Trevor's Year

[tantiboh]

Part 18 – A View

September

***​

Brandon pulled a clean shirt from a dresser drawer as Trevor stood and used it to wipe the semen from the wrestler's face. They kissed, a quick swish back and forth. Brandon looked at him with that sarcastic smile. "You ever fuck for an audience?"

Trevor glanced at him sideways. "No. Why?"

"Want to?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you want somebody to watch us?"

Trevor stammered. "Uh, ok, who?"

Brandon pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. "A neighbor." He pressed the phone to his ear and waited. "Hey, it's Brandon. Wanna watch?" He paused. "Alright, call me back." He closed the phone and set it on his desk.

"Who was that?"

"Guy named Carlos." Brandon tugged at the cord to the mini-blinds with a metallic rattle, revealing a stunning view of the dull brown apartment building next door, the next hive in the collection. "See the apartment straight across? One floor up from that. I was jacking off one night and I looked out and happened to catch him watching me with a telescope. He lives with his mom. That's his bedroom." Brandon grinned. "So I wrote my number on a piece of paper and showed it to him. He called."

Brandon sat on the bed. "That was a couple of months ago. We watch each other jack off every week or two now. This is the first time I've had somebody with me."

Trevor watched as the window across the way lit dimly and the curtain parted; the silhouette put its hand to its ear and leaned over what was evidently a telescope. Brandon's phone rang. "Hey. I'm putting you on speakerphone." Brandon set the phone back on his desk. "So I've got a friend here tonight."

"Yeah, I see that. What's your name?"

Trevor was a little surprised. "Uh, Trevor."

"I'm Carlos. What's up?"

"Not much."

Brandon stepped to the dresser and pulled a set of binoculars from a drawer. He handed them to Trevor. "Hey, Carlos, let my man here take a look at you."

Trevor held the binoculars up. Carlos reached over and turned on a light, appropriately angled to transform him from a shadow into a person. Carlos grinned. "Want me to take my shirt off?"

"Sure," Brandon replied. Carlos set the phone down and pulled his shirt over his head. Trevor couldn't make out a lot of detail, but the man was young, maybe a year or two Trevor's junior. Dark, striking, pure Latino features accented his olive skin. His hair jutted up a little in a clean-cut spiky style. His lean, lithe, quintessentially twink body swayed with the swagger of youth.

Carlos replaced his phone at the side of his head and leaned back over the telescope. "Your turn."

Brandon slid behind Trevor and nuzzled into his neck as his hands slid the shirt up Trevor's body. Trevor watched through the binoculars as Carlos' free hand found its way to his crotch. "Oh, damn," breathed the voice over the telephone. “Where do studs like you come from?”

"You're in charge, Carlos. What do you want to see us do?"

The younger man's breathing quickened in the phone at Brandon's offer. "Shit," he muttered. "Get those clothes off each other."

Brandon took the binoculars from Trevor and set them on the dresser, pulling his shirt up over his head. Trevor returned the gesture and the two athletes kissed, their bare chests sliding together as their fingers fumbled at the other's jeans.

"Damn, that's hot..." the phone muttered. Trevor grinned and his head spun a little. They were being watched, this private act on display, their bodies flaunted, their passion shared vicariously with another person, and that person was getting off on it. Brandon's hands tugged Trevor's jeans down his legs as the thought hit him; it excited him, turned him on, and as he stepped out of his pants and as Brandon stood he attacked the swimmer with twice the passion, locking in, scooping at the other man's tongue, humping Brandon's open fly.

Brandon stood his ground and returned the advance; he pushed Trevor back against the window and gripped his chest, kneading the lean muscle, drinking in the heat they shared.

"Trevor," the phone directed, "fuck his face."

The men smiled at each other, the lust glinting in their eyes. Brandon kneeled and hungrily took Trevor's cock between his expert lips, swallowing it whole with a low gurgle. "Oh, fuck," groaned Trevor as the head scraped against the slick surface of Brandon's throat.

Brandon's fingers found Trevor's wrists and guided the hands to his tousled head. He pulled off Trevor just long enough to look up at him. "Rough me up," he commanded as he gulped Trevor's cock down to the base.

Trevor gripped the back of Brandon's head and fucked his mouth slowly, each stroke long and full, burying his cock until Brandon's nose smashed into his pubes. Four strokes, six, and then he felt the swimmer grab his ass and pull his hips, setting a faster pace of fucking. Brandon's hands insisted and Trevor complied; he powered into the other man's head, fucking it as hard as he'd ever fucked an ass or a pussy, his balls squashing against Brandon's chin on every stroke; they began to throb a little from the beating.

His cock told a different story. It tingled as it swam in that puddle of spit and mucus; the warmth, the wetness, the slippery throat, the coarse palette that teased the head, the slightly sandy tongue that massaged and rubbed from the base of the shaft to the delightfully sensitive glans.

"Aw, shit," breathed the phone. Trevor grinned as he realized he'd forgotten they were being watched. He flexed his body in response, rippling every muscle, tensing every sinew as he drove into Brandon's face. "Aw, shit," said the phone again, a little more desperate, a little more awestruck. "You guys are driving me outta my skull."

Trevor felt that spark ignite. No, not yet, he thought; he pulled out and stepped back from Brandon, looking at the swimmer's face, his swollen lips, his wet and glistening chin. Brandon had pulled his cock into the open and had evidently been stroking it; it stood fully hard and happy.

Brandon stood and stepped from his jeans. He gripped Trevor's shoulders and pushed him against the window; he turned and ground his ass against Trevor's groin; he bent a little and rubbed his crack up and down Trevor's cock. Turning his head, he grinned rakishly. "You like that?"

