Beneath the water, my dick had grown hard. I always had that problem whenever I wrestled early hombre, and I had given up a struggle more than once in monastic order to stay on my stomach and hide a boner. This time, the water hid my condition. So when he let me catch him, I thought all I had to do was get President Tyler up on my weapon system again and maintain him away from my erection.

I got him by the wrists and he struggled while my Brother Jason tried to super-soak me in the ear. I pulled on Tyler, intending to get him up on my weapons system again, but he tried twisting away, and in the cognitive operation, backed his butt right onto my hard-on which popped it out of my Speedos. Before I could shove him away, he had pressed against my erecting for at least a full phase of the moon second.

I managed to shove him off in a way that seemed part of the play, and I hurriedly tucked my dick back in as best as I could. Tyler turned at me with a sort of lopsided smile and unsure look.

Jason jibe at my ear again, so I wheeled on him with a growl and he dodged away.

'' Yeah, you honorable run, '' I teased, while backing from both of them. `` I can plow the two of you at one metre and you know it. ``

I realized instantly that it was the wrong threat to draw. Now they 'd both come after me and my hawkshaw had n't had a luck to get soft.

They came from two different angles. I squared off against John Tyler, determined to keep him from bumping into my erection again. They closed. Jason jumped onto my back. President Tyler dove under like he was going after my legs -- or trying to see underwater if what he thought he felt was what he felt.

I backed and twisted trying to toss Jason off and get away from Tyler, but Jason hung on, nearly choking me and Tyler kept coming. I reached underwater to take in Tyler before he could reach my leg. I tried pulling him up and his nerve ran right into my crotch, pressed my hard-on, and popped it out of my Speedo again. I was mad to labour him away now. It was going to be impossible to sham he had n't run smack into a fuckup. Tyler struggled and seemingly on purpose, turned and backed his butt into my lap -- AGAIN ! And this sentence, it was n't for only one second. Tyler had both my blazonry pulled in strawman of him like he was trying to force me up and over his back, and his butt footing back against my hard-on.

My erection was well out of my Speedos, and I kept thought process, `` Why did n't I wear the control panel shorts ! Why did n't I wear the board shorts ! '' At the Sami time, another part of my brain registered how dandy Tyler 's firm, wiry body felt against my chest and lap.

Jason bounced on my back like a jockey, while Tyler held my arm pinned to his chest under his own, wiggling his stern into my lap as he tried to get leverage. The exposed end of my dick was on his backbone. I managed to free a mitt and ambit between our soundbox to try to tuck back in, but that made it like trying to fight with one arm behind my back -- only it was n't my arm that I wished was tied behind my back.

I tried going under, but Jason hung on, pulling me backward as we went under. Tyler, still gripping my arm, came with us. In all the twist and near-drowning, Tyler grabbed my discover cock. There was absolutely no pretending now. He knew for certainly. I managed to get free, first from Tyler, then from Jason, and I swam hard for the side of the pond. Before they could react, I had pulled myself up from the urine, my back to them, of course, and I dove onto my stomach onto a sofa chair.

'' Alright ! '' I called out, without looking back at them. `` You can give the pool ! ``

Would President Tyler tell Jason what happened ? Would he distinguish everybody ? I could n't bear to look back.

'' What ? '' Jason cried out. `` You giving up already ? ``

'' Yeah, you jabbed your stifle into my fag, you asshole. You bruised me. '' I rubbed my rear end for effect.

'' You, whimp ! '' Jason called out. I heard him coming closer. I heard the smirk in his spokesperson as he asked, `` You want Tyler to kiss your butt for you and make it well. ``

'' Yeah, right. '' Actually, yes I did, but Tyler was probably never going to talk to me again unless it was to foretell me a poof ! NOW my cock was growing soft, finally ! It was amazing what a small mortification can do to an erection.

I was incorrectly about John Tyler, though.

'' Did we really hurt you ? '' he asked coming to the side of the pool.

'' As if Jason could, '' I snorted. I buried my aspect in my implements of war. `` I 'm gon na tan a while. ``

They returned to super-soaking each other, and I returned to quiet mortification. It would be a miracle if Tyler did n't say anything. Maybe he had accidently gotten hard wrestling a guy before, himself. It happens to guys that age. I could hope that he chalked it up to something like that. Yeah, in good order. I groaned quietly, thinking that once my dick shriveled completely, I 'd slink away to my room and adjudicate whether not committing suicide was even an option.

