Gay Short Story 'Ty'
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Ross “What? Never said it hurts when you
think all I care about is sucking your dick? That it hurts to see you with a
black eye and I didn’t do shit to stop it? Should I have to say
anything?”
He never felt like this before, and as he stared at Ross he felt a strange feeling way down
in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he had always liked Ross, had always
thought of him differently than he had thought of other guys. Strange, until
they had gone camping last year he never really believed that he was gay but
when they had sat around staring at the magazine pictures, seeing Ross’
hard cock had changed all that.
It was a penthouse magazine and he realized that his own hard on wasn’t because of the big
boobs but because of the way Ross was talking about it. About how it must
feel to have them rubbing up against a naked body and he knew there was more
to the words than he had thought. Strange, but as he stared at Ross right
now, he saw that same distant look in the eyes as he had that night in the
tent, that first night when they had both jerked off to naked girl pics.
Ty “I don’t know, I mean you never say
stuff like that, I just… I mean…”
Ross “Yeah right, you just figured I was
like what, a dumb ass jock like Keith? That all I wanted from you is a
blowjob? That’s it isn’t it Ty?”
Ty “No, well not really, fuck how am I
supposed to know what you want from me? You never tell me.”
Ross “You never tell me either, fuck you
have only shown up to one track meet and unless its Thursday night you
hardly ever want me to come over, so what am I supposed to think?”
Christ, all this time and Ross was feeling
the same way he was? It was amazing but as Tyson stared at Ross he could
feel the ache, the pain that Ross was feeling and he realized just how much
he really did want to have more than just a few hours every Thursday night.
Ross was right too, he did avoid him but not because of what Ross thought
was the reason, just that he didn’t trust himself to spend more time with
Ross. God, the guy was hot looking, the way his dirty blond hair would fall
around his long slender neck, it drove him crazy and he wished he could just
reach out and kiss it but then he always pulled back, afraid that Ross would
freak. Now it seemed that that was exactly what Ross wanted from him or was
he hearing this
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