Part 7 – Pressure
Part 7 – Pressure
Note: This chapter doesn't include any gay sex. It's meant to help the reader understand Trevor better as a person. If that doesn't interest you, you're invited to move on to chapter 9.
July
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Trevor had ground to a halt, arms still wrapped under his cousin’s body, as they had bent over the hood of the truck, their breathing heavy, his voice muffled by Travis’ spinal column. “I’m enjoying this too much,” he’d said. “I need a pussy.”
The cousins had laughed, and that night Travis had made a phone call. That was last night. Today was Sunday, their one day off of the week. They’d slept in, then Travis had convinced Trevor to come into town with him. “I made a booty call,” was all he’d said.
So, Trevor had agreed and the pair had crawled into Travis’ Jeep and come into town. They were cruising through downtown now, a hundred-or-so block area that held the oldest buildings in the small city of Cheyenne, few of them over four stories in height. The streets seemed a lot more packed than Trevor remembered from his visits in prior years.
Frontier Days, Travis was explaining, happened each year during the last ten days of July. It was the biggest rodeo in the world, including a fairly sizeable carnival and night concerts that headlined some of the biggest names in the country music business. It drove the Cheyenne economy, giving local businesses as much as fifty percent of their annual profit margin. It also drove the residents nuts; the normal population of 60,000 swelled each year as the area’s hotels and KOAs struggled to accommodate 300,000 visitors. Some homeowners rented their houses out and went on vacation; others just hunkered down and waited for the end of the onslaught. The locals knew better than to go out into the melee.
“The funniest thing about it, though, is that the tourists are easy to spot,” Travis said, pointing out a small family walking along the sidewalk, decked out in brushpoppers, straw cowboy hats, and cheap boots. “They think they want to fit in, so they dress like they think we dress. I don’t even own a cowboy hat, and I AM a hick.” They looked pretty ridiculous, and the cousins shared a good laugh.
They’d come downtown for the express purpose of dropping by the bank. Travis had collected several paychecks and it was high time to deposit them and get some cash to burn. That errand accomplished, they headed toward the northern end of town. They drove past the airport and the bustling commercial center along Dell Range Boulevard toward a new development of rather high-end housing that had sprung up within the last few years.
Reaching their destination, the cousins crawled out of the Jeep and walked up toward a comfortable-looking duplex. “Her name is Jennifer,” Travis said. “An old high-school ‘friend with benefits.’ We still get together for the benefits. I told her to bring a friend.” He grinned. “I think you’ll like Jennifer. She’s pretty freaky.”
They rang the doorbell and the woman answered. Introductions were made. Jennifer wasn’t a pageant queen. She wasn’t grossly obese by any means, but she was supply curved. Obviously comfortable with her shapeliness, she showed it off, from her well-framed and ample cleavage to her curvy waist. She had glowing smooth skin and graceful features. With a little more height, she could have been a plus-sized model, and the combination of her natural beauty and precocious attitude made for a rather appealing combination. Trevor could see why Travis was attracted to her. She didn’t match the cultural definition of sexy, but with her confidence and healthy self-esteem pulled it off admirably nonetheless.
“Come on in,” said Jennifer. “I’ll go get Melissa.” The cousins didn’t get past the entryway as they waited, but it was enough to see that Jennifer came from rather wealthy stock. The home was luxurious by twenty-something-single standards, with that lingering new construction taste that places keep for a couple of years.
Jennifer and Melissa returned. Melissa was the physical opposite of Jennifer, petite, slender, and most feminine in her manner and appearance. She had shiny shoulder-length hair, fine facial features, and a ready smile. Trevor found himself drawn most to her dark eyes, sparkling with confidence and intelligence.
“This is Travis and this is Trevor,” said Jennifer. “And we’re going to the mall.” Well, that was decided, Trevor thought to himself, grinning. Melissa boldly took Trevor’s arm and guided him out the door toward the Jeep.
