Hey guys, here's the sixth chapter in the series about 23-year-old Grady's relationship with Tyler, a 19-year-old hustler. Last time, the boys moved into an apartment together and began their life as a couple. Grady had a shock when someone who knew about Tyler's past stirred up a little trouble but they quickly got over it and settled into their new home.
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Things were going very well for Tyler and me. I took a whole week off work after we moved into our new place, just so we could get used to being together. We had all kinds of fun shopping for a new couch and a dining room set and a few pictures to hang on the walls. It felt special as hell to be buying stuff not for him or for me, but for us.
We found Tyler a job too, now that he had a legitimate address and was just like a regular person. He'd be cruising around town in a delivery van dropping packages on people's doorsteps. His driving record was spotless of course; the guy hadn't been in a car for two and a half years... not the front seat, anyway. I lent him a shirt, helped him buy slacks and shoes, and coached him on what to say in the job interview.
Our official cover story was that he'd been in college the last year and a half but had to drop out when his parents cut him off. At 19, nobody expects you to have much of a resume. I took him out in my car for driving practice every evening until he started work, just to make sure he was good to go. It was only a few months after earning his license that he became a pedestrian again.
And I joined Tyler's gym. We'd go in together every day after work. Now it was his turn to play the coach and I was the eager student. He loved being able to help me out and I loved watching his muscular body flex and ripple, feeling his strong hands on me as he guided me through the exercises, seeing the smile on his face when I pushed the weights up just as he showed me, got the form right, finished my set and tacked on extra reps. Tyler shoved the weights around like an old pro but for me it was a new and very satisfying experience. A month in, I could already feel the difference. With his help I was on my way to becoming a muscleboy.
Needless to say, the sex was amazing. All day long we were teasing each other, building up great big loads that we'd unleash on one another by night. Our showers were always two-man affairs, first thing in the morning and again after we got home from the gym. We spent a good deal of our home time naked or in our underwear, and were hardly ever out of arm's reach of one another. When we hit the bed each night, we'd eat up a good half hour just kissing and cuddling and rolling around on the mattress before we decided if I was going to take his cock, or he'd take mine.
Having him inside me was like a dream. He was the most caring person I'd ever been with in my life, by far, and the way he fucked me showed it. His cock filled me up just right, and when he pumped me -- that thick shaft grinding on my sphincter as he slid smoothly in and out, his fat head reaching in deep, hitting spots no one else had ever touched -- Jesus, he made me blow so hard.
And when it was his turn to bottom, no one could've been more eager. He worshipped my meat like I was giving him a sacred gift; took every thrust with a grunt and a moan that signaled pure delight. With my dick buried to the root in that gorgeous ass and his whole muscular body jerking and quivering, it was all I could do to hold in my load until he was ready to spout. He'd erupt like a geyser, gushing cum all over me and himself and the sheets. His hole would spasm and clench on my shaft and I'd pitch my load into him. We'd pour out our cream for one another until we were drained, and then collapse into each other's arms and cuddle the rest of the night.
But as great as it was, the sex was only second best. Even better were all the random little moments that would happen in the course of a day -- a kiss on the neck while I was pouring him a bowl of cereal in the morning, a strong hand covering mine on the gear shift when I was driving him to work. His shoulder leaning against me as we sat on the couch watching TV.
Tyler'd never had anybody to be in love with before. He treated every moment we were together like it was precious. And it was a brand new experience for me too. I'd had boyfriends in college, but nothing had ever felt like this.
We were easily the most domesticated couple of guys you'd ever see, completely happy just to be with each other and go through our daily routine. Household chores had never been so much fun. I thought of him all through my work day and couldn't wait to be with him again, to push a few weights in the gym and then home for dinner, a little TV, and early to bed.
As the weather got nicer we were spending more and more time at the pool, on the weekend afternoons and sometimes a quick dip before dinner. I could gaze at him for hours lying there on a towel in his sunglasses looking so perfectly contented. With a trace of a smile and each sculpted muscle glistening in the sun, he looked just like a young god.
We were getting to know a few of our neighbors too, the deep-tanned pool regulars in their swim briefs. It was nice to be able to introduce ourselves as a couple. It made things seem official. They'd crack mild little jokes about our brand new matching Speedos and the dog collar that was sometimes around his neck and sometimes mine, and how dutifully we rubbed sunscreen on each other. We'd just grin back at them and ask if they were jealous. We already knew the answer.
