Trevor's Year

[tantiboh]

Preface

*****​

This is NOT a story for the impatient. If you’re here to rub one out really quick, you’re in the wrong place. Bookmark the page and expect to spend hours reading the story – it took months to write, after all. Expect character development, plot exposition, and all that other good writing stuff that you don’t see often in amateur pornographic literature. You’ll get off plenty of times, don’t worry; but if you want to get to know the characters, understand a little about how they think, and get swept up in the thoughts and emotions that they experience – in other words, become intimate with them – then this story is for you. You’ll like the story if you're the type that enjoys those details.

The main character is a friend of mine. You’ll eventually read how we met. In short, these stories are about his jaw-dropping sexual experiences starting in 2007. Obviously, I’ve changed the names and rearranged timelines and used some creative license for better flow. The truth is often better than fiction, though, so I’m leaving the story pretty much as he related it to me or as I experienced it. The series is about 90% true - all the major events happened, though I have invented details where necessary. I’m a character too, debuting towards the end of the series. You’ll be able to guess which one I am if you take some time to read the two previous stories that I posted a while back on the following thread: http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=115892

I welcome feedback, both positive and constructively critical. If you enjoy a given installment, please consider taking time to let me know.

Finally, for you heterophobes out there: The main character really did start off essentially straight. He is still firmly bisexual. There are parts of this story that don’t have an iota of gay sex. Scrolling works and you'll get advance warning, so I don’t want to hear about it if you don’t like it on these grounds. Parts of the story explore incestuous themes. If you're queasy about that, you might consider moving on.

Enjoy!

 

[tantiboh]

Part 1 – Alone Time

May

****​

Trevor had arrived late, the drive having taken longer than he’d planned. His uncle, a grizzled, bald, jovial man, and his aunt, still handsome and kindly if somewhat portly, greeted him cordially as he entered the tidy home. He’d come to his uncle’s ranch for the summer, a fresh high school graduate, craving time outside the bustling city of his youth.

He’d visited before of course; the ranch a family heirloom passed to his uncle from his grandfather when Trevor’s own father had chosen a different path in life. He’d spent days and weeks here in his childhood, playing with his cousins, making mischief with them in the arid foothills of Southeast Wyoming.

All his cousins except the youngest had moved away. According to Trevor’s uncle, Travis, a junior at the University of Wyoming and Trevor's closest cousin, was throwing his last hurrah with his college buddies before they went home and he started the grueling schedule of summer ranch work.

He could make more money at a different job, but this was likely to be his last chance to spend real time at the ranch. School, a career, a family would doubtless take their toll in future years. Some kids went to Europe. He went to the ranch.

It doesn’t matter how late Travis comes in, Trevor’s uncle informed him. He is still going to wake them up early in the morning for work. So, here was Trevor’s room, the same guest room as always. Good night.

Trevor closed the door with a smile and dropped his enormous duffel bag onto the worn carpet. He unzipped it and moved some of the contents to their places; the clothes to the dresser, the shoes to the closet. He closed the closet to the greeting of the full-length mirror a foot from his face.

Damn blackheads, he grimaced, leaning in and squeezing his nose with the expected effect. Otherwise, a good-looking face, strong, masculine, youthful and smooth. Dirty-blond hair cropped close against the summer heat, those piercing deep blue eyes that had won him so many second looks. A pity he’d had the guts to exploit so few of them.

He lifted his shirt above his head and tossed it into the hamper. He turned sideways, admiring his form, the product of years of preparations for wrestling championships. He never won; but found satisfaction in the process of trying. He flexed his right bicep, admiring the curve, noting the vascular cut of his forearms; he tightened his stomach, running his fingers over the ridges of the defined six-pack. Naturally nearly smooth, with the obligatory tufts of thin hair around his nipples and between his pectorals and the little trail leading from his belly button to his waistband and beyond in testimony of the arrival of manhood. He was sexy, and he liked what he saw as he pushed his jeans to his thighs and turned and admired the curve of his gluteus as it met the powerful, corded musculature of his back. I’d fuck me, he thought.

He chuckled at his touch of narcissism and turned from the mirror, sliding his jeans to the floor. His eyes danced with nervous excitement. The summer beckoned – hard work, sweat, exertion, fresh air, clean dirt, freedom from the noise and bustle. Not for everybody, but certainly for him. There was no way he was going to get to sleep like this.

The room darkened, he slid the window partly open and lay nude on the bedspread, the fine, cool, clean Rockies air wafting over his body, caressing the hairs on his arms and legs, evaporating the sweat lingering in his armpits with a pleasant chill.

He slipped his thumb underneath his foreskin and rubbed his flaccid penis, his body relaxing in contentment. His current crush, a girl he’d probably never see again, lean, supple, vivacious, long brown hair. He imagined his lips on her petite breasts, nibbling, licking. He imagined her running her fine fingers across the skin of her thighs and belly, writhing in anticipation of what she wanted him to do to her.

His penis grew in his hand as she licked his testicles and wrapped her lips over his cock. He stroked faster as her head bobbed up and down, the spare saliva dribbling onto his scrotum. His body tensed and relaxed as he ran his spare hand over his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles, her hands, worshipping his enthralling body. He twisted his left nipple, first one way then the other. He licked his finger and spread the saliva over the tip of the right nipple, letting the cool air tingle it. He raised his arm and bit at the skin of his bicep while she crouched, inviting, in front of his amazing cock.

So hard. So hard in his hand.

He drove his cock deep into her body, his thighs slapping against her ass. She moaned in ecstasy, desire for him. She wanted him, needed him, and her pussy was tight, and his hand was tight and furiously stroking, sliding the foreskin up and down. She moaned like an creature possessed and he fucked her like one, his hand a blur in the dark as his breathing quickened and the sound of slapping skin punctuated the silence.

So hard. He felt that vein, swollen against the fingertips of his pinky and ring finger as he stroked. He felt every part of his cock at once, his senses focused and alive; she wanted him to cum into her pussy, she wanted him to own her, so he did.

Trevor’s teeth clenched and his mouth opened as the fire of orgasm sparked and spread from the head of his cock into his stomach and chest and arms and head. She disappeared in the blinding burn of pleasure as his body bucked, drops of semen splashing across his abs; one glob splattered against his chin and the fire peaked in a flash and quelled. He twitched as his sensitive dick protested at his hand’s insistence and he relaxed, sighing deeply. He lay still, the night air cooling the drops of semen against his skin.

Drowsy and sated, Trevor reached for his discarded sock from the floor. He wiped up the fluids from his chin and chest and tossed it away. Crawling underneath the softness of the covers, he slipped into sleep. She did not rejoin him that night.

 

[tantiboh]

Part 2 – Hard Work

May

****​

The job this summer consisted of rebuilding three miles of 80-year-old border fence. The catch was that the three miles extended over the most rugged terrain on the property. Fence built on such terrain was invariably difficult to build and maintain. If there had been a choice, it certainly would have been built elsewhere.

Trevor gulped when his uncle described the job. Normally, fencing such an area called for steel posts, driven into the ground. But that was a short-term solution. Since wooden posts made for a higher-quality, longer-lasting fence, and since nobody wanted to do this job again in their lifetimes, the decision had been made to build the fence correctly. A post hole auger mounted on a tractor would typically be used in such a case; over half of the route, though, was too rugged for a tractor to traverse or too rocky for the auger to penetrate. That meant hand-digging hole after hole in many instances, prying the stones from the ground one at a time with bars and shovels. It meant hauling tools and materials and dragging wire over steep hills and through deep overgrown ravines. They would need to work fourteen-hour days, six days a week to complete the job by the end of the summer. Trevor consoled himself at the thought of the pot of overtime pay at the end of the rainbow.

Trevor and Travis started work early, enjoying the cool of the Wyoming morning. The fence, thankfully, began in a less rugged location and the tractor made short work of digging the holes. Travis instructed his cousin in setting the posts, showing him how to remove the loose dirt from the hole and how to tamp the soil around each post for a firm hold. A thirty-pound tamping bar with a flared end compressed the earth in layers, each post requiring about eighty strokes using muscle groups that Trevor was not used to using; it was a great workout and as the sun and temperature rose the cousins removed their shirts and applied sun block while the sweat dripped from their brows and down their ribs.

Trevor admired his cousin’s frame. It was not the form of a bodybuilder or athlete, but the chiseled, raw, utilitarian power that can only be molded by years of manual labor, somehow more masculine, more imposing, though not quite in the shape one might find on the cover of a fitness magazine. Travis had inherited his father’s powerful, thick Nordic frame and his mother’s darker Greek complexion; the effect was impressive as the sweat dripped from the wet edges of his deep brown hair and collected dust in the glistening sheen on his lean chest. The man worked like an ox, not hurried, never tiring, his muscles effortlessly meeting the demands of the job.

The two talked all morning, catching up on their lives; Travis described his life at college, complained about his professors. Trevor related the experiences of his last season of high school wrestling. Travis was the foreman on the job, having more expertise; but he trained his younger cousin with respect, instructed and explained rather than ordered. They meshed well, the bonds of an easy friendship already forming between them, something beyond the childhood familiarity they’d already developed over the years.

