Hey guys, here's the second chapter in the series about 23-year-old Grady's relationship with Tyler, a 19-year-old hustler. To refresh your memory, Tyler's been living on the streets of Houston for the past two years after his parents threw him out. Grady took him in for a day to give him a decent meal, wash his clothes, hang out as friends... and they ended up sharing some benefits as well.
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Ever since that day I spent with Tyler, I'd been keeping an eye out for him. If I drove past a convenience store at night where young guys were hanging out, I'd look to see if he was one of them. Whenever I drove beneath a freeway overpass I'd check to see who was hiding underneath. I guess I wasn't a very good stalker. Six weeks had gone by, and I never once saw a trace of him.
Things hadn't ended on the best note between us. He's the one who'd misunderstood, but it was all my fault. I knew if I could just talk to him again I could smooth things over and show him I only wanted to be a friend. But really, I would've settled for just knowing he was okay.
It was the middle of November, a chilly, rainy Wednesday night, and the roomie and I had gone out to the movies. We got home around eleven. I opened the gate in front of our apartment, and there on our doorstep was something that looked at first like a pile of old rags. It took me a second to realize it was a person, crumpled up on the concrete, wearing black jeans and a black hoodie. I saw a head of bushy hair like corn silk and my lungs seized up.
"Tyler!" I blurted out.
"You know this guy?"
"Yeah, it's Tyler, he's..." I squatted down to take a look at him. His skin was pale; his lips and fingertips were blue. It looked like he'd been lying there a while, getting rained on. I shook him but he didn't move. "Fuck, he's out cold. And he's soaking wet."
Rob stood there, not sure what to do. "Should I call an ambulance?"
I zipped down Tyler's hoodie -- true to form, no shirt underneath -- and felt his chest. It was cold. He had a pulse but it was slow and weak.
"There's no time, he's freezing to death! Help me get him inside!"
Between the two of us, we managed to haul him in through the door; passed out and completely limp, he felt like he weighed a ton. We carried him into the bathroom and put him in the tub. Getting the hoodie off was no trouble, but his boots and jeans... soaking wet and a tight fit to begin with, it was murder wrestling them off him. Finally we had him stripped down to his briefs.
"Okay, that's as far as I go," Rob said, and quickly ducked out the door. Typical straight guy. He thought it'd be a catastrophe if he saw another guy's dick.
But when I peeled Tyler's briefs off, I felt a little damaged myself. His big, beautiful cock was shrunk to barely a twig and his balls were drawn up tight.
I filled the tub with water, not scalding but hot enough to get a reaction out of him, if that was even a possibility. He began to get his color back pretty quick. When the water was up to his nipples he twitched a little bit, and made a couple sounds like he was talking in his sleep but couldn't form actual words. I checked his pulse again; it was a lot faster and a whole lot stronger. All those were very good signs.
I let him soak until I thought it'd done him as much good as it could, keeping one arm around him the whole time to make sure he didn't slip underwater... and okay, because I felt like holding him too. He was still unconscious and not moving but at least he was warm. I drained the tub and did my best to towel him dry. I could hear the TV in the living room. I called out to Rob.
"Hey, could you come here and help me for a minute?"
Rob showed up in an instant but stopped short at the doorway when he saw Tyler lying there naked and not moving. "Is he alive?"
"Yeah. But he's still out. I think he's been drugged, like roofies or something."
"Maybe we should take him to the hospital."
"He doesn't have insurance, I'm sure of that. He's got no money and probably no ID. They'll treat him like shit. Let's keep him here tonight. If it's roofies he should be okay in the morning, and if he's not, I'll take him somewhere."
"Okay."
"Help me get him to bed. Grab his legs."
Rob hesitated. "Umm, could you maybe cover him with something?"
"God damn it, princess! Grab his fucking legs! His dick isn't gonna jump up and attack you!"
Rob let out a little sigh to show he was under duress but he did what I told him to. We carried Tyler into my bedroom, pulled down the covers, laid him out on the mattress. I started to take my clothes off but my roomie was still standing there, gaping.
