The Right Price

Chapter 5: You Just Said That Was My Pussy!

"You okay there?" Tyler asked Beau as he rocked back and forth on his penis. The whole time they had been fucking Beau had a far off look in his eyes. He hadn't eaten Tylers ass with the usual vigor.

"Yeah." He grunted as he drove his hips up to meet Tylers movements. "A lot on my mind is all."

"Okay, well hurry up you gotta get to work." Tyler said pinching Beaus nipples the way he liked. He leaned down to kiss him. Beau didn't seem into it. In all honestly Tyler wasn't really into it either, but he was horny and Clark had been busy all week. He kind of felt guilty. Clark hadn't made it official, but Tyler got the vibe that they were more than just fuck buddies. At least he wanted to be. He was just too nervous to ask him himself.

"Oh." Finally a moan from Beau. Tyler started clenching his inner walls just the way Beau liked it, trying his best to milk a quick load out of him. He bounced lightly up and down, sending a clapping noise echoing through the room. Beau moaned again and nibbled Tylers' lips. He clasped his hands around the back of Tylers' neck, holding him in place. "Raise up some." Tyler obliged and Beau started jack rabbiting up into him.

"Oh shit!" Tyler moaned in pleasure as the man below him brought them both closer and closer to orgasm. "Fuck Beau." He breathed as Beau held his lips to his and fucked deep into his hole.

"Whose pussy is this?" Beau asked, pulling Tylers' head back. Tyler didn't want to answer that so he just moaned. "I said," Beau reached up and brought his hand down hard on Tylers' ass. "whose pussy is this!"

"Ah! Yours, Beau. Yours." Tyler gasped. He sensed some anger behind the smack, his asscheek felt like it was on fire.

"That's right." Beau wrapped his arms around Tyler and spun them around so that Tyler was on his back, looking up into Beaus' eyes. "Say it again!" He commanded as he put Tylers legs behind his ears and thrust his dick back into Tylers' man-cunt. "Whose pussy is this!" He fucked harder.

"Ah! Yours!" Tyler moaned half in pain and half in pleasure. Beau hadn't fucked him with this kind of ferocity in a long time, but this time was different. Tyler couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Oh, it's yours Beau! It's your pussy." He cried as his toes curled.

"Oh! Fuck! That's right." Beau released himself into Tyler. His head rolling back and his shoulders flexing as he pumped thrust after thrust of hot, steamy cum into Tylers pussy. "Fuck, baby!" He exclaimed, grabbing a fistful of Tylers' hair and diving his tongue into his mouth. "Mmm." He moaned into Tyler, Tyler moaning his own pleasure as he felt himself get filled with his old fuck buddies cum.

"Fuck..." Tyler moaned as Beau pulled out of him. Beau wiped sweat from his brow. "Need to shower again before work?" He asked.

"No, I'm good." He replied rolling off the bed and grabbing his pants. "I gotta get to work." He said coldly.

"Yeah, I know and you smell like sweat and sex. Take a quick rinse before you go." Tyler offered again.

"I said I'm good." Beau snapped, standing up and buttoning his pants.

"Fine, go to work smelling like ass." Tyler was annoyed. Beau shrugged and scoffed, muttering something. "Okay, what the fuck is your problem?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." He argued.

"Bullshit! Tell me." Tyler got up and found his own pants, slipping them on.

"You really wanna know?" Beau turned around, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Yeah." Tyler gathered the rest of his clothes, fixed his hair.

"Who's that guy from the other night? You seemed really buddy, buddy with him?" Beau asked in an accusatory tone.

"What night?" Tyler asked slightly offended. What did it matter to Beau? Why did he care?

"At the

Lions Den

after your set, I came by to surprise you and you were all but fucking some guy." Beau walked angrily to Tylers' desk chair and had a seat. Crossing his arms, he gave him a look.

"Do you mean Clark?" The night danced across his memory. "We held hands, kissed sure. But we weren't fucking!" Tyler was now fully offended. It definitely

didn't

matter to Beau. "And what does it matter to you?"

"Well I'm your boyfriend aren't I?" Beau said in an angry tone. Hurt behind it.

"What?" Tyler was now shocked. Taken aback. Buffooned. He and Beau were

far

from boyfriends.

"Yeah. We've been dating for months now right?"

"Ha!" A short laugh escaped Tylers lips and the hurt look on Beaus face instantly made him regret it, but he had to fight not to laugh more. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh Beau but...boyfriends? Dating?" He took a seat at the end of the bed now. "Even you have to admit it's a touch funny."

