Brownie points -and- a gold star to the first person who can identify what they were watching that night.
Part 32 – Rules
February
***
Trevor waited as the phone rang. He hated this. He felt like a beggar. "Hello?"
"Alan? This is Trevor."
"What's up?"
"I've got a problem. My parents are kicking me out."
"Why?"
"Out past curfew, not calling, things like that." Trevor mocked his father's voice. "If you're too old to obey the rules then you're old enough to be on your own." He paused. "It kind of broke last night when we got into a stupid argument."
"Alright..." Alan waited.
"So, I don't have a job and I don't have enough money for an apartment." Trevor took a breath. He hated this. "Do you have room for one more?"
"Well, the twins have the guest bedroom." Alan considered. "We've got a large closet downstairs we could clean out. It won't fit much more than a bed and a dresser."
"That's fine." Trevor would take anything he could get.
"Let's talk about terms. You remember what we told Sam and Jim?"
"Yeah."
"You'll have to get a job. I mean it. You're not freeloading. Stay in school, all that."
"Fine. I need to do that anyway."
"We'll kick you out in a heartbeat if you don't live up to your end of the deal. We have our own rules. It's time to grow up and follow them."
Trevor's embarrassment bubbled into impatience. "I get it."
"Alright. I'll need to check with Paul. I assume you'll need a bed?"
"Yeah."
"We have a spare twin we can set up. Bring your own bedding. We also have an old dresser that should work." Alan paused. "Let me make sure Paul is amenable. I don't expect there will be any problem. I'll call back in a few minutes."
***
It had been sobering. His whole life fit into three boxes and a duffel. He owned nothing. His bed, his room, dishes, pots and pans, food, it all belonged to his parents. Without them, he was a pauper.
Hello, real world, he thought as he approached the front door, box in hand, bulging army duffel strapped across his back. The cold, dank air bit at the streaks of sweat along his hairline. He rang the doorbell. Footsteps on linoleum.
Alan greeted him with a friendly smile. "Come in. Welcome to Paul and Alan's Home for Wayward Boys."
Trevor grinned in spite of himself, stepping through the entryway. Movement caught his eye. Jim's arms worked as he mopped the kitchen floor. Trevor set the box on the floor and turned to Alan. "Thanks. I really appreciate this."
"Don't thank me. You're going to earn your keep. Isn't that right, Jim?"
"Hey, I'd have to mop my floor anyway if I had my own place. It's all good." Jim set the mop aside and stepped across the room. He offered Trevor his hand. "Good to see you again."
"Thanks," Trevor responded.
"Alright, let's show you where you'll sleep." Alan lifted the box and led Trevor down the stairs. "You know where the twins are, of course." He turned toward the other end of the basement. "You can share the bathroom with them, or come upstairs if you want to." He opened a door to a small room, windowless, with a single naked light bulb in a fixture above the door. A twin bed nestled in the corner, bare mattress on a simple metal frame and box spring, taking at least half the space. A basic dresser sat in the other, scarred and scratched. Bare wooden shelves stacked above the dresser lined the wall to the ceiling. "We took the bottom shelves out so you could move around. We thought you might want to use the top ones for storage." He turned to Trevor. "It's not auspicious, but it's dry and quiet."
"It's perfect," Trevor said. "Thanks again."
"No problem. Don't forget rent. I'll let you get settled in."
Trevor entered the room and closed the door. Deep in the basement, no fans or cars or motors, the silence of the room echoed like a tomb. He smiled. The rent was symbolic, sure, but this was the first place he'd ever paid for himself. It was his. It was perfect.
He suddenly wanted to share his achievement. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and selected Jason's number. "Hey. This is gonna sound stupid, but... Wanna go shopping?"
***
Jason and Trevor had wandered around the stores semi-aimlessly. Jason had bought some clothes and a couple of DVDs. Trevor, suddenly taking on the role of Mister Thrifty, had limited himself to the cheapest bedding he could find before the pair returned to Trevor's new home. He slung the oversized plastic bag over his shoulder as he stepped out of the car and they walked to the front door. He felt weird entering without knocking.
