Dark Little Town: The Beginning (When Tyler Met Dylan)

Note: This doesn't follow the storyline of DLT very well, I don't think, but I still rather like how this turned out.

Dark Little Town: Beginnings
When Tyler Met Dylan
The supermarket was pretty empty for a Friday night. Everyone was opting to do their big shopping trip for the weekend provisions at the new Wal-Mart about ten minutes further down the road. My sister and I didn’t need much though –we would get better prices at the Wal-Mart, but that extra ten minutes was one I hated to drive for macaroni and cheese, some hamburgers, and bread.
I was steering my little cart down the aisles, trying to remember whether or not Miranda had asked me to pick up other provisions besides the bread, milk, and eggs in my car already. That was when I saw him. I just happened to pause by the stacks of cases of beer, thinking about how good one would taste… He was looking annoyed at the price of vodka. I couldn’t help it. I slid up close to him, picking up a case of god-knows-what, and leaned to whisper.
“If you’re really looking for a good deal, go to the Corner Store –Bertha never cards. They’re cheaper too.” The case made a thunk noise as I dropped it into my cart. He turned to look at me, and I got the full view of him. He dressed completely in black –jeans, zip-up sweatshirt, t-shirt, even his shoes. The only think not black were the silver chains around his neck, and the rings on his fingers. He had a few of those fetish-rubber bracelets around his wrists. I was overcome with the urge to pull them off and let them fall to the floor while I pushed him against the cooler, right there in the supermarket. I wanted to brush my thumbs over his closed eyelids, and smear the eyeliner and mascara. I wanted to kiss away those last traces of black lipstick that still clung to his lips.
“Thanks for the tip,” He finally said.
“You look kind of familiar…do I know you?”
He shrugged, “Maybe. “ I laughed, he was teasing me.
“What’s your name?” I pressed
“Dylan Montgomery,” he held out his hand for me to shake. “My Dad’s a senator –you’ve probably seen me on TV.”
“No…” I shook my head. “I don’t watch political stuff…You use to live here before? Visit? …Dylan…” I let the name roll off my tongue, and I tried to remember why he was so familiar to me.
He blushed, “I’ve visited a few times.”
“Ah, whatever. So, what’s a fine piece of ass like you doing in a hick town like this?” I started to stroll along with my cart, pleased when he followed along behind me like a puppy.
“I got into some trouble at home, so my parents decided it would be best if I got out of the city for awhile. I’m staying with my Aunt and Uncle.”
“Zoe and Walter, right?” He looked surprised that I knew them, and I sighed. “They like to spout on about how their brother-in-law is a senator for New York. They’re kind of assholes like that.”
“Yeah, I’m not overly fond of them myself.” He tugged on his jacket sleeves, and looked up as a break of thunder sounded outside of the store. “Shit, it’s raining?”
“Yeah, it started a few minutes ago,” I nodded, and then I slid past him to grab a bag of chips. To a passersby, it would probably look like nothing, but between us it was electricity. I pushed against his back, and I heard him groan. I tossed the bag of chips into the cart, and leaned down to whisper.
“It’s been awhile, eh?”
He knew exactly what I was talking about, and he groaned a little louder this time, “You have no idea.”
“You’re kind of a little slut, aren’t you?” I teased. “I can tell by just looking at you –you’ve got no problem finding guys in New York, do you?”
“Hardly,” He breathed. “But I think I just found my first guy in this little hick town…”
“You ever been fucked in the rain on the back of a truck?” I offered.
“No, but I’m willing to try.”
I couldn’t help but grin, “You want to wait for me outside while I check out?”
He nodded, and disappeared towards the front of the store. I moved back to the alcohol section, grabbing the bottle of vodka he had been looking at so longingly earlier. I tossed in a few basics from the pharmaceutical aisle as well. I took my time check out, chatting with the cashier of whom I had gone to school with and graduated a year ahead of two years before. I wasn’t twenty-one, but she didn’t card me. I kissed her cheek for her trouble and thanked her. She giggled, and blushed red. She knew I was gay –most everyone did now, but it didn’t stop her from harboring a crush on me.
I was pleased that Dylan had waited for me, waiting under the store’s eaves to avoid the rain. He was looking wistful, soaking up the damp beauty of the rain in headlights, and splashing puddles.
