Connor has turned into a thigh-lover just like you! I got a huge thrill when you had Connor wipe Tyrell's tears. I can honestly say I've never seen two straight cis men wipe each other's tears. Now I'm feeling sorry for Tyrell because Connor and Kylie seem irritated with him, when he trusted them enough to weep openly in front of them.

Keep going, Amans! I love the spin you've put on this story.

As per Princess_Lucky1731's request and trying to make it up to Truffle (who hasn't answered in almost a week, must be busy) here is a little perspective of the secondary characters (Abby in progress).

Tyrell's POV:

Connor invites me to spring break with his girl and her roommate. I think it's a good idea, especially since I have been having old sad memories about the time my mother told me my father died, he was assaulted in his restaurant, left severely injured, he didn't make it. Nobody knew about that, I never talked about it, and today was the anniversary.

I decided to meet Kylie's room mate, so I dress accordingly, a bright polo shirt and a pair of mid length (covering 3/4 thigh) jersey shorts. We go to their apartment, Kylie opens the door, I couldn't help but smile seeing Connor staring at Kylie as if she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
I mean, she is not ugly, I see her as an average girl next door, she is thin, almost fragile if I might add, she is wearing a black short sleeve t-shirt showing her slim arms, a pair of cargo shorts, just above the knee and hiking boots.  On the other hand, I see her room mate, who introduced herself as Abby, who definitely has a more feminine body, she is wearing a very revealing pink top, I could admire her slightly thick abs, they are a little less than flat, but she is far from overweight, going lower, I see a pair of denim cut-off shorts that barely covered her  rear end, as a matter of fact, a little butt cheek sticks out, when I briefly glimpse, she has her curves in the correct places. I think I might like her, I hope we get along fine.

Anyways, we leave, Connor is driving my car, I have the GPS in case needed, the girls are chatting in the back. I am a bit dubitative on how to get to know Abby a little bit more. After a few hours the opportunity arises. We stopped to stretch and grab a snack, I didn't gather the courage to talk to her, damn, wasted opportunity. Destiny seems to be pairing us together, when we get back to the car, Connor asks me to drive and Kylie chooses to stay in the back with Connor, leaving Abby as a copilot. I had a hard time not taking looks at her nice abs.

I keep driving until sunset, we stay at a motel, again, I am starting to suspect Connor and Kylie are trying to set me up with Abby, as there are only two beds and Connor and Kylie are sharing a bed, leaving Abby to sleep with me. Connor and I both sleep shirtless and with boxers, I didn't even see Kylie come out of the bathroom when she went in with Abby, but Abby came out wearing sexy lingerie, I moved to the edge of the bed to give Abby space, afraid I might touch her inappropriately. Abby cuddled with me! I can't believe she is trusting that much in me, we barely know each other, I am trying not to get aroused as she is intermittently touching me, at one point in the night she placed both her shapely legs over mine, I couldn't move, but honestly as if I wanted to, I really loved feeling her, I even dared moving my hand to her beautiful abs, caressing it slightly, every now and then so it didn't seem obvious.

After an interesting and stimulating night, next day we get up early eat breakfast, then after a couple of hours we reach Fort Lauderdale and spend the day on the beach, Connor got a lot of attention with his intense red shorts, Kylie came out with equally intense orange swimming shorts, even though I have known Kylie for quite a while I don't remember seeing her bare thighs before, I don't know why she never shows her abs or thighs, her slim abs are aesthetic and her slim thighs have good muscle tone considering her body type, Abby came out in a sexy purple two piece bikini, showing off her lovely abs. We spent the day playing volleyball and swimming, I am really starting to like this girl, I hope she gives me a chance to spend more time with her.

The sun is about to set, we order food to go and eat dinner in our room, as we were eating, Kylie receives a phone call, I think something is really wrong as, from what Connor has told me about Kylie, she never cries, at least in front of people. I see signs that Kylie feels like crying, she swallows a couple of times, which I identify quickly because that's what I usually do to try to dissolve the knot in the throat, I see her eyes are more shiny.

