I quickly wrote “We need to talk, it’s not like that.” And hit send.
My phone beeped way too quickly with a text message.
“Your number has been blocked by recipient.”
Just then the fire bell rang again. Fuck! Now I would have to go act normal in front of people when I all want to do is stay in my room and die.
The next day when my shift was over I drove right home hoping Tyler would be there waiting. His blue car was no where in sight. Thinking he might have walked to my house I rushed inside. Dead quiet. I looked in my room just to be sure. Empty. I sat on my bed and tried calling him.
“Your number has been blocked.”
I tired calling him using *67 to block my number
“This number does not accept blocked calls.”
I got back in my truck and drove to Tyler’s house. There was a Black Mustang and a little blue car in front of the house. I knocked on the door and Tyler’s brother answered.
“You need to leave, now!” He said pointing away from the house.
“I want to talk to Tyler.”
“Not going to happen.” He said as he folded his arms and puffed out his chest filling the entire doorway.
Even though there was no way I could get by him I moved for the door. He placed the palm of his hand on my chest and stopped me.
I yelled into the house “Tyler, I need to talk to you! Call me! Or come see me!”
“It’s done man, go find yourself some other guy to violate. He can’t be that important to you if you were hitting on me.”
And he was right, at the time I had come on to him he didn’t really mean anything to me. He was just like all my other hookups at that point. It wasn’t until later that day that I had realized how much I liked Tyler. I stormed off and drove home.
Over the next few days I sulked in my house. Every time I heard a car I would jump up and look out the window, hoping it would be Tyler. Every time my phone rang my heart would race until I looked at the caller ID.
Why did he matter to me? What the hell is so damn special about Tyler? I have been with more guys than I can count. Those guys were just as good looking. Many of them were more toned and ripped than he was. Tyler even had tan lines! Not like Alan. His naked bronze body was flawless. Tan from head to toe, a six pack that could make any gay guy melt into a sexual pile of ooze.
But I knew what the difference was. Tyler had depth. He was a real person that wanted more out of out relationship than just a hookup. Alan, like so many others, was just a shallow fuck. I met Alan online. His pickup line was “You look good man, wanna fuck?” Two hours later his ass was full of my cum. After sex he got dressed and said “That was fun, we should do it again sometime.” And we did, many times. But he didn’t want to do anything else besides fuck and leave.
One night I was sick of feeling lonely. I got dressed and went out to my usual club on the other side of town. As I walked through the front doors into the club the music was blaring, and it was difficult to make my way to the bar through all the guys that were dancing. I tried to convince myself I didn’t know why I came here. I ordered my drink and stood at the bar waiting for it. The bar was slightly sticky from spilled drinks that weren’t properly cleaned up. The club smelled like cologne and sweat.
I turned from the bar and looked at all the guys dancing. It was like watching a nature show. Most everyone was here for one reason. Everyone was in different stages of the mating ritual. There were the guys at the bar, most of them were still looking for someone, or waiting to be noticed. There were guys talking to each other, checking each other out to see if they are interested in their possible new mate. Most were dancing, a form of ritualistic foreplay. Others were leaving the bar together, successfully having found a mate to pass there seed onto or into. Then, holy shit, there was those two, who apparently couldn’t wait to get home to pass on there seed. They had better hope the bounce doesn’t see that!
The topless bartender set my drink down and said “Five bucks.”
I gave him his money, the mating ritual is expensive. The outside of my glass was wet from the carelessness of the bartender sloshing my drink around. I was just about to slam the whole thing down my throat when I felt someone grab my ass. There was a warm wet feeling on the back of my ear as someone licked it, then whispered “Glad to see your back. Whaddaya say we get out of here and fuck?”
It didn’t even turn me on. I was so sick of this lifestyle.
“I’m sorry. I am not really in the mood right now.”
“Then what are you doing here?” He asked
“That’s a real good question. Here have a drink.”
I handed him my drink and made my way to my truck.
One month later
The only thing I enjoyed was work. The only time I felt really good was when I was on a call. A few hours into my shift I got my break.
The alarm bell sounded and the dispatcher called across the intercom “Two vehicle injury accident 34th and Pine.”