A short break for lunch. Travis’ mother had prepared a brace of overflowing roast beef sandwiches for them; Trevor devoured his first, surprised at his hunger. They turned on the truck radio, tuning in to a local alternative station.

“No country?” asked Trevor, bemused.

“Can’t stand the stuff.”

“What happens if you play a country song backwards?”

“You get all your shit back.”

Trevor laughed. “I guess I need some new jokes.”

Travis gave him a sly look. “I’ve got a knock-knock joke. Want to hear it?”

“Alright.”

“You start.”

“Knock-knock.”

“Who’s there?” Travis stared at him deadpan, waiting.

“Aw, fuck that,” groaned Trevor, chagrined. “How’d I fall for that?” Travis grinned.

They shot the breeze for a few minutes before Travis mumbled about going to check on something. He told Trevor to feel free to get started again when he was ready. Trevor watched him stroll off and disappear into the nearby ravine.

Trevor took a long swig of water and stepped out of the truck, moving to the top of the hill. He stood astride a ridge that overlooked where the rolling foothills of the Rockies melted into the western edges of the Great Plains. The aroma of the last of the spring wildflowers rode on the crystal clear breeze; he gazed across twenty miles to the east, surveying the rugged summer beauty of Wyoming. Scattered houses dotted the landscape within his view, clear to the fringes of Cheyenne, its dark tree line just on the horizon. He felt expansive and aloof before the breathtaking vista as a deep satisfaction settled into his soul. Minutes passed as he drank it in.

Finally his thoughts returned to him. Where was Travis? Sprained ankle? Better check on him. He turned and headed in the direction that his cousin had gone, descending into the ravine. He worked his way down then back up the other side, picking his way among the boulders and loose stones. Cresting the ridge, his eyes swinging back and forth, he spotted something against the opposite wall of the next ravine. Travis leaned naked against the greens and grays of a lichen-spotted boulder, his hand furiously working at his groin.

Oh shit, thought Trevor as he dropped into a crouch, grinning. Guess he’s going to want some privacy. Keeping low, Trevor slid back the way he’d come. He stopped short after a few steps with a wicked thought. His heart pounded and his head spun as he sneaked back toward his cousin, moving carefully until he could just see Travis through the grasses.

He wasn’t turned on by the sight, not really; it was more the sense of nervousness one feels while waiting for a great practical joke to take its course. His cousin concentrated intently on the task at hand, spitting on his fingers regularly to add to the lubrication as his fist worked over his cock. Moments passed as Trevor watched, fascinated. Of course Travis jerks off, he thought. Everybody does. Still, Trevor had never actually seen anybody else in real life doing so, and he found it a bit riveting – that sense of voyeuristic invasion of another’s private moment. Human nature and the resulting curiosity kept his eyes riveted on his cousin.

Travis’ body tensed in obvious orgasm, relaxing after a few seconds. Trevor’s eyes widened as his cousin brought his hand to his face and licked at it, evidently feasting on his own semen. Trevor gawked as Travis scraped at his stomach and brought his fingers to his mouth again, several times, thoroughly recovering all he could.

Oh shit, thought Trevor as Travis stood and reached for his pants. He hurried back the way he’d come, almost slipping down the steep slope. No time, he thought. He’d never make it back up before Travis saw him. He stopped, composed himself, applied his best poker face, and headed slowly back toward his cousin.

“What’s up?” he heard Travis call presently from above him.

“Nothing, you’d just been gone a while and I wanted to make sure you hadn’t fallen and busted your ass.”

“Thanks, I’m good. Just had to take a look at where the fence was headed.”

“Cool.” The cousins climbed out of the ravine and got back to work.

****

Trevor hadn’t been so exhausted and sore since the last time he'd started training for wrestling season. He enjoyed the feeling, frankly; somehow, those aching muscles made him feel manlier. Still, they’d walked out of the house at six and walked back in at eight. All he’d wanted to do was eat and sleep.

His aunt, however, had insisted that a shower would make him feel better, and she’d been right. He liked her; she had such an easy motherly mien about her. The water splashed down in warm, soothing rivulets over his tired, sun-soaked chest, taking the bubbles of soap with it as it gurgled down the drain. His hands were the worst, though; he’d worn gloves all day, of course, but they still stung, raw and blistered where he’d held the shovel and tamping bar. He figured he’d done about five thousand reps with that thirty-pound bar today, along with hours of shovel work, walking up and down hills, and hauling of tools and materials. And this was the easiest part of the line. In a couple of days they would have to start digging post holes by hand. Every sixteen feet, for most of three miles.

Trevor thrived on challenge, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to back down on this one.

He shut the water off and stepped shakily out of the shower, grabbing the thick, soft towel his aunt had draped on the rack for him. Dried, he wrapped the towel around his waist and moved down the hallway toward his room.

Travis had been waiting his turn and had heard Trevor leaving the bathroom. They met halfway down the hall, Travis stripped to a set of boxer shorts with his towel thrown over his dusty shoulder. He noted Trevor’s exhaustion with some bemusement. “You gonna make it?”

“Yeah, I’ll make it. Give me a couple of weeks to get used to it and I’ll kick your ass out there.”

“That’s the spirit,” Travis grinned. “That bar really hits the arms, doesn’t it? Let me help.” Travis stepped behind his cousin and gripped his shoulders, massaging deeply and slowly with his rough, powerful hands, pressing with the ball of his hand rather than the tips of his fingers. Trevor sighed, relaxing, letting Travis do him the favor.

“You’re a beast, Trevor, you know that? Anybody else would have quit after six hours of that.”

“I don’t quit.”

“Good. I’d never get this job done in time without you. Besides,” Travis said, sliding to Trevor’s upper arms, “I like having you around. It’s good company.”

The duo went silent as Travis’ fingers kneaded into the tired muscles. “You never even slowed down out there, did you? You say I’m a beast.”

Travis slipped his hands under Trevor’s arms and worked at his lats in firm circles. Trevor hadn’t even noticed he was sore there, but it felt so fucking good. “Yeah, but I’m used to it. It took a lot of years of work to get that way. There you go.” He patted Trevor on the shoulder. “Good night.”

“Thanks. ‘Night.” Trevor continued down the hall and closed the bedroom door behind him. He dropped the towel to the floor and killed the lights, flopping onto the bed on his stomach. She made the bed for me, he thought. What a gal. He made a mental note to remember that she’d be coming into his room during the day. He had to be careful what he left laying in view.

Despite his exhausted state, he somehow had a boner, smashed between his belly and the mattress. He wondered first if the massage had done it to him, and second if he had the motivation to rub one out. He pushed his pelvis against the covers and realized that he did.

Slowly, Trevor flexed his aching body, gently humping the bed, rubbing his cock against the cotton, feeling the foreskin slide back and expose his sensitive cockhead to direct stimulation. If felt good and he gripped the edge of the mattress, pressing his pelvis harder. Slow and hard. Just like she wanted it. She whimpered as he slowly drove his hard cock into her ass. Yeah, she loved his hard cock, loved how he worked her over, slow but firm. A beautiful, firm, round ass, and she gave it to him, moaning at his cock inside her.

Trevor turned onto his back, focusing on himself. He gripped his cock and stroked it. His aching muscles complained, the stiffness and burning making him manlier and multiplying the pleasure. He rubbed his chest, gripped his neck and squeezed some, thrusting his exhausted pelvis up as he stroked. His raw hands were sensitive, and they felt the texture of his shaft as it slid beneath the skin, that rounded roughness lined with firm veins. Blocking out all other thought, minutes passed as he reveled in himself, basked in his own masculinity, worshipped his own body. Suddenly, the image flashed in his mind, Travis, powerful body exposed in the sun, body convulsing, then his hand comes toward his lips. Trevor could see every detail now, Travis’ tongue lapping up the milky white like a delicacy and the spark flared in him. Dribble this time, no squirting; but none the less potent for it, the waves of fiery pleasure rolled through his body, amplified by the pain from his muscles as they flexed in response, his entire body a white ball of delicious agony that blotted out the world. The semen pooled on his hand as the orgasm finally subsided.

Heavy breathing in the dark. Remarkable. He hadn’t expected that image – and it had turned him on so much. Curious, Trevor peered at his sticky hand in the dark. He’d never tasted it before; the idea hadn’t even occurred to him, really. Impulsively, he licked a small glob from his thumb. Bland, he thought. A tad bitter. He swished some saliva into it and swallowed. The aftertaste stuck in his throat, a powerful odor. He didn’t like that at all. Swinging his legs to the floor, he grabbed the towel and wiped off his hand and swollen member. He rummaged in his duffel bag for the water bottle he had stashed there and drank deeply until the taste diminished.

Fuck it all, he thought as he pulled the covers over himself. He was asleep in moments.

 

[Autolycus]

A very fine start - looking forward to more.