Trevor smiled back and reached forward, gripping Brandon's neck and pulling until their lips met, sloppy and wet. They sucked on each other's tongues as Trevor crack-fucked the swimmer, his cockhead poking up out of his foreskin like a groundhog with each stroke.

"Yeah," rooted the voice from the phone. "So hot."

Brandon broke the kiss, his green eyes locked on Trevor's. "Want to see this boy's dick in my ass, Carlos?"

"Fuck yeah."

"How should we do it?"

Carlos thought a moment. "Stick your ass in the air and let him pile drive you."

"You want to fuck me in the ass?" Brandon teased.

Trevor pulled him in again and kissed him briefly. "Yeah."

"Let's get you suited up." Brandon retrieved a condom and lube from a dresser drawer and quickly applied both, practiced hands running professionally along the length of Trevor's cock. Brandon dropped the lube to the floor and lay down; he maneuvered his body until his ass rose in the air, propped against the dresser, his legs sticking up like a wishbone.

Trevor didn't need an invitation; he straddled Brandon's ass, Brandon's legs folded behind Trevor's thighs. He pushed his shaft down and aimed it, slipping the head into Brandon's waiting asshole. The swimmer whimpered a little as Trevor watched the shaft disappear inch by inch, squeezing the air from the slicked condom in little bubbles as it slid deeper, his corded legs lowering his body until his ass met Brandon's thighs.

Trevor rested his hands on the top of the dresser and fucked, his thighs doing all the work as his body lifted and settled with each stroke. The position rendered a rapid pace impossible, but he set a steady rhythm, feeling Brandon's warm body gripping his cock.

His body had begun moistening at the edges, he realized; a drop of sweat worked its way down his ribcage, tickling the skin, adding that little squirt of pleasure to the sultry mix his cock was churning. His thighs burned; it felt good. It felt manly.

Carlos had been cheering them on with little comments: "Oh, yeah." "That's hot." "Fuck that ass." Now he wanted more: "Put that fucker on his back and drill him."

Trevor stood and stepped back as Brandon swiveled his body, head toward the window. Trevor kneeled between the swimmer's thighs and aimed his cock; his eyes found Brandon's and he watched them widen momentarily as he drove his cock home and watched them glaze over as he started pumping.

He surveyed Brandon's body yet again. A paragon of male beauty, tensed and sweating and open to him, jostling with each stroke as his waist slapped into that round, powerful ass. His hands found their way to the back of Brandon's thighs and he pressed them down, rolling Brandon's ass upward, feeling the angle of his cock change as the head careened into the swimmer's rectal wall with each stroke.

"Oh, yeah, just like that," moaned Brandon, his expression intensifying as his eyes rolled back. "That's the spot," he breathed as his hand found his cock. "Right there."

Trevor smiled as he saw the pleasure he gave this man. He was fucking; he was being watched; he was delighting this man; he dripped with sweat; his body burned; he was a man, and he loved it all. His pace increased and he growled.

Brandon suddenly yelped and shot a single white rope of semen onto his stomach. His face reddened as his hand flew and his body shook. Trevor fucked him harder and his own gut flared into life, his cock turning white-hot as he thrust, the semen pooling wet and hot against his cock head as he drove hard into the swimmer's asshole, his body straining and grinding as the waves of pleasure rolled into his chest and splashed off the base of his skull.

Finally drained, Trevor leaned back and sat on his calves, surveying the scene with satisfaction. Brandon lay still, his chest heaving, his stomach glistening with sweat and semen; Brandon's hand found the rope and smeared it, spreading it over his abdomen and onto his chest like fine lotion.

Carlos grunted into the phone. "I've got something for you."

"Get the binoculars," Brandon grinned. "You'll like this."

Trevor stood and put the instrument to his eyes. Carlos’ hand flew at his crotch in a blur, his body bucking with orgasm. Trevor could just make out the chaotic shadow of fluid on the glass. Carlos' body relaxed and he smiled down at his neighbor's window as he grinned and kneeled; his tongue scraped against the glass with evident relish as he lapped up the shadowy lines. Trevor laughed. "Nice."

 

[hardreader]

That chapter was an incredible show in so many ways. I think I'm really starting to like Brandon. He has the ability to completely liberate Trevor. Although Trevor doesn't seem to need too much more liberating.

And your finale! As always, it was worth reading every word. Thanks for keeping my expectations a little off balance and my sense of possibility on high alert. That's why I keep coming back for more.

 

[GrayFox]

Trevor fucked him harder, and his own gut flared into life, his cock turning white-hot as he thrust, the semen pooling wet and hot against his cock head as he drove hard into the swimmer's asshole, his body straining and grinding as the waves of pleasure rolled into his chest and splashed off the base of his skull.

Very nice writing! Especially "splashed off the base of his skull"

 

[harry113]

Thanks Tantiboh, Love your description of their mounting passion .... and the climax, on both sides of the divide
More please
Harry

 

[xrph1670]

Very nice. Your description was waaaayy hot. Perhaps Carlos can come out and play?

Time will tell.

 

[tantiboh]

First off, I apologize for the late post. Life happened, as it sometimes does, and I've spent the last few days cleaning up after it.

That chapter was an incredible show in so many ways. I think I'm really starting to like Brandon. He has the ability to completely liberate Trevor. Although Trevor doesn't seem to need too much more liberating.

And your finale! As always, it was worth reading every word. Thanks for keeping my expectations a little off balance and my sense of possibility on high alert. That's why I keep coming back for more.