"And why is that." He scoffed.

"Beau, are you fucking serious?" Tyler raised his brows in confusion and shock. "Have we ever gone on an actual date? Have you ever bought me flowers? Have I ever gotten you chocolates? Introduced me to your family?"

"That's not fair, you know I'm not out to them." He spat.

"You're right, I'm sorry. And I don't mean to push you into coming out to them. That's your business. But what about the other things? What about what we do," he motioned between them. "has ever indicated that we are boyfriends?"

"You just said that was my pussy!" Beau pointed.

"That does not make you my boyfriend!" Tyler responded with a groan. "Beau, listen" Tyler got up and knelt down in front of Beau. "I think it's sweet that you thought this was more than it was, but we are just fuck buddies. I'm sorry that I let you think we were more than that and if I ever indicated it was. That's on me." He rubbed his knee.

Beau brushed his hand off of him and stood, walking to the door. "Don't patronize me."

"I'm not trying to, but Beau. Come on. What's my middle name? What school did I go to?" He asked him questions to try and make him see reason. Beau stood, thinking.

"Travis, and Austin Elementary." He responded.

"It's Kenneth, and I'm from Ohio. I went to Millberry Elementary." Tyler said softly. "And I don't know anything about you."

"You never asked."

"Neither did you." Tyler took in a deep, heavy breath. "Listen Beau. Again, I'm sorry but..."

"No, it's fine. I'm an idiot for thinking this was more than what it was." Beau was defeated.

"No, you're not dumb. Beau, it's just...we're good fuck buddies, but we couldn't be in a relationship. I think we're too different. Looking for different things." He tried to reason with him.

"Yeah, guess so. Whatever you say." He grabbed the door handle. "I gotta get to work."

"Beau. I'm sorry, we can talk more about it after work?" Tyler offered.

"Yeah, whatever." Beau left quickly. Tyler tried to follow him.

"Beau-" But he was already out the door. "Fuck." Tyler groaned. A piece of him felt for the guy. The other piece was confused as to how Beau even came to any conclusion that would put them in a relationship. Tylers' phone rang, pulling from his thoughts. He answered it.

*****

"Damn, poor guy." Clark took a bite of the pizza, empathizing with Beau.

"I know," Tyler washed down his bite with a sip of his soda. "I feel bad. But at the same time. We've never hung out outside of work or fucking. He's come to some of my standup shows, but that's about it."

"Yeah, it doesn't make sense to me he'd think otherwise." He chuckled. "I'm a little hurt though." He said, his voice settling into a softer tone, with a touch of sarcasm.

"You?" Tyler took another bite. "Why?"

"Well, it's just you know, we're at the 'babe' level. I fucked you in my office. And I did technically pay for you." Clark grinned.

"Fuck you." He tossed a sausage crumble at him. Clark caught it and ate it, then his face settled into a harder, more serious one. "You're serious." Tyler said once he understood what Clarks eyes were saying.

"Well not about the buying you part." Clark slid his plate forward and leaned back.

"Shit Clark. I can't-" Tyler was, once again, gob smacked. "I can't have this conversation again." He leaned forward. "Are you fucking serious right now." It wasn't an actual question. More of a statement to the universe.

"I mean, I have taken you on dates. I know that you went to Pinebrook High School, graduated sixth out of fifty-two. You had a crush on Elliot Stabler, your favorite color is yellow. I go to all your shows that I can make-" Clark listed off the things that separated him from Beau.

"Okay, I get it." Tyler cut him off.

"There's more." Clark said, leaning forward, inches now from Tylers face.

"Clark I-" Tyler was at a loss. "I'm sorry, I didn't see it. I didn't know." A gut-wrenching feeling shot through him. His hands flew to his face, covering them in shame. "Oh my fucking god, I'm a cheater." He cried in shocked. He wanted to walk into traffic, throw a toaster in a bathtub. Start recording tapes to mail out to people.

"Hey," Clark reached over and pulled Tylers' hands down from his face. He looked deep into his eyes. Tylers' were filling with tears. "it's okay. I should've clarified. This is on me, not you." He brushed a hair out of Tylers' face, rubbing his cheek as he slid his hand back down to hold his.

"Clark I- are you- are you sure?" Tyler swallowed his tears and the lump in his throat.