Kylie abruptly stands from the table and goes away from us, Connor follows her soon after, leaving Abby and me alone. Abby tells me that something is going way bad and she would not allow her best friend and roomie alone, so we decide to go beside her. When we are near Kylie, Connor moves to kneel in front of her, placing his hands on her thighs, comforting her. I go behind Connor and sit at Kylie's right side, Abby goes to the left, sitting right next to her. I can see Kylie is not doing very well keeping her tears at bay, as I see her lips pursing and her eyes filled to the brim, not blinking, to avoid her tears to fall, I just know that dilema, if I blink, the tears go wherever they want, if I don't blink, a tear will fall faster, but Hollywood style, in a single, sparkling streak. Just when I thought the tears could no longer be contained in her hazel eyes, she tilts her head up, as if that could make the tears go back in.

I see Connor desperately rubbing her thighs faster and stronger, cleaving his fingers in her skin, Kylie puts the phone down on Abby's thigh, quickly bringing both hands up to cover her face. At this moment I turn to look at Abby, we clearly know Kylie failed to suppress the tears, yet, we don't acknowledge it, so, as soon as Kylie lowered her face to normal position, still covering it with her hands, I instinctively embrace her holding her shoulders with my hands as Abby softly places a hand on Kylie's left arm, supporting her. She finally blinked, as I saw a tear right next to my face escape from the cover of her hands. Connor swiftly wiped it away with the pad of his index and middle fingers. Suddenly I started thinking of when my dad was murdered, nobody took care of my tears because I was the man of the house now, I tried to shake that feeling off. Kylie suddenly removed her hands from her face, bringing my attention back to her, I think she regretted doing so, as she blushed when she saw our faces with her tear streaked face, honestly I was surprised at how many tears she produced in such a short time, as I briefly saw at least three tear streaks on each cheek. Connor immediately wiped her cheeks clean of tears, wave after wave of her tears were wiped by Connor. At the same time I stopped embracing her and caressed her hair as Abby started rubbing her back soothing her.

Kylie's tears subside, and, Abby, seeing her calmer now, asked her what happened, when Connor wiped the last tear streak, he brought his wet hands back to Kylie's thighs as Kylie started to talk about her parents separating my eyes started to fill with tears and so do Kylie's, I have my eyes fixed on hers listening attentively. When Kylie said her parents' splitting was her fault, her voice broke and the last word was wavy, tears quickly filled her eyes and sprang down her face accompanied by a sob. I, already sensitive, reacted without thinking, I swiftly brought a hand to her face, wiping a tear that rolled from the outer corner of her right eye, when I saw Abby's hand on Kylie's other cheek, surprising to see also Kylie raising her hands to cover her face and Connor's hands starting to approach. I felt Connor and Kylie move in slow motion as Abby and I reacted normally, it was strange, yet very emotional as I don't remember the last time I had someone's tears in my hands, if ever. That was the drop that broke the glass, I felt my eyes brimming with tears and as I was raising my hands to cover my face, I took a glance at Abby, who was also with tears on her eyelashes.

Through my hands I could see Connor kissing and wiping Kylie's tears, I felt a lot calmer and thought I successfully managed to suppress my tears, so I stop shielding my face, I turned to see Abby, her face looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her, if I thought Kylie was a profuse crier, Abby had at least twice the tear streaks and her tears rolled down all the way down her face to her neck and even some managed to go as far as her cleavage. I was admiring Abby's face when I felt a hand in my cheek, I flinch, as I had never had anyone caress my face, only to see Kylie's wet finger, I didn't even notice I had shed tears, I became extremely embarrassed, my best friend's girlfriend wiping a tear from my cheek, how unmanly way to spend spring break. As I was thinking I felt another hand on my other cheek, boy, could this get even more uncomfortable, Connor wiped a tear from my cheek, I never even thought guys did that, I mean, he could take care of his girlfriend's tears, but another guy, I blushed and turned my face away to avoid making things worse. I didn't dare look back until the crying fit ended. I managed to stop crying thinking of Abby's stunningly beautiful tear streaked face, oh, how I wanted to comfort her, but she was quite far and she barely knew me. I heard other things happening, but I was too focused on composing myself and gaining my masculinity back. 

Night time again, we all chatted for a little while as if nothing happened (thank God) and we decided to leave the next day to Kylie's cousin house.We all go to bed, I am getting used to sleeping with Abby, tonight we all are sensitive because of the shock of seeing Kylie cry. I couldn't stop myself asking: "Abby, about earlier today, I saw you comforting Kylie, if it's not imprudent, may I ask what brought you to tears? 

Abby: "What Kylie is living right now happened to me six years ago, mom and dad split and I got to stay with dad, who I love a lot, but I miss my mom".