Thank you, HR. This whole series is about exploring changes in Trevor. Brandon has had a remarkable impact on him.

Trevor fucked him harder, and his own gut flared into life, his cock turning white-hot as he thrust, the semen pooling wet and hot against his cock head as he drove hard into the swimmer's asshole, his body straining and grinding as the waves of pleasure rolled into his chest and splashed off the base of his skull.

Very nice writing! Especially "splashed off the base of his skull"

Thank you, GrayFox. I enjoy crafting the imagery; I'm glad you enjoy reading it.

Thanks Tantiboh, Love your description of their mounting passion .... and the climax, on both sides of the divide
More please
Harry

Thanks, harry 113. More on the way!

Very nice. Your description was waaaayy hot. Perhaps Carlos can come out and play?

Time will tell.

Thank you, xrph. I suspect we'll see Carlos again in the future.

 

[tantiboh]

Part 19 - Grotto

October

***​

"Hey, you're the one with the map." Brandon signaled the lane change.

"I know, I just don't know how much farther."

"Look." Brandon pointed at the road sign.

"Oh. Take this exit then." Trevor folded the map in half.

"What were you saying?"

Trevor looked over. "I tried rimming you last night. You wouldn't let me."

"I figured you hadn't gotten your shots."

"Shots?"

Brandon looked at him like he was an idiot. "Hepatitis, genius. Every gay guy should be vaccinated. Google it."

"Is that why you won't let me fuck you without a rubber?"

Brandon shook his head. "You turned nineteen two weeks ago, right?"

"Yeah."

"If you want to live to see twenty-nine, you'd better get a hell of a lot smarter."

Trevor's face flushed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that like it or not, you're in a high-risk group. One wrong move will fucking end you. You want to rim me? Fine. Get vaccinated. You want to fuck bareback? Then there are some fucking precautions we're going to take."

"What precautions?"

"We'll talk about it later. Right or left?"

***

The dirt road snaked through the state park; the Jeep bounced over the gravel washboards under the stunning colors of Autumn deciduous. Campgrounds rolled by, populated by minivans and trucks and the occasional RV. Trevor noted the small sign that marked the site they'd reserved and Brandon pulled in. Parking next to the steel fire pit and chained picnic table, the two men clambered out of the vehicle, stretching their legs as the blood rushed back into their feet.

The afternoon Indian summer sun beat down on them and Trevor smiled at its warmth on his face; it reminded him of the sultry months in Wyoming, those weeks of sweating and working in the dry altitude.

Here, the muggy air already coaxed beads of sweat from his forehead as he glanced around. Rich green foliage and trunks of golden trees ringed the secluded site; the occasional squeal of children in the distance mixed with the nearby hiss of crickets, but not another soul appeared through the screen of growth.

"Great place," said Brandon, tugging Trevor from his reverie. "I've never been to this park before."

"We came once, years ago. I think it was a company party or something my dad had to go to."

Brandon opened the rear door on the Jeep and pulled out the tent. The spacious, complicated six-man shelter puzzled them for half an hour. Brandon tossed his shirt away midway through; Trevor followed suit.

Tent finally erected, the men opened it and transferred their sleeping bags from the Jeep. Trevor paused to admire the sweaty sheen of Brandon's body in the afternoon sun as the light and shadow played across the defined musculature. Brandon glanced over and caught Trevor watching; he grinned that sarcastic smile and winked as he ducked into the tent. Trevor's head spun a little as his own face turned gawky and he followed.

The men laid side by side on their sleeping bags breathing the sultry shade. Trevor turned his head and looked at the swimmer. "What precautions?"

Brandon's green eyes opened and he glanced over. "We both get tested for STDs. And we retest every month. We don't bareback with anybody else. If we do, the rubber goes back on until we're tested again."

Trevor's brow knitted. "You want to fuck other people?" That bugged him; he wasn't sure why.

"The last thing I'm ready for is monogamy."

"But if we were, we wouldn't have to get tested all the time, right?"

Brandon looked at him. "I'm going to shoot straight. I'm a slut. I have sex with a lot of men. If you want monogamy, then you're in the wrong relationship." He reached over and stroked his thumb across Trevor's cheek. "But I like you too much to take a chance that you get hurt. So if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. Okay?"

Trevor nodded. "Alright."

"Come on, let's go look around."

***

The men followed a small stream that snaked past the edge of their site; they traced its course as it meandered through aspens and gurgled over mossy boulders. It led them next to a campground staked out by what looked like a sorority outing. Twenty women made up the chorus of catcalls and wolf whistles as they passed. Brandon smiled and waved; Trevor grinned and blushed and wished they'd bothered to put their shirts back on.

The next campground the stream skirted contained a content-looking family of four in the midst of cleaning up after dinner and serving a birthday cake. They ignored the men after an initial glance.

Further downstream, the terrain turned rocky and the trees opened to a wide valley carpeted with the reds and yellows and rich browns of dying leaves stretching off to infinity. The sinking sun angled golden rays over the rim and the valley floor burned as the evening breeze swayed branches and fluttered foliage in a shimmering chaos. The men gazed in awed silence; Trevor's breath escaped as his eyes surveyed the scene, memories of grand vistas flashing through his mind. "Wow."