 

[tantiboh]

Part 3 - Caught

Part 3 - Caught

May

****​

Trevor had dragged himself out of bed by sheer force of will. He felt good; it just hurt to move anything. The cousins had parked the truck and stripped off their shirts, applying sunscreen to anything that was exposed.

Trevor groaned as he tried to reach around behind his shoulders. “You alright?” asked Travis.

“Fine, just sore as hell.”

“Here, I’ll put some on you if you put some on me.” Travis stepped behind Trevor and squirted a liberal quantity of lotion into his hand and began smearing it over his cousin’s back. Trevor tensed at the cool liquid, and then relaxed as Travis’ rough hands worked it over him. He sighed without realizing it. “Feel good?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Trevor grinned. “I could barely get out of bed.”

“Here, let me help you loosen up.” Travis slowed his pace and added pressure, rubbing at the tight muscles of Trevor’s back, working methodically up and down as Trevor’s head drooped forward in spite of himself.

“How’d you get so good at this?”

“An old girlfriend and I got into massaging each other. We took some classes together.” He paused impishly. “We had a lot of fun doing the homework together.” He moved to Trevor’s right arm, rubbing along its entire length.

“I didn’t think I’d like another dude touching me so much,” said Trevor after a few moments, grinning.

Travis shrugged, moving to the left arm. “A person’s got to get over their hang-up with touching or being touched, but it’s not a big deal. Call it a favor.” He finished with the arm and dispensed more of the sunscreen, smearing it slowly over Trevor’s chest and up onto his neck, working at the pectorals like lumps of dough and tackling the shoulders again from the front. He caught Trevor’s eye. “Better?”

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Get my back, would you?” Travis asked, handing him the bottle.

****

A few hours of labor had loosened Trevor up considerably and the two worked well as a team, making rapid progress. Still, Trevor felt a little off. Several times, he glanced over at Travis only to see his cousin avert his eyes. After the fifth or sixth time, he grinned. “What is it?”

“Huh?”

“You keep looking at me.”

“Oh, nothing. You’re learning how to do all this faster than I expected. I’m just watching how you’re doing, seeing if there are any pointers I can give you.”

Yuh-huh. That was a little weird. Trevor brushed it off and dropped the shovel back into the hole. After a few minutes, Travis excused himself. They were almost to the first ravine, he said, and he wanted to pace it off to see how many posts they needed to haul down there. Yeah right, Trevor thought to himself, smiling. He’s taking the only post he’s going to need with him.

After a few moments, Trevor stepped to the rim and watched as Travis walked over the next ridge, disappearing behind it. Grinning mischievously, he set out after his cousin. His heart beat faster at the thought of the naughtiness.

Topping the hill, Trevor slowly worked his way forward, his eyes scanning for movement. There he was, sure enough, lounging on the same lichen-garnished boulder near the bottom of the next draw, sitting on his pants, cock in hand.

Why am I watching? Trevor wondered. Travis gets his privacy too, doesn’t he? Trevor couldn’t turn away, though. He watched as Travis’ pectoral bounced rhythmically and his abdominals flexed and knotted with each slow pelvic thrust, the sun bathing the bronzed skin of his torso, shining off the lighter skin below the tan line at his waist. He could identify with his cousin, he supposed, could understand the private release and gratification he was experiencing; that and the sense of invading this most private of moments made the sight fascinating.

Trevor’s thoughts screeched to a halt as he realized that Travis had frozen and was gazing straight at him. “Fuck,” he muttered and dropped to the ground, trying to convince himself that it hadn’t happened, that maybe he’d gotten away with it. “Shit, shit, shit…” He hurried down the hill, slipping once and recovering, loose stones rolling in his wake. The faint hope of a clean getaway crumbled as he reached the bottom of the draw and heard Travis’ voice behind him calling his name. He turned to the sight of his cousin, nude to his shoes, jeans wadded in his hand. He turned away and waited, trying frantically to come up with an excuse.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Travis sounded amused.

“Look, man, I’m sorry,” Trevor stammered. “I just had a question about…”

Travis wrapped his arm around his cousin’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t have anything to hide.” Trevor couldn’t help but notice Travis’ fully-hard cock, sticking out ramrod straight in front of him, pink circumcised head hanging suspended in the air. “We all jack off, don’t we?” Travis stepped away and spread his pants on the grass. “Now, I’m going to sit right here and finish. The way I see it,” Travis looked at Trevor hesitantly as he squatted down, “you can either join me or head back up and get to work.” With that, Travis leaned back on his elbow and spat into his hand, resuming his stroking, eyes closing.

Trevor couldn’t do anything but glance at his cousin and grin at the situation. “You’re fucking nuts.”

“Yep, my fucking nuts are right here,” Travis smirked as he grabbed his testicles. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m a little occupied at the moment.”

Trevor waffled for a moment. It was weird, for sure, but where was the harm? Fuck it, he thought. He unzipped his jeans and sat down, pulling his package into the daylight, rubbing at the head of his flaccid cock with his foreskin. Moving his mind deliberately off into his own world, he enjoyed the sun on his body as his erection formed. He heard his cousin spit into his hand from time to time, heard the wet squishing of saliva on skin, noted the insects that rattled and hissed, the smell of green grass drying around him as the arid summer waxed. His senses tuned to the surrounding nature; he was away from the soft, private, enclosed sort of environment where he normally masturbated. He lay exposed to the world, the big sky above him. A jet at high altitude crawled its way overhead, leaving its white trail. He wondered ridiculously if anybody could see him down here, and that little thrill of exhibitionism excited him. He thrust his pelvis and jacked harder, his eyes closing.

Minutes passed as the familiar images and fantasies materialized in his mind. How she wanted him… How the bed shook as he slammed against her… Presently, he felt the beginnings of orgasm, moments away, and he redoubled his strokes, sliding the foreskin back and forth in a blur, thrusting his hips upward again and again.

The spark. The fire started. Suddenly, he felt a powerful grip pinning his hands to the ground beside him and opened his eyes just in time to watch his cousin’s face dive onto his ejaculating cock, the wet mouth savagely working over the head with friction and suction.

He couldn’t resist. His body knotted in pleasure; his muscles refused to react to anything except the overwhelming waves that ravaged him. He hadn’t even heard him coming, he thought in the back of his mind. Oh, shit, it felt good!

Finally, after those stretched seconds exhausted themselves, his body reluctantly started obeying him again. He kicked backwards and shot to his feet. “What the fuck, motherfucker? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Felt good, didn’t it?” his cousin asked, smiling wanly, a little glob of Trevor’s semen gleaming just above his chin.

And that was just the problem, wasn’t it? It felt good. “Go fuck yourself, you filthy faggot.” Trevor stormed back up the hill.

 

[SwingBoy]

Hot story! You write great tantiboh

 

[tantiboh]

Interesting chapter. I hope Trevor gets over his initial anger. More please.

With thirty-some chapters to go, I'd say the chances are pretty good.

Thanks, Matt. Tune in tomorrow!

 

[tantiboh]

Hot story! You write great tantiboh

Thanks. We all do something well; this is what I've got.

The fourth installment pops the "hot" up a notch...

 

[tantiboh]

Part 4 – Confusion

Part 4 – Confusion

June

***​

Trevor couldn’t sleep. He was still too pissed off. He lay in the dark, the thoughts roiling through his mind. It had been a singularly unpleasant afternoon. He and Travis had hardly spoken six words to each other, throwing themselves into the work, Trevor angry and confused, Travis utterly mortified. Dinner had been particularly grueling, as both tried to pretend that nothing had happened for the sake of Trevor’s aunt and uncle.

As was becoming his routine, Trevor had eaten, showered, and come straight to bed. Now his mind kept going over and over the day, refusing rest.

He had felt violated, certainly. Travis’ advances were a complete shock, entirely unexpected and uninvited. But that wasn’t the source of his anger. If he were completely honest, he realized, he would admit that his anger was directed at himself. Those few moments of panicked pleasure were intense, unexpectedly so. He had enjoyed it. And he wanted it again. That’s what really ate at him. He was no fag; he had been comfortable with what he was, and yet, he looked at his cousin now and sex crept into the back of his mind. When he thought of Travis’ sweating torso, he felt the same twinges of desire that he embraced when he fantasized about breasts and vaginas. It didn’t fit into his image of himself, didn’t make any sense, and yet… it was there. How many men had he seen nude? How often had he viewed a sweating, gleaming torso, in the shower, at the lockers, on the mat? Yet this time, it was different. The emotional impact of that admission tore his reasoning to shreds and left him irretrievably confused. He didn’t like it, and it pissed him off.

And what about tomorrow? Either he’d have to find a way to work with Travis or he’d have to go home. But how could he work side by side for fourteen hours a day with someone who engendered such inner turmoil?

The problems weren’t solved, but his fatigue began to overpower them. I’ll worry about it tomorrow, he thought, letting welcome oblivion engulf his consciousness.