"Yes. It's my fault. I should have told you my intention, or made it official. Asked you to go steady, ya 'know?" He said in a mock 50's voice. He squeezed Tylers' hand softly.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't-"

"It's fine." Clark said once more. "Although, I don't know how I feel about you having sex with him right before I called you." Clark leaned back. "I'm a little jealous, little turned on honestly."

"Oh?" Tyler said, both in curiosity and because Clark had lifted his foot to tap his inner thigh. Sending a signal to his groin. "Well..." Tyler lifted his own leg to caress Clarks. "If it makes you feel any other type of way. He had also fucked me the night I met you." He grinned seductively.

"Did he now?" Clark raised a brow. "You know, I think I might need to get even." He leaned forward again and whispered now. "Punish you even."

"You might." Tyler flirted. "You know, I've never been fucked by my

boyfriend

in public before."

"Well technically-"

"You weren't my boyfriend yet." Tyler cut him off. Clark stood up.

"I'm gonna go piss." Clark repeated the same line from the rooftop bar the night of their first date. Tyler still knew what he meant. He waited an appropriate amount of time and then followed him into the bathroom. In the handicap stall, Clark stood with his soft cock out.

"He's waiting for you." Tyler got to work. He squatted down and took the dick in his throat. Engulfing it in one quick swallow. He felt Clark,

his boyfriend

, shiver in response and his shaft started to expand. "Ohhhh..." He moaned under his breath. Tyler grabbed Clarks knees for support, placing his fingers on the back. He had learned it was one of Clarks soft spots. Clark reacted with another moan and shiver as Tyler started to work his pole. "Fuck baby."

"Mmm." Tyler moaned, his throat vibrating and contracting around Clarks tool causing another wave of ecstasy to pump through him. He pulled off the now fully erect member. It licked precum like a leaky faucet. He licked the tip, taking some of the sweet liquid into his mouth. "Forgive me yet babe?" Tyler asked, looking up into Clarks beautiful green eyes. He rubbed the head on his lips, smearing the precum like lipstick.

"Almost." He pulled Tyler up quickly and pushed his lips into his. They made out while Clark pulled Tylers' pants open, dropping them. He grabbed a fistful of Tyler's boxer-briefs and ripped, quick and hard. They ripped apart.

"Clark, what-" But he was cut off as Clark shoved a fistful of his own underwear in his mouth. Gagging him.

"Shh. I can't have you screaming and attracting attention." He whipped him around and pushed him against the wall. Tylers' cheek met the cold tile wall just as Clark pulled both of his hands around his back and pinned them there. He squatted down and put his nose between Tylers' cheeks. Taking in a deep breath, smelling his now puckering and quivering hole. It throbbed longing for Clark to be inside of it. "I can still smell him in you. I'll have to fix that." He dove in.

"Ahhh." Tyler tried to moan through the underwear as Clark ran his tongue along the slit. Darting it in and out, stretching it and lubing it up. Getting it ready for his cock. Tyler tried to moan again as Clark pulsed his tongue again and again over his tight boy pussy. "Come on baby, I need you to open up for me." Clark came up for air and shoved his fingers, two of them, inside his boyfriend. "Come on sugar." He spat on the hole and used his fingers to push the saliva deeper in. "Gimme that sweet hole." He stood up now, pulled his foreskin back and ran his cockhead up and down the cunt. "You gonna let me in?" He asked lightly pushing in.

"Uh-huh." Tyler moaned and nodded through the gag in his mouth. Clark pushed in some more. Tyler sucked in a sharp breath.

"Shh." Clark whispered in his ear, taking a nibble. "It's alright sweetheart." He inched in some more and Tylers' legs wobbled, almost giving way. Clark grabbed his hips, releasing his hands, so he could steady him and push deeper in. "Almost in." He said. Clark inched back, "Don't scream." And he thrusted forward in one quick motion. Sending his whole nine inches up Tylers tight cunt. Tyler tried to scream but couldn't as Clark shoved a hand over his mouth. His body exploded. His hole felt like it was on fire in the most magical way. "Ohhhh.." Clark moaned and shuddered over Tylers' tightness. "That's it baby, I'm all in." He humped and Tyler yipped, not yet used to Clarks girth. He humped again and another yelp, this time of pleasure. Tylers' hole slowly relaxed, accommodating Clarks size.

They both moaned as Clark picked up speed now, with deep, sensual thrusts. Tyler reached down to his own cock and started jerking himself off.