The stream gurgled over the lip of the valley and splashed in a series of waterfalls down boulders as it descended to the valley floor. "Look," Brandon said. They worked their way over the rim and along a narrow strip of earth; the stream's first drop plunged over the edge of an overhanging boulder. They ducked behind the curtain of water and into a grotto, twelve feet tall, five feet deep. The stream had worn a pit into the rock where it struck, but a spitting spray still spattered onto their bodies as they stood; the recess glistened, soaked from the splashing water. The constant rain had evidently dissuaded litterers from staying long enough to leave their beer bottles and the cool water felt good against their overheated skin. The men smiled at each other as they leaned toward one another and their lips met. The passion ignited and their bodies pressed together as their tongues played and wrestled and Brandon's hand pressed against the back of Trevor's head.

Brandon's mouth slid to Trevor's neck, nipping and kissing; his hand found the wrestler's elbow and lifted it as he bit softly into Trevor's bicep. His face moved down; Trevor grinned and squirmed as the swimmer nuzzled into his armpit, licking at the sweaty hair, breathing deeply, savoring the smell. His buried face smiled as his eye strained to the side and met Trevor's. "That's gross, dude."

Brandon pressed in and muffled a response as Trevor laughed. Brandon's hand slid up Trevor's ribs and wedged into his other armpit, digging into the dampness; he moved his fingers to Trevor's face and pressed them against the wrestler's nose. Trevor breathed deep, tasting the familiar manly scent his body produced. He knew the smell but had never thought of it as erotic; this time, his eyes rolled back as Brandon's tongue swiped against him again and he wrapped his lips around Brandon's fingers, sampling the aroma of his flavor.

Brandon's sweat-soaked face pressed suddenly against his; their lips locked and he smelled himself on the swimmer's lips. He broke the kiss and slurped at Brandon's chin, at his cheeks, at his nose.

The splashing water covered everything, wetting them as if in a drizzling shower. Moisture ran together and dripped from their bodies and Trevor followed the scent down into the trimmed hair of Brandon's underarms. He nuzzled in, buried in the swimmer's odor; its slightly spicy muskiness might have been a product of the failing antiperspirant but Trevor hardly cared. It assaulted his senses in seductive notes as the finest craft glue might beckon to a curious child. He dug in and lapped it up, consuming Brandon's aroma as if consuming a part of the swimmer himself.

Brandon turned his body and presented his other armpit; he pressed the wrestler's face in and firmly held it there as Trevor hungrily sopped and scraped and breathed the sweaty air.

Finally, Trevor stood. He grinned and swayed a little as if buzzed from one too many hits. Brandon pulled him close and the two entwined together, kissing and groping.

At last, the kiss broke; Trevor gazed into Brandon's green eyes. "I don't suppose you brought a..." Brandon's eyes grinned mischievously and he held the silver wrapper between their faces. Trevor chuckled. "Always prepared."

"I learned it in Boy Scouts," Brandon replied with that sarcastic smile.

Trevor took the condom. "Did they teach you how to use it in Boy Scouts?" Trevor pushed Brandon around and slid his hands to the swimmer's waist; he opened the belt clasp and the jeans and slid them to Brandon's thighs. His hand wrapped around the swimmer's freestanding cock as his teeth dug into Brandon's neck and his chest pressed against Brandon's solid back; Brandon grunted and pressed his ass back against Trevor's hips.

Trevor turned Brandon and bent him roughly over until his hands rested on a small boulder just short of the waterfall. Trevor’s hands gripped Brandon's waist and he ground his denim-covered shaft between the swimmer's tight ass cheeks.

At last, Trevor opened his own jeans and pulled his cock out, hanging his balls out over the fly, protected from the zipper by the waistband of his boxers. He tore open the condom wrapper; he almost tossed it, but the grotto seemed too pure, too clean to pollute. He tucked the wrapper into his pocket.

Condom unrolled over his cock, he slathered it with spit and wedged it against Brandon's twitching asshole and started pressing. Suddenly, he felt Brandon's hand against his hip. "Wait." Brandon was watching to the side. "Hold on." He stood and pulled up his pants and stepped out from under the waterfall.

"Where you going?" Fuck, thought Trevor as he zipped his own pants and followed.

Crouched behind a boulder, evidently hoping that they would somehow miss him in his red hooded sweatshirt, the scrawny young man’s eyes widened as the two walked up.

"What's up?" Brandon asked.

"I'm sorry," the voyeur stammered as he stood nervously. "I'm leaving."

"No, it's alright." Brandon sat down next to him; his eyes darted as confusion mixed with his embarrassment. "I saw you before, you were with your family."

He spoke faster. "Yeah, we're up here for my brother’s birthday. Mom and Dad think it's quality time, so they drag us up here every year and I really don't..."

Brandon laughed. "Slow down. It's cool. Just so you know, we're not going to kick your ass." Evident relief flooded the young man’s face. "Your brother’s birthday? How old?"

"Fifteen."

"How old are you?" Trevor interjected.

His eyes narrowed. "Eighteen. That alright?"

"Alright, alright," Brandon soothed. "What's your name?"

"Gary."

"Well, Gary, I saw you watching us, and this isn't exactly the kind of place you'd just happen to find us."

Gary looked off across the valley to where the Eastern clouds had taken on a touch of orange. "I followed you."

Brandon grinned, bemused. "Why?"

"I don't know."

"Well, you saw what we were doing. Are you interested in that?" Gary swallowed and his jaw set. "Well, I'm gay. So it's cool if you are too."

Gary looked over. "I don't know, maybe I am. I saw you two walking by and I couldn't stop looking." He gazed at the boulder. "I've looked at other guys too."

"I'll make you a deal. We're going to go back under there and he's going to fuck me in the ass. If you want to watch, then don't hide. Come on in and watch up close. You don't have to do anything, just see what it's all about." Gary's face had flushed. He didn't answer. "And if not, have a good night."