Sam stood in the kitchen, his hands buried in a bowl of ground beef as he mashed it into meatloaf. He looked up. "Hey."
"How's it going?"
"Great. Keeping busy, you know. I heard you moved in."
Trevor beamed. He knew he was a little too happy about it, but he didn't care. "Yeah."
"Great." He raised his voice good-naturedly, glancing toward the living room. "We always need another slave around here."
"Aw, you whine like a woman!" It sounded like Paul. "Get your shoes off and get back to work!"
Sam chuckled at Trevor's puzzled look. "We joke around. Seriously, though, coming here was the best choice we've made since we left home. You'll like it." He looked at Jason. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but..."
"Oh, this is Jason," Trevor jumped in, remembering his manners. "This is Sam. He and his brother live here too." Jason nodded his regards.
"Well, dinner should be ready in an hour or so. You can stay if you want. I'm making plenty."
"Thanks," Jason replied.
"Come on.” Trevor led Jason to the living room where Paul and Alan sat comfortably on the overstuffed furniture. Paul watched television; Alan flipped through a magazine. Both men had donned attractive clothes, Dockers and collars and shiny shoes. Paul glanced up. "Hello, Trevor. Welcome."
"Thanks. This is Jason. Paul and Alan. They own the house."
Paul stood and offered his hand. Alan set down the magazine and stepped over, sliding his arm around his boyfriend's waist. "How do you know Trevor?" Paul asked.
"We wrestle together," Jason responded.
Alan gave the smaller man a worried look. "Your parents haven't kicked you out recently, have they?"
Trevor laughed. Jason grinned politely, not quite grasping the joke, and shook his head.
Alan glanced at the clock. "You ready?" he asked Paul.
"Yep."
"We're going to a friend's house for dinner. Have a good night."
The younger men waited while the couple left. "So that's what a real-life gay couple looks like." Jason grinned. "I thought they'd be weirder."
Trevor chuckled. "Come on, I'll show you my room." He led Jason down the stairs and across the basement shag. He opened the door and switched on the light.
Jason laughed. "Great view!" he teased.
"Yeah, it's not much, but it feels good. Freedom, you know?"
Jason shrugged. "That's cool." He gave Trevor a sideways glance. "So you're in the closet?"
Trevor snorted. "Help me make the bed."
***
The pair had finished the bed and unloaded Trevor's things onto the shelves and into the dresser and rejoined Sam in the kitchen. He enlisted their help setting the table as the minutes ticked down on the meatloaf. They sat and chatted while they waited, laughing and joking, Sam's bold gregariousness a perfect counterpoint to Jason's affable hyperactivity.
Jim wandered into the room. "Smells good," he said.
"Mom's recipe," Sam offered.
"Mmm..." He looked at his brother sharply. "The math homework's hell. Don't put it off like you did last time."
"Yeah, yeah..." Sam replied indifferently.
"Cause you're sure as hell not copying the answers again." Jason's gaze shifted back and forth between them. Jim noticed. "Something wrong with your neck?"
"No, it's just... I can't tell you apart."
Jim grunted and stepped around the table, opening the fridge. "Don't mind him," Sam advised. "He's just in a bad mood. And he’s jealous because I’m prettier." He reached back and punched his brother's arm, unsuccessfully trying to provoke a reaction. "Some of mama's meatloaf will cheer him up. Speaking of..." Sam said as the timer on the stove beeped. He stood and retrieved the oven mitts.
Jim sat at the table with the pitcher of water and poured it into his glass. "So who the fuck are you anyway?"
"Jason," Trevor offered. "Friend of mine from school." Jim drank the water instead of responding. Sam dispensed great slabs of steaming meatloaf to their plates.
***
Halfway through the meal, Jim looked at Jason. "How do you two know each other?"
"We're on the wrestling team together. Since the beginning of last semester. But we didn't really start hanging out until a few weeks ago."
"What changed?"
Jason stared at Jim like a deer in the headlights. He looked at Trevor for help out of the corner he’d backed into. "You can tell them," Trevor said, grinning. Always embarrassed about it, he thought.