"You're gonna sleep with him?"
"Sleep, yeah. That's all. And we've been in this bed together before."
"Okay, I was just..."
"I know. Thanks for your help. G'night."
I stripped down, turned off the lights and crawled in from the opposite side of the bed. For a minute I just watched and listened to him breathe. Even in the dark he was a gorgeous guy. I touched his neck to check his pulse again, felt his chest to make sure he was still warm. And I couldn't help myself, I let my hand drift down over his abs to his package. His balls were hanging nice and low now. His cock was soft but meaty; it felt good in my hand.
It sounded like maybe he was wheezing a little bit. He might've caught cold in the rain. I was worried he might choke, so I eased him onto his side... and moved in close behind him, spooning with him to keep him warm, one arm draped across his chest. I stayed awake for quite a while, worrying about him, listening to his breath and feeling his heart beat, pressing my nose to the back of his neck to inhale his scent.
"Grady?"
My eyes opened slowly. It was morning already; sunlight was bleeding in through the blinds. I was flopped over on my back and Tyler was lying next to me, propped on his elbow, watching me. I looked into his eyes and smiled.
"Hey Tyler."
"How did I get here?"
"I really don't know. We found you outside." I rolled on my side to face him. "What happened to you last night?"
He thought for a minute, and sighed. "A guy picked me up. We went to his place. He asked me if I was thirsty... I swear, I never drink anything somebody gives me, but it was a brand new bottle of water, I saw him open it... I guess I was stupid."
"He tricked you. It's not your fault. Don't feel bad about it. He's the shithead, not you."
"Yeah. I knew something was up the way he was looking at me. I only took like two sips. And then I started feeling a little fuzzy, and I just bailed. Went out the door and started walking, as fast as I could."
"And you found your way here?"
He shrugged. "I don't remember anything after I left his place, but I must've been nearby. I guess I was on autopilot. I always kept your place in mind as somewhere safe I could go, y'know, in case of emergency."
"It is safe. And you're always welcome here."
"Thanks." He smiled. "You always take good care of me."
Tyler gazed into my eyes in a way that just about ruptured my heart. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips, soft and incredibly sweet. My cock was so hard for him it ached.
"How are you feeling now?" I asked him.
He chuckled. "Still thirsty."
"Right, you must be dehydrated as fuck. Come on, I'll get you some water... from the tap. Can you walk?"
"I'll be okay. Don't you need to go to work or something?"
"Nah, I called in last night and left a message. I'm taking a personal day."
"For me? Aww... cool."
I checked the clock on my nightstand. Rob had gone off to work already; we'd have the place to ourselves. We rolled out of bed together, me with a huge erection that I hoped would pass for everyday morning wood, and him dangling long and limp.
Tyler was still a little lightheaded and wobbly. He swayed a bit at first so I wrapped an arm around him, but he waved me off and instead leaned on my shoulder for support. I led him to the kitchen and poured him a great big glass of water. He downed it all at once so I poured another, and he chugged about half of that and sipped down the rest.
"Better?" I asked.
"Yeah, much."
"Good. I'm gonna take a shower."
"Me too!" he said quickly, and followed me to the bathroom.
I had to piss like crazy. Luckily my bone had softened a bit and my kidneys aren't too bashful; I had no trouble letting loose a powerful stream. Tyler nudged in next to me and pissed along with me, shoulder to shoulder, grinning like an ape. I couldn't help smiling. I hadn't pissed with another guy like that since I was a kid at Boy Scout camp. And I couldn't help remembering those camping trips were some of the very first times I'd been aware of having feelings for guys.
We stepped into the tub together and I pulled the curtain shut and turned on the shower. Tyler reveled in the stream of hot water, turning one way and the other to let the jets drench and massage each muscle, and I grabbed the bar of soap and started rubbing it over him. He grunted appreciatively as my hands glided over every contour of his body and worked their way into each crevice, then took the soap away from me and began to lather me up just the way I'd done for him.