Brandon stood and walked down toward the waterfall; Trevor shook his head and followed. "Think he'll come?" he asked as he ducked under the stream.

Brandon turned toward him. "He'll come." He smiled and stepped closer. "So, you were pretty worked up. What do we have to do to get that back?"

Trevor grinned. "I'm sure you'll think of something." Their lips met again, gently. Brandon's hand slid between them and dug into his own armpit; he pushed it roughly against Trevor's nose and that faint aroma floated into the wrestler's mind as his eyes rolled back. Brandon shoved his fingers into Trevor's mouth and gripped his jaw while Trevor sucked at them.

The passion snapped back into place and Trevor spun him around, shoving him back down against the low boulder. The men tore at their own waistbands and within seconds the wrestler's latex and saliva wedged their way into the swimmer's body, his testicles hanging out through the fly as before.

Brandon's head rolled back as Trevor's shaft buried itself in him; he moaned as Trevor gripped the hair at the top of his head and slid out, powering back into him.

A scuffle to the side caught Trevor's attention; Gary crouched a few feet from them and watched, his eyes wide. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered. Trevor grinned as the exhibitionist in him bubbled to the surface and he set a steady pace, his cock burying itself into the swimmer with each wet slap as their bodies impacted; his protruding balls squashed against Brandon's body time and again, providing that little electrical aching that urged him to grit his teeth and pound harder.

The minutes passed as the rain splashed over their nude straining torsos in the fading light. Gary had worked his way closer, his face no more than a foot from Trevor's body. Much to the wrestler's amusement, Gary produced a small flashlight from his pocket and switched it on, shining it across Trevor's churning cock, leaning in wide-eyed as if studying an anthill. His fascination turned Trevor on and he fucked harder; Brandon's head dipped into the waterfall with each thrust and he moaned loudly each time his scalp split the stream, his hand furiously stroking his own cock.

Suddenly, Trevor heard Brandon grunt; the swimmer's ass contracted around his shaft as he stood. Brandon lifted his arms and the orgasm peaked. "I LOVE BEING GAY!" the man screamed from somewhere in his gut as the semen squirted from the end of his cock into the falling water and dribbled onto the soaked boulder.

That manly heat, passion, it burned from Brandon into Trevor and his own orgasm sparked in the depths of his gut. "Oh, shit..." he mumbled.

Brandon slid off of the wrestler's cock and kneeled before him, gripping the rain and ass-soaked cock; he slid the condom off with ease and stroked Trevor hard and fast. Trevor's cum splashed onto the swimmer's face as his body twitched and convulsed with each fiery wave that surged through him; it dribbled out as Brandon milked him, sticking to Brandon's cheek in a final glob while he groaned.

Brandon stood and grinned impishly as he smeared the cum up his face and into his hair, working it in like shampoo. "That say it's good for split ends."

Trevor choked. Brandon leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips then looked over at Gary, standing with a silly look on his face. "How'd you like watching?" Gary just grinned sheepishly. "Do you want to try it?" The men pulled up their pants.

Gary's face collapsed in uncertainty. "I don't know..."

"I'll tell you what. If you do, after midnight, follow the stream up until you see a big gray tent and a Jeep. That's us. We'll leave the lantern on for you."

Trevor spotted the condom and picked it up, tucking it into his pocket. The three ducked out from under the waterfall and scrambled up the path; Gary rushed off and disappeared into the trees along the stream.

"You sure you want to do that?"

Brandon looked at Trevor with a strange expression. "I'm sure."

"Think he'll come?"

"He'll come."

 

[tantiboh]

In addition to your general thoughts on this installment, I'm looking for some specific feedback with regards to my writing over the last several chapters. How is the dialogue? Does it seem credible? Does it flow well? Does it seem to consistently match its character? Is it crafted such that it's easy to follow who is speaking?

Thanks.

 

[hardreader]

Another fantastic chapter, Tantiboh! I could see the two of them . . . make that three of them . . . and the waterfall and the boulder. Your writing's so clear I could feel the heat from their bodies and the cool of the water. Their splashing, smearing, searing cum came through clearly, too, as it spoke to my own aching needs.

I don't think you need to worry much about your writing skills. In my opinion, you rank among the best who have ever written here. While your story's trail may from time to time wander through territory that some here find unsavory or unappealing, your writing never fails.

I for one am ready to hike on to the next adventure in Trevor's Year.

 

[GrayFox]

The tent scene is going to get very hot.

 

[xrph1670]

Hardreader is right. Your writing is going very well. The dialog is well constructed, and you use punctuation correctly making it easy to follow. Additionally, (and perhaps more importantly) it makes sense.

Keep it up. I'll keep reading.

 

[harry113]

Your writing is excellent, so descriptive! You really paint the picture!!
More please
Harry

 

[SwingBoy]

Wow! This story is unbelievable. I'm on chapter 13 still but I thought I should just let you know how much I'm enjoying this. So hot!

I love the man-on-man parts. I love the man-on-woman parts! In-fact, I think you could even be a little bit more discript about the man-on-woman parts. So hot
Hey Abi! Nice to see you on the forum- belated welcome from me!
Keep the good stuff coming Tant!

 

[tantiboh]

Once again, I apologize for the belated post. I was occupied last night, and I'm afraid I wasn't going to take my mouth off three dicks for you. But that's a story for another time.

Another fantastic chapter, Tantiboh! I could see the two of them . . . make that three of them . . . and the waterfall and the boulder. Your writing's so clear I could feel the heat from their bodies and the cool of the water. Their splashing, smearing, searing cum came through clearly, too, as it spoke to my own aching needs.