I guess it was pretty obvious the two of us were new at being boyfriends. We were still in that starry-eyed phase, always together and constantly doting on each other. Even so, some of the guys would flirt with us and hint around that maybe we'd like some variety. It was harmless enough, the kind of stuff they'd throw out half jokingly while trying to hide their hard dicks. But some just wouldn't let it go.
The most persistent was a guy who called himself Jay, short for Juan or Jose or Jesus or maybe Javier, mid-20s and damn handsome. Bright white smile and lean toned body with skin so smooth it glowed. He wore the skimpiest, flimsiest Speedo imaginable, showing in outline every detail of a thick, hefty, often semi-hard cock. He'd come buzzing around us the minute we got to the pool, acting super friendly but always managing to slip in a little innuendo or two, jumping on any excuse to lay a hand on Tyler's body or mine or "accidentally" brushing against us with his package. Well, it was Houston; there was always a mosquito to shoo away. We'd shrug off the cheesy advances until he got tired and quit for the day, and laugh about it over dinner at home.
It was a Saturday, exactly five weeks since we moved into the apartment. This was a very special day. We'd had ourselves tested for STIs a week earlier, four weeks after Tyler quit working the streets. We did it twice, first at the free clinic Tyler used and again at my doctor's office just to be absolutely sure. The first time we got our results the same day, and both of us were clean as could be. The second would take up to a week to send our samples to the lab and wait for the report.
Today was the day when they'd promised to have the final results. If they gave us the nod, we could go condom-free. And I planned to drag that sweet kid into bed about two seconds later.
But I was called into work, as luck would have it. It'd only be half a day or so but our celebration was delayed. At ten-thirty, Tyler texted to tell me he'd got his results, and he was good to go. I was on the phone to the doctor's office in a heartbeat, and sure enough, I was clean too. From now on, no more latex. There'd be nothing between us but skin.
Not much work got done at my desk after that. They let me go at two o'clock and I bailed out of the office like Fred Flintstone sliding down the dinosaur tail, and raced home as fast as I could. The boys were all out at the pool as usual. I looked for Tyler but he wasn't there. He must have been inside, maybe waiting to give me a surprise.
I strolled to our apartment and swung the door open, and there he was. And there was Jay. The two of them standing close together at the kitchen counter... real close. Both in their Speedos.
For a second I froze. Tyler rushed over to give me a hug while Jay flashed me a guilty-as-fuck look. I glared back at that son of a bitch like I wanted to scorch him to a cinder, and he scurried out of the apartment and disappeared.
"What was he doing here?" I asked.
"Oh, just borrowing some ice. His refrigerator's not working."
"Seriously? That's what he told you?"
The kid shrugged. "Maybe he was just lazy. His unit's at the far end of the complex, and we're right by the pool. Doesn't matter. We still gotta be good neighbors."
I gave it a moment to sink in. "I didn't see him taking any ice with him."
"Yeah well... maybe he didn't want it that bad."
"Tyler, this wasn't about ice. He was just trying to get you alone. He was making a play for you."
He smiled and broke out in a laugh. "Okay, so what? You don't think I ever dealt with people like him before? I chased off dozens of `em, sketchy ass creeps, always thinking they could get something for nothing."
Deep down I knew he was right; he had way more experience with guys than I did, and his survival skills were infinitely sharper. But... "I'm only looking out for you. I don't want anybody to trick you, or lure you into anything. I mean, he's a good looking guy, and you were both nearly naked..."
He laid his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. "Grady, trust me, he's got nothing I want."
Trust me, he said. It stopped me cold. The words hit me like a sledgehammer. I'd worked so hard for months trying to gain his trust, but somehow I still hadn't given him mine. God, I was a shitty person. He'd put his whole life in my hands... and here I was, thinking he'd jump on the very first cheeseball who came along. All of a sudden I felt deeply ashamed.
"I'm sorry," I stammered. "I'm new at this. I was being stupid. I do trust you, completely, more than I ever trusted anyone. I know you can handle yourself, he just made me feel insecure. Please... forgive me."
I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder. Tyler stroked my head and held me. For once he was playing the big brother, and I was the one who needed comforting... and I realized that's the way relationships are supposed to be, each of us being strong for the other when we need it. I held onto him tight, praying my apology would be enough. A minute or two passed before anyone said a word.
"You need a shower," he grunted, deep and low.
