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When Tyler asked if I wanted to watch a movie with him I was surprised. He spends half his nights sitting in a projectionist booth so I would assume he would be absolutely sick of them. I was even more surprised to find that our house now had a television sitting on the floor in the middle of the room.
“Movie night. It’ll be fun, I picked out a good one.” Tyler had rearranged the room into one that we could actually sit down and watch a film in. The molding couch had been dragged so it now faced where the tv was set up. He even brought popcorn. I stand behind him while he makes it on the stove and tell him about my terrible day at my terrible job.
“You need to relax man.” I do need to relax. It’s my entire issue, Im constantly wound up so tightly. I’ve gotten so desperate to release some tension I’ve willingly let Tyler beat me black and blue into the wet pavement of some dive bar’s parking lot. I’ve let myself hammer my fists down on complete strangers looking for the same kind of release.
Tyler pops the tape in after he’s done cooking. I sit down on the couch and try not to notice how close he decided to sit next to me. Tyler’s always in your personal space, he’s just one of those people who feels this need to touch others.
“Kinesthetic”
Not that I mind this. I just try not to notice it too much. Not over analyze and let my mind wander over ever interaction. I’d go crazy if I did.
The film comes on and Tyler sits the bowl of popcorn in his lap. I forgot to ask where he stole it from because he certainly didn’t purchase it. The movie Tyler chose is some old western I’ve never seen because I’ve never seen any westerns. I glance at Tyler and he gives me a look that tells me I’m not doing a good job at hiding how I’m feeling. “It’s a classic. Trust me, it’s good man you’ll like it. Your attention span isn’t too shot to not be able to sit through one movie, right?” I tell Tyler to fuck off and settle into my seat now determined to prove him wrong. I try not to tap my foot and put my energy into focusing on the film.
Try being the keyword because god is it boring. The sound quality is terrible, the acting is wooden, the plot goes from boring to nonsensical and it just seems to drone on and on. Just when I’m about to suggest we do something else and not waste our night with this something flashes on the screen. I blink a couple times, my eyes strained from the sudden change in color. I look over at Tyler and ask if he saw that. He just raises an eyebrow at me. “See what?” I turn back to the screen and another sudden flash of -something appears. I’m left dumbfounded for a moment, blinking my eyes to try and focus so I can see what exactly is wrong with this stupid movie. Maybe it’s the tv, where did you find this thing Tyler? Another flash and I’m blinking blinking trying to clear something from my head so I can focus on figuring this out.
Tyler places a hand on the back of my neck and I’m suddenly aware of how close he is to me again. I try not to notice it too much, like how warm the palm of his hand is and how nice that feels on the back of my neck. “Relax man. It’s an old shitty tv. Just enjoy the movie.” Tyler was always so nonchalant and unfazed by everything. He’s always relaxed and comfortable and unbothered. I wanted to be like him, it was just a skill I truly did not have. The tv flashes and I try not to notice it too much.
I’m good at that, putting my thoughts aside so I don’t have to unpack them. In between boring scenes and odd flashes of color I start to shift in my seat. It was getting harder to follow what was happening, because now the sound seemed to be messed up too. There was a low metallic hum to everything now. Tyler’s thumb moves slightly to barely rub up and down against my neck. I try not to notice these things.
Another flash of color and it suddenly clicks as to what I just saw.
“What did you add to this?”
Tyler smiles and tilts his head like a dog. “What do you mean? Are you accusing me of something?”
No wonder I’m uncomfortable. Tyler’s been flashing me for the past thirty minutes. Single frames of Pornography spliced in. I ask Tyler why he wanted me to watch this and if he gets off to it. The hand on the back of my neck tightens.
“Relax and watch. I made this special for us you know.” My head feels like it’s spinning. The droning in the background is getting louder and it’s getting harder to think with how weird things are getting. Tyler’s thumb is rubbing circles on my neck and the flashing on the tv has picked up. I’m being bombarded with sounds and sights and feelings and I’m not sure if I even know how to get out of this situation let alone navigate it. “Breathe”
I take in a deep breath and try to relax like Tyler wants me too. His thigh is touching mine now, at some point he inched himself even closer to me. Tyler is warm up against me and I desperately want to lean into him and rest my body up against his. It’s getting harder to not notice things. The flashing is getting longer, not just a single frame anymore but a second now. Short bursts of sucking and fucking- I barely register that there’s not a single woman in any of these. The droning is loud and fills my ears along with whispers. I don’t even hear the movie anymore. I can’t not notice these things anymore.
