Trevor's Year

[DonQuixote]

Abi -
We were competing for first, but Tantiboh replied to a PM just as I was starting to write my post -- I write more, too, so you would have won, anyway.

What am I saying -- you sure sounded like the BIGwinner in this chapter.

Wow. Not in my wildest dreams, and you get to experience it for REAL!

Tantiboh brought out your new found appreciation for the anus in this story. Alan made you aware of what was REALLY happening last chapter, and you got to explore it, show your appreciation to another with it, in this.

I've got to tell you, I've not had the experience. As my profile say - curious.
I got the stones and stopped at our local purveyor of all of the finer items for the pornographic, and purchased an electric assistant, to see if I could find out what it was all about. I've not found the magic spot yet, but it's not a unpleasant experience.

Tantiboh, HardReader, and Lonewolf's passion in recounting these stories egged me on to explore. Your story had a lot to do with it. Thank you.
I'm sure I'll figure it all out, given time. Lonewolf assures me I won't regret it.
AS they say, practice makes perfect. Of course, having a willing, trained instructor wouldn't hurt, either!

Tantiboh, I already gave you a quick thanks when I replied to the PM, but I wanted to publicly apply accolades to you for this latest lasciviousness. Your imagery is inviting. Your emotion is evocative. The sensuality is stimulating. The sex is fucking mind-blowing! (so much for my attempt at alliteration!) Well Done. More, More!

You can enhance my biography, anytime!

 

[DonQuixote]

Abi,
In all my excitement and attempts to be witty, I forgot to ponder -- where this new found appreciation of the inner sanctum of your body will take you with your swimmer friend -- but I also saw the overshadowing of saddened realization hit you when you saw Alan and Paul -- deep down you know he's "Good Time Charlie" but not "Forever". He was honest and upfront about that.

You are just starting to come to grips with it. It's hard, when you've been a fairly "faithful" not-quite-one at a time - guy, and you start to realize it isn't reciprocal.

I am curious how the "home life" will be when you get back together after last night/today.

Good Luck. But, maybe this afternoon was therapeutic as well as sexually soaring.

 

[DonQuixote]

Abi,
pps -- You have an unfair advantage in being able to be the first one to post over the rest of us -- You LIVE with the Author -- you KNOW when he posts the story.

(Unless you're out enteraining the ladies and lads at the time!)

 

[xrph1670]

Bravo, Tantiboh. Bravo! Great chapter.

Really, there is nothing more to say, other than I'd love to visit Paul and Alan's house...they have some great guests.

 

[Thomabulous]

I just finished Part 8...reading a chapter or two a day or so... It's good writing...especially compared to most of what goes up in this forum... I love that there is actual plot and not just the rush to the fucking parts.

 

[hardreader]

There's so much going on in this chapter. Of course there's the sex. Five guys. That's a lot of sex. And I loved every second of it. But also really enjoyed your descriptions of breakfast and the casual banter. And that shower revelation that Trevor had! It surprised him . . . and me. As much as I loved the sex, I really want to know where that line of the story with Trevor and Brandon is going.

And with the twins in the basement . . . you know I'll be back for more.

 

[DonQuixote]

Hi,Skittles,
Fancy meeting you here! I thought you might like this thread, too!
I take it you like your men in(out of!) singlets, too?
I know I do!

 

[tantiboh]

wow, I'm actually the first one to respond this time. great job tantiboh, and again you got a lot of details just right. It made me hard to remember it!

Thanks, abiwrestler.

Tantiboh, I already gave you a quick thanks when I replied to the PM, but I wanted to publicly apply accolades to you for this latest lasciviousness. Your imagery is inviting. Your emotion is evocative. The sensuality is stimulating. The sex is fucking mind-blowing! (so much for my attempt at alliteration!) Well Done. More, More!

You can enhance my biography, anytime!

Thank you, Don. Alliteration is always an awfully arduous accomplishment.

Bravo, Tantiboh. Bravo! Great chapter.

Really, there is nothing more to say, other than I'd love to visit Paul and Alan's house...they have some great guests.

Thank you, xrph!

I just finished Part 8...reading a chapter or two a day or so... It's good writing...especially compared to most of what goes up in this forum... I love that there is actual plot and not just the rush to the fucking parts.