I was assigned driver of Engine 311 today. We all ran out into the apparatus bays and put on our gear. I jumped into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The diesel engine came to life. I put on my headset so I could hear our dispatcher and I pressed the button for the bay door to open. My captain got in the truck and turned on all of our emergency lights. I could see them flashing on the bay door as it went up. I heard the back two doors slam shut and someone slapped their hand on the center console twice, my signal that everyone was in the truck. I released the brakes and pressed on the accelerator.
The truck rolled out of the bay and my captain called dispatch on his headset “Engine 311 responding 34th and Pine.”
The dispatcher said “Engine 311, a two car injury accident with entrapment.”
As I turned on the street from our station my captain turned on the siren. Traffic was barely moving. The blare of the siren cleared a path down the center of the street. I pressed hard on the accelerator and the diesel engine wound up and you could hear the turbo start to whistle and the truck gained momentum. One little car didn’t move, he didn’t notice us. I had to slow down quickly as I pulled up behind him. My captain pulled the air horn chain and the loud blast caught his attention, the car whipped out of the way and once again you could hear the horsepower of the engine bring the truck back up to speed. In my mirror I could see our ambulance catching up to me. As I passed straight through an intersection I saw the ambulance turn behind me. For safety he went a different direction. If one of us gets caught in traffic, at least the other will make it to the scene.
After a few more blocks I slowed the truck and turned left. Just as I did I could see out ambulance pass through the intersection in front of me. I turned at the next intersection and saw two obviously wrecked cars.
Our captain called dispatch “Engine 311 on location.”
I secured the truck and we got a hose line out in case one of the cars catches on fire.
“Ryan, I am putting Jeffries on pump, you’re on jaws! We have one trapped in the blue car!”
Jeffries is going to be pissed, he will likely have nothing to do running the pump, but he is relatively new and doesn’t have as much experience as I have with extrication.
The engine crew had already brought the jaws tools over to the car and the ambulance crew was in the back of the car holding the patients head still in case he has a neck injury.
This was the best part of my job, to be able to help people that really needed it. I am not happy that they are hurt but it is a rush to be part of the team that saves their life. As I walked up to the car my emotions changed. My personal life and work life had just collided. Sitting in the driver’s seat was Tyler. He already had a neck brace on and the EMT in the back seat was holding his head preventing him from turning it.
I barked out orders to the crew, “I want that roof off now! Get those spreaders over here and get this door off!” You, get the ram so we can roll the dash!”
A few men on the crew looked at me funny. They were used to my calm demeanor which was not currently present.
I went to the back window and asked the EMT “How is he doing?”
“Nothing obvious, but he says he was going 55 when that car hit him, possible head injury or internal problems.”
The efficient crew had the roof removed off of the car and the driver’s door off in no time.
We put Tyler on a backboard, set him on the gurney and rolled him into the ambulance. I got into the ambulance and told one of the guys to get out and cover for me.
“The captain is going to be pissed.” He said
“I know, tell him I made you do it, I’ll take the blame.”
Alex was in the ambulance with us, he was assigned to be on the ambulance with the guy I just kicked out.
“Let’s go!” Alex yelled to the ambulance driver.
This whole time I had avoided looking at Tyler’s face. When I did I could feel my emotions building. But I kept my wall up. As an EMT I have a wall that I put up to block out any emotions that I have for the patient. I usually only have to use it with young people and kids. There has been some really heart wrenching things stored behind that wall in the past. Then later, when I am alone, usually in bed, I let the wall down and cry. It’s my way of dealing with it. But I have found that I have to eventually let the wall down and deal with it or it will consume me.
I checked all of Tyler’s vital signs and Alex recorded my findings. After I had completed everything that I could do physically I had to check on Tyler’s mental well being as I would with any patient.
“Do you know what day it is?” I asked
“Today is Tuesday the third.” Tyler said
“Do you know what happened?”
“I was in a car accident.” Tears started welling up in Tyler’s eyes. His lower lip quivered a little and he said “And you’re here to help me.”
Seeing him cry put a big crack in my wall. I had to use every ounce of strength I had to keep it up.
“I’m scared Ryan.” He said very softly
I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. I lost control for a moment and a single tear rolled down my cheek. I took a deep breath and regained a little control quickly wiping the tear away.