A beautiful girl on his arm. Trevor hated this. It was his biggest fear. He had an utter lack of confidence around women, particularly those he desired for a romantic relationship. It was his Achilles’ heel, the prime culprit for why he had to make up half his stories when bragging to the guys. It wasn’t that he had never had sex; but the woman had always been the proponent. He had never actually managed to seduce a girl. Unless they were interested in him first, they saw his uncertainty and lack of confidence and left him behind. He’d only ever fucked girls that wanted him; he’d never been able to rope in girls that he wanted.
And here it was again. Here was a girl to whom he was drawn, and he just knew it was going to crumble. And he knew that Travis would be there to watch it happen, and he bravely tried to conceal the nervous puddle of goo that was masquerading as his insides.
Trevor and Melissa clambered into the cramped back seat of the Jeep and the vehicle made its way back South toward Dell Range. Melissa tried to engage him, asked him where he was from, what he liked to do, all the typical small talk questions. He answered knowing his anxiety exuded from every pore and that just made things worse – especially when she reached over and brushed her finger against his earlobe.
At long last, Travis maneuvered the Jeep into a parking spot. Trevor sighed in embarrassed relief at the distraction that walking promised to provide as they crawled out. Melissa confidently grabbed his arm again and the four made their way inside.
“Alright,” said Jennifer as they stepped into the mall. “Here’s where we part ways. Whoever wants to leave first calls the others.” Everybody agreed and Travis and Jennifer headed off, bumping into each other and joking like old friends.
“So, what do you want to do?” asked Trevor.
“I’m hungry. Let’s find something to eat.”
Frontier Mall, by big city standards, is rather small, with only a hundred or so storefronts; still, the directory listed a fair selection of places to eat, mostly fast food, and they finally settled on pizza at Sbarro. Traffic in the mall was surprisingly light, evidently bracing for the melee when the evening rolled around and the tourists filed in for their entertainment.
They ordered their slices and sat at a booth in the back. Melissa put her hand on his and pinned him with her eyes. “You’re nervous as hell.”
“Yeah, I am,” Trevor admitted.
“Let me give you some advice. Don’t be. You have no reason to be. I’m just a new friend. Don’t think about whether you measure up to my expectations, don’t worry about what I’m thinking about you, just be yourself. Besides,” she said, flashing a dazzling smile. “What I’m thinking about you is all good.”
He smiled back and felt the ice begin to break. “Thanks. I like you too.”
“I know. You couldn’t stop shaking.” Her smile broadened, genuine and striking. They laughed then dug into their pizza, edging into a conversation.
They had a blast, walking the length of the Mall, touring any of the stores that caught their fancy. Melissa convinced Trevor to give Dance Dance Revolution a try and he failed miserably. He whipped her at the driving simulator. They shared a ten-inch chocolate chip cookie. Melissa held a puppy in the pet store and they chuckled through several pages of Calvin and Hobbes together at the book store, concluding unanimously that it was definitely the Best Comic Strip in the World. Trevor bought Melissa a keychain that he caught her admiring, ignoring her protestations.
Toward the end of the circuit, they wandered into Dillard’s. She led him toward the men’s section and they started examining the wares.
The store had stocked up on western-style clothing and accessories in preparation for Frontier Days and the selection along those lines was impressive. “We need to get you into some of these clothes,” Melissa concluded.
“I don’t need more clothes,” Trevor protested.
She looked back at him dubiously, flashing an impish grin. “Then why did you wear those?”
Trevor feigned shock. “There’s nothing wrong with these.”
“They’re worn out.”
“They’re classic.”
Melissa laughed and picked out a black velvet cowboy hat. She placed it on his head and turned him toward a mirror. “Now, that’s handsome.”
“Actually,” Trevor grinned. “I kind of like it.” He did like how the hat made him look. It contrasted well with his light complexion, yet complemented his tanned skin. “I look like Johnny Cash.”
“Now you’re thinking.” Melissa led him to the racks of jeans. They picked out a jet black pair his size. She stood behind him, holding them against the front of his legs as they looked in the mirror. “Perfect.” Their shopping spree continued apace, resulting in selection of a Western-cut, though tasteful, button-up shirt, a belt with a moderately-sized silver buckle with a fancy design, and a durable pair of cowboy boots, all black. She wheedled Travis about the boots. “Just try them on,” she finally pleaded, and he finally relented.