I appreciate your comments, Thom. Not everybody likes an involved story, but I'm glad you're enjoying it. Welcome to the thread!

There's so much going on in this chapter. Of course there's the sex. Five guys. That's a lot of sex. And I loved every second of it. But also really enjoyed your descriptions of breakfast and the casual banter. And that shower revelation that Trevor had! It surprised him . . . and me. As much as I loved the sex, I really want to know where that line of the story with Trevor and Brandon is going.

And with the twins in the basement . . . you know I'll be back for more.

Thanks, HR. As promised, we'll see a resolution between Trevor and Brandon this week.

If you liked five guys, just wait until part 36.

Tantiboh, I began reading last night, and just now caught up to the last chapter. I'm loving it! I like how the sex is super sexxxy, but it's almost more like giving us a private glimpse into Abi's exploration of his emerging (bi)sexuality, which I find MUCH more erotic than just plain fucking. Thank you Abi, for being who you are, and thank you Tantiboh for bringing his journey to life for us. Now, I gots to rub one (or two) out, lol. Take care, fellas!

Thanks, Skittles. I agree with you that understanding the people makes a story like this much more interesting. Sex by itself is a mechanical act. It's the interacting personalities that make it exciting. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Welcome to the thread!

 

[tantiboh]

Part 27 – Acceptance​

Note: This chapter was almost never written but we’ve decided that you deserve resolution. It's short and simple. There’s no sex here.

December

***​

Trevor turned his head to watch the bedroom door in the dark as he picked out the sounds of Heather moving in the hallway, preparing for bed. It had been a sheer disaster. He'd been determined to make it work. He'd insisted that Brandon do it. Brandon had been patient, careful, had worked at him for an hour, had taken it slowly, had kept asking if Trevor was alright. Trevor kept lying badly, telling him through gritted teeth to keep going.

Finally, frustrated and worried, Brandon had said it wasn't going to work. Trevor had told him to keep going, that he was going to make it work for Brandon. The way he'd said it made Brandon put all the pieces together, why Trevor was insisting, why he was enduring the punishment, and it had pissed Brandon off. He had withdrawn without a word and silently turned off the light and pulled the blanket over them while Trevor could only lay there, his face burning with his mortification.

Within minutes sleep had deepened Brandon's breathing while Trevor could only lie awake staring at the ceiling, his eyes stinging in frustration as he replayed the events over and over again.

The line of light at the base of the door disappeared as Heather entered her own room. The minutes of gloomy silence ticked by. It was clear he couldn't do it. He simply couldn't give Brandon what he craved. Which meant that it wasn't going to work. Paul and Alan could share. That worked for them. It wasn't going to work for him; if he was going to be with somebody, to really be with them, to really move into the form of relationship he hadn't yet had with Brandon or anybody else, fidelity had to be there. Brandon couldn't do that.

The realization settled on his heart like a yoke; a tear escaped from the side of his eye and rolled down his temple. He wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere but here next to Brandon. He slid from under the covers. He moved in the dark to the door and opened it; closing it behind him, he stood nude in the hall, shivering as the winter cool of the small apartment picked at his skin and his nostrils drew the dampness of the bathroom.

His eyes focused on Heather's door. Impulsively, he knocked on it softly. "Come in," replied her tired voice.

Tentatively, he opened the door. Ah, Heather. Sex and time had formed a familiar friendship between them. "Heather?"

"What is it?" her soft voice floated through the dark.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" He knew even as he spoke the words that he hadn't managed to mask the vulnerability that embarrassed him so much. He felt like a child, standing in the door to his parents' bedroom, shivering and scared of the monster and the bump in the night.

Heather paused, evidently caught off guard by his plaintive request. "Sure."

Trevor closed the door and crossed the floor, slipping under the covers as she slid to make room. His leg brushed against the silk nightgown draped across her thigh. "Everything alright?" He almost said yes. He stayed quiet instead. "How are things between you and Brandon?" Heather gently pressed.

How to say it? "It's like..." he stammered, unsure of himself. "It's like I want to get closer, but everything I try blows up in my face."

Heather paused. "Do you really think that's your fault?"

The question took him aback. "What do you mean?"

She sighed. "I love my brother. We have been there for each other for our whole lives. In some ways, I know him better than he knows himself. Like everybody else, he's got problems, and you're an innocent victim." She paused. "Has he ever told you about his childhood?"