I raised my head and looked at him, aware that my eyes had been leaking a little. "Do I smell bad?"
"No..." he grinned. "You need a shower."
Tyler unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it off me and tossed it aside. He unbuckled my belt while I kicked off my shoes and yanked my socks off. My pants came down, and then my briefs, and his Speedo. He took my hand and led me into the bathroom.
I always loved showering with Tyler. It was such a simple thing but so fucking intimate. Washing each other, handling each other's bodies, spreading lather over every curve of his muscles and slipping my fingers into each crevice as I felt his hands doing the same to me... it felt like I was taking complete ownership of his body, just as I was giving him ownership of mine. A shared experience, and a pure expression of love. The way we took care of each other, the sheer joy we felt doing it, left us each with no doubts about our feelings for each other.
This time was even more intense than usual. My emotions were already running high, and those strong hands stroking me, kneading my muscles, made me gasp with utter heartfelt gratitude for having him in my life. I spread the soap over his shoulders, followed the veins down along his biceps. Ran my hands smoothly over that beautiful chest, his nipples standing out proudly, then down over each ripple of his abs to his navel. Slid my fingers around his waist to squeeze and fondle his muscled cheeks. Moved in close until my chest brushed against his and we kissed as we lathered each other's backs, my palms gliding over every sculpted contour, now and again dipping down to slip my fingers into his crack.
His eyes met mine with a smile, and for a moment we just gazed into each other's eyes. I reached for his cock and balls, soaped and fondled them carefully. My cock was already rigid as stone and pressing comfortably between us. I felt his meat plumping up in my hand, growing longer and thicker, stiffening and veering upward. Nothing on earth was better than knowing that gorgeous stud's cock was hard for me.
I eased slowly down before him in the shower, rubbing soap over his hamstrings and calves. Glanced up to meet his eyes; we both knew where this was going, and he smiled at me and nodded. Flicked the head of his cock with my tongue and it twitched, and his hips jerked a little -- it was so fucking cute that with all the time we'd spent together I could still make him jump. Kissed the tip, swabbed my tongue all around, and took it in my lips.
Tyler grunted softly as I plunged his cock into my mouth and all the way down my throat, my wet lips running over his shaft until they were nestled in his pubes. I gripped his balls in one hand, cupped his cheek and teased his hole with the other as I pumped his meat in and out, hitting all his sensitive spots, pulling back and working the head aggressively before plunging the whole shank into my throat again. He stroked my head and rubbed my neck as I sucked him, snagged a handful of my hair and held on tight as I tortured his pleasure zones.
This was my way of making amends, or at least letting him know I was sorry. Sucking a guy's cock, kneeling before him and giving him your mouth, is such an easy way to apologize. It signals you're willing to put yourself in a vulnerable position for the sake of nothing more than giving him pleasure. It let him know his pleasure is as important to me as my own. Not that I didn't get anything out of it. Making Tyler feel good was the most satisfying thing in my life. But there's no better way to show some unmistakably genuine affection.
Before long his precum was flowing salty and thick. The boy always leaked a lot before he blew; it was a handy warning. And as much as I loved to swallow his loads, today I had other plans.
I slid his meat carefully out of my mouth, stood up and faced him. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue searching out mine and attacking it with all due passion. I turned off the water and held him for a moment as it swirled down the drain, feeling the way his muscles grew taut with sexual desire and his hot breath huffed and panted in my ear.
We toweled each other dry gently, like our bodies were something precious. It always gave me a thrill to see his skin so fresh and clean. I nudged him out of the shower and guided him to the bedroom, turned down the covers and we rolled in together and tangled up, arms and legs meshing, torsos softly grinding one against the other. God, I never could have imagined loving anybody so much.
His hands were testing me, prodding, groping, asking me what I wanted. There could only be one answer. I needed his cock inside me, raw and bare. I wanted him to plow me, to unleash himself and fill me with his seed. It was the only way to prove to us both that I trusted him beyond question, the only way to put his past behind us, now and forever.
I reached into the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube, slicked it over his shaft and shoved two slimy fingers up my chute to prepare myself.
Tyler's eyes lit up; we'd talked about going bare for a month but now it was suddenly real. He hugged and kissed me eagerly, drawing out the moment as if he was unsure how to get started. I rolled onto my side to spoon with him and rubbed my cheeks against his crotch, let his stiff cock settle into my crack and flexed my hips to grind it up and down. He wrapped an arm across my chest and pulled me against him tight, grabbed my knee and raised it up and pressed his swollen cock head to my hole.