Abby's beautiful blue eyes began to fill with tears. I get closer to her and rest my lips next to hers. "I know it's too soon to say this but, if there's anything I can do for you, if you need someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on or a hand to carry you when you are down, I'll be more than happy to be that person. "Abby's tears are about to overflow. 

Abby: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying, we're supposed to be having fun, I'm feeling a bit sad, yet happy, sad because I miss my dad, since I came to school here, I seldom have the time or money to go visit him, and happy because you are the first person to sincerely offer me support". Abby sits, resting her head on the headboard.

The movement made her tears roll down her lovely cheeks. I support a hand on her thigh raising myself to sit at her level, caressing her abs as I rise. Seeing her tear streaked face and tears still falling unchecked make me feel the urge to wipe her tears, but we don't have that trust level yet, so I move my hand close to her face and ask: "May I...?" 

Abby blushes at the question, acting as if she didn't understand answers: "May you...what, Tyrell?"

I didn't expect that, I don't know how to react, I just motion my hand waving and say: "Well, guess I shouldn't have dared to ask, nevermind". Just when I started to bring my hand down, she took my hand with her hand and guided it to her cheek, wiping a few tears along with some tear streaks as she said: "You don't need my permission to wipe my tears, when I was in my early teens and hormones made my mood swing, my dad always wiped my tears when I cried and didn't even ask. I must confess, I loved when he did."

Feeling her warm tears spurred me to kiss her. I kissed her lips first, taking her face in my hands, wiping her warm tears, she corresponded the kiss quite emotionally, I am starting to fall for this girl. When we break the kiss, we look at each other, Abby still has a few tears running down her cheeks, I gather the courage to kiss them, I tell her: "I am keeping my word", as I scoop her in my arms, place her on my lap, kiss a tear from each cheek, stop for a second to look at her, she has a radiant smile on her face and a couple of tears as well as several drying tear streaks. Her smile reassured me to kiss a couple more tears from under her eyes as well as wipe the rest of her streaks. The only signs that could tell she had been crying are her red nose and her puffy eyes. I gently pat her thigh, feeling her hidden muscles jiggle along with the meat covering them, gently caressing my way up to her abs, rubbing them in slow imperceptible circles.

Abby smiles, and as I still caress her abs she tells me: "Thank you Tyrell, you brought back to me fond memories of my dad, but, if I may add, you surpassed him, I had never had my tears kissed, I felt butterflies fluttering in my whole body, and, honestly, I would love if you did it again if you have the chance."

After this intense night, next morning, we get ready to leave.

I love Tyrell's chapter the most (I might just be into the male crying and all) but Abby's chapter is exquisitely written as well. I'm glad you decided to continue writing.

Connor's POV:

The trip went in an instant, only for my numb buttocks and legs, I felt I could spend more time with Kylie without thinking twice. When I look up after only seeing Kylie's body and face, I see a house and Tyrell is stopping, I guess this is our destination. Kylie whispers to me to tell the guys to give us some privacy, I ask Tyrell to take Abby to get to know downtown. They leave us at the doorstep.

We knock at the door and a young man around my age opens the door and hugs Kylie so tight I could hear the air was squeezed out of her lungs. After almost suffocating my girl, he turns to me, I say: "Hello, nice to meet you, I am sorry it's not under better circumstances."

Brandon: "Hi, I am Brandon nice to meet you, I'll start to get to know you from scratch, not from what my aunt has told me about you."

Kylie: "Brandon, even now you are with your unique sense of humor."

Brandon kisses Kylie's cheek and motions us to enter the house. We reach the living room, there is a large couch only with a tv set in the front, Kylie's mother is there, there are tear stains all over her face, she starts yelling at Kylie, anger slowly builds inside me, I start breathing slowly, thinking positive, the anger slowly goes away.

I didn't hear a word they said as I was focused not bursting in anger against that woman. I tried not even seeing, the first sentence I heard was from Kylie: "Really mom, you are telling me strong girls don't cry, when you are sobbing, I am sorry to tell you, you raised me with a wrong idea about crying, I always went to my room to cry alone, thinking I was weak and I shouldn't be crying, even if no one saw me, I usually felt worse after crying but you know what, one of the best sensations I have felt is when I cried in Connor's arms and he held me in his arms, comforted me, wiped my tears, I felt relieved, loved, lighter and in a way better mood. There should be no shame in tears when you are with a loved one."

