Part 14 – Green
August
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The cousins' work and the fact that they'd finished early pleased Trevor's uncle so much that he had written them each a two-grand bonus check. He'd even agreed to pony up for a return airline ticket for Travis so that the pair could drive Trevor home together. "Have fun," he'd said as they prepared to drive away. "You've earned it." He'd hugged his son and shaken Trevor's hand; Travis' mother had given Trevor her trademark maternal kiss on the cheek and handed them a small box filled with homemade snacks.
"Awww," Trevor had grinned upon opening it, diving in for another hug. "You're too awesome." She'd said that she knew and patted him on the back of his head.
They'd driven for an hour, the landscape whizzing by as the small SUV barreled down the Interstate. Trevor mind churned pensively. It had been hellishly hard work over the last few months, but also a lot of fun. He had enough cash now to see him through the coming year. He had developed physically and mentally. He'd also discovered aspects of himself that he'd never imagined existed. He glanced at his cousin, who napped slack-jawed.
There is a man I will miss, he realized, grinning at the bit of saliva that had begun trickling from the corner of his cousin's mouth. Their relationship would be incomprehensible to others, going well beyond sex; they had spent almost every waking moment together for the last three months, working as colleagues toward a common goal. They had laughed and joked and argued and fought and shared their dark secrets. The bond between them had grown superlatively intimate and comfortable; the sex had facilitated that bond, had even compounded it, but the bond itself remained deeper and defied description. Colleague, lover, soul mate, companion, friend, buddy, confidant, none of them fit; the reality was some synergistic mixture of all of them. He was not looking forward to leaving it behind.
Then there was Melissa. His mind reflected on the previous evening. He'd seized the opportunity of his last day in Wyoming to spend time with her. He'd taken her to dinner, the expensive, romantic kind. They'd come to their understanding; neither believed that a long-distance relationship would work. They both realized that they weren't ready for a real commitment. Emails from time to time would have to do. He'd been saddened, but stoic. Then they had gone to her apartment and made tender love to one another; it had been the most emotionally fulfilling sex he'd ever experienced, her final gift to him, one last way in which she had opened his mind to new possibilities. She had asked him then to not spend the night. He had understood why.
Well, it was over. His heart hurt, but it not with an unfamiliar pain; it would heal in time. All the same, he brushed a nascent tear from the corner of his left eye as he moved into the right lane.
***
They felt no particular hurry; two moderate days of driving would see them to Trevor's home in plenty of time. They decided to stop early that night, pulling into the parking lot of a decent-looking motel nestled at the outskirts of a small city along the way.
The newly constructed motel shined, clean and professional. At the registration desk stood a handsome young man, dark-haired and competent. He checked in the cousins and handed them their key cards.
The muggy air clogged their nostrils, a fact of life that came with being on the plains in the summer but which Trevor had been quite happy to grow accustomed to doing without. Still, the humidity made the air-conditioned motel room feel all the better as the cousins stepped into it, dropping their overnight things to the floor. Practical yet spacious, twin queen-size beds, and a clean, crisp bathroom, the men noted as they glanced around. They flipped on the television, reviewing the channel lineup, checking out the pay-per-view offerings, laughing together at the cheesy titles of the pornographic selection. "Want to watch one?" asked Travis.
Trevor shrugged. "What's the point?" He grinned. "I got you."
Travis laughed and switched the television off. He grabbed a bottle of water from his bag and took a swig. "Want to go swimming?"
Trevor had noticed the blaring sign by the front office that advertised the Olympic-sized swimming pool. "I don't have any trunks."
"No problem." Travis rummaged in his bag for two pairs of denim shorts. He tossed one to his cousin.
***
The cousins had elected to stay out of the pool for a while, until the parents had let their kids’ excess energy burn off and the pool had started emptying out. They conversed idly, lounging on the cheap beach chairs, half the conversation being left unsaid as only the closest of friends can do, making each other laugh with that one word that resurrected that old inside joke, or that half-comment that the other immediately understood. They checked out a couple of the women, commenting between themselves. Check out the lifeguard. She's pretty cute. There's a MILF. Would you do her? Oh yeah. What about her? She's got three kids! Then she knows what she's doing. After a summer of hard labor, they reveled in the opportunity to just relax together, the cousins simply enjoying the other's company.