***

They hadn’t said a word to each other during the twenty-minute pickup ride to the work site. Travis parked the truck and turned off the engine. “Hell with this,” he said as he turned to Trevor, breaking the steely silence. “Look,” Travis said, taking a breath. “About yesterday…” He waited until Trevor met his gaze. “I’m sorry. I got carried away. I don’t know what I was thinking, and it’s pretty obvious that I crossed the line.”

Trevor’s temper flared. “You’re fucking right you crossed the line.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. But here’s the thing: it takes two people to get this job done. If we can’t work together, then we may as well head back. You’re pissed at me, and I don’t blame you. The question is, are you going to be able to get over it?”

Travis paused, considering. “Let me ask you something. Are you gay?”

“I guess you’d say I’m bi. I started messing with guys a couple of years ago.”

“Alright, so why’d you do that yesterday?”

Travis sat back, taking a deep breath. “Look, can I level with you?” Trevor nodded. “Look at you. You’re incredibly good looking.” Trevor felt himself grin at the compliment in spite of himself. “No, really. Any girl would jump at the chance to let you boink her, am I wrong?”

“Well, I don’t know about that…”

“Well, watching you work, I got all horny. Then remember, I saw you watching me jack off, and that got me double horny. Then I saw you jacking off and I couldn’t stop myself. You’re such a freaking stud, I couldn’t resist. I should have, and I knew it. But I couldn’t. I bet you turn all the girls’ heads when you take off that shirt, don’t you?”

Trevor was flattered, and his goofy grin betrayed him. “Nah, come on, I’m not that good looking.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, man.” Travis paused. “Anyway, I crossed a line I shouldn’t have, and I risked our friendship. It was stupid, and I’m sorry.” He swallowed. “You think you can forgive me?”

Trevor considered the question. Was any harm done, really? It’s not like anybody got hurt. He took a breath. “Yeah, it’s all good.” He looked at his cousin. “I guess what I was pissed at was that it really did feel good. That kind of surprised me, and I’m still kinda confused about it. Because I like girls.”

“Hey, I get it. But you know, sex isn’t always about that. It can just feel good. I don’t even worry about whether I’m with a guy or a girl anymore.”

“Is it better with guys or with girls?”

Travis shrugged. “Neither is better, just different. Guys do relate to each other better though, they know what feels the best. I’ve never met a girl who can give better head than a gay guy.”

Trevor grinned in spite of himself. “Yeah, I remember.” The cousins laughed as they climbed out of the truck. They stripped off their shirts and started applying sunscreen, slipping back into their routine. Travis stepped in behind Trevor and applied the lotion to his back, his hands slipping into massage mode as they found Trevor’s shoulders. “Mmmm,” breathed Trevor, his head drooping.

“Here’s the thing,” Travis said softly, leaning toward his cousin’s ear. “I can’t help it. You’re mad hot, and I want you every time I see you.” He felt Trevor stiffen. “But you have my word I won’t cross the line again without your permission.” Travis stepped around to face Trevor, has hands still on his shoulders. “As I see it, I have two options. Either I can jack off twice a day, or I can show you what I mean about sex feeling good no matter who it’s with.” His hands slipped to Trevor’s arms and he gripped them gently. His voice took on a gentle tone. Trevor’s heart skipped a beat as he realized what his cousin was suggesting. “Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going get on my knees. I’m going to unzip your pants, and I’m going to put your dick in my mouth. I’m going to suck it until your eyes roll back. You don’t have to do anything but stand there. And if you say no, I will stand up and walk away, and I’ll never mention it again.”

Trevor froze, speechless. His heart pounded in his chest. But he couldn’t say no. Not when Travis’ hands slid down his forearms and he felt his cousin’s breath on his stomach. Not when his belt loosened and his jeans opened. Not when he felt the slick moisture of saliva along the bottom of his flaccid penis. Not when he felt the hot warmth of his cousin’s mouth and the pulsating of his cousin’s tongue as Travis sucked his growing erection like a calf sucks on her mother’s udder.

His head tipped backward and his mouth opened as the dull pleasure began to wash gently through his body. “That feels good,” he whispered as Travis drew back his head and plunged it forward again, engulfing his entire erection.

Minutes passed without the sound of anything except the summer insects and the wet squeaks and slurps of a working mouth on flesh. Suddenly, Travis gripped the waistband of Trevor’s pants and briefs and pulled them down around his cousin’s ankles. He stood and grasped Trevor’s torso, their eyes meeting as Travis flashed an impish grin, and lifted Trevor bodily onto the warm dusty hood of the truck, pushing him back until he lay stretched across the metal. Travis leaned down and licked Trevor’s scrotum, his tongue reaching behind and underneath, his rough hand grasping his cousin’s shaft.

More minutes as Travis worshipped Trevor’s body, licking his cock, kissing his flexing abs, nibbling on his nipples, breathing deeply at his moist arm pits. Trevor’s eyes closed, his body relaxed, his mind breathing in the sensations. Suddenly, he felt his cousin crawling onto the truck with him, straddling his waist, his hands pressed against Trevor’s pectorals. Travis ground the crotch of his jeans into Trevor’s erection once, twice, and leaned down. “I want more, Trevor. I need you inside me. I’ll stop if you say no.”

Once again, Trevor found himself powerless to decline. He felt as Travis slid his pants to his thighs. His body tingled as Travis reached back, gripped his shaft, and ran the head of his cock slowly up and down the valley between Travis’ buttocks, slid it across the soft pucker of his anus, pressed the head against the flesh there.

The sunblock had been left on the corner of the hood. Travis dispensed it into his hand and reached back again, slathering it across his hole and over Trevor’s rock-hard cock. Gripping the base, he settled back, pressing it into himself. Trevor felt the damp heat slowly engulf him, his cock head penetrating, wedging, then breaking past the barrier and diving deep as his erection buried itself to the hilt inside his cousin to the sound of his satisfied grunt and Travis’ pleasured groan.

Slowly, Travis rocked forward, then back again, reburying Trevor into him. Again, forward and back, establishing a slow rhythm. “Oh fuck,” breathed Trevor after a few strokes. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Travis paused. “Do you want to stop?”

Trevor met his eye, grinning. “No. It feels good.”

Travis smiled and resumed, transitioning into a steady bounce. Somehow, their hands met and their fingers interlaced, their eyes closed, both men lost in the sensations the other brought.

Trevor felt Travis’ weight shift as his cousin leaned forward. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second before Travis’ lips met Trevor’s, softly, inviting, pleading. Trevor began thrusting his hips upward into Travis as he accepted the kiss tentatively. His lips parted and he felt Travis’ tongue sweeping slowly across his own as his hand found the back of Travis’ head, pulling him in.

At length, Travis broke from him and leaned back, bracing his hands against Trevor’s thighs, riding faster. His cock was fully hard and waving in the air and Trevor grabbed it spontaneously, gripping it tightly, stroking it in time with his cousin’s rhythm, the denim of Travis’ jeans stretched tight between his thighs. Trevor thrust his hips upward to meet his cousin on each stroke and both moaned in ecstasy.

Trevor felt the spark light up in his groin. “I’m going to cum,” he gasped, expecting Travis to slow or stop. Instead, Travis’ riding became savage and he grabbed his own cock, masturbating hard. Within seconds, Trevor’s body tensed as he passed the point of no return; he felt powerful, like a creature of the mountains, like he owned this thing that gave him pleasure. He thrust deep into it as his body screamed in orgasm, his own voice screaming in response, and he possessed this thing, made it his own as his hips thrust again and again and his groin pulsated and injected his essence into it. In the distance, he heard the thing’s own cries of pleasure, and felt as its own juices began to pool on his stomach.

The blinding haze lifted, and he watched Travis’ body spasm, his mouth wide in rapture as his orgasm peaked and began to dwindle, their strokes and bounces and thrusts and moans dying out, replaced by grunts and hard breaths.

Breathless, Travis rolled to the side and lay by his cousin, his gleaming, tan chest heaving. The disbelief rolled through Trevor as he grasped the reality of what they had just done. “Holy fuck.”

 

[tommyk1980]

wow just wow amazing!!

 

[Endlessnight500]

OMG, I love this kind of story. Dont get me wrong, there are alot of stories here on JUB that are hot. A lot also seem to lack a certaint character development, and sort of just skips to the sex. I like this, I look forward to more. Thanks.

 

[tantiboh]

Hot chapter. I think theres a few errors lol but it was good anyway. Thanks and I cant wait for more.

Errors? Never!

Thanks, Matt.

wow just wow amazing!!

Thanks, Tommy. Let me know what you like about it! It'll help me make it better as I write future installments.

OMG, I love this kind of story. Dont get me wrong, there are alot of stories here on JUB that are hot. A lot also seem to lack a certaint character development, and sort of just skips to the sex. I like this, I look forward to more. Thanks.

I'm right there with you. I like to understand the people; some of us forget that the best sex is more than just a mechanical exercise - you get a lot more out of it if you've got that connection with your partner that only comes with intimacy. Likewise, I get a lot more out of a story if I understand the characters - their motivations, their weaknesses, their quirks.