I leaned over and whispered to him so Alex couldn’t hear, “I will be here with you for as long as you want me to be.”
He squeezed my hand tightly and looked at me with a soft smile on his face. For a moment we just sat there looking into each other eyes.
I looked up at Alex and he quickly looked down at his paperwork.
At the hospital we unloaded Tyler and rolled him into the ER. Alex and I filled out our reports for the call and he said “Alright we should get going.”
“I’m sorry, I am not going anywhere. Tell the captain I had an emergency and I won’t be able to finish my shift.”
“Can I give you some advice?” Alex said
“What?”
“You know my cousin that I introduced you to a few weeks ago at the station?”
“Yeah.”
“Would you like me to tell the crew that Tyler is your cousin?” He put up his hands and made air quotes when he said cousin.
I knew Alex was gay, but he even fooled me when he brought his “cousin” to meet us.
“Yes, you can tell them that he is my “cousin””.
He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it, “I hope your cousin is ok.”
“Thank you.” I said
After waiting for an hour I was allowed to see Tyler again. He was in a small room lying in bed.
“Well, you gonna be alright?”
“That depends.” Tyler said
“It depends? On what?” I asked a little perplexed
“On how this conversation with you goes.”
I pulled up a chair next to his bed and squeezed his hand.
“I am so sorry for what I did. You mean so much to me and I don’t want to lose you.”
“If I mean so much to you why would you try to get with my brother?”
“First of all, I didn’t start to realize what you meant to me until after I did that. And second, I wasn’t tying to get with your brother. He doesn’t realize or won’t admit he is gay. So I thought if I showed him he liked guys then maybe he would leave us alone.”
“My brother isn’t gay!” Tyler laughed
“Remember how quickly you picked me out as being gay? You need to look at your brother around hot guys and see what your gaydar picks up. Not to mention that rock hard boner he had when I pulled down his sweats.”
“Oh, God! Can we not talk about my brother’s penis! Please! Yuk!”
“I know it’s not a very good excuse, and it wasn’t right, but I did that for us. If I had realized how much I liked you earlier I never would have done that. I should have found a different way to deal with him.”
“I am not excusing what you did, but I can get past it. But so help me god if you do something like that again!”
In a sarcastic voice I said “Maybe you shouldn’t let me go so easily. I should probably be punished.”
I put my hand on his chest. He had on a thin hospital gown.
“Ow ow, broken ribs!”
“Shit, I’m sorry! Broken ribs huh?”
“Yeah, I can go home in a few hours, everything else was ok.”
“You should stay with me. I will take better care of you than your brother. I can think of a few things I would do for you that he wouldn’t do.”
“But where would I sleep, you only have one bed?” Tyler said in a playful tone
“Well, we can pretend it’s a bunk bed. I like the top the best, but I am willing to be on bottom sometimes.”
“I love it.” Tyler said
When we got back to my house I went into the bathroom and started filling up the bathtub.
“What are you doing? Tyler asked as he walked into the bathroom.
“Get your clothes off. I’ll help you get cleaned up.”
Tyler started by taking off his shirt. He started to lift up on it and groaned in pain.
“Let me help you with that.”
I stood up and pulled his shirt off. I could see a bruise where his ribs were broke. I gently ran my hand across it. I was gently enough that he didn’t pull away when I did it. I missed seeing his body.
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. I could see his flaccid penis curled in his boxer briefs. I took off his slightly sweaty socks. Then I pulled down his boxers. His penis was half erect but still dangling between his legs.
He stepped into the hot bathtub. It was so hot he had to slowly lower himself in. He groaned a little as he lowered himself because it pulled on his ribs. The muscles in his upper legs tightened as he lowered himself. I watched as his butt crack disappeared into the hot water. Then the water came up in between his legs and covered his growing penis and slightly hairy balls. He leaned back and rested his body.
I took a washcloth and dipped it in the water. Then I rubbed a bar of soap in it and started cleaning Tyler. I scrubbed his upper chest across his nipples, and then very gently wiped his ribs where he was hurt. I washed off his arms, lifting them so I could wash his underarms. He leaned forward so I could scrub his back. I put some shampoo in my hand and rubbed it into his dirty blonde hair. I massaged his scalp for a lot longer than necessary, but I enjoyed it, and I am sure he did too. I helped him lean back until his hair was underwater so I could rinse the soap out.
