Tyler and Reese - 6. Chapter 6

Words. Inside Tyler's head.

"God I needed that."

...as he contemplated the generous strings and splats of cum up his belly and chest and shoulder, a little shot on his face (between his nose and his left eye), and other generous splodges distributed wildly around the bathroom.

Tyler felt like himself again. A good regular heavy ejaculation sees to that.

"God I needed that."

He mopped around, mostly ineffectively, with some tissue, leaving smudges to turn to smears around the bathroom, and dampness to turn to crusty flakes on his belly, chest and shoulder. He did manage to wipe his face properly, and enjoyed the smell as he did so. His boner was slowly - very slowly - relaxing. He felt great. Absolutely great. All over. Confidence restored, everything.

As he mopped around, and pulled his joggers and sweat back together, he contemplated the images that had flashed through his mind during the brief, explosive jerk that filled the few seconds between getting into the bathroom and ejaculating all over it. Rowers, yes. Rowing rowers. Then naked rowing rowers. Then just naked rowers. Then - oh no, please no - naked Reese. Skinny as twigs. Naked. He shook the image out of his head determinedly and vigorously, took a deep breath of post-ejaculation bathroom air, and felt his softening semi hang in place back in his joggers; it felt good. He felt good. Alive again. A good jerk, that's what it needs.

He felt *so* relieved to have found a fellow non-New-England type. Reese and Tyler against the world! He felt it in images, of course, not in words. The image of naked Reese flashed into his mind again, naked Reese in this bathroom: he shook it away again, determinedly, though his softening cock twitched a little to attention before relaxing some more.

Reese and Tyler against the world. He felt fantastic, and ready. He would go out and bond with Reese.

Reese spoke first, which is good. "So eh.. long trip?"

An easy first lob from Reese. Tyler flashed a huge genuine relaxed and relieved smile. "Four hundred forty two miles."

Tyler's smile dropped slightly during Reese's long monologue that followed. He saw, or heard, or felt, or something, a geeky boy not fitting in wherever it was that he came from, and now transplanted here, to not fit in again, but trying hard, really hard, to bond with Tyler. Reese and Tyler against the world! Might as well go for it. Reese's monologue trailed off, and Tyler felt genuinely affectionate towards the kid, genuinely bonding, genuinely ... protective, amongst other things ... but also ... protected. Yes, protected.

Tyler beamed a huge happy gentle affectionate (even playful) smile at the struggling boy, one that would say "ah, don't worry, you're cute, and I like you", if Tyler thought in words at all. His semi rolled in his joggers.

He remembered something. His face lit up. "I'm Tyler. I row. Do you..."

Tyler's voice trailed off as he looked Reese up and down, but it was too late: the sentence rolled out "...do any sport?"

And in his embarrassment, especially having just looked him up and down to assess his body, Tyler's mind was once again filled with the image of naked Reese; and, to his ongoing surprise, and even greater embarrassment, he liked it. A lot.