The Right Price

Chapter 3: Like...

The

Yale

"It's hard being a bad bitch y'all." Tyler continued his jokes. The crowd continued to laugh, he told another and there was applause. He saw the light. "Anyway, before I get off the stage and hand the mic over I just wanna say: Fuck you mom, but also? Thank you so much for the trauma, because now...I'm like, so fucking funny." He grinned as part of the joke and the people laughed again. "Thank you, you've been a wonderful audience. Good night everyone." He replaced the mic and bowed as they cheered and clapped. He exited the stage and the announcer took over.

"That was good, better than last week." Amy told him while she scribbled in her notebook again.

"You know you don't have to do that?"

"Of course I do. I'm gonna be your manager when you make it big. You think I wanna work at that fucking bookstore for the rest of my life? Fuck that." She took another drink of her vodka cran. "Oh, you forgot your joke about being a whore."

"Eh," He waved her off. "I'll remember next week."

"Speaking of you being a whore." She smiled ear to ear. "Sucked any guys off in a bathroom recently?"

"No." He smiled sarcastically back. "And I probably won't, it's been a week and he hasn't texted back. Guess he got what he wanted." He shrugged, playing it off. But part of him was royally annoyed and pissed. After all the stalking, he facefucks him once and Clarks done with him? What the fuck?

"Damn, you know I love to live vicariously through you."

"That's weird, just get on tinder."

"It's not as easy for us straights. Most guys are fucking creeps and I'm saving myself for my husband, Vin Diesel."

"I'll never understand that."

"You don't have to; just know I want to rub his bald shiny head across my soaking pussy."

"Nice, respect." Everyone has their fetish Tyler supposed.

"Well what about Beau then?" She asked taking another drink, he did as well.

"His sister left this morning, then he had to work. Said he'd come by and fuck my brains out after if he wasn't too tired."

"I'll go to the gym." She wrote something else in her notebook. "I love you, but you are very loud when you have sex. I don't know how you managed to not get caught in that bathroom."

"Oh, it was easy really. He held me down, can't talk if you can't breathe." They laugh. "Well, let's stay for the next few stand ups, but then we gotta head home. If Beau doesn't come over I wanna be in bed early."

"And I wanna watch the new episode of

Drag Race

before bed."

"Oooh. I forgot."

"Oh." Tyler moaned as Beau entered him slowly and sweetly. "Oh, fuck that feels so good." His legs were wrapped around Beau and he had his hands clasped tightly on Beaus ass, guiding him in and out.

"Oh." Beau moaned in response. "Fuck you're so tight." He pushed farther in and picked up the pace, still slow and passionate, but steadier. He pounded into Tyler forcefully with each thrust. They moaned and breathed heavy in pleasure. Beau grunted with each heavy thrust. He hadn't fucked in a week since his sister was visiting. His family didn't know he was bisexual, so having a guy over, or going out was out of the question and also not appropriate.

"Fuck me Beau, oh god I missed your cock." Tyler begged him.

"Fuck." He growled in response. Tyler smacked his ass and it sent Beau into overdrive. He started to pound Tylers pussy harder than he ever had. "Fuck. I'm gonna break your fucking pussy. That's my pussy." He grunted with each hump, each collision of his hips with Tylers ass cheeks sending shockwaves through both of their bodies. They both screamed in euphoria as they continued their hot and heavy fuck session.

Sweat glistened on Beaus slender back as he drilled into Tyler below him.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck baby, gimme your cock." Tyler moaned. Beau pushed his legs down and started to pump into him as he assumed a plank position. "Oh! FUCK! Daddy!" This nearly sent Beau over the edge but he held on and kept pumping the satisfying claps echoing off the walls and turning him on even more.

"God I missed this sweet, sweet pussy." He uttered as he changed position and speeds again. He propped Tyler up on his legs as leaned back a bit, he shoved his thumb in Tylers ass as he continued to fuck him.

"Oh!" He moaned as Beau massaged his prostate while he fucked him smoothly in a slow, passionate rhythm. "Oh, god. I'm gonna cum." He exclaimed as he started jerking off. "Beau I'm gonna- Oh!" He shot a rope of cum. It flew in the air, some landing on him some landing on Beau.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Beau exclaimed as Tylers hole spasmed in response to his orgasm. "Fuck - I - Fuck!" Beau exploded into Tyler coating his insides with his babies. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He moaned. He slid out of Tyler, softening and Tyler fell back to the bed. Beau bent over and kissed him then rolled over next to him. "Fuck that was hot."