Hearing Kylie say that urged me to go and be there for the love of my life, so I went and I saw that she had a stunningly beautiful tear that left a thin streak down the middle of her cheek, I couldn't help but lovingly wipe it away, then crossed an arm over her shoulders holding her far shoulder, transferring a sense of protection, Kylie turned to kiss me, showing me her other cheek, beautifully marked with a single, thin, sparkling tear streak in the middle of her cheek, I followed the tear streak, finding a perfect, round tear at mouth level, which I gently wipe from just under her eye, drying her tear streak, until I reach the tear, transferring it to my index finger.

We both turn to see Kylie's mother, for the first time in my life, I can feel she is truly worried about Kylie and she is crying in frustration, her face looks dumbfounded, never had I seen tears on her face, less unchecked, she would never allow her tears fall unchecked in front of anybody. I was shocked to see Kylie wipe a tear from her mother's cheek, when she wiped the tear from her mother, I glimpsed a discrete smile on her face, which I interpreted and reacted quickly wiping tears from her mother's other cheek.

Not knowing how Kylie's mother would react, we take a step back, Kylie's mom drops on the couch, still shocked. Brandon quickly brought us chairs to sit near her, he placed my chair first, I seated, then he placed Kylie's chair, when he motioned her to sit, he wiped a tear from her cheek.

I become conscious and stay closer to Kylie's face, even though her tears are subsiding, I manage to kiss some tears, wipe others, finally resting my hand on Kylie's sexy thigh, feeling it jiggle when my hand dropped there, squeezing and caressing intermittently as we talked with her mother. I saw and, even felt if I may say, Kylie's mother's eyes on my hand, following it as I caressed Kylie's silky smooth thigh. In my opinion, after a long, exhausting conversation, we ended in better than expected terms, she is still not very convinced, but is giving me the opportunity to be with her daughter. We are set to leave, I feel overwhelmed with emotions, anger, frustration, love, and other mixed emotions that I can't pinpoint.

Brandon comes to me, gives me a warm hug and says: "Thank you for loving my cous so much, you know, I would give my life for her, that's how much I love her, and I miss her since we moved here, take care of her and visit whenever you have a chance". Brandon's voice broke at the last sentence. Kylie hugs Brandon and says to him:  "You know I love you Brandon, you can call me everyday if you like, don't wait for stuff like this to happen to reach me". When they break the hug I hold Kylie's hand and I see Brandon's eyes sparkling with tears, which overflow, leaving a single streak down his cheeks. I turn to see Kylie and she also has stunningly beautiful tears down her face. I could no longer keep my emotions in when I see Brandon lift a hand, approaching Kylie, as Kylie placed a hand on Brandon's cheek, they wiped each other's tears from one cheek, I kissed the tear on Kylie's other cheek as Brandon holds Kylie from her shoulder  and I wiped Brandon's unchecked tear from his other cheek as I say to him: "Brandon, you don't need to shed sad tears for Kylie, I will do everything in my hands to bring her at least every summer vacation period."  

I feel a single, warm tear slowly fall from each of my cheeks and, strangely, for some reason I don't feel shame. Kylie turned to look at me, her eyes quickly went for my tears, I don't know what's on her mind, her cousin is still in front of us. She surprised me when she kissed my tear, lovingly wiping the streak left with her thumb. I don't know why I felt thrilled, even aroused. What surprised me even more was Brandon wiping my other cheek, he delicately took the time to place his index and middle finger pads under my eyes, gently sliding them through the streak until he reached my tear. I didn't know how to react, instinctively I smile and blush, as Kylie and I turn to leave. I think Brandon and I will get along quite fine.

Abby's POV:

The ride to South Carolina was a bit exhausting, we didn't even stop to go to the restroom, but being with Tyrell made the trip less monotone, we had small talk, I noticed he glanced frequently to my abs, and seldom to my legs. After several hours we reached our destination and Connor and Kylie got out of the car, they requested a couple of hours, which I wasn't going to waste.

We decide to go to a coffee shop to get to know each other better, we found Crema coffee bar and Tyrell ordered a salad, no wonder he is fit, I go for the turkey sandwich, to drink we both got frappes, this time his' looks like a dessert, while I order the house specialty.
We light chat for a little while, then I try to go deeper asking: "Well, seems we are getting along pretty well, plus, you know part of my childhood now. What about your parents?"

