Tyler's Transformation [The Men of the Crazy Angle Ranch 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Bellann Summer

  “I won’t lie to you, I’ve been with a lot of men,” Graham answered. “I’ve also been in a few relationships. Heck, I’m thirty-four years old and I’ve lived a full life so far. But,” he continued, “when I saw you two weeks ago, I knew right away there could be something special between us. I can even admit I became a bit of a stalker, trying to watch you any chance I got. I’ve read the papers and heard all of the rumors about you.

  “But, I needed to see for myself what you were really like as a person. So, I watched how you treated everyone around you and I knew, despite all the rumors, you were someone I wanted to get close to. I’m at a time in my life, honey, where I’m ready to share it with someone special. And I believe that person just might be you.”

  Graham’s intense green eyes looked up at Tyler. “Now, tell me what is going on and we’ll handle it. I want to be alone with you and I have plans that include the two of us, naked.”

  That last comment had all of the blood from Tyler’s head filling his cock, making it instantly uncomfortable in the confines of his jeans. He still wasn’t sure how much of the whole sordid mess he was going to tell Graham. He couldn’t tell him about Tony. The man would for sure leave him if he knew what Tyler had done. But it was only fair to prepare him and then let him decide if he wanted to still be with him. Unable to stand still, Tyler started walking around the bench, trying to get his thoughts together.

  “That was my older brother Brad. He called to warn me that my mother saw the picture of us in the paper.”

  “Do your parents have a problem with you being gay?”

  “The problem my mother has with it is that it would hurt my career in baseball. She has done everything in her power, from the time I was three years old, to make me a sports star. Being gay doesn’t fit the image she wants to project.”

  Graham was starting to get a picture of the pressure Tyler had been under all his life. He himself had parents who were all about the image. In a way, he had it easier than Tyler. His parent’s image concerns were centered on their own, not his or his sister’s. For most of their lives, Graham and his sister were left to themselves, in the care of nannies. In fact, he had been the one to take care of his sister, for the most part. His parents tended to forget their children when they were deep in their causes.

  “What is going to happen tomorrow? Stop pacing and come over here and sit by me.” Graham watched as Tyler stopped and made his way over to the bench. He could see the poor man was working himself up even more as the minutes passed. When Tyler was next to him, Graham took his hand and entwined their fingers.

  “Tyler, talk to me.” Graham believed it was better to plan from the beginning.

  “The team doctors will be here really early and meet with the hospital staff to review all that has been done to my arm. Then I’ll go into the therapy room with them, and they will poke and prod and put me through all kinds of tests to see my range of motion, grip strength, et cetera.”

  “What all has been done to your arm?” Graham asked.

  “The rotator cup in my shoulder was damaged and they had to go in and repair it. I was lucky so far, they’ve only had to operate once. The elbow needed some pins and screws to stabilize the breaks and a lot of the therapy has been centered on it. My left hand had a large cut, but that was stitched and has healed pretty well.” Tyler looked down at the shiny red scar peeking out between Graham’s fingers. “My right hand had two deep cuts that did a lot of internal damage. The hand surgeon did the best he could, but I guess we’ll have to see what they say tomorrow.”

  “Then what happens, after they run all their tests on you?”

  “Then the doctors will have a meeting and when they’re done, everyone gets together to review the results.”

  “When are your mom and dad arriving?”

  “Their plane is scheduled to arrive sometime in the middle of the morning.” Just the thought of facing them again had Tyler ready to start pacing again.

  “Okay, will you be picking them up from the airport?”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “No.”

  “Tyler, I know you’re stressed out, and a lot is going to be happening tomorrow. But for one moment, put it all aside. I know the bottom line is that you want to play baseball. I also get that baseball has been your whole life up to now. But the question is, besides baseball, what does Tyler Hayward, the grown man, really want in life?”