At length, the parents and children had mostly filed back to their respective rooms. The big clock on the wall of the building showed just after eight. The evening had begun to dim as the sun approached the horizon. Movement drew their eyes as the lifeguard's relief arrived. Her replacement was familiar. "Hey, isn't that...?"
"Yeah, from the front desk," replied Trevor.
"Woah..." Travis stared as the man climbed the ladder to his perch. Lean and trim, tanned, body tight and corded. Not muscular, not like the cousins, but the way his body moved under his sleeveless shirt suggested whip-like strength and endurance.
Trevor grinned. "We ran out of women, so you're checking out the dudes."
"He's hot." Trevor just shook his head. "Think he's straight?"
Trevor laughed. "Only one way to find out."
Trevor's laugh had drawn the lifeguard's attention. Travis waved. The lifeguard half-smiled and nodded; he didn't look away. Trevor watched as the two sized each other up. "Oh, there's no way he's straight," mumbled Travis.
“Not my type.”
The lifeguard slid his hand under his shirt, scratching his pectoral. He lifted his shirt in the process, displaying most of an amazing eight-pack. "Oh, damn. I'm getting wood," said Travis. He stood up.
"What are you doing?"
Travis turned toward Trevor. "Like you said. What's the point of porn?" He grinned. "You've got me."
***
Travis had approached the lifeguard, whose name was William; they'd gotten into a conversation in which Travis had made his intentions clear and William had signaled his own interest. William had informed Travis that he was on duty until 10:30. Travis gave him the room number. The cousins swam for the next hour, chatting and laughing as they bobbed in the water. For Travis and William it had become an exercise in seeing how much flirting they could get away with in public. William had removed his shirt and kept showing off his lean body; Travis flexed his torso as he sat dripping on the side of the pool; William ran his fingers surreptitiously along the underside of his swollen cock, easily discernible against the fabric of his uniform shorts; Travis jumped out of the water, allowing the waistband of the denim to be pulled down until the top of his crack showed. Other than a trio of young teenage boys at the other end, utterly involved in their own diversions, they owned the pool and Trevor shook his head and laughed at his cousin's antics.
At last, the cousins decided to head back to their room. Travis secured assurances from William that he remembered their room number and they grabbed their motel towels and left the pool.
Back in their room, Trevor and Travis agreed on the distasteful nature of chlorine and decided to grab a quick shower together. Fast and all business, they slathered the hotel shampoo over their hair and bodies and soaped each other's back then rinsed and dried off, towels wrapped around their waists as they lounged on their beds watching TV and trying not to think about the impending visitor.
The clock displayed 10:32 when they heard a firm knock on the door. Travis jumped up and answered it; there he stood, shirt tossed over his shoulder, whistle dangling over his smooth, lean chest, dark hair trimmed and clean-cut. "Come in," invited Travis. “Have a seat.”
William tossed a Ziploc baggie of condoms onto the table. He gripped Travis' arm and turned him until their eyes met. "I didn't come here to sit." Confidently, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Travis', his arms wrapping around the other man's ribs. Travis melted against him as Trevor watched, his own erection rapidly tenting the towel around his waist.
Trevor looked on as the two made out. His cousin's towel dropped to the floor and the lifeguard's hands explored his ass. These two contrasting men locked in passion presented an incredible sight, Travis muscular and powerful, William lean and corded. He looked like he could win a triathlon. Still, watching them, Trevor realized he felt a twinge of... what was that? Jealousy? What the hell? Why should he be jealous? He tried to push the feeling down, put it away.
Travis worked his way down, kissing and nibbling on each of the eight abdominal muscles he found along the way. His hands worked their way up the uniform trunks; within moments, he'd pulled William's semi-hard cock out the right leg of the trunks and started working the head with his tongue.