"You mean when he was raped?"

"I'm impressed. He hardly ever opens up to anybody enough to talk about that. But that wasn't what hurt him the most. He'll never tell you this himself, and if he finds out I told you, I'm going to track you down and tear your balls off."

Trevor grinned in spite of himself. "Wow. I guess he won't find out."

"The rape was what it was. It happened not long after he told our father that he was gay. Dad couldn't accept it. He still hasn't, not really. After our mom died, it was one more piece of bad news to him, and he refused to handle it. Anyway, he sat down and told Dad and me about what had happened. I still remember. Dad looked him straight in the eye and said, 'You got what you deserved, you little faggot.' And he stormed out."

"Shit," Trevor breathed.

"Yeah. The scary part was that Brandon didn't react at all. His face went blank and he turned on the television. He spent the next week pretending that nothing was wrong. Then I came home one day and found him sitting on his bed with Dad’s pistol in his lap.” Silence echoed. “He completely collapsed. We cried until he was exhausted. After that, I was the only stable thing in his life.” She paused. “I’m not telling this to get your pity. I’m telling you this so you understand. He’s got old wounds, and he keeps his distance because it hurts too much.”

They went silent for a moment in the dim green glow of the alarm clock. “What can I do about it?” Trevor asked.

Heather shook her head. “Nothing. What he really needs is professional counseling, which we can’t afford right now, and someone who loves him enough to fight with him and open those wounds up enough so they have a chance to heal. You can’t do that for him.”

Trevor bristled. “Why not?”

“Because,” Heather continued gently, “he’s not ready for it. And until he is, it’s not fair for you to put yourself on hold. Besides, I’ve known gay men most of my life, and you aren’t one.”

“Well, I’m bi,” Trevor shot back defensively.

“Dear,” Heather soothed, “you’re a straight man who’s learned to like sex with men. Were you ever attracted to men before you started having sex with them?”

The question caught Trevor off guard. She had a point. It wasn’t until after Travis that he’d started looking at men that way. His brow furrowed. She’d thrown him out of his comfort zone; he’d settled with himself that he was bisexual, and now Heather was telling him he was wrong. It confused him, and it pissed him off. “Who do you think you are?”

She reached over and brushed his ear in a sisterly fashion. “Just a friend who’s seen this before. Sexuality is more than what tab goes in what slot. Can you really imagine yourself sharing the rest of your life with a man? Could you spend your whole life devoting yourself to a man’s happiness? Would that really give you the emotional connection that you crave?”

Melissa flashed in his mind. He had a real connection with her, one he’d never had before or since. Could that happen with a man? Was it really just sexual? Did he really want it to be more? His mind roiled with the new questions.

“Well, that’s a lot to think about. As for you and Brandon,” Heather said, pulling Trevor’s attention, “you can’t blame yourself. He’s not ready for that kind of relationship. What you two have is going to fade into simple friendship, and, frankly, that’s probably the best way for you to help him.”

Trevor didn’t answer. His anger had faded. Long minutes passed as he considered what she’d said. A deep relief began washing through him as the pieces fell into place. Did it really have to mean something? His instincts pushed him to take sex beyond the physical into the emotional. Travis had been a confidante, a buddy more than a lover. He’d tried to go a step further with Brandon and that had failed. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense that it failed. Had he ever really been comfortable building that relationship with Brandon? He didn’t think so. He thought of the party and Alan and the twins. That had been purely physical, and it was a much more comfortable way to deal with those men. No pressure, no attachment, just fun or lust or whatever the hell it was. He realized he was fine with that. He did that with women sometimes, when the attraction was purely physical; why couldn't he do that with men?

He had been trying to fit Brandon into Melissa. And Brandon just didn’t satisfy that impulse. Square peg, round hole. And it wasn’t that Brandon had issues. It was that Brandon was a man, and Melissa had filled that void in him largely -because- she was a woman.

Even tonight, with Heather, she had in a few minutes connected with him in a way that changed his whole outlook. And she was just a friend. But could Travis have done that? Could Brandon? Melissa had. Maybe it was a spiritual connection, but that was what he really craved in his life. He realized that a man probably wouldn’t ever be able to do that. Not for him.