Jason stared at his food. "Uh..."
"We started messing around," Trevor explained. "Jason likes it up the butt."
"Oh." Sam took another bite.
Jason stared, evidently surprised at the tepid reaction. "They're gay," Trevor explained to his puzzled look.
Jason's eyebrows shot up. He laughed. "I don't know anyone who's gay, and now you guys are popping up all around me."
Sam looked at him, bemused. "Wait, you're not gay?"
"I'm straight," Jason asserted.
The swimmer shook his head, grinning. "No. No straight guy would like getting fucked."
Jason's jaw set. He bit off a retort as Jim stepped in. "That's the most arrogant thing I've ever heard," the gymnast declared.
"What?"
"The idea that a guy who gets it on with another guy is automatically gay." Jim glared at his brother. "Just because he likes what you like doesn't mean he's got to be just like you," he scolded.
"Thank you," Jason remarked.
"Woah," Sam looked at his brother. "Somebody's pissy."
"Yeah, idiot," Jim snapped. "And we wonder why straights are uncomfortable around us. Too many gays are as fucking arrogant as you are."
Sam lifted his hands defensively. "I was just making conversation. I wasn't looking for a fucking argument."
"Then eat your meatloaf and shut the fuck up." Sam looked at Trevor and Jason with a masturbatory gesture. Trevor shook his head. They fought like brothers. At least it was going to be interesting living with them. Jim and Brandon would get along famously.
Jim turned back to Jason. "So you like getting fucked."
"Yeah," the wrestler admitted.
"That's cool. You like porn?" Jim mashed the last bite of meatloaf into his mouth.
Jason grinned. "That's a funny question."
Jim looked at him wolfishly and swallowed. "If I'm gonna fuck you up the ass, I gotta know how to get you horny."
"Thank God," Sam muttered. "He's always happier after he gets laid," he explained to the others' questioning looks. "It's why I always fuck him when he gets pissy. It's good for fuckin' domestic tranquility."
Trevor laughed. Jason's jaw dropped. "Wait, you -do- each other??"
Jim glared sarcastically. "We're twins. The narcissistic bastard gets off on pretending that he's fucking himself." Sam guffawed while the others smiled. Jim turned back to Jason. "So how about it? You like porn?"
"Yeah, who doesn't like porn?"
"You said you're straight. You ever watch gay porn?"
Trevor chuckled as Jason flushed. "No." He paused. "I mean, I've stumbled onto a couple of sites that had pictures of dudes sucking dicks, but I don't go looking for it, you know?"
"Well, I need some fucking gay porn," Jim declared, pushing back from the table. He glanced at Trevor. "If you're going to live here, I should show you where the stash is."
"Uh, I don't really watch it either," Trevor responded dubiously.
"Good! The stuff rots your brain anyway. Come on." Trevor and Jason looked at each other and rose, mostly because neither really knew what else to do. Jim led them into the living room, Sam following behind. The gymnast turned on the TV. "There are perks from living with a geek. The television is connected to a computer." Jim poked at the remote control. "The computer is connected to Alan's big-ass server upstairs. They've got a whole drive just for porn." A list of files displayed on the screen.
"Paul subscribes to amateur porn sites," Sam offered. "They've got a shitload."
"You see this one yet?" Jim asked his brother.
"I started it." Sam grinned rakishly. "I didn't get through it."
"That good? Alright, then." Jim started the movie.
"Yeah, you've got three guys taking turns fucking another one, then they double fuck him." The swimmer smiled. "That's as far as I got."
Jason stared. "Double fuck? Is that even possible?" Trevor smiled, remembering when he was that innocent. It seemed like a long time ago. The twins didn't answer.
The four settled back as the men onscreen stripped each other and made out. Jim took the chair to the side; Jason settled on the couch between the other two. Trevor's cock hardened as the actors moved to a chain-suck. He glanced at Jason. Jason grinned at him. "I can't believe I'm getting into this."
"Me too. A couple of those guys are pretty hot."