I don't think you need to worry much about your writing skills. In my opinion, you rank among the best who have ever written here. While your story's trail may from time to time wander through territory that some here find unsavory or unappealing, your writing never fails.

I for one am ready to hike on to the next adventure in Trevor's Year.

Thank you, HR. You flatter me.

The tent scene is going to get very hot.

It may not be quite what you're expecting. Let's hope it satisfies regardless.

Hardreader is right. Your writing is going very well. The dialog is well constructed, and you use punctuation correctly making it easy to follow. Additionally, (and perhaps more importantly) it makes sense.

Keep it up. I'll keep reading.

Thanks, xrph. Isn't it amazing what a difference good grammar makes? Texting is the bane of civilization.

Your writing is excellent, so descriptive! You really paint the picture!!
More please
Harry

Thank you, harry. I wish I could go back and revise the first fifteen parts to implement some of the tricks I've learned.

Wow! This story is unbelievable. I'm on chapter 13 still but I thought I should just let you know how much I'm enjoying this. So hot!

I love the man-on-man parts. I love the man-on-woman parts! In-fact, I think you could even be a little bit more discript about the man-on-woman parts. So hot
Hey Abi! Nice to see you on the forum- belated welcome from me!
Keep the good stuff coming Tant!

At least Melissa has one fan. Thank you, SwingBoy. Welcome back to the thread!

 

[tantiboh]

Part 20 - Firsts

October

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The evening air had cooled and a low breeze sapped the warmth from their wet skin as the men picked their path through the rustling woods in the evening gloom. By the time they arrived, the sun had diminished to a dark blue strip of fading light along the tree-obscured horizon and the men shivered in their soaked jeans.

They changed into warmer clothes; Trevor lit the kerosene lamp while Brandon ignited kindling and built up a healthy campfire. They prepared grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner in the flickering light, washed down with mugs of steaming chocolate from the percolating pot on the grill; by ten o'clock, they sat contentedly in silent companionship in their camp chairs sporting the smiles of full stomachs and warm feet and nothing to do in the cool night.

An easy conversation sparked up; details of childhood, family and friends, athletic prognostications, philosophical discussion, the application of mathematical models to structural problems, discussion of their first loves, the excitement and heartbreak and disappointments and dreams of life. Trevor shared his summer, spoke for the first time of the pain at leaving his cousin as their paths parted; Brandon explained the subtle scar on the side of his body, the product of organ donation in a failed attempt to reverse his mother's deterioration. They tossed threads of discussion back and forth as they knitted their friendship together, expanding it in both breadth and depth. The time passed indeterminably; neither really cared.

At last, a rustle in the trees focused their attention. They went silent, watching as its attached ray of light swung and approached; presently Gary stepped into edge of the circle of lantern light, unsure in his step, blinking as he extinguished his flashlight.

"Hey," said Brandon brightly, standing. "Glad you came."

"Sorry it's so late. I had to wait until everybody was asleep before I could sneak out."

"No problem. We were just chatting. Have a seat. Want some hot chocolate?"

Gary had bundled up in a jacket too light for the cool night; his hands shook with cold and nerves as he gratefully accepted the steaming cup and sipped at it in the glow of the fire. Trevor watched him dispassionately, his mood soured by Brandon's intentions.

Brandon drew the young man into conversation, setting him at ease; they chatted about his family, school, hobbies. After a lull, Brandon said, "So you think you might be gay?"

"I think so. I don't know. I mean, I’ve got a girlfriend."

"Why'd you come here?"

Gary shrugged. "I don't know. I couldn't stop thinking about, you know, before, so it was like I couldn't keep from coming. That doesn't make much sense."

"No, it makes perfect sense. But if you want to see what it's like to mess around with guys, then I want your first time to be as good as possible. If you trust me, you'll like it. But we're only going as far as you want to go. You give the word and we stop. Deal?"

Gary nodded nervously. "Alright."

"You’re eighteen?" Trevor interjected.

Gary looked over, a little piqued. "That’s what I told you. You wanna see my fuckin’ driver’s license?"

Brandon glanced sharply at Trevor. "We believe you." He stepped toward the young man. "So, do you want me to touch you?"

Gary flashed a lopsided grin and nodded. Brandon guided him from his seat to the end of the picnic table; he put his hands on either side of Gary's face and leaned in, pressing their lips together. Gary exhaled and relaxed, his eyes closing and Brandon pressed deeper, his tongue wedging just a little into Gary's mouth.

His head tilted back and his mouth opened as Brandon nuzzled into his neck, those two front teeth gleaming in the firelight as the swimmer slid the thin jacket off his shoulders. Brandon glanced at Trevor. "Build the fire up. I don't want this guy to get cold." His fingers slid under Gary’s shirt; Gary leaned against the table and sighed as Brandon's lips worked across his nipples.

Trevor laid the rest of the firewood over the flames and retook his seat. He couldn't help fondling the denim covering his erection. The erotic tenderness his friend displayed toward Gary was simultaneously sweet and sexy; he watched Brandon's face closely, noting the relish the swimmer displayed as he performed this service.

Brandon had knelt and opened Gary's pants; his lips mouthed and gnawed at the erection in the younger man’s white glowing briefs. Gary's dick strained against the cotton at a length disproportionate to his scrawny frame. Brandon tucked the waistband under his balls and licked its circumcised length. "Oh, god," the young man muttered as the swimmer administered his masterful technique, slow and firm, hand and lips assaulting the full length, spare fingers fondling and groping, drips of excess saliva coalescing as it dribbled over the scrotum, soaking into the elastic.