The confusion hadn't entirely dissipated, but he could see lights through the fog. It would clear up tomorrow, he knew, and he smiled, turning his head. “Thanks, Heather.” He paused, his hand finding her arm, brushing it lightly. “Wanna fuck?”

Heather laughed with a weary sort of joy. “I love that.”

“What?”

“How men always want to use sex to express their affection. I love that about guys.”

“Well, how about it?”

“I’m just too tired tonight. Tell you what,” she turned toward him and stroked his neck. “Cuddle up with me tonight and we’ll do it first thing in the morning. Sex is better when you have to pee anyway.”

“It’s a deal.” She turned and he snuggled against her back, draping his arm over her waist.

He closed his eyes, a deep peace settling into his soul. She was right. He liked the sex too much to give it up anytime soon, but that’s all it would be. He’d wait until the right girl came along. Until then, he’d stop fretting. A sleepy gratitude for Heather’s wisdom swelled in him. “Will you marry me?” he mumbled in the dark.

He heard her smile. “Sure.” It made him feel good.

***

They’d fucked, showered, had breakfast. Brandon had politely avoided him until Heather had left for work and they were getting ready for Brandon to shuttle Trevor home. Brandon reached for the door. Trevor put his hand against it and Brandon turned toward him. “I understand,” Trevor said, meeting Brandon’s gaze. “It’s not going to work between us, not like I wanted. I still want to be your friend.”

Brandon’s deep green eyes softened then moistened. Trevor saw a chink in the man’s armor, the only one he’d ever seen, the only time he’d ever found a crack in that careful control. “I’m sorry,” Brandon said softly.

Trevor leaned in and they kissed gently, savoring for the last time the connection that both felt dissolving away.

 

[DonQuixote]

Abi,
I applaud you for taking what Alan taught you and trying to go the next step with Brandon, to try and fulfill ALL of His needs, as you thought he was fulfilling yours.
To try and be ONE in the best sense of the word. A completed union.

I'm sorry you couldn't make your mind & body accept all of the demands. But, I think Brandon has a very wise, loving sister - for both of you. She gave you a way to come to terms with your love for Brandon AND yourself.

She helped you set aside the sadness and feelings of guilt that you couldn't give him all he needed, because of his issues. AND, she put her friendship for you foremost, when she told you what YOU are.

She challenged your status quo. In doing so, she set you free to be who you truly are. A better family of true friends than these two, you could not hope to improve upon.

Tantiboh,
Your prose perpetually provides pensive ponderings. Purposefully put, philosophically presented, passionately put forth.

Thank you, for once again giving us insight into these most intimate parts of Abi's life. Well Done, once again.


Sincerely,
Don Quixote

 

[xrph1670]

Awesome, as always, even without any sex.

 

[hardreader]

Very nicely done! Your ability to bring your characters to life demanded that a chapter like this would have to be written. And you did it beautifully. I'd love to hear what Abi's thoughts are on how you presented it, but I'd be stunned if they were anything other than high praise. Thanks.

And I can hardly imagine what you have in store for Part 36, but I'll be ready.

 

[harry113]

Thanks Tantiboh, wonderful chapter.
Heather is a great girl. She has opened Trevor's eyes so at last he can see his true self. I hope he can accept himself & he is happier for it.
Harry

 

[tantiboh]

Tantiboh,
Your prose perpetually provides pensive ponderings. Purposefully put, philosophically presented, passionately put forth.

Thank you, for once again giving us insight into these most intimate parts of Abi's life. Well Done, once again.


Sincerely,
Don Quixote

Thank you, Don.

Awesome, as always, even without any sex.

I appreciate that, xrph.

Very nicely done! Your ability to bring your characters to life demanded that a chapter like this would have to be written. And you did it beautifully. I'd love to hear what Abi's thoughts are on how you presented it, but I'd be stunned if they were anything other than high praise. Thanks.

And I can hardly imagine what you have in store for Part 36, but I'll be ready.

Thank you, HR. My original plan was to downplay this part of Trevor's experiences - how, after all, was I to maintain the interest of a gay audience with details about Trevor's relationships with women?

As I worked through the story, though, and as some of you have evidently come to understand Trevor better as a person, I saw that it would be more meaningful if I presented a clear picture. Some won't like that choice - there's no way anybody got off from that last chapter - but it's fundamentally a story about people, not about sex, and if the reader doesn't care about the people, then he'll have left the story a long time ago anyway.