When we were both good and sudsy from head to toe he pulled me in and wrapped his arms around me. We stood in the stream with hot water pouring over us and our bodies flush together, his cheek pressed to mine and our hands clasped to each other's backs making sure we wouldn't get away. Our skins felt slick and smooth and wonderful. Our cocks were squashed together, standing straight up, both as stiff as could be.
Neither of us said a word. We just stood there holding each other, letting the water wash over us, breathing in thick clouds of steam. I'd swear I could feel our hearts beating one against the other through our chests. I wouldn't have moved an inch for anything in the world.
Finally he cocked his head back and looked me in the eye. Our lips met instinctively; our tongues were drawn together. We kissed long and deep, unleashing all our feelings in a flood of unrestrained passion that made my head reel. I honestly wasn't sure if those soft, pleading whimpers I heard were coming from him or from me.
Tyler slowly loosened his grip, and I took his cue and did the same. We rinsed off the rest of the suds and I turned off the water and pulled the shower curtain open. He grabbed a towel from the rack and we took turns swabbing each other dry, gently worshipping one another's bodies all over again.
He gave me a grin, took my cock in his hand and squeezed and fondled it, then released it, kissed my cheek and backed off. From anyone else it might've felt like a tease, but somehow I got the message he was only cooling us down for now so we could have an even bigger finish later.
"Your clothes are probably still wet," I told him. "And I'm guessing they're pretty filthy too, you were lying on the pavement a while. But I can give you some things to wear."
"Why don't we just go naked today? If we're only gonna be inside the house..."
Even better. "Suits me. So, breakfast?"
"Yeah!" He was all grins.
I draped an arm around his neck and steered him into the kitchen. "Sorry, we're all out of eggs. But I've got a big box of Wheaties. You can put raisins on it too, if you want."
"I love Wheaties. And raisins." Jesus, he knew how to keep my cock hard.
I filled two big bowls with cereal, sprinkled a handful of raisins over each one and drowned them in milk while he found the jug of orange juice in the fridge and rummaged in the cupboards for glasses and spoons. We carried it all out to the living room and set up on the coffee table, then snuggled in next to each other on the sofa.
The guy was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. I couldn't help looking him over for a moment before we dug in. He caught me looking, caught my eye, grinned and tackled me. Next thing I knew I was flat on my back and he was lying on top of me. His bare muscled body felt so incredibly good weighing down on me I could scarcely catch my breath. He mashed his lips against mine and his thick wet tongue curled into my mouth, and we made out like we were both dying for it. My arms were wrapped around him squeezing with all my strength. Our legs were intertwined, rubbing against one another in a way that had my heart pounding.
It was a few minutes before we came up for air. "Hey umm," I said, "your Wheaties are getting soggy..."
"That's okay, I like `em soggy." And he grinned and pitched into me again, kissing me deeply with unbelievable passion. Everyplace our skins touched I was lit up as if I was on fire. His tongue and mine together felt like we had a connection that reached clear down to my toes.
Finally he broke it off, neither of us really wanting to, but we were hungry after all. We dug into our meal and Jesus, it tasted so good. Better than cereal ever had before. Every couple spoonfuls one of us would glance over and the other'd glance back, and we'd pull each other in and share another long kiss and a spark of raw passion and the taste of each other's breakfasts, like we couldn't stand to be disconnected for too long. Our cocks were standing rigid and eager but we kept our hands off, understanding without either of us saying a word that we were in no hurry and would get there in due time.
Tyler amazed me to no fucking end. This was a kid who'd been living on the streets for more than two years, giving up sucks and fucks in sleazy motel rooms and back seats of cars and dumpster alleys to any godawful creep who offered him a few dollars in exchange. And yet he was more loving and more goddamn soulful than any of the losers I'd met on the apps, guys who had real jobs and conventional lives and supposed self-respect, but who wanted nothing more than a suitable warm body with a dick or a hole for a quick fifteen-minute, semi-anonymous blow-and-go. At least Tyler did what he did for survival. Those others were mostly just bored, and too selfish or too lazy to stay the fuck home and jack off.