In my case, I'm cheating - these are real people, so it's easier to develop real characters.

More is on the way! Enjoy!

(Oh, by the way - Trevor boinked her last week. Then he boinked me last night. )

Say, would you fellas like me to try to get Trevor to sign up and join the thread?

 

[tantiboh]

Part 5 - Exploration

Part 5 – Exploration

June

***​

After long, sweet minutes spent catching their breath, the cousins went to work. Trevor’s body had finally begun compensating for the workload, strengthening where needed, and he worked tirelessly at Travis’ side. They had reached their first large slope, a steep, rocky section that dove into a deep valley. It was inaccessible by tractor, so their only recourse was to painstakingly dig each post hole by hand, prying out the stones and chipping away at the decaying rock. They took turns, one thrusting a steel bar into the earth in powerful strokes, the other clearing out the soil and debris until the hole sunk deep enough to hold its post for the next century.

The morning hours passed as the sun climbed higher. They doused their heads with their water jugs, struggling to keep pace with their thirst for moisture. Sweat dripped into Trevor’s eyes, bringing the dust with it as he struggled in vain to wipe it away. Their bodies dripped, but their muscles rippled, primed and powerful.

Trevor stole occasional glances at his cousin now, admiring his flexing body, remembering the sensations of Travis’ anus as it wrapped around his cock, his so-hard cock. He noticed Travis returning the glances from time to time.

Nearing noon, and another post had been set solidly into the earth. Travis called a break and the two stood, dripping. Trevor leaned against the newly erected wooden rod, their breath slowing.

“You’re a fucking marvel, you know that?” Travis said suddenly.

“Huh?”

“Most guys would have taken a month to get used to this kind of work, even if they were pretty much in shape. You’re already keeping up with me. It’s impressive.”

“Oh,” Trevor said, shrugging. “I like the exercise.”

“It shows, too.” Travis stopped, openly admiring Trevor’s body. “God, you’re a sexy motherfucker…”

Trevor grinned, embarrassed again. “You know, you say that, but look at how you’re ripped, man.”

Travis’ eye twinkled as he tweaked his own nipple. “You like what you see, then?” Trevor laughed. His smile faded as Travis looked him straight in the eye. “You want to fuck my ass again?”

Trevor’s heart started pounding again. Damn, he thought, how is it that Travis has that effect on me?

All he said was, “Yes.”

Unabashed, confident, Travis stepped forward and pushed his cousin back against the post. He pressed in and they kissed, passionate, deep, hard, their hands sliding around and over each other’s body. After heavenly moments, Travis guided Trevor a few feet to a large, two-tiered flat boulder, pushed him back onto it, and lay full onto his body, their lips and tongues entangling each other once more, Travis grinding his groin into his younger cousin’s. Minutes passed in silence as the pair let loose of their inhibitions, melting into one another in that long, deep, wet, sweet kissing.

“I want to taste all of you,” mumbled Travis as he slid slowly down Trevor’s neck and over his shoulder. He wedged his face into Travis’ dripping armpit and licked, exchanging saliva for sweat, heedless of his cousin’s ticklish giggles, sucking at the dank hair like a dying man in the desert, his hands gripping and squeezing and molesting the other man’s sweaty, dusty torso. He moved to Trevor’s other armpit, insatiable, his nose and cheeks and mouth glistening with moisture. He tweaked Trevor’s nipple aggressively, the pleasantly painful tingling eliciting an arched back and a soft moan.

Travis stood and stripped Trevor with urgency, taking everything off him, right through to the socks, the clothing discarded to the ground to the right and to the left. “So fucking hot,” he mumbled as he crouched between his cousin’s legs. He ignored Trevor’s swollen cock, breathing deeply as he thrust his nose between Trevor’s scrotum and thigh, smelling with savor.

“That can’t smell very good,” Trevor laughed.

“Mmm, smells like a man,” growled Travis, his voice muffled by Trevor’s body. He licked, hungry, at every sweaty square inch he could find, soaking his cousin’s perineum and scrotum and inner thighs. He looked up. “Tell me something, Trevor.”

Trevor’s eyes had been closed, he realized. He met his cousin’s. “Yeah?”

“All those girls you’ve screwed. Did any of them ever lick your asshole?”

Trevor’s eyes widened at the thought. He’d heard of it, but actually tried it? “No.”

Travis grinned impishly. He stood, walked to where the pair had been working, and retrieved a jug of water. Opening it, he lifted Trevor’s legs to his shoulders as he drizzled the water into his cousin’s crack, scrubbing with his fingers. Finished, he resealed the jug and squatted. “Hold your legs up.” Travis obeyed, his curiosity fully horned up, his forearms hooking underneath his thighs.

Travis delved in slowly, his tongue pressing gently against his cousin’s anus. “Holy fucking shit,” breathed Trevor as the unexpected sensations fired up his body. Travis pressed harder, licking and running his tongue in rings, his hands pulling Trevor’s cheeks apart, his corded arms helping to roll his cousin back, his tongue trying valiantly to push itself inside the pink hole. Trevor could only hold still, mouth open, spellbound, amazed at how surprisingly good it felt.

After several minutes, Travis intent on his task of providing pleasure, Trevor intent on his task of receiving it, Travis took a deep breath, sealed his lips around Trevor’s anus, and gave it a hard, fast raspberry.

“Oh, fuck,” yelped Trevor, his body jerking as his legs extended reflexively. The pair busted up in hysterics.

Moments later, composing himself, Travis asked, “How was that?”

“Fucking amazing, man. You still haven’t sucked my cock though, bastard. Are you trying to make me go crazy?”

“You’ve gotta earn that, bucko.” Travis quickly stripped off his pants and briefs, awkwardly peeling them off around his shoes. He stepped up onto the boulder with Trevor and helped his cousin to his feet. He leaned in for a quick peck on the lips. “You ready to get that cock wet?”

“You betcha.”

Travis stepped to the side and leaned over against the higher level of the boulder. “Fuck that hole like it’s your momma’s pussy.”

“We’d be standing here with nothing to do. Should I fuck it like your momma’s pussy instead?”

“Oooh, ouch.” The cousins laughed at each other as Trevor squared himself with Travis’ waiting hole. He sidled forward and wedged his hard cockhead against the flesh and started pushing.

“Woah, ho, hold it cowboy. Drop some spit down there. And keep dropping it. I don’t have any pussy juices back there, you know.”

Trevor complied, a long string of sticky saliva slithering into Travis’ crack. He scooped it with his cock and smeared it with his hand, dripping another glob down for good measure. Ready now, he braced and pressed in. He hesitated as Travis’ face contorted in discomfort. “You alright?”

“Don’t stop, just bury it and hold it there for a minute. I’ll be fine then.” Obeying, Trevor slipped the rest of his cock in to the hilt, hearing his cousin’s guttural grunt, holding it in place, enjoying the warm, wet, spasming flesh that engulfed him.

Moments later, he pulled back, just a couple of inches, then slowly pushed back in, working into a slow, gentle rhythm. “Oh, yeah,” breathed Travis. “That’s fucking perfect. Just speed up, a little at a time.”

Trevor obliged, increasing his speed and thrust slightly once and then again and yet again, pausing regularly to dribble a glob of saliva into the sloppy mess.

Within minutes, Trevor had established a brisk rhythm and his cousin groaned in ecstasy. “Come on, you fucker, give it to me,” he growled.

“Oh yeah,” grunted Trevor, gripping the other man’s hips and ramming into him, the fleshy slapping floating down into the valley.

“Is that all you got, you little pussy?” gasped Travis. “I told you to fuck me, not tickle me!”

Trevor grinned and pounded into him. Hertz, he thought absently. A unit for measuring iterations per second. Let’s go for three. He never kept track of whether or not he actually managed it, but his body tightened and strained in his effort to do so. “Oh, yeah,” cried Travis. “That’s it, you fucking stud!”

In retrospect, Trevor realized that he would have come within moments under normal circumstances. He’d already had an orgasm a few hours prior, though, and his sexual stamina in this case exceeded his physical stamina. After just a few minutes at the breakneck pace, his fatigued body lost its rhythm. His cock slipped from his cousin’s hole and folded nearly in half as he tried to ram it home again. Both men yelped and broke off, Travis standing and Trevor’s breath coming in deep gasps. They sat on the warm boulder, their midday sweat running in rivulets. “Fucking awesome, Trevor. I’ve never gotten fucked that hard. Look at this,” Travis indicated his cockhead, glistening with precum. “I could feel it. You almost got me to cum without me even touching my dick.”

Trevor was finally catching his breath. “You can do that?”

“I did it once. It felt fucking amazing.”

“Doesn’t it hurt? How can you like getting it up the butt so much?”

“Oh, it hurts. But that subsides and kind of turns into an electrical sensation that shoots through your body. It feels amazing. And if you can hit the prostate just right, like you were doing to me, well,” he grinned at his cousin. “That’s better than sex.”

“Prostate? What’s that got to do with it?”