I can state that this was the last pure character development chapter. We're entering the home stretch, and it promises to be a lot of fun.

Thanks Tantiboh, wonderful chapter.
Heather is a great girl. She has opened Trevor's eyes so at last he can see his true self. I hope he can accept himself & he is happier for it.
Harry

Thank you, Harry. An irony here is that Heather and Melissa are the only major characters of the story that I've never met in real life. Such is the impression that they made on Trevor that I've been able to breath some life in them solely from his input and descriptions.

We've entered a new time in Trevor's life. Thankfully, it proved to be much less tumultuous than the prior six months.

 

[tantiboh]

Part 28 – Hungry

January

***
​

Bellies full with the buffet dinner, Trevor and Jason flopped on their respective beds, content with the day's performance and life in general. "You tore up today," Trevor said. "Good work."

"Thanks. You too," the smaller man replied. Two divisions lighter than Trevor, Jason ranked as the shortest member of the team. The combination of his shorter stature and compact, powerful musculature let him slip out of holds that would snare most other competitors; he'd learned to leverage that to his advantage. Combined with the fact that he only practiced with larger teammates made him fearless and slippery on the mat. As a result, he scored consistently well at the meets.

They were on the road, competing in the second most important tournament of the season. The school had funded the trip well, complete with travel bus and motel rooms - much better than the dorms that they normally housed in on road trips. The coach's decision to pair him up with Jason was fine by Trevor; they'd formed a comfortable camaraderie in the past months. Jason's affable style and intensity and refreshing bluntness made for a fun combination and he always buoyed Trevor's spirits.

Trevor needed it, too. His relationship with Brandon had deflated quickly since that night; they were friendly and all that, but they didn't make time to be around each other anymore. The holidays had demanded their attention and their schedules in the new semester conflicted. They hadn't even had sex since that night, and Trevor no longer felt comfortable trying.

In fact, Trevor hadn't had sex with anybody, and Rosie Palm, for all her charms, just wasn't enough. His mounting horniness didn't help his general mood. He had looked forward to this trip with keen anticipation just for the distraction it would provide.

"Hey, Trevor," Jason looked at him, tugging him from his reverie. "I got a question for you."

"Shoot."

"Who was that dude you were hanging around last semester? The guy from the swim team?"

Trevor's eyebrow lifted. Kind of a strange question. "Brandon? Just a friend."

Jason laughed. "Come on, he was more than that. A moron could see that. You always acted weird whenever he showed up."

Trevor felt a shot of adrenaline as his gut warned him of the danger. He'd never dealt with this line of questioning before. Options shot through his mind. Defensive? Tell him to shut the hell up? No, that'd just make him suspicious. What would Brandon do? He wouldn't make a big deal about it. He'd just tell the truth and stick up for himself.

Trevor shrugged nonchalantly. "We messed around a few times."

Jason's eyes registered surprise. "Like, gay?"

"Yeah."

"Are you gay?" No rancor, just curiosity.

"I'm bi."

"So, like, guys and girls?"

"Yeah."

"Oh." Jason shrugged, running his fingers through his clean-cut black hair. "Okay." Simple as that. Trevor breathed easier. Brandon's advice had worked. "I'm taking a shower." Jason hopped up and grabbed his toiletries on the way to the bathroom.

Trevor flipped on the television, willing his nerves to settle down. The minutes passed as he watched a rerun; his jeans constricted him so he changed to the cotton boxers he used for sleeping and relaxed on the bed. Finally, Jason emerged naked from the bathroom in a billow of steam. Trevor had seen him naked before in the showers and locker room; Jason was one of those people who had no problem with nudity. But he moved differently now, he stood straighter, had his chest puffed out a bit, had his abs tightened. He stood beside Trevor's field of view pretending to be interested in what Trevor was watching and Trevor's eyes darted down as Jason distinctly flexed his ass. What the hell?

Jason crossed in front of the TV and lay on the bed, not bothering to cover up.

The sitcom wasn't very funny and Trevor felt his eyes drooping as the minutes ticked by. "Hey, Trevor."

"Yeah?"

"You ever have a freaky girlfriend?"

"Huh?"

"You know, who wants to do freaky things with you."

"Like what?"