We polished off our Wheaties and orange juice and sank back into the sofa cushions, side by side. His fingers drifted over and interlaced with mine. We sat there holding hands, boned and stark naked, and it felt like the most romantic moment of my life. I glanced over with a smile and Tyler smiled back.
"What now?" he asked.
"Back to bed."
We scrambled off the sofa together all grins and scurried into the bedroom, dove into bed together without even bothering to shut the door. We wrestled playfully, climbing all over each other, grabbing and squeezing and stroking whatever we could reach, giggling like little kids. Finally he corralled me, wrapped me up in those beefy arms and kissed me. I squirmed and wriggled in his grip and kissed him back, loving every fucking second.
Tyler held my shoulders down on the mattress while he kissed my neck and my collarbone, moved slowly down my chest, flicked my nipples with his tongue and nibbled and sucked on each one. He kissed his way down my breastbone to my abs, planted a firm hand on my chest and grazed over them with lips and tongue. I stroked his head and ran my fingers through his hair, too breathless to tell him how good it made me feel. He reached my navel and licked and lapped at it and my hands instinctively tightened into fists, gripping a handful of his hair and the strong thick muscles at the back of his neck.
My cock was as stiff as could be and begging for attention, and that stud didn't leave me waiting. He licked long and slow from the base all the way to the tip, his tongue so flat and wide it curled around the sides. He kissed the tip of my cock, then spread his wet lips over the swollen head; my whole body jerked with the sudden rush of sensation. Then he slid it into his mouth nice and steady, sucking in inch after inch to the back of his mouth, into his throat, till his lips were buried in my pubes.
I whimpered and moaned softly as he sucked me in and out, dragging his lips all the way back up my shaft and then plunging my meat down his throat again. This was no porn-style playacting; Tyler sucked me like he meant it. He was genuinely committed to worshipping my cock from end to end, using his mouth to give me as much pleasure as he possibly could. And damn, he was good. A few short minutes and I could barely hang on; I wanted to blow in his mouth so bad it was giving me the shakes. I gently pushed him off me, pulled him up alongside me, kissed him and rolled him over onto his back.
"My turn."
I could've attacked his cock in a heartbeat but there was that beautiful muscled body laid out before me. I just had to give it a taste. I buried my face between his pecs, reveling in the silky patch of hair that tickled my nose. I gnawed on his nipples and mouthed each sculpted ab, traced the lines of his body with my tongue from his waist all the way down to his crotch.
His cock was ready for me, straight and rigid, but I couldn't pass up those balls. I sucked them into my mouth one at a time, then both together, and Tyler squirmed and grunted. I rubbed the base of his cock with my nose and he let out a low, growling moan. It excited me to no end, hearing those sounds and knowing what they meant.
There was no point in waiting any longer; it was time for the main course. I wet my lips and mouthed his shaft, up and down, until it was bathed in my spit. I licked his cock head, ran my tongue all around the rim, and once more he growled low and long. Then I took that fat head in my mouth and pushed it in, massaging his thick shaft with my lips as I sucked it right down to the root.
I'd never swallowed a cock that big so easy. Something must have made me open up and take it, as if my body knew just what I needed. I sucked him so damn eagerly, bobbing on it with long, deep strokes, throating that cock like it was the most natural thing in the world. And I could tell from the way Tyler's salty precum was dribbling onto my tongue that he enjoyed it just as much as I did; he desperately needed a suck from a guy who saw him as something more than another slab of beef on the meat rack.
But we were still far from done. What I wanted from him wouldn't end with a load of his cum down my gullet. I eased his cock out of my mouth and looked him in the eye.
"I need you inside me so bad..."
"You have condoms?" he asked.
"You know where they are."