I had him stand up so I could take the washcloth and wash his legs. I could feel his light brown leg hair under the washcloth as I ran it up and down his legs. He spread his legs slightly so I could clean under his balls and I reached between his legs to clean his asshole really well. I cleaned his dick with my soapy hands.
He sat back down in the water to get the soap off and I went to the other end of the bathtub and cleaned his feet. I rubbed them with my soapy hands as we talked. I rubbed the bottom of his feet really hard with my thumbs, and explored in between his toes with my fingers. His bathwater was a grey soapy color.
I had Tyler stand up and I rinsed him off with the hand held shower nozzle. He stepped out onto a towel, and I dried him off. With the lid closed I sat on the toilet and had Tyler stand in front of me. I took my shaving cream and lathered up his balls as I held his dick up. I took my razor and gently stroked it down his balls shaving off his ball hair. I did it with precision, having mastered the technique on myself. Not a single drop of blood or scratch. I could tell that Tyler was nervous the whole time.
Without getting dressed I took Tyler to the living room. I still had all my clothes on. I told Tyler to bend over.
He said “I don’t think I can have sex right now, it will hurt too much.”
“Don’t worry. What I am going to do won’t hurt. You’ll love it.”
He got down on his hands and knees and I approached him from behind. His butt cheeks were spread open and I could see his asshole. I placed my hands on his cheeks and felt how muscular they were. I gently spread his cheeks with my hands and put my face up to his butt. I placed my tongue on his asshole and started to run it up and down across his hole. It tasted clean. I could feel his hole pucker up then relax. I lathered up his whole crack with my spit and my tongue explored the whole thing.
I had Tyler roll onto his back and I took his penis in my mouth. I could immediately taste his pre cum. For almost a half hour I sucked off Tyler. I sucked him slowly, enjoying his dick in my mouth and letting him relax for a while. It was warm in my house and Tyler’s ball sack hung really low. I played with his balls in my hand, and put his sac in my mouth. His loose skin felt soft as I licked it. It was really smooth since it had just been shaved.
I never did vigorously suck his dick, but after so long my soft sucking and nibbling of his penis brought him to a climax. He didn’t say anything but I could tell it was coming. He leaned up a little so he could watch and I eagerly sucked and waited for him to fill my mouth. After a few more strokes and a few moans from Tyler I tasted his white, warm, oozing cum spill into my mouth in several bursts. I didn’t swallow it right away. I kept stroking his dick in and out of my mouth. His dick was lubricated with his own cum now. It really turned me on to think that the wet stuff that I felt between my lips and his penis was cum. His warm slightly bland tasting cum sloshed around in my mouth as the head of his dick poked in and out.
Tyler was done cumming and his dick was getting too sensitive to continue. I pulled back, taking his dick out of my mouth and I swallowed his cum. I savored the feeling as the warm mouthful of cum slid down my throat. I put the head of his dick back in my mouth and sucked it like a straw. One more little drop of cum came out of his piss hole and I swallowed it. Tyler had a slight body spasm when I did this because his dick was so sensitive.
“Come on, let’s go to bed.” I said
I followed Tyler’s naked body up the stairs. His butt was right at my eye level. I looked down at his bare feet as they stepped up the carpeted stairs. His heel hung off the stairs, only the front of his feet and toes touched the steps. I undressed and climbed into bed with Tyler. I spooned up against him with my dick against his butt and hugged him.
“Ribs! Ribs!”
“Sorry, keep forgetting.” I said
After a few moments of quiet Tyler said “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I said and I put my nose in his hair and smelled it.
After a few days, Tyler decides to go in to work. His boss told him he wanted him to work half his normal shift for a while so he doesn’t over do it.
I was getting ready to eat some leftover pizza when the doorbell rang. As I walked past the window I saw a black Ford Mustang parked in front of my house. I took a deep breath and decided to deal with this. I opened the door and Tyler’s brother pushed me inside and closed the door.
To Be Continued…