I
He slid his hand up Chris' leg, into his loose Quiksilver boxers. His own dick was rock hard from all the months of anticipation and dreaming about this moment. Chris was lying on his back, his eyes close. He brushed his hand across Chris' smooth balls and Chris squirmed. He knew Chris was enjoying this, but probably not as much as he was. Chris' boxers did not hide his hard on very well. He slid the blue and green boxers off and there in front of him was Chris, totally naked, at last. He moved in between Chris' legs and moved in. his tongue lightly touched Chris' balls and again he squirmed. He moved his tongue up the shaft of Chris' cock and he was about to slide his lips over the slightly pink head when...
"I'm addic--
I'm addicted to you"
Tyler rolled over and found the off button on his alarm clock. He was pissed. Not only was it time to get up not only did he have to go to work, not only did he hate that song, but his dream had been interrupted. His dick was so hard it hurt and he thought about jerking off, but he knew he needed to get ready for work. He got up, grabbed his shit and tried to get his boner to go away. He opened his door and made sure no one was between him and the bathroom. He half ran to the bathroom covering his tented boxers with the clean pair he had in his hand.
Finally in the bathroom he took a piss which was not easy because of his hard on. He shaved and jumped in the shower. He started to think about his dream and, as if automatic, he began soaping up his dick. He would alternate stroking with actually bathing, but his hands always found their way back to his cock and balls. Tyler closed his eyes, trying to remember every detail about his dream. Still sliding his soapy hands over his dick he felt the inevitable about to happen. His body tensed, his legs weakened and he shot his load. It spurted from his dick landing on the back wall of the shower. Three or four shots and he was done. Tyler suddenly remembered he had to get to work and cleaned up his mess and jumped out of the shower. He dressed quickly and left his house for work.
II
Tyler was 22. He didn't look it and he knew it. He was 6'3", and had brown hair and eyes. Throughout high school and college he had played water polo and he still managed to keep his slender muscular body to this day. His uncertainty about his future and his lack of ability to save money meant Tyler still lived at home and worked a terrible job. He worked at a fast food restaurant that was only found in California and a couple places in Arizona and Nevada. The pay wasn't bad, but he just hated working with food. Besides the paying well, this particular company also seemed to only hire attractive young people to the job did have its pluses.
Tyler had known for a while that he was gay. He kept it to himself for a long time because he knew how people reacted when others said they were gay.
He was what he called a `normal' gay guy. He liked sports, baseball especially, and wasn't feminine in any way. That was also the kind of guy Tyler was attracted to. He always found himself hopelessly attracted to straight guys. And there were a lot of hot straight guys he worked with. Because of the type of job, many of the employees were high school students.
Tyler had a thing for younger guys and a few of the high school guys he worked with were fucking HOT. As much as he hated his job he did enjoy certain aspects. He had jerked off many time thinking about the bodies of the 16 and 17 year olds that he worked with. He would get a hard on just thinking about them jacking off their own dicks at home, probably to Playboys stolen from their dads.
III
Tyler got to work and opened the locker room door and standing in front of him was Chris. The same Chris he had been so close to giving a blow job in his dream. Chris was hot. He was about 5'9", bleached hair, blue eyes and a sexy smile. He had just turned 17 and could not stop talking about his new truck. He was standing in the locker room without a shirt. Chris was tan, from surfing probably, and he had the beginnings of a six pack and pecks. Both of his nipples were pierced with barbells. Tyler made sure not to stare and he had built his image of Chris' body over many weeks and months of sharing a locker room.
"Oh shit, sorry dude," said Tyler.
"Don't worry about," Chris said in that voice all surfers his age seem to have.
Chris finished dressing and left the locker room, leaving Tyler alone. He quickly locked the door and slipped off his pants. He had a fucking hard on. A hard on he needed to get rid of quickly. He thought for a second about getting off right there but he heard a voice and the doorknob turned and he pulled on his uniform quickly. Than god he had locked the door.
The day was uneventful and dragged by. An occasional hot guy would come through the drive-thru and at lunchtime some students from the nearby high school came in. Tyler saw a couple he wouldn't mind fucking, but he knew nothing would ever happen. Finally he was off. He went home, walked straight to his room, turned on his computer and got ready to find some porn.
IV
One of Tyler's favorite websites was a site that allowed people to post their pictures and they could be rated. Of course everyone thought they were hot and posted half-naked pictures along with their face shots. Tyler loved to search for all the 18-year-olds. He did this because he knew many of the results would be for 16 and 17 year olds that had to put 18 because you couldn't go lower than that on the scale.
For some reason 16, 17 and 18 year olds love to show off their bodies. They would post headless pictures showing themselves straining to flex their stomach muscles and arms and chests. Tyler loved it. Even at 16 many of them had better bodies than people his age.
Tyler slipped off his pants and started to play with his dick. H would close his eyes and imagine the guys sitting on their beds jerking off with friends. He would go from profile to profile saving the ones he knew he would want to see again. With his dick hard he would pull it through the front of his boxers and stoke up and down the shaft. Tyler always had a lot of pre-cum. He would use it as lube, sliding his hand over his dick head and down again. He had even tasted it on occasion.
He found one profile he really liked. It was a 16-year-old that lived less that twenty minutes from him. He listed his hobbies as skating (of course), snowboarding (of course), and riding his dirtbike (of course). Tyler clicked on one of the pictures to enlarge it. It showed the top of pants or shorts with boxers sticking out of the top, and flexed abs.
Tyler started stroking faster, imagining shooting his load all over the smooth skin. He clicked on the next picture. More abs, and this time the chest was visible. Tyler loved nipples. He wanted to lick this boy's nipples and suck his dick. Tyler kept stroking, his dick was dripping pre-cum. The next picture sent him over the edge. The boy was standing shirtless, pulling his boxers down revealing the beginning of his pubes. Tyler could just imagine the 16-year-old's dick in those boxers and he wanted to see it and grab it and suck on it. He wanted this boy in front of him, fucking his face. He wanted to grab this boy's ass and guide him in and out of his mouth.
Tyler was stroking hard and harder. He would close his eyes and think about all he wanted to do to this kid. He was pounding his dick and he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the hot abs in the picture and he knew he was going to cum. He reached for his cum towel and shot five quick shots, the first one flying over the towel and hitting his desk. He finished shooting his load and wiped up the mess. He got dressed and knew it was time for a nap.
God, he needed to get some for real, and soon.
To be continued...