They took the stack of new clothing toward the dressing rooms. The attendant was a chubby young woman with bad skin and plain bobbed hair. She gave him his number tag without a single unnecessary word, not even meeting his eyes, and Trevor moved back into the dressing rooms. He noted absently that none of the other stalls was occupied.
Choosing the one at the end, he dropped the new clothing to the bench and pulled his shirt up over his head. He noted his happiness as he kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants to the floor. In a short few hours, Melissa had changed his whole outlook. She made him feel comfortable with himself; she made being with her easy, asserting herself without passing judgment on him. He realized that he really liked her, more deeply than a mere physical attraction.
Turning toward the mirror, Trevor took a moment to examine his body. He’d spent a great deal of time and effort over the years tuning and toning it for the purpose of wrestling. He hadn’t really inspected himself in several weeks, though, and his eyebrow rose in surprise at the change that genuine work had wrought. His torso glowed a deep bronze - not the evenly distributed tan of a bed; rather, darker where the sun hit more directly on his arms and shoulders and lighter over his abs and chest and under his arms. It was a real, natural, complete tan, the first he’d ever had – though he noticed with bemusement the pasty whiteness of his legs. Shorts were dangerous when doing their kind of work. On a lark, he slid off his boxer briefs and his socks and stood nude before the mirror.
Despite the tan, he noted how much the shape of his musculature had changed. The focused tone of a wrestler had diminished somewhat with disuse but had been augmented with the formations that only real-world manual labor could provide. His arms, shoulders, and chest rippled more impressively, more corded and prominent; his thighs and glutei flexed lean and defined from the constant hill climbs. Overall, he'd stepped away from the idealized male beauty of the model and stepped toward a real man’s lean working body. The effect was more impressive, more masculine, more mature, more suggestive of raw power and manly strength.
He smiled, pleased, grinning at the ridiculousness of his self-admiration. He reached for the new jeans and pulled them on, not bothering with the briefs. He enjoyed the sensation of fresh, crisp denim against his bare skin as he zipped them up. He pulled on the shirt, buttoning it, tucking it in, wrapping the belt around his waist. It took him a moment to figure out the buckle. Next, the boots. He had just slipped into the second one when he heard a whisper. “Hey, Trevor!”
Good Lord, he thought as he stood, opening the stall door. Melissa was there, checking over her shoulder, grinning. “What are you doing?”
“Sneaking in.” Still whispering. “That girl went to help somebody, so I thought I’d see how things were going back here.”
Trevor snorted. “You’re crazy, woman. Get in here.”
Melissa complied, locking the stall behind her. She turned and sized him up. “Wow."
“What?”
She gave him a wolfish smile. “You are lookin’ good, my man.”
Trevor blushed. “Thanks.”
“One part missing.” She picked up the hat from the bench and seated it on his head. They turned toward the mirror, her hands finding his shoulders. “Well bulls’ balls, you’re sexy.”
He was, too. The all-black look suited him well; the clothes fit perfectly. They accentuated his masculine features and made him feel manly and virile. The admiration of this beautiful woman didn’t hurt. “I didn’t think I’d like the clothes, but they do look good.”
Melissa turned him to face her. “I was not talking about the clothes.” She leaned toward him and they kissed, gently. “Mmmm…” she sighed. “I want you. Now.”
“You want to do it in here…?” Trevor asked, surprised. “We might get caught.”
“That’s part of the fun.” She gave him a mischievous grin. “Be we’re not going to have sex. Not yet. In fact,” she purred, sliding around behind him, “I’m not even going to touch your dick. I’m going to take off all your clothes, and I’m going to have my way with every other part of you.” Her hands found their way to his top button, loosening it, her lips moving close to his ear. “And when we’re done, you’re going to be hornier than a bull in rut.”