  Tyler took a moment to think about what Graham was asking. He couldn’t stop the bitter laugh that broke out. Looking at Graham, he decided to answer him with complete honesty. “I know what I don’t want to do. I don’t want to live like I have been living for the last two years.” Taking a deep breath, he let himself sink into those beautiful green eyes for just a moment. “Putting aside everything else, what I do want is to be with you. To see what could happen between us.”

  Graham cupped his cheek and kissed him. He had kissed him before, but this time Graham’s lips covered his, firm and wet. He opened his mouth and let Graham’s demanding tongue in. Tyler felt himself sink into the kiss, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. He loved being taken over by Graham’s strong arms and demanding mouth.

  The kiss went on and on, tongues tasting and exploring. Tyler reached down and cupped the hard, thick cock beneath Graham’s jeans. He wanted that cock in his ass and then he wanted his cock surrounded by Graham’s ass, just as his mouth and body were totally enveloped by Graham now.

  Graham lifted his head reluctantly. Putting their foreheads together, he gave them both some time to catch their breaths. “I think we need to be getting back to the hotel. Will you stay with me tonight?”

  “I’d like that.” Tyler gently kissed Graham one more time and then they headed to the hotel.

  Chapter Six

  The door to Graham’s hotel room was barely shut before the couple was in each other’s arms. Their kisses were deep and searching, bodies straining to be as close as possible.

  Tyler reached down, opening Graham’s jeans and pulling his hard cock out. He ran his finger over the weeping tip, spreading the wetness over the swollen head. With a firm grip, Tyler started stroking Graham off, loving the feel of the firm, hard flesh under his hand.

  Breaking their kiss, Graham made short work of the sling and strap that anchored Tyler’s arm to his body. Then he unbuttoned the two buttons that held the bottom of the shirt together under Tyler’s arm.

  “Where did you find a shirt to accommodate your arm and sling?” Graham asked. His fingers never stopped moving as he pulled Tyler’s shirt off.

  “During the weeks the doctors operated on my shoulder, elbow, and hand, my mom bought a bunch of shirts in different colors and modified all of them so I can easily wear them.”

  “That was pretty ingenious.” Graham was impressed.

  “Well if there is one thing to be said for my mother, it would be that she knows how to manipulate everything around her to suit what she wants.”

  “How come that sounds like you’re talking about more than a shirt, honey?”

  “Graham, can we talk about my mother another time?”

  “How about you sit down on the bed so I can help you with your shoes and socks?”

  Tyler was surprised to see that his pants were open and as he sat down, Graham pulled both his jeans and underwear down to the top of his shoes. Graham made quick work of his shoes and socks, and then he stood and quickly took off his own clothes.

  Graham stood before Tyler. He was beautifully naked and miles of tan-skin-covered muscles had Tyler drooling. Graham’s massive cock was hard as granite and deep red with excitement.

  “Please, I want you in my mouth,” Tyler pleaded.

  Graham put his right foot on the bed at Tyler’s side. Bending his knee, he guided his cock to Tyler’s mouth. Tyler opened and let Graham in. Graham’s left hand sifted into Tyler’s hair, cupping the back of his head. To Tyler’s delight, he was completely surrounded and held immobile by Graham, excep
t for his mouth. Tyler sucked and licked that cock as it pushed in and out. With each stroke in, he swallowed the tip, which brought out a groan from deep in Graham’s chest.

  Tyler could have stayed in the circle of Graham’s body and sucked on his cock all night. But that was not going to happen after Graham’s next order. “Stroke yourself, honey.” Tyler grabbed his prick and started jacking himself to the rhythm of the cock fucking his mouth. Soon the excitement he was feeling built and couldn’t be contained. Cum erupted from his cock, coating his hand and belly. Graham wasn’t far behind, jabbing his dick into Tyler’s mouth as short bursts of cum filled it with a sweet, salty taste that Tyler knew he could become addicted to.

  Graham reluctantly pulled his softening dick out of Tyler’s mouth. He sensed his display of domination had excited Tyler and he was glad. The connection between them was growing stronger by the minute. He also knew Tyler was holding something back. Graham had a few secrets of his own that would be revealed in time, so he could wait for whatever Tyler was keeping to himself.