Tyler reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He pulled out a packet and tore it open, rolled the latex onto his shaft while I kissed his neck and fondled his balls. I grabbed the bottle of lube and poured out a big glob, slathered it over his sheathed cock and then plumbed my hole with my fingers. I began to position myself on all fours but he stopped me, rolled me onto my back and lifted my knees high.
"I wanna see your face," he told me. "I wanna look into your eyes."
He pressed his cock head to my hole, pressed and waited until I loosened up and let him in. He slid into me just an inch so I could get used to his size, then another inch. I begged for it all and he shoved it in, glided into me smooth and slick, stretching my hole to the limit but in a good way, filling me with his meat.
Tyler fucked me slow and steady. He drove his big cock into me and drew it back, over and over, so gently it made my toes tingle and curl. Our eyes were locked in on each other, breaking contact only when he leaned in to kiss me. It felt incredible; I felt so connected to him body and soul, and each time our tongues met was like an electric charge.
I reached down to stroke my cock but he grabbed my wrists and pushed them up over my head, pinned them down to the mattress. Suddenly I was his captive and that was more than enough to keep me hard. The way he handled me, so strong but so gentle, made my cock stiffer than ever, had me leaking precum that dripped on my abs, pooled in my navel, oozed over the side of my body and onto the sheets.
That beautiful stud kept on pumping me, never pounding, giving me his cock instead of forcing it on me. He made me feel like we were truly together, sharing sex and not just two separate people each trying to get off. His easy rhythm aroused me more and more with each smooth thrust, pushing me closer a nudge at a time toward what I knew would be a shattering climax. His meat deep inside me, gliding in and out, stirred up sensations I'd never come close to feeling before. It was like a whole new part of me I didn't even know had been missing.
As he kept on working me so goddamn carefully, Tyler's breaths came shallow and quick and his skin was shiny with sweat. His occasional grunts were becoming a lot more frequent, higher in pitch and drawn out longer. His muscles tensed at the end of each stroke and the veins on his arms stood out boldly. He was desperately trying to hold back his load, and the thought of him cumming made me so fucking excited I could barely hold back my own.
I moaned loudly; his cock was hitting me in just the right spot. I whimpered and begged him for more. His face was beet red. He leaned in to kiss me again, and his abs rubbed against my frantic bone, and it was all over.
I lurched and gushed out a slug of hot cream that splattered between my abs and Tyler's, spurted again and again as my hole seized up and spasmed on his thick meat. His eyes gaped wide and he drove into me as deep as he could, and his body jolted and bucked as his cock erupted and poured out his juice. We jerked and thrashed together, spilling our seed for each other, draining our balls and holding onto each other with all our strength.
When we'd both finished twitching he rolled over and lay beside me. I wanted to tell him how fucking special he was, how much he mattered to me, everything I felt. But when I looked into his blue-gray eyes, they were blank. The connection was lost. He was somewhere else. I'd forgotten we didn't live in the same world. If I said what I wanted to, I'd only risk pushing him away. Again.
Still, I couldn't leave it like this.
"Tyler... I was worried about you last night. I mean really fucking worried. If anything ever happened to you, it would wreck me."
"Thanks, Grady. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you being here for me." He sounded very sincere.
"I'd like to spend more time with you. Not just for this, but for... whatever. Hanging out. Being friends."
He frowned. "Well, I don't really have much time in the evenings. I need to be making money, enough to feed myself at least, and... you know."
"Yeah, I get it. But how about one night a week? Just one night. We can hang out a while, and you can either sleep here or go your own way. Does that sound good?"
"Well..." He thought it over. "Yeah, cool. I could do that. But I can't really promise, I mean I'm not on a schedule..."
"Don't worry. I'll be here for you when you're ready. And whenever you need to get going... oh... fuck!"
"What?"
"Your clothes. I was gonna throw `em in the wash. I forgot. Sorry."
"Not a problem." He grinned, squeezed my shoulder, and his eyes lit up all over again. "We've got all day."