He tried to protest, but her fingers touched his lips. “Shhh… You’re job is to stand here and look like a man for me. My job is to worship you until I’ve had my fill.” She pulled his shirt tails out and unbuttoned the front, except for the last button, then opened it wide, sliding it halfway to his elbows, exposing his powerful shoulders and chest. Her teeth found their way to his corded trap muscle and she chomped on it just hard enough to sting then slid her tongue up his bronzed neck to his earlobe, pulling it with her lips, flicking at it.
She slid around to his front, fingers trailing over his shoulder as she went. Trevor flexed his torso instinctively as her palm found his lower abdominals and she drew her breath in with a hiss. “So sexy,” she murmured, her eyes deep and seductive. Her other hand squeezed at his rock-hard pectoral as she leaned in for a kiss, surprising Trevor by latching onto his chin instead, kissing it, working her way down his neck and his chest. She flicked at his right nipple with her tongue, nibbled it oh-so-gently with her teeth, then sealed her lips over it and suckled it like an infant.
“Oh, fuck.” Trevor’s eyes rolled back as they closed and his body seemed to swell in manhood, as if his monumental erection had spread and transformed his entire form into one great sex organ, sensitive and quivering at any touch. He wanted his whole body hard and virile and delectable and satisfying to her taste. Her fingers crackled against his skin as they moved over him, removing his shirt and sliding it to the floor. His body tightened and towered over her as her fingers explored and caressed and groped him, finally working open his pants and dropping them to the floor with the soft dull thud of a belt buckle. He stood nude before her, his erection a solid spike in the air, masculinity dripping from him like perspiration as her mouth worked its way slowly down the hashed valleys of his abdominals. A drooping fold of her blouse dragged against the head of his cock and his whole body twitched. Again, when she swirled the tip of her tongue into his navel and again when she tugged at his sparse belly hair with her lips, her palms working their way up and down the backs of his lean, fuzzy thighs.
Melissa stood and moved behind him. “Hands and knees,” she demanded, guiding his head down. He complied and waited as she worked his boots and jeans off of his ankles and feet. Nude except for the hat that stuck stubbornly in place, Trevor submissively bowed before this woman, awaiting her will.
Melissa straddled his hips and sat, her hands working at Trevor’s shoulders and the corded muscles of his back, massaging them deeply, slowly. She worked her way down, exploring and groping their way to his ass as she slid back. She kneaded them like stiff bread dough, relentless and unashamed and confident in her exploitation of his body.
Goosebumps as Melissa crouched down behind him and licked the soles of his feet, first one then the other, kissing the ball and the heel, nibbling at the fleshy arches, tongue flicking between the toes. It turned Trevor on as much as anything ever had and he moaned softly as the electrical sensations coursed through him.
Her hands and lips moved to his powerful calves; she wedged her head between his legs and nibbled at his inner thighs, her silken hair brushing against his scrotum. Her face moved upward, hot breath flooding between his ass cheeks and over his anus as she kissed and nipped at his lower glutei.
“It’s amazing,” she whispered to him. “No matter how hot a man is, the part of him I always find the most interesting…” the tip of her finger brushed over his asshole, “is this one.”
Trevor craned his head back and looked at her, smiling. “That’s pretty freaky.”
“Why? I can get you to do so many more things with it. If I touch your dick, you like it, and I can get you to sigh like a man. But if I do this…” she spit on her finger then worked the tip into him as he muffled a moan. “I can get you to moan like a woman. It gives me the power over you that your dick has over me.” She pushed in farther and wiggled and Trevor exhaled in a choke. “Do you like it?” Trevor nodded. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes.”
Another glob of spit. She worked it into him then slid her delicate finger in to the hilt. She moved and rotated her hand and Trevor stifled another moan.
“I’ve never met a guy who didn’t like this,” Melissa mused, her finger slowly sliding in and out of him now. “Even if some are too embarrassed to admit it. Let’s see, right about… here.”