"I'm not really into the dudes. It's the dicks that are doing it." The smaller man gave a goofy grin. "I want 'em up my butt."
Trevor laughed. "You're turning into a slut."
"Yeah, well..." Jason pointed at the screen as the first erection slid into the bottom's ass. "He seems to like it."
“I can’t believe I waited this long to watch it,” Jim noted.
“Yeah, I think this one’s over a year old now,” Sam replied, grinning. “Catching up to everything they’ve got’s a real bitch, ain’t it?” He stood and stripped to his underwear. He pulled his cock and balls through the fly of his black briefs and sat back next to the wrestler. Jason's eyes followed Sam’s erection, fascinated as it wagged and bounced with the swimmer’s movements. Sam noticed; smiling mischievously, he pulled Jason's hand over. Jason stroked it slowly, transfixed.
The minutes passed as the actors fucked and sucked each other. Jim had pulled his cock into the open and stroked it slowly; Trevor followed suit. The onscreen bottom moaned as two of the tops double penetrated him; Jason's eyes widened. Jim noticed his wonder. "Something you wanna try?"
Jason shook his head, smiling. "I don't have the guts."
The four watched the gangbang in silence while the actors fucked harder. The shot switched to the three tops surrounding the bottom's head; one of them came into the bottom's mouth. Jason squirmed. "Fuck that," he exclaimed. "That's nasty!"
"Actually, it's pretty fun," Sam remarked.
"Eating another dude's spooge? No fuckin' way!"
Jim grinned. "Sounds like a challenge." Jason shook his head and turned back to the TV. One of the tops fucked the bottom wildly while the bottom ejaculated, cum clinging to his face. Trevor's cock twitched in his hand as he watched the bottom's expression. "That's hot," Jason breathed.
Jim stood and removed his clothing. He wore black briefs identical to his brother's. "Get that bitch's clothes off," he said to Trevor and Sam as he went to the cabinet for a condom. "I'm gonna fuck his ass."
Jason grinned and cooperated as the others pulled at his clothing; in moments, he sat naked on the couch, his cock hard and glistening at the tip. Jim had tugged his erection through the fly of his briefs and applied the condom and lube. "Turn around," he commanded.
Jason knelt on the sofa, leaning against the cushions. He pressed back as Jim's cockhead pushed against his asshole; in moments, the gymnast's shaft buried itself in the wrestler's body as both men grunted.
Trevor hadn't seen Jim fuck. His powerful musculature rippled and flexed hypnotically as he established a steady rhythm. The gymnast's eyes closed as the pleasure washed gently across his face. Without thinking, Trevor leaned in. Jim felt his breath and turned to meet him; their lips pressed together in a deep, slow kiss, their tongues sliding against one another as each breathed in the meatloaf-tinged taste of the other. Trevor's fingers cupped Jim's pectoral and savored the hardness of the defined muscle; his other hand gripped the gymnast's ass as it flexed and relaxed through the cotton with each stroke.
Finally, the kiss broke and Trevor stepped back, a little dizzy, stripping his own clothing. He retrieved a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing erection; he slid up behind Jim and stepped close, wedging his shaft against the twin's black briefs and between his lean glutei, wrapping his arm around Jim's chest, nuzzling his face into the gymnast's neck as he fucked. Trevor's groin burned, lust dripping from him in greasy gobs. "My turn," he whispered into Jim's ear.
The twin rammed his cock home one final time then withdrew, moving to the side as Trevor stepped in and slid into Jason. "Fuck, yeah..." the smaller man moaned. Trevor gripped Jason's waist and pounded hard, biting his lip as his hips slapped against Jason's ass. His friend pushed back, his arms and shoulders rippling. Trevor placed one foot on the couch, angling his cock downward. Jason's head lifted and he groaned as Trevor pummeled his prostate. Jim nibbled his ear; Sam stepped close and groped his chest. So fucking horny. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. His breath quickened; his stroke deepened.
Jim stepped behind him and wrapped an arm around his torso. Moving back, the gymnast pulled Trevor away. "Not yet," he whispered. “It's my turn.”