"Mmm." Tyler agreed. "We're gonna have to start using condoms, you're gonna get me pregnant and we live in Texas."

"I'd ignore every red light on the way to California." Beau laughed. "Or I'd push you down the stairs after pouring straight whiskey down your throat."

"Jesus Beau, that's fucked." Tyler laughed.

"What? I'm not ready to be a father."

"Yeah but Jesus." Tyler looked at him with a furrowed brow. They laughed.

"Mmm. Well, I'm almost ready to go again." He shuffled down to Tylers hole and started eating him out.

"Oh god, again. That's like what five times tonight?"

"Seven." Beau corrected between licks of his puckered pussy lips. "Fuck you taste so good."

"Oh my- oh. Oh fuck get up here." Tyler pulled Beau up and switched positions, engulfing Beaus growing cock. The mixture of Tylers ass juices, the lube and Beaus cum was covering the thick dick. "Fuck how is your recovery time so fast?" Tyler asked continuing to suck.

"I don't- I - oh gah- I don't know." Beau moaned. "Fuck. Ride me." Tyler didn't need another invitation. He climbed up and sat on Beaus lap, guiding the now fully erect cock into his throbbing hole. He moved his hips back and forth, grinding and bouncing as Beau released yet another volley of baby batter into Tylers full anus.

They fucked four more times before falling asleep.

Tyler woke up and reached over, Beau wasn't there. He heard the shower running, however.

"Beau?"

"Yeah." He responded. "Almost done. Wanna join me?"

"Mmm, yeah." Tyler said, sitting up and stretching. He reached for his phone. "Be right there." He had a message.

Hey, sorry for not getting back to you this week. We had some big meetings I got called into. I need to see you. You free today?

It was from Clark. He looked it over again and contemplated.

Did he believe him? Did he want to see him? Tyler thought to himself.

Sure

he responded.

Send me the address and time.

He sent a second text.

Tyler walked into his bathroom, moving the shower curtain.

"Got room for another?" He stepped in and Beau smacked his ass, immediately squatting down and shoving his face between Tylers' fat cheeks. They both moaned as he happily ate last nights loads out of Tylers' hole.

"Sorry I'm late." Tyler said as got out of his car, parking next to Clark. "I hit every fucking red light on the way here." Tyler breathed in the fresh air of Zilker Park.

"No problem, I was early anyway." Clark responded. He dressed casually today. A simple black t-shirt and some black shorts, very short, shorts. They hugged his ass, thighs and crotch perfectly. "Wore these just for you." He winked noticing Tylers' lingering gaze.

"Just for me?" He said noticing some lingering looks from passerby's.

"You're the only one I cared to dress for anyway." Clark laughed giving Tyler his own lingering gaze. He wore a similar outfit. A navy-blue shirt and some beige shorts that were a bit baggier and longer than Clarks. "Although, I'd prefer you wearing a thong, a jock...or nothing." He licked his lips.

"Okay now, down boy." They started walking towards the park. "Why here?" Clark was carrying a blanket and a cooler.

"Because it is a nice day and I wanted to get to sit down somewhere and get to know you. I realized all I really know about you is that your ass juices taste fucking great, you give phenomenal head, you're funny and that you work at a restaurant." Clark said stopping under the shade of big tree. He laid the blanket out while Tyler grabbed the other end and helped.

"Don't forget I have big, fat ass." He joked.

"That was a given." Clark flashed his thousand-watt smile and his emerald eyes sparkled, even in the shade.

"Well I don't really know anything about you." Tyler sat down, crossing his legs. Clark joined him, placing the cooler next to him, leaning on it. He left his legs open, Tyler knew on purpose, and his cock flopped out through the leg. "Other than that." He said looking down to Clarks thick, uncut cock.

"He misses you by the way." Clark tucked his monster away. "Ask away, what do you wanna know sugar." That thick country tone sent a shiver down Tylers' spine. A good one.

"Okay, where to start." He pondered. "Let's go with the basics. Name, height, age...position..." Tyler teased.

"Hmph." Clark chuckled. "Clark Price, six foot four, six foot five in shoes, twenty-nine, and dominant, aggressive, top." He reached into the cooler and took out two waters, handing one to Tyler. "But you knew that."

"Some of it. Where you from?" Tyler asked as Clark took a deep gulp of water, his Adams apple bobbed up and down as he did. It was so hot, it almost looked like one of those slow-motion shots in a movie and it weirdly turned Tyler on.

"Here, born and raised. You?" He asked.

"Ohio. Parents moved to a small town out east when I was about ten. I moved here after college."

"Why?"