With some effort, Brandon worked Gary's jeans and briefs off over his shoes; the younger man’s lean legs glowed white in the firelight. Brandon left Gary's long-sleeved shirt in place and pushed him onto his back on the picnic table; he hunched down with Gary's legs draped over his shoulders, his head bobbing between the pasty thighs.

Brandon dispensed a glob of saliva over his middle finger and looked at Gary. "This will burn for a minute. Hang with me." Gary nodded and Brandon watched his face closely as he pressed the tip of his finger into the young man's anus. Gary's eyes squeezed shut; his back arched and his mouth opened in pain and awe.

"Relax," Brandon coached. "Don't fight it. It'll start feeling good soon."

He waited as Gary's back settled into place then slowly, slowly worked his finger deeper. Gary moaned softly. "That feels good," he whispered. His cock lay flaccid in the night air but his face contorted with the deeper pleasure he felt from a source he'd never known.

Long minutes passed as Brandon hunched at the edge of the table, his arm working slowly, his eyes closely monitoring, responding gently to Gary's grunts and moans, his only sound the occasional expulsion of saliva. The swimmer added a second digit, speeding his pace into an easy fingerbang; Gary writhed and his dick hardened.

Trevor's attention had drifted; his eyes snapped open as Brandon spoke. "Get me a rubber." Trevor stood, stepping toward the stash in the Jeep. He grabbed a condom and the small tube of lubricant and handed them to Brandon. He stood attentive, adjusting his suddenly aching erection as Brandon slid his jeans halfway down his ass and applied the condom and lubricant.

Brandon wedged his cockhead into place against the young man's asshole. "You can say stop whenever you want."

Gary looked at him. "I want to." The pair locked eyes as Brandon pressed firmly, pushing quickly past the discomfort he saw in Gary's face and burying himself to the hilt. Gary moaned in pain more than pleasure and Brandon froze in place, letting Gary's body adjust to the invasion. "That hurts..." Gary finally whispered.

"Do you trust me?" Gary nodded. "The finger hurt too at first. It'll feel better in a minute. Just relax, let it happen." Gary nodded again and closed his eyes, breathing deep. After a moment Brandon pulled back a couple of inches; Gary's eyes squeezed shut as Brandon pressed back in. Trevor noted that the younger man’s sizable cock had gone soft again.

Slowly, slowly, Brandon fucked the young man, watching his face, his whole attention on Gary's reactions, a thoroughly selfless act. Trevor watched his friend closely, turned on anew by the man's attitude, his patience, his compassion and care. Trevor knew Brandon's body as a powerful specimen of masculinity, yet he had entirely bridled that strength, controlled it as with the burliest of men coddling a newborn kitten. He leaned in and kissed Brandon briefly, trying to express his admiration.

The gentle fucking increased in pace as Brandon sensed Gary's comfort. He reached down and stroked the young man's semi-hard cock; Gary gripped the edge of the table with both hands and groaned, his face a mask of wonder, his eyes rolling as minutes passed and the steady pounding morphed from discomfort to deep electric sparks.

Finally, Brandon lifted Gary's ankles to his shoulders, angling his cock up, his thrusts changing to shortened stabs with no purpose except to hammer into Gary's prostate. The young man’s voice changed pitch, his moans almost becoming whines as his body tightened. Brandon's hand stroked, his cock stabbed, and in moments Gary’s teeth clenched as the swimmer's hand smeared his semen over the length of his cock. Gary's body bucked and his ass clenched tight enough to expel Brandon's cock. He gasped for breath as the orgasm flared and started laughing while his body twitched. Brandon slowed, jerking him gently, just sliding the tips of his fingers over the younger man’s hypersensitive cockhead. "Was that good?"

"Fuck, yeah," Gary breathed. He sighed contentedly. "Thanks."

Brandon reached down and retrieved Gary's jeans from the ground, handing them to him; he tugged them on as Brandon tossed the condom onto the dying embers of the campfire and refastened his own belt, wiping his hand off on a napkin left over from dinner.

Gary waved and left the way he'd come, his flashlight floating off into the trees; the men settled back into their camp chairs. Trevor caught Brandon's eye. "Why did you do that?”

"I haven't told you about the first time I got fucked, have I?" Trevor shook his head. "I was fifteen. I'd just figured out I was gay and I opened my mouth about it." His voice was flat, clinical. "Four guys cornered me and raped me. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me. It hurt, it was humiliating, and it scarred me. It took me almost three years to get over my fear of sex and find the guts to try again. Mom had just died, Dad started drinking and couldn't accept that I was gay. Then this happened and I seriously thought about killing myself."

Trevor felt an inch tall. "Sorry."

Brandon shook his head. His voice softened. "You didn't know. My sister was the only person who was there for me. She helped me decide that I was never going to be a victim again. I enrolled in martial arts and eventually got over it.” He pointed into the woods. “That guy is older than I was, but I see the same naive look in his face that I used to have. If I can give him the kind of good first experience that those four fuckers stole from me, then just maybe I can save him from years of fear and doubt." He sat back. "It's worth it."

The pair fell silent; Trevor regarded what he'd heard. Brandon had a dark past, certainly. It had hardened him, in good ways and bad. Trevor began to understand his confidence - if he'd overcome all that, what else could the world throw at him? Still, many people would have crumbled under that sort of baggage; they would have gotten angry at the world and self-destructed. Brandon had simply defeated it. He possessed an inner reservoir of steely strength that Trevor was only just beginning to comprehend. He looked at the swimmer's face, the lines and edges sharpened by the stark light of the lantern. The face reflected a masculine beauty, but Trevor saw past it more and more, to the intelligent and courageous and determined man beneath. He felt his heart flutter as Brandon looked back at him and they smiled at each other. Brandon cocked his eyebrow. "You're starting to fall in love with me, aren't you?"