“You’re not cold are you?” I asked.
“No, it feels nice,” He shook his head. “You want help with that?” He reached to take the case of beer from my hand. “I’m not just pretty you know.”
We slid the beer and the paper bags into the back seat of the truck before we slid onto the bench seat. I turned over the ignition, and threw it into drive, taking my time.
“You got an quirks I should know about?” I asked –I had fooled around with enough city-slicker guys to know that a lot of them had things that they didn’t like, or flat out wouldn’t do.
“Not really,” He shook his head. “I’ll do just about anything –I’m not a cock tease, I put out.”
I laughed at him again, and I caught him smiling. He looked surprised when I parked the truck in a secluded little bit of field just outside of town.
“I’d take you home, but my sister isn’t sure how she feels about my bringing home boys,” I gave him a little shrug. “Especially twinks like you.” I almost expected him to be a little insulted, but he shrugged, like he knew it was true and it wasn’t a big deal.
“Whatever,” he shrugged. “So, are you really going to fuck me in the rain?”
“If it’s what you want,” I nodded. I cut the ignition, and the headlights. It wasn’t terribly dark yet, but it was getting there. Rain was washing over the windshield, and I undid my seatbelt to slide across the bench seat towards him. I was glad he didn’t have any qualms about letting me kiss him. He was actually pretty into it, letting his fingers twist in my hair as he forced my mouth further down into his. My arm went around his waist, and I felt just how little room we really had in the truck cab.
“Take your clothes off here,” I caught my breath, pushing away from him. “I wouldn’t want them to get all wet.” I shrugged out of my jack as I kicked off my sneakers and socks.
“Isn’t that going to get cold?” He asked.
“I don’t know, is it?” I pulled my shirt over my head before I turned to watch him for a bit. His shoes clunked as they hit the floor, and he peeled off his damp socks, He reached up to pull off his shirt, but it was caught on his necklaces. He sighed, and started to undo the claps.
“Here,” I pulled him close again, pushing his hands away. I took the necklaces off, then I lifted his hands to my mouth, sucking on his fingers and pulling the few rings off with my teeth. I popped out the cup holder and set them there for safe keeping. I looked at this rubber bracelets, so black against his pale skin that shone in the little light we had. “Keep these on,” I lifted his arm to kiss his wrists before letting him go so he could finish getting dressed. I slid my jeans over my hips, letting them fall to the ground. Then turned to fish into the bag for the lube and condoms I had picked up.
“You came prepared?”
“I took a gamble that you’d be easy,” I teased, and pushed him towards the door. “C’mon, finish up and we’ll go outside.” I got my first look at him a moment later. He wasn’t shy, that was for sure. He bobbed free, and I groaned inwardly. He had just a sprinkling of hair, like he shaved or something. He didn’t look totally pre-pubescent. He reminded me a lot of myself back when I had first started fooling around. He was pale skinned and had the softness of looking average but he was far from it. He spent so much time trying to cover up the fact that he was from a wealthy family; he tried to hide that blue-blood image and look normal…although Goth probably wasn’t the most normal way to go.
“Come on,” I nodded towards the door. He followed me around the truck. It wasn’t raining very hard, but he was already damp and slippery when he joined me.
“This mud feels kind of gross,” He shivered. He let me put my hands on his hips, and I lifted him carefully up onto the tailgate. My hands rubbed against his thighs and I squished my toes into the mud and grass, enjoying the feeling. The air and rain were freezing cold, but he was warm up against me. I murmured acknowledgement to him talk, but I pressed my lips to his skin, wrapping my mouth around him. He sucked in a breath, and put a hand on the top of my head. His skin was smooth, and he looked so cute dressed only in his little black rubber bracelets. He was already hard, so I didn’t work him over for too long before I joined him up on the truck bed. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him between my thighs.
I was bigger than he was, so overpowering him wasn’t hard. I brushed my palm over his forehead, brushing away his hair. He really did look like a skinny little cock-hungry twink. I was usually attracted to bigger guys, guys with muscle, but this one…he wasn’t like that at all, and I wanted him more than any of those other guys combined. He looked back at me with bright, curious eyes.