She hit his prostate hard and his body tightened as the sensation rolled through him. She flicked at it with her finger and Trevor’s arms went weak, his cheek planting into the short carpet, his ass instinctively pushing backward against her. The hat fell off. “Big, strong, sexy man…” Melissa reflected. “Jelly in my hands.”
Minutes passed in silence as she finger-fucked him. She worked in her middle finger as well, using the two fingers to stretch his anus just a little as Trevor whimpered and ground back into her. “Do me a favor, sexy, hand me my purse.”
Trevor hadn’t even noticed it there. She’d left it on the bench right above his head. He gripped it and passed it back. “Thank you. I have a little friend I’d like you to meet.” She reached inside and pulled out a small device shaped vaguely like an elongated baby’s pacifier and made of polished metal. The stem protruded about three inches and tapered, perhaps an inch thick near the tip and narrower at the base, where it mushroomed into a flattened sphere. “What do you think?”
“It’s adorable,” quipped Trevor. “What’s it for?”
Melissa grinned. “It’s always good to try new things, don’t you think?” She carefully withdrew her fingers then pressed the tip of the toy against his anus. Gently but firmly, she pushed it into him, the burn coursing through his body until the bulbous tip popped past the resistance and the mushroomed base wedged between his ass cheeks. It felt funky, but he found as the burning diminished that he liked it, liked the way he felt just a little stretched.
“How’s that?”
“Good.”
“You’ll really like this.” She pressed a button on the back of the device with a muted click and it started vibrating silently inside him.
“Oh, shit,” Trevor muttered, his head drooping. He glanced over at her, grinning. “I shouldn’t like it this much.”
“Why not? Your asshole doesn’t make you any less of a man, does it? Why not enjoy what you’ve got?”
He smiled at her rakishly. “I like how you think.” He stood, vibrator humming obliviously inside him, and pulled her up. He kissed her hard, deep, passionately, his powerful arms pulling her against his muscular frame.
Melissa twisted to avoid his cock mashing against her. “Remember the rules,” she reminded him coyly.
“Don’t worry,” murmured Trevor. “I’m a perfect gentleman.” He knelt before her and unfastened her jeans. Turning her around, he pushed her forward until she leaned over the bench. He gripped the waistband of her pants and underwear and pulled them down with authority to her ankles. Her smooth ass stood before his face and he saw what he desired. He attacked it with a vengeance, craning his neck, burying his face against her body. He heard her breath quicken and her voice turn to whimpers of pleasure. His feelings of masculinity renewed, this time driven by his primal urge to take charge, to control and please, and by his satisfaction at satisfying her.
He realized that he felt the same way whenever he fucked Travis. His cousin loved it; he begged for more, and his orgasms exploded each time as he was being ravaged. The psychological pleasure of pleasing another was what made their sex so hot and the similarities to what he felt now with Melissa struck him..
“Turn around,” Trevor growled. With some effort, they get her legs over his shoulders despite her pants still being wrapped around her ankles. He wedged his head between her thighs and stood, lifting her into the air, his face buried into her pelvis, her hands grasping and pulling at his scalp.
A stunning sight. Trevor’s nude body rippling and tight with the strain of holding the woman in the air, his stance wide, every muscle clenched, his swollen erection standing stiffly at attention in the air before him, his powerful arms wrapped around her thighs, just the top of his blond head visible over the smooth skin of her legs.
Minutes passed as Melissa tried to stifle her moans; mostly, she succeeded, despite Trevor’s insistent efforts at ramming his tongue into her and the way he attacked her clitoris like a nipple. Her obvious ecstasy turned him on yet more; she gripped the back of his head and pressed him closer, mashing his nose and mouth into her until he fought for breath.
The pitch of her whimpers changed and he felt her body contract against his face. Long moments passed as her fire exploded against him; her orgasm spread like a rash into his brain and he lost himself in her, oblivious to all else as the pleasure of pleasing rolled through his mind. He was amazed; fucking had always been about getting off, about his pleasure. He’d never had as a sole objective the pleasure of his woman. It energized him, breathed new life into his libido. It revealed a new frontier in his sexuality, one which this beautiful woman had inspired him to explore.
