By the time Tyler arrived at his apartment, he was too keyed up to sleep. Even the beer buzz wasn’t enough to lull him to bed. His erection only seemed to get worse the harder he tried not to think of what Jaime was doing. Not that that kind of thing interested him. It was more a matter of curiosity for him. None of Tyler’s friends were gay, or at least they’d never said so. He himself had been turned on by girls since puberty awakened his body to that possibility.
As horndog teenagers, Tyler and his childhood friends, Elliot and Ben, had spent many summer afternoons watching Ms. Mallard sunbathe topless from up high in an old oak tree. That was until they’d were caught by Mr. Tarrant, the nosy neighbor who owned that old oak tree. Tyler had gotten a good switching for it, but his father