  Graham went into the bathroom and wet a washcloth and returned to his lover. After wiping Tyler’s hand and belly, he put the pillows in a nest on the bed so Tyler could lie down comfortably.

  Graham watched as Tyler crawled upright on his knees to the middle of the bed and managed to turn around and sit, then lay down on the pillows. Graham would be the first to admit watching Tyler move around naked was such a delicious sight his cock had filled and was hard again. Graham helped adjust the pillows so that Tyler’s arm was supported and comfortable. Then he climbed on the bed, put his arm under Tyler’s head, and pulled the covers up.

  In the quiet dusk of the evening, he asked, “What does your gut say about tomorrow?”

  At first, Graham thought he had stepped over the line and Tyler wasn’t going to answer. But then a voice, just slightly above a whisper, said, “I think they are going to tell me that I can no longer play professional baseball.”

  “Can you tell me why you think that?” Graham felt Tyler reach down and firmly hold onto Graham’s thigh. Graham turned slightly on his side and put his arm across Tyler’s body in comfort.

  “At first, all of the doctors thought the rotator cup of my shoulder was what they had to concentrate on to save my career. Rotator cup injuries can end a ballplayer’s career, just like that. But it seems to be healing better than anyone thought.

  “My elbow has a lot of hardware in it, and during physical therapy, I can tell it’s causing some concern with how unstable it is. But what I’m most worried about is my hand. The glass tore through tendons and tiny bones. The surgeons did what they could and have hinted that more surgery may be needed. My right hand is my dominant hand, Graham. I can barely close it or pick anything up without having to fight not to drop it again.”

  Tyler looked at Graham with tears in his eyes. Graham watched as one escaped and slowly rolled down his cheek. Then another, followed by another, until Graham pulled Tyler tightly into his arms and held him as he sobbed into his shoulder.

  Tyler cried until he couldn’t cry anymore. He cried for the loss of Tony. He cried for the waste of the months he had let his mother dictate his relationship with Vanessa. He cried for poor Louis the cab driver, who lost his job because of a broken leg from the accident. He even cried because Louis was able to follow his dream of becoming a nurse by going back to school, everything completely paid for by an anonymous donor in a California sports rehabilitation center. The tears continued when Tyler thought of the last months of fighting through the pain, doing everything he could to heal from his injuries all alone. And Tyler cried for the part of him that knew he would never play professional baseball again.

  Tyler continued to cry, letting out all of the years of pain, fear, frustration, and most of all, the self-hatred he had carried all of his life. Through it all, Graham held him tight, giving him the strength to grieve and, bit by bit, to start to heal.

  Finally, the tears slowed, then stopped. A tissue was held to his nose and he was told to blow. Gently a hand wiped his face, being careful of the sensitive scar under his right eye. Then Graham asked Tyler one of the most beautiful questions Tyler had ever heard. “Can I come with you tomorrow?”

  * * * *

  The ringing of Tyler’s phone woke the pair the next morning. After a short greeting and an even shorter conversation, Tyler hung up and looked at Graham with sleepy, swollen eyes.

  “My agent is in the dining room and wants to discuss a few things over breakfast. I need to go back to my room and shower. Do you want to shower here or shower with me in my room?”

  “If I shower with you I won’t be able to resist fucking that gorgeous ass of yours. I don’t think today’s the day to make your agent wait or to be walking around with a sore ass. Because once I start, I’m not stopping at once or twice with you, honey.”

  “Ah, you make me want you so bad,” Tyler complained.

  “Let’s get today over with and then I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Graham leaned down and sealed that promise with a kiss.

  The two split up, with Graham taking a quick shower and then heading down to Tyler’s room. He had just stepped up to the door, when he heard raised voices from inside. Knocking, Graham was surprised when the door opened, revealing a small, older blonde woman. Behind her stood a gentleman who showed Graham what Tyler would look like in twenty years.

  “Let the man in, Janice. We both know he’s here for Tyler.”