The more I contemplated the death of my reputation, the quicker my dick got soft. Satisfied that I 'd drive soft enough, I sat up, thinking that the time for slinking away had come. That 's when the headphone rang. We heard it on the poolside extension. A bit later, Rachael, my dad 's electric current girlfriend came out from the house. `` Jason, '' she called, `` phone 's for you. ``

This, by the way, was when cellular phone telephone set were still clunky and we were n't using ours much yet. Jason climbed from the pool and went over to get the pocket billiards extension.

'' Hey, '' Tyler said, coming up to the side of the pool beside me, `` want me to help oneself you with your swim stroke ? ``

I looked at him skeptically. Did he think it ? Or was he going to try to get me heavy again so he could have more to tell his buddies. `` You sure you want to do that ? '' I asked.

'' You bet, '' he said with that dazzling grin of his. `` C'mon. ``

So I jumped into the weewee beside him. After having been so embarrassed before, I was n't worried about springing a new boner.

'' Let me see you swim a few strokes, '' Jason said.

I swam across the pool and back.

'' Not bad, '' he told me when I stood again beside him. We were in water at mid-chest level.

'' Here, turn around. I 'll picture you something to do with your blazonry. ``

I turned and John Tyler laid his manus on my shoulder and arm, turning me. `` beau, '' he said, pressing my berm and squeezing my arm, `` you have hard muscular tissue. It 's no wonderment you sink. I noticed earlier. Your heftiness feel like steel. ``

His odd hand slid onto the left side of meat of my cervix and with his right wing, he urged my right arm upward. `` Stretch for the catch, '' he said. `` Like you 're swimming. ``

I reached up high over my head.

Tyler 's paw slid up the distance of my arm and his consistence pressed the English of mine as he reached toward my fingertips. Was I imagining it ? Did I feel something hard against the side of my ass ?

We both glanced at Jason, over at the syndicate theater, still talking on the headphone. It sounded like it must be one of his buddies.

Tyler pressed his erecting against my can impertinence. `` It 's like taking an armfull of water, '' he said beside my ear. `` Keep your elbow high. That means, keep your cubitus in high spirits than your forearm like this. '' He showed me with his arm alongside mine. `` And keep on it that way as you pull. '' He pulled my arm down with a hand on my wrist.

'' You 're powerful, '' Tyler said quietly as our weaponry came down. `` I can feel it in your arm. '' His left hired hand squeezed the side of my neck. `` And in your shoulders. '' His body pressed mine and beneath the water, the inside of his leg rubbed on the exterior of mine. `` And your body, '' he almost whispered.

He cleared his throat quietly. `` Let 's do that again. ``

I reached above my caput. His arm followed. He pulled my arm down again. As he did, Jason, on the speech sound, turned away. This fourth dimension, when our custody came down to our sides, I reached behind me to clasp Tyler by the butt and pull him firmly against the slope of my nates. Beneath the H2O, his hand grasped my forearm tightly, and he ground his prick against me. I felt his sassing on the rachis of my shoulder.

Jason turned back toward us and John Tyler backed from me. `` So, '' Tyler asked. `` That give you a better handle on things ? ``

I glanced at him. He had sort of that achy looking at I felt I 'd had. I swallowed hard and nodded. Tyler grinned, and it was like the sun coming out. In that blink of an eye, I was incredibly happy. I grabbed Tyler as if to playfully wrestle, but when I took him under, it was tear us belly to belly and beseech my erection against his. Quickly, very quickly, I kissed him on the sassing, my get-go kiss with a boy. Tyler, holding me by the articulatio humeri kissed back. I groped him. His turncock felt thick. He groped me.

We came up, parting, tucking away again. It sounded like Jason 's conversation was ending. John Tyler and I flashed grins at one another. Finally ! Finally I had found a boy like me and it WAS Tyler. I 'd never matt-up lighter in my biography. Jason said something about a more buddies coming over after supper, but I did n't really take heed him until he said they 'd probably sleepover and could Tyler ?

Tyler shrugged. `` certain. I 'll call my mom. '' He flashed me another grin as Jason jumped into the pool.

We horsed around in the kitty some more, and I did n't concern about President Tyler `` discovering '' my erection. We only needed to go along Jason from discovering it, or John Tyler 's. Between Tyler and me, there were plenty of playful catch that Jason did n't roll in the hay about. I did n't think I 'd ever get soft again.

When our cook, Alexander, called us in for supper, I thought about letting Jason and Tyler go on ahead so I could jack off, but after I saw Tyler get out and skillfully hide his erection from Jason while wrapping a towel around himself, I figured I could do the same.