“Tough to explain. It’s very sensitive, especially on me. Imagine your cock getting stroked, but way up in your gut. It’s great. I’d have to show you if you want any more explanation.”

Trevor looked at his cousin dubiously. “I’m not getting fucked.”

“I won’t. I’ll just use a finger. You’ll like it, I promise. And if you don’t, just tell me to stop.”

Trevor paused, swallowing. “Uhm, alright.”

“We’ll need something better than spit. I’ll go get the sunblock.” Naked but for his shoes, Travis headed up the slope. Trevor leaned back on the rock. The summer insects hissed and courted around him; a slight breeze pushed at the blades of grass and leaves of the shrubs around him, cooling his moist skin. Holy fuck, he thought. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But, he grinned to himself, it’s so fucking awesome. With girls, there was an emotional connection. He loved the way they felt and tasted and smelled. Girls were soft and delicate and enticing, like a delicious cake. But Travis was rough, powerful, easily his match in strength, which was significant. It was like tearing into a great piece of steak. It really did just feel good with Travis. There was no pretense, no thinking about the best way to please his partner, just raw urges and the most animalistic, satisfying fucking he’d ever had. He could be a man with this man; he could fuck from his gut. He loved exploring it, and he wanted more. A lot more.

Travis’ footfalls interrupted his thoughts and he glanced up as his cousin bounced down the hill, full jug of water and tube of lotion in his hands, his half-hard cock swinging and bouncing as he walked.

“Alright, here’s the deal,” Travis said, bounding up to the rock beside his cousin. “You know you can say stop. If you do, I will. But I don’t want you to. I want to molest you in ways you haven’t even thought about. It may hurt a little, you may even get a little grossed out. But if you trust me, you’ll love it.”

“Alright…”

“And the catch.” Travis grinned. “I’m going to make you cum. Once you do, you won’t be as horny. But I still need to get off. If you decide you like what I do to you, you agree to do exactly the same things to me. Sound fair?”

“Deal.”

“Good. First, we’ll clean up that cock of yours.” So they did. Trevor knelt and Travis drizzled water over it.

Travis had also palmed an alcohol wipe from the first aid kit in the truck. He tore it open and unfolded it. Trevor yelped as Travis slid back his foreskin and rubbed briskly at the semi-hard penis. “God, that stings,” Trevor hissed between clenched teeth. Travis leaned over and blew, evaporating the residual alcohol in seconds. It was a singularly interesting sensation.

“Alright, down to business,” said Travis, guiding Trevor to a reclining position. “I love foreskin,” he mused as he pulled the tissue up his thumb. “It’s fascinating. You’ve got more of it than anybody else I’ve been with.”

Trevor grinned. “I’m rather attached to it.” God, that sounded cheesy.

“Let me make sure.” He leaned over and took Trevor’s cock head into his mouth, slipping his tongue in where his thumb had been, tugging on the skin with his lips, sucking it up and around his tongue.

“Oh, God,” muttered Trevor as Travis wiggled the tip of his tongue against the younger man’s urethra. He was getting hard, fast. Within seconds, his swelling cock had pushed his cousin’s tongue out and reclaimed the space as its own. Undaunted, Travis engulfed Trevor’s member, cupping his cousin’s balls with one rough, leathery palm, gripping the base of the shaft with the other.

After a couple of minutes, Travis pulled back, satisfied. “Good,” he pronounced. “Now for something new. Spread your legs.” Travis squirted a liberal dollop of the sunscreen onto his fingers and laid comfortably between his cousin’s thighs. “Just relax. This will sting at first. Give it a chance.”

Trevor nodded in response, and Travis smeared the lubricant against his cousin’s anus. He pressed at the hole, gently prodding, tenderly parting, pushing just the first knuckle in, slowly working in to the second.

He took his time, recognizing that this was Trevor’s first time with anything inside his butt. Trevor closed his eyes and breathed as the minutes passed. The sensation didn’t feel great, but it didn’t feel bad either. It was certainly new.

“Alright, I’m going to go farther. It'll burn, but I’ll just leave it in there and you’ll get used to it after a few seconds. Ready?”

Trevor nodded and Travis inserted his finger the rest of the way. Trevor’s eyes clenched and his hand instinctively found Travis’ wrist to push him away. “Just relax,” Travis advised. “Loosen it up. Push out like you’re taking a dump. That’ll loosen you up.”

Travis waited patiently as the tension eased from his cousin’s body. “Now,” he said. “The prostate is behind the bladder.” He twisted his hand until the palm faced up. “Right here…” He curled his finger inside Trevor’s anus and wiggled his finger against the spot.

Trevor felt a spasm within him, a jolt of electricity followed by a not unpleasant pain as his anus contracted around his cousin’s finger. He body twitched involuntarily. “Oh, wow,” he breathed.

“That’s it, right there. You like it?”

“I think I could get used to it.”

“Good. Now lay back and enjoy the ride.”

Travis took charge of Trevor’s body. He gripped Trevor’s rock hard cock and stroked it, then engulfed the head with his mouth, stroking its length with his fingers and lips. He wiggled his finger, starting gently, lightly brushing the younger man’s prostate.

Scant minutes passed as Travis expertly worked over the most private parts of his cousin’s body. His speed and intensity increased, his mouth engulfing, then pulling off as his hand furiously stroked, sliding the skin up and down along the shaft as he sucked at the scrotum and testicles, then engulfing his cock again. His finger tickled, stroked, prodded as the tension built in Trevor’s body. The younger man wandered aimlessly in rapture, captured in the world of pleasure emanating simultaneously from his cock and his guts.

“Oh, God,” he breathed suddenly as orgasm rushed up, carrying him away. Travis attacked him savagely, his finger rubbing hard against the fire inside Travis’ body, stoking it into a flaming inferno as his spurts of semen exploded into his cousin’s eager mouth.

This orgasm seemed to last forever. Second after second, moment after moment, long after his massive load of cum had stopped flowing into Travis’ mouth, his body continued to convulse in relentless, ruthless pleasure. He couldn’t breath, he couldn’t open his eyes, he could only make a sort of throaty gargling sound and clench his fists at his side, hoping it would last forever while hoping he would survive.

It had been at least twenty seconds, maybe closer to thirty, but he finally saw the light at the end, felt the fire begin to burn itself out. His body began to reassert control; his uncontrollable spasms slowed. He felt Travis slow in response, his sucking becoming caressing, his finger still. Trevor twitched as he felt his cousin carefully pull from his body, his anus protesting at the abandonment as it had earlier protested at the invasion.

He felt Travis move and opened his eyes in time to see his cousin’s face descending toward his own. He tasted his own bubbly, sticky semen as Travis let him taste the unswallowed remnants and they shared the sloppy kiss, relishing the smell and texture of masculinity as it passed between them, their lips shiny with it.

Finally, Travis laid beside him. “How was it?”

Trevor laughed. “Fucking amazing. Just fucking amazing. I’ve never cummed that hard.”

Travis leaned over and kissed him on the nose. “Good.” The cousins sat up. “Now, we had a deal, right?”

“Well, I don’t know if I’ll be as good as you were.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ve never even sucked a dick before.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Travis repeated emphatically. “I’ll let you know what to do.”

Trevor grinned. “Alright, let’s do it.”

Travis smiled back and reclined onto the boulder. “Get me hard first. Use your hand.”

Trevor slid into position. He knew he had a dumb smile on his face, but he didn’t care. He was fascinated. Here was a man before him, ready to be pleasured, wanting to be touched in the most intimate ways possible, and that excited him somehow, even more than the occasions where a girl lay before him wanting the same thing.

He gripped his cousin’s cock in his hand, stroking it, feeling its softness, its length. It stiffened and swelled in his hand and he stroked more. He began to notice little details about it; he saw the subtle network of veins that squiggled their way up the shaft, felt their bumpiness in his fingers as he’d felt his own veins in the past. He noticed the gentle upward curve of his cousin’s erection, the purple shade of the head. He spit on his fingers, watching as the smears of saliva spread themselves over the skin of his cousin’s cock. The penis wasn’t especially large, perhaps six or six and a half inches; it was about the same girth as his own. He found it alluring. He noted for the first time Travis’ pubic hygiene; his pubic hairs lay neatly trimmed and the shortened hairs on his tight, round scrotum jutted out at wild angles. His spare hand brushed at the fur of Travis’ thighs.

“Put it in your mouth,” said Travis.

Trevor paused, studying the cock before his face. He kissed it, then licked it once experimentally, then placed his lips gently over the head. “There you go. Use your lips and your hand.”

Slowly, tentatively, Trevor dropped his head down over the hard cock until he felt it hit the roof of his mouth. He pulled off of it, smacking his lips, stroking its wet length. “Not so bad, was it?” Travis grinned at him. He returned the smile and put his mouth back over it, his confidence building. He began a slow rhythm, massaging the head with his tongue and palette. “Ooh, watch the teeth,” directed Travis. Oops. “Use your lips to cover them. That’s it. A little faster now.”