Another warm hand is placed on my thigh. I look down, groggy as Tyler slowly slides it up my leg towards the very visible tent in my work slacks. “Relax. It’s alright. There’s nothing wrong with this. Keep watching for me.” It was easier to listen to Tyler then try and figure out what the fuck was going on anymore. The original movie was barely even present anymore, just flashing colors and hard leaking cocks and moaning and whispers and that hum that was starting to drill into my head in such a good way.
Tyler’s hand ghosts over my erection and a moan slips out of me. I couldn’t have bit that back if I tried. I start to raise my hips into his touch but he just gently pushes me down. “Relax. Don’t worry about me. Just watch.” I let myself sink down into the cushions and go limp. It feels great to finally rest, finally relax. My body feels heavy and Tyler is so sturdy and warm against me. The tension that had been plaguing me melted into a warm fuzzy relaxation that covered my entire body. My head is resting on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me no longer holding my neck. His thumb idly rubs circles into my arm now as the other one palms me through my pants. My eyes are glued to the tv screen, my dick twitching and throbbing in response to the moaning and colors and hum. I hear my belt buckle coming undone and I whimper. “Let go. You’re doing so good for me champ. Just let go for me.” I shudder and my eyes flutter up into my head for a moment. My mouth opens as I go even limper. My arms and legs feel like they’re made of cement.
Tyler pulls me out of my precum stained boxers. He wraps a hand around my shaft and slowly starts to stroke, while I moan helplessly. I can feel drool starting to leak out of my open mouth, the same way I can feel my tip drooling onto Tyler’s fist. It feels so good to let go and let Tyler be in complete control. “Doing so well. Keep going for me. Let it happen.” I couldn’t fight if I tried but Tyler’s encouragement goes straight to my dick nonetheless. Hot breath tickles my ear as Tyler starts to lick and bite at it while his hand picks up the pace. I can feel the last bit of my will and sanity unraveling as I’m completely overwhelmed. I can’t even tell which moans are mine anymore, Tyler’s hand feeling better then anything I’ve ever experienced before. I sound just like the porn on screen and that “thought” makes my cock weep even more.
Teeth sink into my neck as Tyler bites and sucks what will probably be a massive hickey. Tyler already covers my body in purple and yellow bruises every weekend-this really is no different. My whole body is buzzing with how good this feels, how good Tyler’s mouth feels, how good his hand feels, how good this movie feels. I can’t look away anymore, there’s too much going on for me to be able to process it so I’m frozen in place. Like a deer in headlights, mesmerized by the oncoming vehicle about to smash into me and send my broken body into the street.
My cock throbs at that, Tyler having done serious damage to how I see things now. Self destruction was the answer and that’s what this felt like. Like Tyler was pulling me apart from the inside out. Like my brain was melting and leaking out of me in the form of drool and precum.
Deliver me Tyler.
I must have said that part out loud because Tyler is laughing against my adams apple. “Then let it go. Let it all go.”
My eyes roll up into my head and my heavy body can barely move as my orgasm hits me like a like a car, like a deer in headlights, a helpless pedestrian mangled and bloody in the street. I cum the last of my liquified brains out all over Tyler’s perfect fist. I can’t help but smile, I haven’t felt this good in ages.
Tyler brings his hand up to my mouth and tells me to clean it off. I close my eyes and lick my own cum off of his hands. I can’t stop myself from moaning, even this feels good. My tongue against Tyler’s calloused hands feels like heaven. Tyler slips two fingers into my mouth and my whole body shakes in pleasure. “God, you look good like this. No more useless thoughts in that head huh? No more worrying about work or your condo…or Marla.”
My eyes fly open at the mention of her name. I’m thrown back into my body, giving myself the mental equivalent of whiplash. I gag around Tyler’s fingers and he pulls them out, seeing that whatever spell I was under was now broken. Why Tyler, out of everything you could say, why mention her.
“I didn’t think that would happen.” Tyler says frustratingly casual. He wipes his hands on my pants and gets up. The “movie” was long over. I watch as he pulls the tape out, my body still feeling sluggish, trying to catch back up with my head. Tyler ruffles my hair as he walks past me grinning ear to ear.
“We should do this again sometime.”