Sam had already applied his condom; he happily took Trevor's place and pressed his cock home. "Yeah," Jason grunted in approval, pushing back as the swimmer set a brisk pace.
Jim tugged at Trevor's condom and applied a new one; the wrestler's excited cock twitched at his touch. Jim's arms wrapped loosely around his waist as the gymnast's chest pressed against his back. "Let's cool you down," he murmured in the wrestler's ear. The pair stood still, leaning against one another, watching Sam's lean form strain with the effort, his cock plunging into Jason's body as Trevor’s erection stood hard and proud in front of him.
"What are you going to do to me?" Jim murmured in Trevor's ear.
"I'm gonna fuck you," Trevor whispered back.
"Yeah? How?"
"I'm gonna fuck you hard with this hard cock."
"You wanna feel my tight asshole wrapped around your hard cock?"
"Yeah."
"You wanna fuck my asshole until you blow your hot fuckin' load?"
"Fuck, yeah."
Jim stepped forward, pushing Trevor toward the sofa. He stepped around and lay back lengthwise on the couch; Trevor lifted Jim's left leg to his shoulder and straddled the other, one knee on the couch, the other foot on the carpet. “This is no good…” he muttered and he leaned over. Arms straining, he tore open the back of Jim’s briefs.
Sam laughed, breaking his rhythm. “That’s a design improvement!”
“Well, I used to like this pair of underwear,” Jim groused. Ignoring them, Trevor aimed his cock into Jim's asshole and pressed, watching the gymnast's eyes roll back.
Sam moved Jason into the mirror position on the other end of the sofa; in moments, Jim and Jason lay shoulder-to-scalp on the cushions as Trevor and Sam fucked them steadily. The two turned their heads and made out as their hands stroked their cocks.
Masculine beauty lay splayed before Trevor's eyes; three hot men, their faces taut with hedonistic pleasure, their bodies flexing and glistening as they grunted and growled their encouragement.
In minutes, Trevor's groin knotted; he fucked harder, bellows to the inferno, and it exploded in his gut as he rammed his cock deep and came inside the gymnast's body. Moment after moment, the fire scorched through his chest, burning his breath, the waves of heat shimmering in his head. The fire peaked and fled leaving a smoldering ruin in its wake as Trevor sat back, heaving, his cock still twitching inside the ruined latex.
Jim mumbled to Jason as their kiss broke, "I'm going to cum in your mouth." Jason didn't respond. Jim scrambled to his knees and straddled the wrestler's head, slipping his cockhead between Jason's lips as the first dribbles of semen emerged; he fucked the straight man's face in shallow, quick strokes, his body bucking as he growled through clenched teeth.
Jason's muffled moans grew panicked as his body tightened. Sam's pace quickened and he rammed deep and hard as Jason's semen launched into space and splattered against Jim's belly. The sight drove Sam over the edge and he ejaculated with a satisfying groan, burying himself deep and gyrating inside Jason's ass as his head fell back.
Jim sat back and Jason sat up. The wrestler grabbed the closest article of clothing; it was Trevor's shirt. He spat the twin's semen into it, wiping his lips thoroughly. "Damn," he breathed, grinning. "I can't believe I just did that."
The clack of the front door and footsteps on linoleum interrupted Trevor's attempt to generate a witty retort. Alan and Paul walked into the living room. "You weren't supposed to be home yet," Jim exclaimed, mocking the teenager with his hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar.
The couple laughed. "Our friend was on call," Paul explained. "She got called."
"Well, you've been productive," Alan observed wryly as he surveyed the crime scene.
“Yeah…” Sam said as he tugged at his condom. “Except I hate these things. I almost can’t come with them.”
“So why use them?” Jason asked reasonably.
He was met by scornful glares. “A little thing called life and death,” Sam replied.
“Well,” Trevor hesitated, looking at Alan. “We could do what Brandon and I did.”
“What’s that?”
“We had rules. As long as we didn’t break the rules, we went bare.” He paused. “What if all six of us obeyed the rules? We’d have our own little club.”
He had their attention. “What rules?” Sam asked.
Damn Paul and his conscience.