“You gonna fuck me or what?” He leaned up on his elbows. I couldn’t resist smiling again. I tapped the head of my dick against his lips, and he opened his mouth to suckle on the head. I’m sure it was an awkward position for him; I know I prefer to be on top of someone when I’m going down on them, but he made it work. I watched his mouth move up and down on me his tongue tracing along the ridges and tonguing my balls. I couldn’t take it after a couple of minutes.
“How you wanna do this?” I asked, picking up the bottle of lube from where I had tossed it next to us on the tailgate. “The truck bed is kind of hard.”
“I don’t mind,” He shook his head. He turned over for me without being asked, and got up on all fours, stretching and arcing his back like a cat before resting his head on his arms. He wiggled his butt at me. “Well…go on then. Use me.”
I growled in my throat, and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my lips to his back, his hips, his ass. Finally I traced my tongue along his crevice. His hip twitched and I could tell he was excited. I brought my hand around to stroke him. With the other hand, I poured some of the lube over his backside liberally, and started to tease him with my fingers. He was easy going, like he had done this countless times before, and he didn’t complain when I pulled at an odd angle or jerked him a little too hard. The only sign of discomfort he gave was a little grunt when I bit my teeth into his ass to make sure he was still conscious.
“Fuck, what’d you it so hard for?” He groaned.
“Sorry, should have warned you –I can be kind of a biter.” I bit him again, softly this time, on his hip. “You ready?” I had three fingers pushed inside of him –one more then I probably needed. He gave me a little nod, and I repositioned myself behind him after tearing open a condom and sliding it on. The truck bed was slippery, and I slid dangerously closer.
“Why don’t you lean over the side of the truck?” I suggested. “I don’t want to slip.” He nodded, spreading his legs apart, and pushing his stomach against the edge of the truck. The uneven ridges of the bed bit into my knees, but I wanted to fuck this boy more then I cared about how much the hard plastic hurt as it pressed into my knees and shins. He was just about the right height, that I pushed into him easily. I pulled him back against me after I impaled him. He groaned at the change, but didn’t complain. I leaned back on my palms. His fingers were turning white as he gripped the sides of the truck. He pulled upward as I pulled down. I stopped him just before I was going to pop back out of him. I let him test the distance, feel how much he was really taking into him, before I pushed back up against him. He met me half-way and moaned.
“Touch yourself,” I ran my free hand against his back, watching the way I slid in and out of him. I could see his sac bouncing as he started to stroke himself, and I felt them press up against mine as he thrust down on me harder. My hips groaned with the added weight, so I paused, letting him control his own speed. He grew tight as he pulled up, but he opened when he pushed back down like an expert. I wondered just how many guys this little boy had been with since coming to Tynan…and then I realized that I probably didn’t want to know the answer to that question. I groaned. My cock was tight, and hard, and he wasn’t moving fast enough. I grabbed him by the waist, pulling him back against me. I put my feet up against the edge of the truck, and slid my hands to his thighs, pulling him higher. His mouth opened in a gasp, and I hoped to hell that this was hurting him just a little bit. I liked that little noise of sexual frustration in that gasp. I rested my chin against his shoulder, and watched him jerk off as I continued to fuck him, harder and faster than he had been doing himself. I slid a glance up his face, turning to press a kiss to his jaw. His eyes were pressed closed, and the rain was starting to fall harder against us. He groaned, and I looked up just in time to see a spurt of come rocket onto his chest. It was enough to send me over, and I pushed even harder, filling up the condom I had rolled on. I groaned, sad that I had wasted a really good orgasm into a rubber. I brushed my hand over his forehead again.
“Next time, I want to come on your face,” I whispered, watching his thick ropes continuing to be pulled out of his pink, perfect cock. I pulled my feet down, laying back to rest for a minute. He stayed where he was, continuing to stroke himself. I was still dripping as he scooted up, pulling me out of him.
“Is there gonna be a next time?” He raised an eyebrow.
I grinned, running my fingers through my wet hair, “Baby, you aren’t going to find another guy to fuck in this town that you don’t find through me.” I leaned up on my elbows and tugged him forward for a kiss. “I sure as hell hope there’s going to be a next time.”
He smiled for the first time, directly at me, “Me too.”