Trevor felt his head spin. The L word. He grinned. "Maybe."

Brandon's eyes softened, almost sad. "Just be careful. I may not be able to give you what you want. If I can't, it could hurt." He paused as Trevor's brow knitted in confusion. Brandon stood, deliberately breaking the moment. "Still, I can give you something." He held out his hand, pulling Trevor to his feet, giving him a peck on the lips. "How about we zip those sleeping bags together and make out?"

Brandon poured the rest of the hot chocolate onto the smoldering embers with a steamy hiss; Trevor extinguished the lantern. They crawled into the tent and groped their way around, zipping the bags together. Brandon undressed Trevor in the dark, stripping him nude; Trevor did the same to Brandon in the chilly evening air. They slid into the bag together and pressed close. The darkness of the night wrapped them; they kissed by feel. Brandon's hot breath flowed over Trevor's neck and chest. His slippery tongue slid between Trevor's lips, smelling of chocolate. Brandon rolled Trevor and lay on top, their hard bodies pressing together, their hard cocks rubbing against the other. Trevor groped at the powerful cords and flowing creases of Brandon's back. Their mouths melted together as they delved into each other; they kissed hard as Brandon humped into Trevor, their breath quickening, their sweat mingling. Trevor sucked on the swimmer's tongue like a pickle; he licked the roof of Brandon's mouth and scrubbed at the back of his teeth. They shared their breath.

Finally, the kiss broke as the pair gasped, their foreheads pressing together, warm air washing against the other's face. "You feel so good," muttered Trevor as their bodies slid against each other.

"So do you." Brandon kissed him again then rolled off; he pushed Trevor over onto his stomach and moved on top. He wrapped an arm under and across Trevor's chest, gripping his shoulder and neck; he wedged his cock between Trevor's ass cheeks and thrust as he used his spare hand to grab the wrestler's hair and pull his face up. Their lips locked again as Brandon fucked his crack. Every thrust ground Trevor's cock into the polyester of the sleeping bag; every thrust scraped Brandon's shaft across his asshole and jammed Brandon's balls against his cheeks.

Brandon fucked hard, dominating Trevor, holding him fast and jerking his head around by the hair as Trevor moaned his approval. Trevor had never been subjugated like this before, never been held down and simply used for the sexual gratification of another. He'd almost always been the aggressor, the invader, the one penetrating the other; Brandon wasn't inside him, but he was held helpless nevertheless as Brandon used his body. He'd sucked cock before, loved the feeling of giving pleasure to another, but even then he was still in control. Now, with Brandon's flexing body sliding against his back, he felt as if he'd given up that control, willingly granted it to another who was using it to make themselves feel good. His emotions plumbed into new depths of fulfilling satisfaction; it turned him on and he felt his body come alive as his cock burned and ground into the fabric and that spark of pleasure ignited in his gut.

Brandon grunted and rammed his cock home. The hot cum smeared between Trevor's back and crack and Brandon's belly; Brandon held him tighter and kissed him deep, moaning into his throat and the spark in his groin erupted in a Vulcan explosion that burned through him white-hot in the darkness. Brandon felt him cum, tasted his muffled scream, and pounded into him, grinding his cock mercilessly into the sleeping bag; the semen soaked in, warm wetness against Trevor's stomach.

Finally the men lay still, stacked together, listening to the other breathe, the semen between them cementing their flesh together as they let their consciousness slip away

 

[xrph1670]

I would like to climb in that sleeping bag with them....

Nice chapter. I'm a little worried that Brandon won't be able to commit the way Trevor wants.

Which brings me to something I appreciate in your writing...you use things like foreshadowing and metaphors to really create a richer text. Please keep going.

 

[GrayFox]

You never fail to amaze!

 

[harry113]

Great chapter, Thank you
I so hope Trevor isn't going to get hurt.
Please continue
Harry

 

[hardreader]

I had been worried that I didn't know Brandon well enough to care about him and so thought he was mismatched with Trevor. You've taken care of that quite expertly. But in doing so, you have left me more worried than ever about what all of this will mean for Trevor. I'd like to think that, as in all such stories, everyone lives happily ever after. Unfortunately, this isn't just another "all such stories" and so I suspect that as with "the semen between them cementing their flesh together" their will be pain and anguish between them pulling them apart. But you can bet that either way, I'm more hooked than ever. Oh, and how could I forget to mention that the sex was exquisitely written. So clear. So sensual. So erotic. So arousing. Thanks.

 

[abiwrestler]

hey guys, it looks like not many people are responding in this thread anymore including me for the last month. I hope the story isn't getting you guys bored because tantiboh I thought the last 4 chapters were great.

I've learned a lot from "Brandon" and if Tantiboh wrote it all it would take books, so I'm glad that youre writing so much about him Tantiboh because he's pretty awesome.

and you asked about dialogue I think it's great. I know these people and usually I can imagine them saying exactly what you're writing so great job.

So anyway guys i know Tantiboh really likes reading what you think about the story so even if your saying the same stuff and its really short let him know what you think! I can tell you he spends about six hours a week writing this and he gets excited when he knows you guys like it and no he didn't ask me to write this haha

I'll try to not be such a slacker and join the thread more in the future.