"For stardom, why else?" Tyler now took a drink. "Where'd you go to college?"

"Yale." Tylers' mouth fell and water dripped down his chin.

"Like

the

yale?" He asked. Clark reached over and wiped the water away, brushing his thumb across Tylers' lip.

"Yup." He smiled. "My dad wanted the best for me. He came from nothing, lucked into some money, built up his company and sent me and my sister to very prestigious schools. You have any siblings?" Clark asked, but suddenly some very obvious dots connected in Tylers' head.

"Wait a minute. You said your dad owns a business, is that Price Development? Like the one you work at?"

"Mhm. He was about thirty-two when he opened a small construction company. Year I was born actually. He landed a huge contract with the city and soon his small company was expanding." Holy shit, Price Development was like a huge,

HUGE

, company. It was worth billions. "We're actually opening a Seattle office. That's why I was so busy this week."

"Fuck." Tyler mumbled. "Like fucking fuck. Price Development."

"I know." Clark nodded.

"I come from white trash and you come from fucking Price Development." Tyler blurted out. There was no way in any multiverse Tyler Harris lucked into a date with Clark fucking Price.

"Well technically I come from Abraham and Janet Price. I guess Price Development would be my sibling." Clark joked.

"Fuck." Is all Tyler managed to say.

"Anything else to say, or are you trying to tell me that's what you want to do. Because I think my backseat has room."

"No, I mean - I wouldn't doing the sex again with you, it was great the first time. Amazing actually. I have dreams about that blow job- but I just. I think I need a minute." Tyler took a deep breath. "I just - I don't know how I..." He trailed off.

"So you dream about me?" Clark cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh don't take it too personally, you're not always the one giving it." Tyler tried to play it cool and keep Clarks ego in check. He already had a big cock and big bank account; he didn't need a big head too. "Most of the time it's high school gym coach, sometimes it's Elliot Stabler. From Law and Order: SVU."

"Elliot Stabler?" Clark asked.

"I don't know what it is about him, but since I was like twelve..." Tyler shrugged and threw up his hands. They laughed. The two continued talking, getting to know each other, and watching the patrons of the park.

Time passed as the two learned about the others weird cartoon crushes, favorite movies, films books, and music. Clark scooted closer to Tyler and Tyler scooted closer to Clark. Soon they were laying on their sides, heads resting on their hands as they looked into each other's eyes laughing and sharing embarrassing stories.

"Prom king, really?" Tyler asked as Clark finished his prom story.

"Yup, came out to my date that night too. She was a little upset, but she said she'd figured it out when she caught me looking at Tommy Grays ass one too many times."

"Ha, so you've always been an ass man?"

"Sure have. What about you?"

"Oh I've always loved a man with a nice ass, but I love when a man has a nice chest too." Tyler chuckled reaching over and grazing Clarks nipple over his shirt. He leaned back and laughed, even the way he laughed was sexy.

"Good to know, but I meant prom. King? Queen?" He raised a brow laughing.

"Uh, no." Tyler said. The uncomfortable memory of his high school prom coming back to him. "I actually didn't go to my prom."

"Oh." Clark sobered. "Why? Oh, you don't have to if you-"

"No, it's fine I - I just didn't feel like going alone watching everyone dance and be happy all night while I sat in the corner watching them be in love while romantic country music played over the speakers. So I picked up extra shifts at work." Tyler explained. That was half the reason, the other half was that the guy he had been secretly hooking up with called him a faggot and told him he'd never go with him to the prom. He had a girlfriend anyway. Tyler was dumb to think he'd go with him.

"Well, you didn't miss much."

"Says the prom king." Tyler rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"The closeted prom king. I couldn't be my real self. Kinda sucked."

"I'm sure it did for the Greek god Adonis." Tyler laughed again.

"Actually," Clark laughed and nudged Tylers' shoulder. "Adonis wasn't a god, and I wasn't this hot until college. I was popular because of my dad. His money. Never really knew who liked me for me back then."

"Must've sucked." Tyler leaned a bit closer. "Sorry." He could feel the heat from Clarks body now. His breath from his lips. "But I just want you to know. I don't like you for your dad's money." He looked up into Clarks eyes, and discreetly lowered his hand down to his crotch.

"Huh," Clark sucked in a breath. "Really?"

"Really." Tyler gently squeezed and in response, Clarks dick started to expand. "I like you for you...r money." He joked and Clark laughed a deep laugh. "Well and your very thick and big cock."

"Do you now?" Clark inched closer and kissed Tyler softly on the lips.

