Tyler - Create Your Own Adventure 2024 - Part Nine (Patreon)

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Tyler forgot that he was butt naked as he ran after Justin. It was bad enough that Scott had caught him blowing Matt, but his own boyfriend finding him down an alley giving the campus security guy a blowjob whilst he was naked was going to do more damage to their relationship than he could imagine.

Tyler and Justin had met during their first semester of college. They’d had so much in common and had instantly clicked. Before their first week was out, they were spending every spare second together, and quickly became a couple.

As much as he hadn’t realised it at the time, Tyler couldn’t deny that his sex life with Justin had never been the best. Justin was never very spontaneous, and aside from some very vanilla intercourse, they didn’t really do a great deal else.

By the time they’d been together for two years, the sex had pretty much dried up completely, and Tyler was lucky if he got laid more than once a month.

As he ran down another street, his bare feet slapping on the concrete, Tyler couldn’t imagine how badly Justin would react to what he saw. He didn’t believe in open relationships, and he took a very dim view of any gays that took part in public sexual acts.

Tyler ignored the few people he ran past that gasped or laughed or yelled things at him. He rounded a corner and was relieved to see Justin leaning against a wall. The alley led to the street that they’re apartment was on.

“Justin, I’m so sorry. Please let me explain.”

Tyler came to a stop, his hands covering his still swollen cock.

Justin looked him up and down and shook his head. “How the fuck are you naked? And what makes you think I even want to hear you explain? Why do I want to know your rationale for blowing that campus security guy?”

It had been a while since Tyler had properly looked at his boyfriend. Justin’s dark hair was a little longer, his blue eyes were blazing with anger, his slim body was clothed in a checked shirt and jeans, but his shoulders were a little broader than they used to be, and his body had filled out a bit.

“Nice butt,” someone yelled behind them.

Tyler blushed. “Please can we just go back to the apartment and discuss this?”

Justin unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it off to reveal a tank top that showed off a slightly firmer chest than Tyler remembered, not to mention more toned arms. Justin handed Tyler the shirt.

“Wrap that around you and start talking.”

Gratefully, Tyler took the shirt and tied it around his waist as best he could. His butt was covered, but the sleeves tied at the front couldn’t disguise his hard cock. He tried to tuck his dick under the shirt, but all the manhandling wasn’t helping him at all.

Justin scoffed. “Even now, you’re hard as a rock. What are you? Some sort of pervert?”

Despite wondering if that was actually true, Tyler shook his head. “It’s not my fault. I’m really sorry, Jus. It just happened.”

Justin folded his arms, and Tyler was confused that he hadn’t noticed his boyfriend bulking up. Had he been going to the gym?

“I suggest you explain everything right now, or you can find somewhere else to live.”

Tyler raised his hands in peace, but immediately put them back when his dick popped free.

“I’ll explain everything.”

And he did. He told Justin about the guy on Only Fans, about he got turned on by the idea of being publicly exposed and how he’d started to experiment. He told Justin about his trip to the library and his self-dare to remove his clothes in the stacks, before he met Scott and ended up naked. Tyler put particularly emphasis on not doing anything with Scott, before finally explaining his run in with Matt and being blackmailed into giving him head.

By the time he finished, it was starting to get dark, his cock was now aching from being hard for so long, and he couldn’t tell what Justin was thinking.

“I need some time to think about this,” Justin said.

“Okay, let’s go back to the apartment and we can . . .”

“No,” Justin said with a cold look. “You aren’t going near there.”

“What do you expect me to do?”