I started singing full voice, and that actually made him laugh before joining in. By the time we got to McDonald’s, we were having a good time, and by the time we got back to the house, we were friends.
Soon, I realized Ty was using all his breaks just to come find me and talk to me, even if it was just in furtive little sentences. It seemed like he was just trying to spend time with me. It also seemed like he was specifically searching for boxes labeled “Brad” so he could bring them to my room. I asked him about it, but all he did was shrug and say that the boxes had to get into the house, so he was just bringing them in. He was blushing as he said it, though, and a little smile played on his lips.
The tension was killing me. I wanted to fuck his brains out, especially after he got so hot that he took his shirt off and kept working shirtless. I could see all his muscles contracting and relaxing as he lifted box after box, getting slippery with sweat. His body was perfect, lean and muscular, just like I liked, with a sprinkling of hair around his nipples and belly button. I could tell he wanted me, too, since I kept noticing him looking at me when he thought I didn’t see him. Eventually, I took off my shirt, too, so he could see the goods.
I might have felt old and gouty from my recent scholarly cloistering and subsequent alcohol-fueled bender, but I was still just a sporty teenager, and my body looked amazing. I’d been playing intramural sports, getting to the gym, and biking around campus all year, and I was more toned than I’d ever been. No freshman fifteen for me. Instead, I’d put on a few pounds of muscle on my arms, shoulders, and legs, and had the start of a respectable six-pack tautening my stomach. Ty and I could have a really good time…if we ever got a moment alone together.
At the end of the first day, we’d made some progress, but the truck was still half full, so Ty and his father were going to come back the next day to finish the job. My parents sent me off to sign Matt’s time sheet, and I shook his hand. He got in the truck and honked the horn to call Ty, who was still in the house. Ty ran from the house but slowed when he saw me. He stared at the ground and mumbled a good-bye, and I put a grimy hand on his sweaty, sticky shoulder to squeeze it when I replied and told him I’d see him tomorrow. He looked up at me with an exhilarated grin, then hopped in the truck and the two of them were off.
Luck smiled on us the next day. Around noon, my parents had to rush out on a long errand for the house in another part of the city that would take them the rest of the afternoon, so they left me in charge. Ty’s father had to go out, too, since something had broken down in his truck’s engine and he needed to fix it so he and Ty could drive it away when we were done with the move. Ty and I were finally alone.
Nothing happened. At least, not for a while. We both became shy again, barely mumbling to each other as we passed one another. Both of us were nervous, not knowing what to do. We worked feverishly, carting box after box into the house, chipping away at the mountains of belongings my parents had brought with them.
As it got hotter and hotter, Ty retreated into the truck to rearrange some things for easier unloading. I went to the kitchen for a cold drink. I got two glasses of water and brought one of them out to the truck for Ty.
I climbed up into the truck and said, “Hey,” handing him one of the waters.
He said, “Thanks,” and instead of looking away, as he’d been doing, he looked straight in my eyes as he drank it. I smiled and lightly pushed past him, pretending to look for a certain box.
“I’m trying to find a box of my school books,” I told him. “Have you seen it?”
“Hmmm, I don’t think so,” he said, looking concerned.
We worked together, side by side, rearranging boxes and looking for my lost books. We got closer and closer in that cramped, dark space, deep in the truck, surrounded by dusty boxes lit only by the dim lights along the container’s roof. It was sweltering in there, with the sun beating down on the truck, and soon we were both covered in sweat and dust.
I was kneeling right next to Ty now, almost leaning against him, keeping close contact. He wasn’t moving away from me at all, and I knew that if I wanted something to happen, I’d have to act now. Fortune smiled again, though, because at just that moment, Ty lost his balance and fell right into me. I caught him as his chest whumped into mine, and we lay on the ground, him on top of me, our faces within inches of each other.
As I looked into his golden eyes, framed by sweaty curls plastered to his forehead, he stared at me with a mixture of lust, eagerness, and fear. I smiled, then suddenly pulled him closer into me and mashed my mouth onto his.
I’m usually a gentle kisser. I like to take my time and work my way from soft, tender kissing to harder, more impassioned making out, but we had no time to waste. Our sexual encounter had been baking in that summer heat for two days now, and it was ready to burn, so we went at each other with a ferocity I’d never experienced before.
Our tongues were lashing each other’s, delving into one another’s mouths as our lips collided again and again in a frenzied duet. I grabbed his back, feeling those long cords of muscle straining under the damp fabric of his T-shirt. I wrapped my sinewy legs around his waist, pulling him tighter and tighter to me.
I was clearly the more experienced hand at this, and I got his shirt off within seconds, then quickly followed it with my own. Our sweaty chests rubbed against one another, creating a sexual friction that made the boiling truck even hotter. Neither of us had much body hair to speak of, but I had little tufts of it around my nipples and in a happy trail that snaked from my belly button down to my pubes. Ty’s chest and belly were completely smooth, though I could feel the sweaty patches of hair in his armpits that were exuding a strong but somehow intoxicating body odor.
We flipped over so that we were both on our side on the floor, kissing each other, and I quickly busied my hands with unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them down. We weren’t even speaking, just intensely kissing and rubbing up against one another on the dirty floor of that moving truck.
When Ty’s pants were undone, and I had unzipped my own, I shimmied out of them and kicked them away. Then I broke off our kissing to pull his down, too, and threw them a short distance to lie next to my own. He leaned in to kiss me again, but I pulled back so that I could get a glimpse of the gorgeous body that had been twisting against my own. As I stared at him, I stroked his sweaty hair back with one hand and traced the lines of his pectoral muscles with the other.
Ty’s body was even better than I’d imagined. I’d already seen his bare torso, but being this close to it, touching it, was even more arousing than merely watching him. His nipples were tiny and dark, capping the curves of his developed chest. He had a hardcore six-pack that contracted and relaxed with each excited breath he took. His legs were so strong from all the squatting and lifting he did working with his dad, with hairy calves the size of ripe melons, and massive quads that looked like they could lift a car.
We were both teenage boys, and we had been waiting for this moment, so naturally we were both fully erect, but even so, his prodigious dick looked delicate between those mammoth, hairy legs. It was framed by a small tuft of the darkest pubic hairs, curling tightly just like the hairs on his head. If I’d had to guess, I would have said that it was about seven inches, but what really impressed me was its girth. In my excitement, I’d already grabbed it, and noticed I could barely wrap my hand around it, especially the throbbing round head. It had gnarly veins snaking all up and down it, and it was surging with blood from Ty’s quickened pulse.
I heaved my own hips over so that our cocks were touching, and I could see that my own more slender tool outstripped his by about a half inch. I was so turned on by the sensation of our two rubbery rods rubbing against one another as we frotted and made out furiously for another few minutes.
My cock was burning with the friction of rubbing against Ty’s and I did not know how much more time we would have before our parents got back, so I had to move things along. I shifted us so that I was on top of him, and I started to let my mouth wander along his body.
I started with his ears, licking at them, and shoving my tongue into them, making him shudder and grab me tighter. I kissed at his neck, then paused at one of his nipples, giving