"Yes, and I'm very horny. I suggest we go back to your car and you fuck me until I can't walk, like you said you imagined doing." Tyler started to rub slowly and kissed Clark again.

"You don't have to tell me twice. Let's go." They both stood up and gathered their little picnic and rushed back to Clarks very roomy back seat. Clark shoved the shit in the trunk while Tyler crawled into the backseat. Thankfully most people had left, it was later in the day. They had been at the park for a few hours at this point. The parking lot was mostly empty.

"Fuck." Tyler moaned as Clark climbed on top of him and closed the door, kissing him hard and fierce as he fumbled to get his dick out of his pants. He pulled his shirt over his head and left it on his shoulders to get it out of the way. "Fucking Christ." Tyler said at the site. It was his first time seeing him shirtless and Clark truly did look like a god. "Are you sure you're not Clark fucking Kent?" He asked, pulling him down to his lips and running one hand over his strong, broad chest. Clark pulled Tylers' pants off and threw them in the front seat.

"Fuck, I might be." Clark chuckled as Tyler played with one of his nipples. They laid missionary for a while, making out. Clark rubbing his cock, dripping precum, on Tylers quivering hole. "Oh god, I've been waiting to do this." He nibbled Tylers lower lip and he moaned arching his back as he moved his hand down to his pussy, starting to massage it.

"Shit. Fuck." Tyler moaned, running a hand up Clarks back and gripping his hair. "Oh god, please eat me out." He begged.

"As you wish." Clark grinned, moving down and lifting Tylers ass up to meet his lips. "I've been wanting to do this since we met." Without another word, he dove in.

"Oh! God!" Tyler exclaimed as his own cock burst into an erection. "Oh- fuck - oh my-" Tyler kept writhing as Clark darted his tongue in and out of his hole.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet." Clark moaned, coming up for air for only a moment before diving back in. Tylers legs tensed, trapping Clark between his legs, but he didn't mind. He kept going adding a finger to the mix to maximize Tylers pleasure. With his free hand, Clark started jerking Tyler off.

"Shit Clark!" He moaned, completely under Clarks control. No one had ever seen to his pleasure like this. Tyler used his own free hand to reach down and make sure to service Clark rock hard penis. It felt harder and bigger than it had in the bathroom last week.

"Oh fuck baby, cum for me." Clark commanded and almost as if he controlled Tylers body, he erupted into hand. Pearl after pearl fell onto Clarks fist as he clenched Tylers shaft, never stopping his service of Tylers hole. He laid Tyler down and started to collect the cum. He leaned back and started coating his cock with Tylers' semen. "Can I fuck you now?" He asked.

"Yes." Tyler said rolling to his side. Without further thought or invitation, Clark lifted one of Tylers' cheeks and spit. Then he slid his cock head in. "Ahhh!" Tyler winced in pain. He had never been fucked by someone so big.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay. I'll go slow. I promise." Clark inched in. His foreskin pulling back and revealing his cockhead to the velvet soft insides of Tylers man cunt. "Oh." He shuddered as he inched in more and more.

Tyler bit his lip to stop from crying out in pain. He laid one hand on Clarks hard abdomen. He slowed, stopped and waited for the green light to continue. Tylers hole started to stretch to accommodate his girth. Tyler nodded and with one quick thrust Clark forced himself all the way in.

"Ahh!" Pleasure exploded through both of the men once Clarks penis breached the inner sphincter. "Fuck." They both moaned in a union of euphoria. Clark started to pull out, then slammed back into Tyler slowly, but with force. Again.

Again.

Again.

They moaned together as Clark started to fuck him. Pulling almost all the way out and then plunging all the way back in.

"Oh god, I'm close." Clark leaned down, kissing Tyler and whispering in his ear. "Can I fuck you harder?"

"Yes." Tyler responded. And Clark did. Clark started to fuck him wildly. Like a jack rabbit. Like a fucking porn star. He drilled into him so hard, Tylers' ass was turning red. He wouldn't be able to sit for a week. Clarks dick was hitting Tyler's prostate and his own cock sprung back to life. "Oh god, Clark I'm gonna-" But he couldn't finish his thought, partly because the ecstasy shut his brain down, and partly because Clark clamped his hand around Tyler's throat. Tyler responded by clenching his ass muscles and humping into Clarks rhythm.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna - I'm gonna - FUCK - I'm gonna cum inside you. I'm gonna fucking breed you like the fucking bitch that you are!" Clark exclaimed as he plunged all the way in one final time. As he did, ropes of cum exploded into Tyler. The warm liquid filled Tylers intestines as he himself came hands free from the force of the ejaculation.