They dressed for supper in Jason 's room. I dressed in mine. This metre, I resisted the impulse to jerk off. It was n't like I thought anything would find between Tyler and me any sentence soon, but I liked the sexual stress now that I knew John Tyler felt it, too. I was excited and I did n't want to stimulate it. I hurried down to supper quickly since Tyler would be there. I 'd wait until evening to jack off, when I could guide it long and slow.

At supper, Rachael told us she was going downtown to see my dad and that they would n't be in until late. After supper, jewel, the housekeeper, cleared the table, and the three of us guys went to our billiard elbow room. Two of Jason's buddies, Brandon and David, arrived and we played pocket billiards and Ping River pong for a while. After that, we moved to the upstairs den to take in Alien on DVD.

Brandon and David grabbed the side couch while Jason put on the movie and dimmed the lights. I grabbed the couch on the rear wall, farthermost back from the TV. Tyler took the other end of my frame and stretched out his legs behind my legs. Jason grabbed a span of pillows and took to the floor in front line of the TV.

Rachael had put throw blanket everywhere in the den. I grabbed the biggest one and tossed it over President Tyler and me. From his chest to my chest our leg were covered. The movie started, and while the others watched it, President Tyler 's bare toes worked their way up inside the correct leg of my drawers and my bare toes worked up the left leg of his. His toes touched my scrotum, just inside my leg. When my toes got twisted in the fabric of his short pants, I pulled my foot out from his shortstop leg and rested my fillet of sole against his erection through his short circuit. Beneath the throw, Tyler pulled his underdrawers down and the sole of my foot rested directly on his bare cock.

It 's amazing how sensitive your toes and the merchant ship of your base become when all your attention goes there. I 'd never felt another boy 's erection directly except briefly, when Tyler and I grabbed each other in the pool. Now I had fourth dimension, and using my foot, the sensations robbed me of my breather -- the soft warm skin, the turgid thickness, the duration, the faint moistness. I paused, my human foot resting on his shaft, because I started trembling, just like I had with Carolyn.

Tyler felt it and glanced at me. He may have thought I was coming, but then saw that I was only shaking a little. I smiled apologetically. Under the cam stroke, his hand gave my human foot a reassuring credit crunch. Holding my groundwork against the underside of his dick, he pulled his foundation from inside my shorts leg, and rested the sole on the strawman of my shortstop. Like him, I pulled down my trunks and underwear, and when he pushed up my dick with the sole of his understructure, I grabbed his groundwork the way he had grabbed mine. We held one another 's sole against the undersides of our dicks.

For several transactions our foundation explored putz and warm moist scrotums ; our deal explored and caressed human foot. I forced myself to becalm down when I realized how loudly I was breathing. Beyond the intimate foreplay was the excitement of finally having another gay boy, and doing what we were doing under everyone 's nose. Holding the bottom of my pes to the undersurface of his cock, Tyler quietly humped my sole. His movements were barely perceptible beneath the top, but the whiz were awe-inspiring. The soles of my fundament are sensitive. Clasping his invertebrate foot to the underside of my shaft, I did the Same to him.

I pinned Tyler's dick up against his belly and rubbed it with my understructure as he humped ,. As I did, his hands explored up my feet and calf. I did the same to him. When the movie grew brassy, we humped more firmly.

Knowing I would come soon, I pulled my shirt up out of the way and prepared to overtake my cum with Rachael's stroke. I tried to let Tyler see what I was doing, and he seemed to get the idea, which was secure, because he came first. Suddenly gripping my leg between his, and hanging on to my foot with both hands, he pumped his hips hard. I heard a faint whine, his shaft pulsing, and then liquid between my toes.

The liquid did it for me ; that, and the thought that I had made another boy come. My balls tightened and I held Tyler 's foot tightly on my dick. I backed my butt to squirt his toes, and my body racked with my orgasm.

As I calmed, President Tyler spred his cum over my invertebrate foot and in my toes. I did the Same to him with my cum until it began to dry, we cleaned up with the throw. Then we rested, each with a unfinished foot on warm soft equipment. That is, until the movie neared the end and we pulled our boxershorts back up.

It was different, sharing orgasms with another boy. Different from with girls. Emotionally different.

As everyone got up to get one of my dad 's beers, Tyler whispered in my ear. `` I 'm in love with your foot, dude. ``

I chuckled and quickly whispered back. `` There 's Thomas More of me. ``

He chuckled aloud. `` wellspring, yeah ! I 'm in honey with that too ! ''