What the hell am I doing, Trevor thought to himself. He was actually sucking a cock. He felt its veins against his lips, could smell the musty aroma of sweaty crotch, heard his cousin’s satisfied breathing. He liked it. Giving pleasure – such psychological power. He was the submissive one, yet he was the one in control. He could almost taste Travis’ delight, and it smelled savory. He found that he relished the satisfaction of giving pleasure to another guy as his cousin relaxed and sighed in satisfaction. He’d given oral sex to girls before, sure; but that had always been a means to an end. He’d always expected to fuck them or get sucked by them. But here, there would be no repayment. It was selfless, and he selfishly hoarded the delight he found in that.

Minutes passed as Trevor practiced his new skill to the sounds of Travis’ breaths and sighs and encouragement. Finally, he felt Travis’ fingers under his chin, gently lifting his head up to face him. “Put some lotion on your fingers. I need you in my ass.”

Trevor pulled away to dispense the lubricant, rather clumsily spreading it along his cousin’s crack, trying to replicate what he’d earlier experienced. His spare hand returned to the hard cock at his ear. “I don’t need to get used to it,” said Travis. “Just shove it in.”

Trevor obeyed, his finger burying to the hilt into his cousin’s ass. Travis grunted in satisfaction. “Good, now turn your hand. A little deeper. To the left… Ahh… there it is. Feel that walnut-sized thing?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s it. You won’t be able to rub it too hard for me. In fact,” he chuckled, “the harder you rub that thing, the sooner you’ll be done.”

Confident now, Trevor went to work. He massaged his cousin’s prostate firmly, feeling it squash against his fingertip. Travis’ body burned hot and wet around his finger. His head bobbed steadily up and down on his cousin's cock, his hand aiding regularly. Travis’ sighs morphed into moans and grunts and groans. “Two fingers,” he directed suddenly. “Get two fingers up there.” Travis yelped in tortured pleasure as Trevor yanked out his index finger then roughly shoved his middle finger back in alongside it. Two fingers gave him better strength and leverage, and he mashed his cousin’s gland. “God, fuck, yes,” cried Travis. Trevor had this man under his control, begging for his touch, desperate for him to never stop, the passion and desire seeping from every sweat gland. Trevor was drunk with it.

Within moments, Trevor sensed his cousin’s body tense up. “I’m gonna cum, man. Take my load, like I did for you. I gotta suck my load from your face, fucker.”

Trevor swam in Travis’ pleasure now and he obeyed without thinking, without question. Seconds later, he heard Travis yell in rapture and the first shot of semen splashed against the roof of his mouth. He milked Travis' prostate harder, and another rope piled up in his mouth, then a third. A little semen dribbled through his lips and slicked up the shaft with its froth under his lips. His cum tastes better than mine, Trevor reflected as Travis groaned loudly, his orgasm peaking and his body giving a final shudder, his anus contracting so hard that it shoved Trevor’s fingers out.

“Get up here,” gasped Travis, gripping his cousin’s arm. Trevor laid full on his body, their cocks squashing together, their hard pecs and abs rubbing. They kissed and Trevor felt Travis hungrily suck the cum from his mouth, exploring every cranny for the last dregs, running along the front of his teeth and under his tongue and as far back into his throat as it could reach, begging for every last bit. It was passionate and mindless and amazing.

Finally, the kiss broke and Trevor rested his forehead against his cousin’s. They didn’t speak. They just bathed each others’ faces with their hot breath, rank with the most masculine of perfumes.

***

This became their life. They worked hard and fucked hard, day after day for the next weeks. Sometimes they merely exchanged blowjobs or jacked each other off, sometimes they pounded hard and fast and collapsed in a breathless, exhausted heap. But they got off on each other most days, and often more than once. They explored, flirted, and experimented. But they always reveled in each other and in the masculinity they shared.

 

[SwingBoy]

Excellent. And gettitng Trevor on the forum would be a great idea. Keep it cumming!

 

[Endlessnight500]

Nice, I like I said befor. Its awesome. I can't wait for the next chapter.

 

[tantiboh]

Excellent. And gettitng Trevor on the forum would be a great idea. Keep it cumming!

Hot chapter! I agree with Swingboy, it would be great to hear from Trevor. More please.

I'll work on it. He's out on a road trip for the next few days - his last hurrah before the semester starts. Thanks!

 

[tantiboh]

Nice, I like I said befor. Its awesome. I can't wait for the next chapter.

Thanks. Let me know if there's something specific you like about it - I'm starting work on part 12, there's plenty of time for me to work popular elements into future installments.

 

[tantiboh]

Part 6 – Scenery

June

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They had brought the ranch four-wheeler up a few days ago to be used to run supplies and tools up and down the hills. The cousins sat together on it as Trevor’s bare chest banged against Travis’ powerful back now and then as the machine crawled and bounced over the rough terrain and overgrown shrub brush. They worked their way uphill, toward the far end of a high, long ridge. They climbed until the hill leveled out as Travis piloted the ATV around boulders and over rocky outcroppings. Finally, they reached the peak of the ridge and killed the ignition.

Travis had proposed the excursion as they’d arrived that morning. “Let’s work until lunch, then I’ve got a great spot where we can eat.” Trevor had agreed and when noon came, Travis had stuffed their lunches and a couple of gallons of water into a backpack. Grinning impishly at Trevor, he’d also tucked their tube of lubricant into a front pocket. They’d started using it days ago, having found quickly that sun block and spit just didn’t cut it for their daily fucking. He had handed the backpack to his cousin and they’d set off.

“It’s almost the highest point for miles,” Travis said now as Trevor breathed in the scene. They day was clear and crisp, cooler than average for the time of year, and the promontory offered unrestricted view to the north and east.

Trevor could see for tens of miles. The tiny houses that speckled the rural landscape, the dark tree line of Cheyenne twenty miles to the east, the pastures that marked where the rolling foothills of the Rockies melted into the Great Plains, the hulking hunched lone mountain to the north and the curiously-shaped lake nestled to its west. “What is that?” he asked, pointing.

“Crystal reservoir. One of the main water sources for Cheyenne.”

“Great view,” Trevor responded, a little awed. It wasn’t the verdant beauty of less arid climes, but its rich deep green of maturing spring growth mingled with the dry grassy browns and streaks of stony reds and grays to create a scene of rugged, stately magnificence.

“I found this spot when I was fourteen,” Travis said. “I come here once in a while when I really want to be alone.” He paused, wistful. He shook it off. “Let’s eat.”

Travis’ mother had made them some kind of shepherd’s pie, mixed up and sealed in Gladware. She’d included some oatmeal cookies from two days ago, still soft and chewy. The cousins ate the plentiful lunch in silence, enjoying the tranquility.

Finished with his entrée, Trevor munched on a cookie. “So, I was wondering,” he said, drawing Travis’ gaze. “How’d you get into this whole sex with guys thing?”

Travis chuckled. “Not a very interesting story. It was near the end of the semester last year, I went to a party. My girlfriend was giving me head in some bedroom when she suddenly got sick and threw up all over my pants. She went home with a friend of hers. Rick - he was the guy who threw the party - he helped me get my clothes into the washer. So I’m standing in his laundry room, naked, half-hard because I was so horny.” He leaned back, hands behind his head. “I couldn’t help it, so I started jacking off. Rick had gone off to clean the barf up from his carpet and walked in with an armful of towels to add to the load. I just kind of stepped to the side and waited, not thinking much about it. He put the towels in then he looked at me and asked me if he could help me with anything else.”

Trevor laughed. “That sounds like a cheesy porn.”

“Yeah, well, I was just buzzed enough that I said yes. He sucked me off.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah, it was the best head I’d ever gotten. Summer started and I came home to work. I didn’t think about it too much, figuring I was just drunk and horny and it didn’t mean anything. But as I got together with my girlfriend a few times over the summer, I couldn’t help but compare her to Rick, and I couldn’t help thinking every time how much I wished it were him.” Travis scratched his arm absently. “Anyway, Rick was in my Calculus class in the Fall. In another cheesy porn moment, he asked me to come over to study with him for the first test. One thing led to another, and I left that night after fucking him up the ass. A week or so later, he talked me into letting him fuck me.”

“Wow.”

“Long story short, my girlfriend became my ex-girlfriend, and Rick and I messed around the rest of the year. I also hooked up with a couple of other guys and a few girls here and there. But the best sex has always been with him.”

“You going to get with him this summer?”

“Can’t. He graduated and went on to pre-med in Washington. We both agreed it was better to move on.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s all good. I had kind of worried about where I was going to get laid this summer.” Travis lifted himself to an elbow and placed a hand on Trevor’s arm, looking at him, a little vulnerable. “I’m glad you’re here, though.”

Trevor smiled. “Me too.”

“So, here’s the thing,” said Travis suddenly, breaking the moment. “The first time I came up here, I jerked off. I imagined bringing a girl up here and fucking her. Well, I’ve never managed to do that, but it’s turned into a giant fantasy. Last night, I was almost asleep, and I realized, hey, I don’t need a girl. I’ve got my good buddy Trevor.”