"Well, my last girlfriend and me, we broke up a couple of months ago, you know, but she used to get off on freaky stuff." Trevor waited, grinning. He knew Jason would continue all on his own. "Like, she used to put stuff in my ass."

Trevor lifted to his elbow. "Yeah?" he encouraged, genuinely interested.

"She finally talked me into letting her fuck me, you know, with a strap-on."

"Jason," Trevor chuckled. "You get me to tell you I'm bi, then you walk in here all strutting and showing off, and you come out and tell me that your girlfriend used to fuck your ass. Is there a point to all this?" Jason flushed. Trevor laughed again at his discomfiture. Jason didn't get embarrassed. Ever. About anything. And here he was, beet red. "Look, just say it."

"Well..." Jason stammered, "thing is, I kind of liked it." He paused. "No, actually I -really- liked it. I liked it so much I got off on it. In fact, that's why the bitch broke up with me. She goes and fucks me up the ass then gets all pissy that I like it too much so I must be a fag. It's a good thing she doesn't go to our school or that slut would have spread it all over."

Trevor gave Jason a sarcastic grin. "There's got to be a point in here somewhere."

Jason glared at him. "You're going to make me say it, you bastard. Alright, fine. I stole my sister's dildo and I can't get enough of it. And I can't stop wondering what the real fucking thing is like."

"Sooo... you want to have sex with me."

Jason recoiled, his face scrunching in disgust. "Hell, no. I'm not gay. I don't want to do any of that touching or gay shit, alright?"

Trevor's grin broadened. "You just wanna... get fucked up the ass."

"Yes!" Jason threw his arm in the air in exasperation at Trevor’s thickness. Trevor busted up. "What's so funny?"

Trevor couldn't answer right away; finally, sniffling and wiping at his eyes, he said, "So, you walk in here all strutting and shit. What, did you think you were gonna fuckin' -seduce- me or something? That's the funniest fuckin' thing..." Trevor broke down again, burying his face in the pillow as Jason's mouth split in a grin, his cheeks reddening anew. "And you’re sitting there all fuckin' naked now..." They both laughed like it was the funniest joke in the world.

They finally recovered amongst sniffles and chuckles. "Well," Trevor said, "maybe at least your sister can get her dildo back."

Jason snorted. "I don't think she'd want it." He looked at Trevor. "Seriously. How about it?"

Trevor shrugged. "Sure, if you've got a rubber."

Jason grinned like a boy and hopped up, retrieving his keychain. "Woah, that's cool," Trevor remarked as Jason flipped open a rather discreet-looking device.

"Yeah, it's a condom case. Sometimes they tear if you keep them in your wallet. A lot safer this way."

"I gotta find one of those." Jason handed the silver packet to Trevor. "So..." Trevor said, grinning. "Now I gotta get hard."

"So get hard!"

Trevor's grin broadened. "It might help if you wiggled your ass again."

Jason laughed and hurled a pillow at him. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Alright, give me a couple minutes." Trevor sat on the edge of the bed, masturbating while Jason leaned back and watched the television. Jason kept sneaking glances. He didn't look at Trevor's body, just at his growing cock. Trevor smiled to himself. Jason really was cute. Trevor had been attracted to him months before, though that had kind of faded as they became better acquainted. Smooth chest, remarkable abs, boyish features strikingly accented by his jet-black eyebrows, a thin, dark treasure trail leading to suitably bushy pubes framing a flaccid circumcised penis. Yeah, he would do, Trevor thought as his erection grew.

Finally, he tore open the packet and unrolled the condom over his shaft. "Got any lube?" Jason shook his head. "Spit it is, then." Trevor smeared a glob over the latex and stood, stepping toward Jason.

The smaller man sat up. "Uh, I'm not exactly sure what to do here."

"Well, how did your girlfriend do it?"

"She did it doggy-style."

"Alright, then." Trevor clambered onto the mattress as Jason flipped to his hands and knees. Trevor kneeled behind him. "I'd loosen you up, but you said no gay stuff..."

"It's cool, the dildo doesn't even hurt anymore." Trevor pressed his cock head against Jason's asshole; he pushed slowly. Jason grunted in satisfaction as Trevor's head slipped past the resistance and his shaft buried in the smaller man’s body. "You alright?"

Jason flashed a half-grin over his shoulder. "Fuckin' A."