The intensity subsided and he lifted Melissa bodily off him and cradled her in his powerful arms. He leaned down to kiss her gently, their tongues exploring the other’s mouth. She kissed his cheeks and chin, wiping up her moisture with her lips, savoring the aroma and flavor of her womanhood mingled with his manliness.
Finally, Trevor lowered her to her feet. She tugged her pants back into place and they sat together breathless on the bench, Melissa fully clothed and Trevor stark naked beside her, raging erection in place. As he sat, the vibrating device still inside him pressed firmly against his body, tickling his nerve endings, keeping his sexual drive and energy palpable.
Melissa smiled at him dazzlingly. “You stud, that was amazing.”
He grinned boyishly back. “Yeah, I loved it.” He paused. “Hey, why don’t you dress me?”
She did. Slowly, savoring his form and features, kissing parts of him as she went, pulling off price tags and labels along the way. She tugged on the black jeans, cautious to never touch his cock directly as she carefully packed it away behind zipper and button. The black shirt; she spread it wide, kissing his abs and arms, moving upward and inward with each button over his chest and shoulders. She stepped behind him and tucked in the tails, her hands seductively sliding against his body through the fine combed cotton. She wrapped the belt around him, her hands gripping his ass as she went, her fingers brushing against his electrified cockhead through the denim as her fingers worked the clasp of the buckle into place. She tickled each foot as she slid on the socks – the only article not new – and the boots. Finally, she stood and placed the hat in position and they kissed again, deeply, arms wrapping around and slowly groping each other.
Somebody had left a plastic shopping bag in the stall and they tucked his old clothing into it. Melissa smiled mischievously at him as she pressed his briefs against her nose and breathed deeply.
They left the dressing room together, not caring anymore who saw, arms around each others’ waists. The homely girl still attended. She gazed at them jealously and with a touch of sadness. Melissa handed her the price tags and she rung them up. Trevor paid, rummaging through the plastic bag for his wallet. “Um, I need to take the security tags off,” the girl said nervously. Trevor had noticed them before but had forgotten. One hung on the ankle of the jeans, the other on the cuff of a sleeve. He held them out for her helpfully as she snapped them off with her tool. She moved nervously, plainly eager to touch even that much of him, and when she’d finished their eyes met. He smiled at her and gave her a wink. Grinning and reddening, she looked away. “Thank you for shopping at Dillard’s,” she said robotically. “Please come again.” Melissa giggled as they turned toward the front of the store.
“That was nice of you,” she said as they reached the mall floor.
“What?”
“You made her feel good.” She reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek. “You make me feel good, too.”
“Me too,” Trevor replied, smiling and wrapping his arm around her waist.
“You make you feel good?” She grinned. “At least you’re getting some action.”
“You know what I mean.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Now, give the others a call so we can get out of here. I still need to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do to me?” she whispered back.
“I’m going to take this rock-hard cock and ram it hard into your tight pussy until I make you scream.”
“Oooh,” she purred. “That might be nice.” She called Jennifer and agreed to meet her at their original entrance. Hanging up, the pair walked slowly through the mall. Trevor noticed that traffic had picked up as the evening shoppers and loiterers arrived. He also noticed that his raging hard-on had never subsided, kept alive by the quiet buzzing in his anus. It pressed out against the fabric of his jeans, rather plain to any who cared to notice. Fuck it, he thought, and he wore it proudly, quietly flaunting his manliness for the world to see.
“They keep checking you out,” murmured Melissa. Women were glancing his way, then glancing again. He smiled, pleased by the attention. He’d never tried to be conspicuous before; he’d never thought of himself as particularly extraordinary. He found he liked it, liked standing out, liked the admiration. He even caught a few men looking at him, measuring themselves up against him, finding their own masculinity lacking and looking away.
Finally, they approached the appropriate entryway. The others waited. Jennifer gave him a wolf whistle; Travis grinned and made a snarky comment about how easy it was to spot the tourists. Trevor smiled back, unashamed, his girl held loosely at his side as they moseyed their way toward the Jeep.