I see the question hit a soft spot, I start to feel sorry for him, but I won't cry, this is his moment, I'll be there for him. With tears shining in his eyes, he answers: "Well, my mom lives in Massachusetts".

A bit curious and a bit concerned I ask: "How about your dad, is he separated from your mom?" I can see he is starting to struggle holding his tears in, his eyes started to sparkle and he lowered his eyes. I gently placed my fingers on his chin and put a little pressure, as if asking if he could please look at me, he did.

Tyrell is still not talking, I try to get him to: You don't have to hide, I can see the pain, you know, a pain shared is a pain halved, trust in me." I caress his cheek, anticipating tears. This gesture had him closer to tears, I think he is about to break, and, if he decides to share it with me, I'll be here to comfort him.

I see him starting to swallow, I know the familiar knot tightening the stomach, then the throat, the tears already formed, about to fall, his cheeks and nose are blushing. I encourage him to let go: "Tyrell, you can cry, you don't need my approval or consent to feel, always be true to yourself and never feel ashamed for you have done nothing wrong." I didn't know how he would react, so I waited.

I saw Tyrell look around, as if looking for someone, then, looking at me, he started to share his experience: "My dad was murdered when I was eleven, I felt a huge weight fall on me, as I was the man of the house now, I lived with my mom and my sister, both of them spent days crying and, I had to find a job while still at school. Everyday, I studied all morning long, ate something on the way to work, worked the afternoon shift, arrived home almost at midnight, and did homework. This lasted a couple of years. I never had the chance to mourn him or to live like my schoolmates, who went into sports on weekends, I spent most of my weekends at home studying, keeping up with school, doing all in my hands not to break down, as I was my sister's rock, I was the one who held her trembling, sobbing body until she fell asleep, I was the one wiping her torrents of tears, I was the one to give words of hope, but I was also affected and I had no one to hold me as I cried myself to sleep, I had no one to wipe my tears and comfort me."

As he finished talking, his voice broke and the long anticipated tears started their journey down Tyrell's handsome cheeks. I was stunned and my heart went galloping, I had never seen a man cry, my dad never cried, at least in front of me, and I secretly wished, at least once in my life, to return the comfort I received, wiping their tears in return, especially a guy I'm into. Also, I thought men always cried like in the movies, a single, thin teardrop, leaving an almost imperceptible streak behind, but Tyrell had a huge tear slowly rolling, as if clinging and not wanting to fall, down the middle of his right cheek, soon imitated by his left eye, so single streaks down the middle of his cheeks were visible. Soon after, he blinked, sending more tears down his cheeks, plus they started to form a new path, down the inner corner of his eyes.

I couldn't hold back any longer, so I get up and go to him, sit on his lap, I notice my skirt raised higher than expected as I was careless when I sat on Tyrell's legs, and I whisper in his ear: "You can let it all out, I am here for you, if you need more privacy, we can go to the car, unless you feel safe here in my arms". I hugged Tyrell with one arm, my face was now pretty close to his, I was amazed to see at this distance, the huge tears and the thick tear streaks left by them, I, very carefully and lovingly placed my index and middle fingertips just below the middle of his cheek, where the tear streak started, slowly caressing and wiping at the same time, the path the tear took, until I reach it, halfway down his cheek.

I think I was short of breath, I was so excited being able to be here, wipe his tears, Tyrell snapped me out of thinking, as he smiled, he held me firm by my waist, I just felt my abs molding to his hand, and he surprised me when his other hand fell on the middle of my thigh, my senses were already overstimulated to be self conscious about my jiggly thighs, my thighs could mold at the will of his hands, there's no shame in it, he caressed it the same way I caressed his cheek, slowly moving to my upper thigh, then lower.

I wipe a couple more tears from his cheeks, then, looking him at the eyes say: "I am willingly corresponding to your offer from yesterday, I'll be here whenever you need to talk, I'll be here to wipe your tears when you need to cry, I'll be here to hold you in my arms whenever you need love and support". When I said this I kissed a tear from each cheek, wiping the rest with my thumbs, cleaning his face from all traces of crying. By this, he stopped crying, I was really comfortable in his lap. I didn't want to get off, plus, I like when he caresses my thighs. But I understood we had to go back for Connor and Kylie, he surprised me. He patted my thigh and squeezed it to hint me it was time to go, even though I am a bit self conscious, I really like when a guy I like touches my legs. We go and pick up Connor and Kylie.