  Tyler’s mother didn’t move. She just stood there and glared at Graham. From the back of the room, the bathroom door burst open and a still-wet-headed Tyler rushed over, reached around his mother, and pulled Graham into the room. Graham could see that although Tyler had jeans and a shirt on, his sling was just dangling from his neck and he didn’t have on any shoes or socks.

  “Let’s see what we can do about this.” With a few adjustments, Graham had the sling in place and the belt around Tyler’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go find your socks and shoes and then I can help you with those.”

  “Thank you,” Tyler said. “I’ll be right back.”

  Tyler walked back into the bathroom and Graham turned toward Tyler’s father and held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Graham Conner.”

  “Nice to meet you, Graham, I’m Tyler’s dad, Glen.” Glen Hayward shook his hand, his face warm and friendly.

  Graham turned to greet Tyler’s mother and was stopped by the absolute look of hatred in her eyes.

  “Enough, Janice. Tyler has made it perfectly clear that he is in control of his life now.” Glen stepped over to his wife and grabbed her by the shoulders. “You will back off, right now.”

  “Mom, if you won’t listen to me and accept what I want, you’ll have to go home.” Tyler walked back into the room and sat on the bed. Graham took the socks and shoes out of Tyler’s good hand, kneeled down, and put them on. Tyler’s face held determination as his hand rested on Graham’s shoulder. “I mean it. Graham is in my life now and if you can’t deal with it, you need to leave. I won’t put up with your interference any longer.”

  Janice Hayward looked at her son and then her husband. Then her eyes settled on Graham and he watched as resignation settled on her face. “Okay. Whatever you want.”

  Tyler stood up and hugged his mom and then turned to Graham. “We need to leave and meet Richard for breakfast or we won’t have time before I need to be in the therapy room.”

  * * * *

  Breakfast had gone well. Graham watched Tyler discuss what his options were, if the doctors had good news or bad news. He kept an eye on Tyler’s mother throughout the whole meal. She obviously had an opinion and desperately wanted to express it. So far, she was keeping her side of the agreement with Tyler. Graham was skeptical that it would last. Just by observing her reactions through breakfast, he felt it was just a matter of time before she tried to step in again.

  Graham was very impressed with Richard. The agent seemed to have Tyler’s best interest in mind throughou
t the discussion of contracts and negotiations.

  Now he was sitting in a corner of the therapy room with Richard and Tyler’s parents. They all watched Tyler follow the doctor’s instructions. Slowly and as smoothly as he could, Tyler moved his arm around, twisting and bending it. The doctors had different machines set up around the room, waiting to test the arm’s flexibility and strength.

  It was when Tyler took off his shirt and the doctors unwrapped the elastic bandage from his arm that Graham had his first look at the damage to it. The shoulder, even after three months, had an angry, jagged scar running across it. At first, Graham thought it looked terribly painful, but then he watched Tyler easily move the shoulder around and could see it was working well.

  Tyler’s elbow had a large crescent-shaped incision on it. There were also reddened dimples here and there where the surgeons inserted pins and a plate to keep the bones together so they could heal correctly. Graham could see the elbow was somewhat stiff when Tyler moved it and it didn’t close or straighten all the way. When Tyler carefully put any weight on it, the elbow wobbled, threatening to collapse.

  Graham was completely shocked at the sight of Tyler’s hand. To him, it looked like a warrior from the olden days took a sword and tried to slice it in half, twice. Tyler’s mom couldn’t hold back her gasp when the last of the bandages fell away.

  The doctors spent a lot of time on Tyler’s hand. They placed electrodes all over it and clustered around a large monitor as Tyler moved his hand into different positions. He was instructed to bend each finger and his thumb as far as he could. Then he was asked to pick up a small, soft red rubber ball and try to squeeze it, throw it and catch it. Even Graham could see there were some major problems with Tyler’s hand. To his right, he heard a small sniff. Looking past Tyler’s father, Graham saw that Janice was quietly crying as she watched her son struggle to make his injured hand work the way he wanted. Glen had his arm around her, whispering in her ear.