"No." Clark commanded, grabbing both of Tylers' wrists now. "You only cum from me fucking you. Don't touch yourself." He pinned Tyler up against the wall and started drilling into him faster and deeper now. Tylers' pussy creaming on his dick, a slick wet sound with each thrust. "Oh fuck baby. Just like that." He pushed into him again and again, leaning down to nibble on Tylers' ear, then his neck. "Fuck." He whispered with each thrust into him.

"Uhhhh." Tyler moaned through the gag with each movement of Clarks cock. His prostate was on fire. He could feel his cock ache from wanting to be touched, begging for release. It made Tylers head spin and his eyes fly into the back of his head.

"Fuck, whose pussy is this?" Clark repeated Beaus question from earlier.

"Yours." He replied through the underwear. Each thrust of the girthy cock making him whimper and his legs shake. He almost collapsed he was being fucked so good. He could feel a warmth rise from deep within his groin. He squeezed his pussy on Clarks cock in response to the pleasure he was bestowing upon him.

"Oh, fuck. Just like that baby and I'll get you pregnant." Clark moaned into Tylers ear, leaning forward more to kiss him deeply and sensually. Tyler tried his best to kiss him back around the gag in his mouth. "Oh, fuck." Clark bucked again and again. Tyler could feel it, he was close. His own dick got hot and started to throb.

"Ahh." He moan as he released his load, it exploded out of him from deep within. Splashing against the wall. He could feel his whole body constrict in response; clenching Clarks dick harder than it had before.

"Oh! Fuck!" Clark groaned as he felt his new fuck sleeve pulsate and quiver around his cock. It took him over his edge. "Fuck I'm coming." He announced as he pushed all the way in one final time, his cock twitching as it spewed out his ropes of cum. He could feel it overfill Tylers' rectum and it spurted out, back onto his lap. "Oh, fuck." He repeated as he kept cumming and it kept leaking out of Tyler back onto him. "Fuck." He shuddered as he pulled out.

Tyler almost collapsed but Clark caught him, steadying him. Clark took the gag out of the panting man.

"Holy fuck." He croaked out. Clark kissed him deeply, pushing his tongue deep into his mouth.

"I forgive you now." He smiled into another kiss then reached down and started fingering Tyler as the two stood in the stall. Clarks cum, dripping out of him and trailing down his legs. "Now you keep that in there until you get home. We need to go finish our meal." Clark buttoned his pants back up.

"Yes sir." Tyler nodded. As he pulled his pants back up. "You owe me some underwear." He said holding up the tattered remains. Clark took them and put them to his nose, taking in a deep whiff. Clark then leaned down to kiss Tyler again. "You know, eventually we will need to have sex in an actual bed."

"How about my place tonight then." He grinned slapping and cupping Tylers ass.

*****

"Yup as of about an hour ago." Tyler answered Amys' question. After his date with Clark he had come to visit her at work while he went to run a few errands before Tyler went over to his place tonight.

"Wow, a boyfriend." She stacked some books on the shelf.

"I know. I've never had one. Should I tell him that."

"No, you shouldn't unless you want him to be your first ex." She scoffed.

"You think he'd dump me for that?" Tyler asked unsure and insecure. He hadn't felt this way since a crush he'd had in college.

"I don't think it'd make him stay." She stacked more. "I think it's a lot, being someone's first."

"Oh shit." Tyler stopped following her.

"What?" Amy turned back, concerned.

"Uhm," He looked around to make sure they were alone in the aisle. "you really wanna know?"

"Sure?" Amy said in response to the uncomfortable face Tyler made.

"Uhm, his - uh, his load is - is still-" Tyler clenched his cheeks together, squeezing his hole as tight as he could. But he could feel it trying to escape.

"Okay, never mind I don't need to know." She walked away. "That's too much. We need boundaries."

"Amy, give me your bathroom key." He begged his best friend.

"What! No, it's employees only. I'm not gonna lose my job letting you use it to drop off Clarks kids at the pool." She told him.

"Would you rather me do it on the stacks. Perhaps I could go to the children's section and do it, I mean, quite fitting don't you think?"

"You're fucking gross, let's go." Amy grabbed Tylers' wrist and pulled him to the back.

"Thank you so much." He professed.

"Alan, we got an emergency. Watch the register." She barked to her coworker as she led Tyler to the restroom. "You are so lucky I love you." Amy said as Tyler shuffled in the door. "And wash your hands when you're done with your back door abortion." She said through the door.

"Will do." Tyler responded.