He pushed in almost hesitantly, making sure I was really okay with it. The sensation of his raw meat entering me, sliding into my hole, aroused me beyond belief. Maybe in truth it didn't feel any different from when it was sheathed in latex; I can't say. But knowing made all the difference in the world. I whimpered gratefully, begged him for more, reveled in every inch he gave me. He pushed in all the way, buried his cock inside me, and I groaned and muttered his name over and over with utter satisfaction.
Tyler wrapped me up tight in both arms and began to pump me slow and steady. He leaned in over my shoulder and I turned my head to meet him. We made out tenderly as he thrust his cock into me again and again in a lazy but forceful rhythm. It was so incredibly fulfilling, too romantic for words. I felt so goddamn connected to him. Our lips and our tongues, his strong arms holding me, his bare meat plumbing my hole. I felt like I was truly his for the very first time ever.
At that moment I wanted nothing more in the world than to be fucked and fucked and fucked by him over and over again. I would've gladly been his bottom boy forever.
And for now, he didn't disappoint me. He just kept giving it to me and kissing me and holding on tight. I loved every single thrust, every slap of his hips against my cheeks. His stiff meat owning me, shoving deep into my pipe again and again.
But after a while I began to feel like this just wasn't quite right. A nice romantic fuck was great but I still had things to make up for; I deserved to be used a little harder. I peeled his hands off me and eased his cock out of my hole, turned over on all fours and thrust my ass out. Tyler didn't need any more encouragement than that.
He quickly moved in behind me, dick-slapping my ass and spreading my knees apart as he positioned himself. In one smooth move he plunged into me, buried his meat to the root and pressed in with his muscled torso against my back. He wrapped his arms around me, one hand gripping my shaft and the other squeezing my nipple as he pitched in eagerly, shoving his meat into my ass for all he was worth.
This was what I wanted, to be taken and used by my gorgeous stud, so he'd know how much his pleasure meant to me. Tyler never pounded or banged me; that would only deaden the feeling for us both. But he railed me with good long strokes, fucking me on sheer animal instinct, drilling in deep and dragging back out and drilling in deep again. Mechanical but in a good way, like his body knew what both of us needed and we could just ride along and enjoy.
Each one of his thrusts was heaven. I grunted and moaned helplessly, loving the feeling of his cock barging into me, gliding in and then out through my sphincter. His own grunts and growls filled my ears. They came from deep inside him, stirred up by the raw sensation of fucking long me long and hard. I knew all his sounds by now and these were the ones he made when he was beyond all thought and comprehension, immersed in the moment, signaling his complete satisfaction. They were just what I needed to hear.
But they also meant he was damn close. Tyler wasn't used to fucking bare, and he wasn't going to last much longer. Suddenly he began jacking my cock hard, trying to make me blow first... always being the nice guy. I was happy to play along because I knew what was coming next.
I gave him fair warning and unleashed myself, clamped down on his shaft and cut loose and spouted in his hand. My whole body shuddered as I gushed out spurt after spurt, each one releasing a burst of pleasure that rocked me to the core. I felt his body tense and his arms clutch around me tight, and then a jolt as he dumped his load into me. The thought of taking his cream and having it inside me was best of all, even better than shooting my own seed. He pitched into me again and again as he squeezed out every last drop from his balls, and I took it all in and felt incredibly happy.
We relaxed and crumpled together on the sheets. Tyler looked at me kinda funny, wondering if I was all right, and I took him in my arms and kissed him and cuddled him like I never wanted to let go. It was his first time actually breeding a guy; I should've guessed.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"Oh fuck yeah. It was amazing. So much better."
I kissed him and stroked his head. "Good, because this is how you'll get it from now on."
"So... you liked it too?"
"Tyler, seriously, that was the greatest time I've ever had in my life."
He smiled, all proud of himself. Then... "Would you wanna fuck me like that?"
"Right now? I can't even move!"
A laugh. "No, not now. Later tonight. Or maybe tomorrow?"
"Tonight, tomorrow, anytime you want. As much as you want."
"Good." He leaned over and kissed my chest, then laid his head down, closed his eyes and cuddled me like I was his pillow. "I'd really love that. And I'm gonna want it a lot."
From here on, there'd be no more ghosts in bed with us. I was his and he was mine, and nothing else mattered.