Trevor established a gentle rhythm, gripping Jason's waist. After a few moments, Jason's forehead hit the pillow. "That feels so fucking good."

Trevor smiled. Jason really loved it. He increased his pace to the smaller man's approving moan. "You like that?"

"Yeah. Dude, go harder." Trevor complied, shifting to a rapid fuck. Jason's moaned continuously. He gripped the head of the bed and pushed back against Trevor, their bodies slapping together as the bed creaked and Trevor admired the pulsating muscles in the man's back and shoulders as his arms worked. Trevor wondered if any of his teammates were in the next room hearing the noise. The idea turned him on. He pounded relentlessly, their bodies crashing with each thrust, sweat beading on his forehead.

Minutes passed as the men fucked hard; finally, Trevor's stamina faltered. He couldn't keep pace with Jason's aggression. Jason pulled off of him and spun around, shoving him to his back. The smaller man crawled over him almost urgently and straddled his waist, dropping hungrily down onto Trevor's cock.

Trevor clasped his hands behind his head and watched. Jason had leaned back, his body tight and glistening, his cock rock hard and waving in the air, his head and his eyes rolled back. The smaller man rode him hard as if possessed, alternating between rough bouncing and gyrating his hips back and forth and around. Fuck, how Trevor loved that. He fought back the spark, willing it to remain leashed, knowing it was a losing battle, especially with the horniness he'd packed on the trip. Jason's wagging cock beckoned to him. "Let me jack you off."

Jason was too turned on to care about the 'gay shit.' He nodded. Trevor grabbed his cut cock and stroked it, sliding the skin of the shaft across the ridge of the head.

Within seconds, Jason's breathing changed and his riding intensified. Trevor let the spark loose, thrusting his hips to feed it as the fire between the two went white-hot and exploded; Trevor grunted as Jason's asshole ground relentlessly over his fiery shaft, pulsating across it as Trevor's semen pooled in the condom and Jason's cum smeared over his thumb and dribbled to his belly. Trevor's eyes locked onto Jason's face, empathizing, drinking in the expressions, fascinated with the emotions. He loved the sight of rapture he saw there. All this time with Travis and Brandon and he'd never really noticed how beautiful a man's face was when it was racked with pleasure.

"Oh, shit... oh shit..." Jason moaned as the pleasure died. He leaned forward, letting Trevor's shrinking cock squirt from his ass with a grunt. He rolled and fell to the bed beside the larger man. "Fuck, that was amazing..." he breathed as he looked over at Trevor. "Thanks, bro."

Trevor smiled. "Anytime."

Jason smiled back. "I hope you mean it."

 

[DonQuixote]

Abi,
That was GREAT! I love men in (& OUT) of Singlets!
(If you're up for a Road Trip to Springfield in the next couple weeks, I know someone who'd appreciate you doing to them what you did for Jason!
I'm sure he'd be happy to clean you up with his tongue, paying particular attention to all the nooks and crannies around and under the glans afterwards, too. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind "all the gay shit", either.)

Seriously, thanks for sharing your life experiences with us. They are amazing.

Tantiboh, your skills at bringing Abi's history back to life are exquisite. Thanks for choosing to spend your spare time scribing entertainment for us troops. We are humbled (and aroused!) by your scrivener's salacious stenography.

Thanks, again.

 

[xrph1670]

I love the thought of all that toned muscle and smooth skin going at it. Thanks for sharing another HOT episode.

 

[DonQuixote]

Dear Fellow Readers:
Our masterful muse has published a short, one-time only, story for the express benefit of one of our own -- OK, I think Tantiboh got his rocks off writing this one, too.

Be sure to check it out and give him your appropriate thanks and gratitude.

http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=249790

 

[sheep]

I thought the story was ending after the farewell to the swimmer. It could have ended there. I'm glad it didn't. I am also so happy that Trevor didn't do any gay shit with the wrestler
I have finally caught up with the story. I'm loving every word and look forward to the next chapter.

 

[DonQuixote]

Skittles,
After you catch your breath, make sure you read the Custom Story. I don't think I'll be able to hear you from NorCal like I did Sheep from 25 Km N of Toronto BUT, I think you'll appreciate how Tantiboh makes you feel.

(Can your heart take it?) I am in complete agreement with Sheep, of course; I just stuffed a sock in my mouth to gag myself while I shot all over the place.