It was a warm summer day, and I was ready to hang out with my best friend of 6 years. We shared the same name, Tyler, and yet we weren"t too similar. I was more conscious of people"s feelings, and he was only interested in his own. Except with me. For some reason, he felt strongly to how I felt, and he actually cared if I had an opinion. It was magical.

We had just graduated out of high school, and we were soon going to depart for college. We both turned 18 throughout the school year. I knew we would miss each other, and we planned on hanging together as much as we could until September came around. My house had a pool, so we spent a lot of time there. This day was just like any other, but it would end like never before.

He arrived just like normal and we were just playing Xbox while trying to decide what to do. After a while, we just decided to hang out in the pool. It was hot out, so this idea was welcome. We both got changed into our bathing suits and went outside. He was about 6 feet tall, and I was 5"10". He had short brown hair that was usually spiked up, and I had black short hair. We were both pretty fit because we spent our mornings in the gym. We were a good match. I always thought he was attractive, but I never had the courage to make a move. I was bisexual, but no one knew that, not even him. And as far as I knew, he was straight.

I opened my back door and went out onto the patio. He was already swimming around, making laps. I took a second to admire his strong, muscly back. I took my shirt off so I was just in my shorts, and jumped into the pool, splashing him as he swam. He stopped and came to sit along the wall with me. We talked about anything random for a while, doing nothing. We eventually started to do random tricks into the pool, being very bored. The sun started to set so we decided to get out. My parents were out of town for the weekend, so I broke out a bottle of vodka. We sat on my back porch, watching the sunset, drinking back some drinks. After a while, we were slightly tipsy, and we went inside. He told me he wanted to shower before he changed, and I told him he could use the bathroom connected to my room. I sat on the couch watching TV while I heard him turning the shower on. After a little, I heard the shower stop. It was about 20 minutes after that that I realized he was still up there. Figuring he fell asleep on my bed (again), I went upstairs. My door was cracked open. I quietly approached the open door, and peered inside. He wasn"t asleep. He was naked, by my drawer, trying on my underwear. I liked underwear, so I had different kinds of Calvin Klein boxer briefs, briefs, and even a thong.

His body was amazing. He had a slight six pack, and was very slim. He had his back to me, so I could see his perfect ass through my red Calvin Kleins. He was looking at himself in the mirror, his hands moving down his perfect body and grabbing his package, which looked magnificent. His tanned face was admiring himself he handled his bulge. He looked back in my drawer and pulled out my white thong. He looked around and I backed away from the light of the door. He looked back after a second. He dropped my boxer briefs down his legs. His soft yet large penis bounced out from them, soft. I stared at his fantastic body, my own cock getting hard in my shorts. He kicked the briefs aside, and put his legs through the strings of this delicate piece of underwear and pulled them up. It cupped his whole package perfectly. The string slid up his perfect round ass and filled his crack. He turned around and examined his back side in the mirror. He seemed satisfied with what he saw. By this time, my cock was fully erect, and was bothering me in my shorts. I looked down at my crotch, and tried to adjust my hard cock as it pushed against the fabric. As I was adjusting my own package, a shadow came across the light being cast on my plaid shorts. I looked up quickly at the open door to see the eyes of a god staring at me.

I quickly turned and muttered a "Sorry." He flung the door fully open and pulled me in. My head was still slightly dizzy from our drinks, but luckily I didn"t trip. He threw me onto my bed, and I looked at him standing at my feet. He was still in my thong, and his body still looked phenomenal. I watched as his amber eyes raked my body. I was just wearing a tshirt and my shorts, which still had an awkward bulge where my deflating cock stood up. He looked me in the eyes, and I looked at him.

"So you wear these things?" He said, looking down at his package.
"Not often, but yes." I studdered, wondering what was going to happen.
"It looks great on me, and I like how it feels on my ass hole."
"Oh..."

His hand went down to his prominent bulge and adjusted its contents. I sat up on my bed, still looking up at him. I was only eye level with his ribcage, which brought me closer to his hips. He took a step closer to me, our legs touching, and he brought his face close to mine. I stared longingly into his eyes, urging hard to kiss him. But he went past my face. I thought he was passing out, but his lips made contact with my neck. He knew that that is one thing that turned me on most. I was so surprised that I couldn"t do anything but take it in, breathing deeply. When I realized what was happening, I took my left hand and put it on the back of his head as he sucked and kissed my neck, breathing out his hot breath. This gave me goosebumps. He stopped and pulled away. Looking at me, he said:
"Are you turned on?"
I shook my head aggressively and he smiled.
"Suck my cock." He said. I looked at him, puzzled. He smiled a drunken smile and said:
"I need a release. It"s been too longs since I"ve came. And I know how you look at me. Don"t act like you don"t want to."
He grabbed his package playfully.
"Well, if you insist." I said. I was so happy.

He pulled me closer, pushing my face against his rippling abs. I liked them, feeling his hands on the back of my head, pushing me on. I kissed and licked his perfect body and started to go down closer. I put my hands on his perfect ass, feeling the muscles tensing beneath. I looked up to his head. He had his eyes closed and his head tilted to one side, clearly enjoying this. I took it as my cue to move closer. I moved my busy tongue and mouth downwards, feeling the top edge of my thongs on my lower lip. I moved my hand and felt the underside of his hard package. He was obviously erect, and it was big. I felt around his pounding bulge as I moved my tongue into the thong. I started to pull it down but I found it hard to slide it off his cock. I pulled away and ripped the thong down. I was almost hit in the face by his huge cock. It was about 7.5 inches, and pretty thick. I pulled the thong down and fully off, feeling it clenched in his strong cheeks. I looked in amazement at the cock I"ve been waiting for, as he flung his hand to the back of my head again. He tried to force my face onto his cock, and I pulled back a little, looking timidly at the waiting, throbbing rod. He looked down at me again:
"I want my cock in your mouth. I want to cum in your face."