Trevor laughed. “That’s so romantic, you know.”

“I know it. So what do you say? We haven’t messed around yet today. Wanna fuck up here, in front of the whole world?”

“Couldn’t somebody see us?”

Travis smiled roguishly. “Fun to think about, isn’t it?” He leaned in and the cousins kissed, practiced and comfortable with each other, their tongues exploring the other’s familiar mouth, the smell of shepherd’s pie and the occasional oatmeal cookie crumb moving freely between them.

“Come on,” purred Travis, pulling his cousin to his feet. They peeled off their pants and underwear and embraced again, making out in the warm sun and cool breeze, their hands groping.

Presently, Travis pulled Trevor toward the four-wheeler. He climbed on it then lay back, draping his legs over the handlebars. “Our first sixty-nine,” he said, grinning at Trevor.

Trevor licked his lips and climbed aboard, straddling Travis and standing on the footrests. Crouching down, he felt his cousin grasp his cock and pull it back, guiding it toward his waiting mouth. Trevor leaned forward and gripped the hard erection before him, jacking it slowly, kissing the head.

Minutes passed in slurpy, breezy silence, punctuated by the occasional lipsmack and muffled moan. The two worshipped each other, drinking in the other’s contentment. Trevor felt Travis’ tongue move behind his balls, his nose burying itself, poking against his anus. Without thinking, he shifted his weight and presented himself, groaning as Travis attacked his posterior with a vengeful tongue. He got distracted, Travis’ cock forgotten, the sensations freezing him in place.

“Eat my ass, Trevor,” came the older man’s command as he lifted his legs. Trevor tucked them under his arms and dove in, their bodies folded tightly together in an analinguistic sixty-nine, both lost in the passion of the moment and bathing in the intimate sensations.

Trevor felt Travis probing at his anus, the tip of his finger pressing in and wiggling. Trevor moaned and pushed back against the finger, feeling it slide in a little deeper. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed, his own tasks forgotten again as Travis worked deeper, spitting wad after wad of saliva at Trevor’s ass.

Moments later, Trevor winced as he felt Travis’ middle finger pushing to join his index. “Ah, man…” he croaked, feeling the burn but intrigued by the sensation. Travis’ two fingers twisted and thrusted now as they worked his asshole over, sloppy with saliva.

“Do you like that?”

“Kind of…” He sort of did. There was pleasure there, but the burning was almost intolerable.

“Let me fuck you. Let me show you what a real dick feels like.” Trevor hesitated. If two fingers hurt that much, how much would a cock hurt? Travis sensed his fear. “I’ll take it really slow. We’ll stop whenever you want.”

Trevor stood, swinging his leg over his cousin. Travis sat up, turning around on the four-wheeler. “Get the lube and the pants. Put them under your head.” He guided Trevor to the seat, head at the rear of the ATV, legs spread in front of him. He lifted Trevor’s ankles to his shoulders and dispensed a glob of lubricant, slathering his cock and Trevor’s crack. Gently but firmly, he placed his cockhead against his cousin’s pucker and pressed, wedging his way steadily in.

Trevor gritted his teeth and growled, hands balled into fists. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed as Travis’ cock slipped past the resistance and buried to the hilt.

Slowly, gently, Travis pulled back, just an inch, then pressed in. “You alright?”

“Yeah, but it fucking hurts.”

“Try to relax. Breath deep. Push out.” Trevor obeyed, and the pain diminished somewhat. Travis pulled outward again, then back in. Gently, slowly, he started fucking, tender and patient.

It wasn’t complete torture for Trevor. He did like the stretching sensation, and he liked it when his cousin’s dick brushed past that tender spot in there, but the burning didn’t subside. It was reminiscent of constipation, but without the relief of it finally being over with. All his attention was on his anus, and he noted absently that his cock had completely shriveled. He dug the fact that he was trying something new… but he didn’t particularly dig the sex. He held in for five minutes, but as Travis tried to establish a more regular rhythm, his hole completely spasmed in protest. “Ack…” he hissed, his hands finding Travis’ waist. “That’s enough.”

Carefully, Travis withdrew, his cock glistening with lubricant. “You okay, man?”

Trevor grinned up at his cousin, embarrassed. “Yeah.” He sat up, the men face to face on the seat. “Sorry, man. I couldn’t take it.”

“Hey, I’m sorry. I really thought you’d start liking it after a few minutes. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t get it. You can’t get enough of getting fucked. What’s so great about it?”

Travis shrugged. “I guess your body’s different. For me, it stops hurting after a minute or two, then I feel like I’m on the verge of cumming the whole time. It’s intense.”

“I couldn’t get over how much it hurt.”

“I met one guy like you a few months ago. He wouldn’t let me fuck him. He said he didn’t like it. I didn’t think about it much, ‘cause I was happy to take it. Most guys get to really liking it. Looks like you’re an exception.”

“Well, that sucked. Sorry I couldn’t give back.”

Travis looked at him, smiling. “Who said we’re done?”

“But I can’t…”

“Who gives a shit? Frankly, there aren’t enough dedicated fuckers around. I usually have to take turns. With you, I can just get fucked. I’m bummed that you don't get why I like it, but I’m stoked as hell.” Trevor stared at him, perplexed. Travis laughed. “Come on, let’s get you hard. I need a fucking dick up my butt.” Trevor grinned, standing on the footrests, leaning back, his arms braced against the rear rack. Travis leaned down and attacked his floppy cock, breathing life into it, engulfing it as it hardened. In moments, Trevor's cock throbbed, erect and hungry.

“Let’s switch. Fuck me like I was fucking you.” The cousins maneuvered around each other, Travis lying back and swinging his ankles to Trevor’s shoulders. Trevor dispensed the lube then aimed his cock. “Come on, shove it in all the way.” Trevor responded with a savage thrust, burying his cock with one stroke. “Oh, FUCK! Yes!” cried Travis, his sphincter in spasms around his cousin’s shaft. “Come on, pay me back. I hurt you. Hurt me back, you pussy motherfucker!”

Trevor would have laughed hysterically had he not been so turned on. Instead, he leaned forward, folding Travis in half, and plowed into him like a machine, pistoning in and out ruthlessly, burying his cock to the hilt with each stroke. Travis gripped desperately at the frame of the ATV as its shocks absorbed the impact of Trevor’s body, and he yelled in delight. “Yeah, FUCK ME!!”

Minutes passed. Travis egged Trevor on. Trevor powered into him. The ATV’s shocks hissed. Their sweat dripped and mingled. Trevor found a groove, just the right position, and realized he could pull his cock all the way out and shove it all the way in, compressed air escaping as squeaky flatulence with each stroke. Travis lay rigid, absolutely paralyzed by the onslaught, his head thrown back, his eyes and mouth wide, moaning unintelligibly.

After a few minutes of this, Trevor’s arms burned. He straightened up, his hands gripping the base of his cousin’s thighs as his pelvis slapped fleshily against Travis’ ass. Travis’ hand immediately found his diamond-hard cock and pounded it, and Trevor found himself insanely turned on by the sight of this muscular man, taking a pounding from his cock, torso and core muscles vascular and flexed, sweat glistening, cock pumping, face contorted in hedonistic rapture.

And that was it. Onc second, he was powering into his cousin; the next, his cock blasted deep into Travis’ bowels with white-hot fire, rendering him helpless. The inferno burned through him and he distantly felt Travis’ ass contracting rhythmically around his cock as he tried weakly to maintain his thrusts. Glancing down, he watched as a thick rope of semen snaked its way from Travis’ cock and onto his left pectoral, followed by another that pooled between abdominal muscles. His own body regained itself and he sat back, breathless, his cock slipping from Travis’ anus, pressed out by a final contraction. Travis’ body convulsed in response as his own orgasm subsided and he looked up at the younger man. “Fucking amazing.” He paused, smiling. “Wasn’t there another oatmeal cookie down there?”

There was. Trevor retrieved it and handed it to his cousin. Travis rubbed it against himself, scooping up as much semen as he could with it. He looked up at Trevor. “Kiss me.” Trevor leaned down and their lips locked, a tender kiss. As it broke, Travis swung the cummy cookie up next to his face. “Take a bite.” Grinning, Trevor did. Travis pulled his head back down and they chewed the cookie together.

 

[musicalgenius14]

amazing story!! keep up the good work

 

[hardreader]

Somehow I had never taken the time to start reading this story. I had suddenly become incredibly busy just about the time you started posting. What a mistake. A huge mistake.

This morning, with absolutely no time to waste, I have just spent a long time sitting here reading the first four parts. No skimming. Careful reading, which your story deserves.

I absolutely can't read the next two parts right now. I shouldn't be taking these valued second to write you, but I needed to say what a great job your are doing. You are a real story teller and JUB needs more like you.

You can bet I'll be caught up by the end of the day.

Thanks so much for this treat . . . no, make that banquet. A true feast.