Trevor stroked his cock absently through the terry cloth that covered it. He noted his cousin's powerful ass as he crouched; he noticed the way his cousin's lips slid over that now-hard cock, the way his eyes closed in evident enjoyment. He recognized the look from the many times he'd watched that face descend on his own erection. Jealousy again. He didn't understand the jealousy. It shouldn't be there. It angered him.
He couldn't help himself. He stood and stepped over, his towel left behind. Without a word, he stood next to William and offered himself to Travis. His cousin responded immediately, engulfing his cock in that way that only Travis knew how to do. Trevor's head tilted back and his eyes closed, partially in pleasure, partially because he really wanted to show the lifeguard what a special thing he had with Travis.
The older cousin split his attention, working on each of the cocks in front of him in turn, his spare hand stroking the other as occasion permitted. His own cock stood at attention, fully hard and saluting from his lap as he indulged in the time of his life.
Trevor glanced over at William, studying him more closely. Well-defined. Lean and trim. But his pecs didn't protrude much more than his abs. His shoulders and arms were corded but didn't look very powerful. It was a runner's body or a swimmer's body. Not a worker's body, not a wrestler's body. Trevor didn't feel the least bit of attraction.
Yet there was his cousin, standing and kissing William deeply, their cocks and bodies rubbing together. The jealousy grew to more than a twinge. It morphed into competition.
"Come here," Trevor demanded. He sat on the bed and pulled Travis' face down, his cousin perfectly happy to oblige as he bent over and latched onto Trevor's cock. Trevor grinned with a bit of self-satisfaction at having stolen his cousin's attention. He tipped his head back and enjoyed the blowjob, his eyes closing again.
Within moments, he heard Travis grunting in his lap, felt the position of his body change. He opened his eyes to the sight of William kneeling on the carpet, his face buried in Travis' ass. Trevor's eyes narrowed as he realized how short-lived his victory had been. What could he do? Travis delighted in the attention. Trevor tilted his head back again and tried to enjoy it.
"Oh yeah," breathed Travis as William poked a fingertip into his anus. He had pulled off Trevor and frozen, his cousin almost forgotten in the wash of the sensations that William's slow finger-fucking provided.
Impatient, Trevor pushed Travis’ head back into his lap. He gripped Travis' hair and flexed his pelvis into his cousin's face.
William stood and reached for the baggie of condoms. Oh, no you don't, Trevor thought. "Thanks for loosening him up for me," he said insincerely, pulling Travis up onto the bed with him.
William grinned, bemused. "My pleasure." He opened a wrapper and sat at the edge of the bed, stroking his latex-coated cock as he watched the cousins. Travis had draped himself on top of Trevor and the two kissed deeply, their waists flexing in soothing frottage.
"Ride my cock," Trevor whispered into Travis' ear. A smile spread across Travis' face as he rose to his knees. He reached back and guided his cousin's cockhead to his anus and pressed back, slowly engulfing his cousin's familiar shaft to the base and establishing a gentle rhythm. He leaned down and the pair kissed gently as Trevor thrust slowly upward, his cock crackling as his bare shaft slid into and out of Travis' body. He knew his cousin's body, knew what he would respond to, what would drive him wild, and he did his best to do all of it, showing off to the lifeguard just how close he was to Travis.
William stroked himself and watched, content as a spectator for the moment. Trevor glared at him, realizing with an unpleasant thought that he knew the game and he knew it well. He knew how to time his moves.
The cousins slowly built up their pace, a summer full of passion and intimacy on display. Trevor felt a sense of smugness; Travis was his, and he was proving it. William couldn't have him; he couldn't really have him. Minutes passed as their moans and sighs increased in intensity.
Trevor had momentarily closed his eyes, lost in the rolling waves of satisfying pleasure. He felt the bed shift; the clean-cut face of the lifeguard floating over his cousin's shoulder greeted him. He felt pressure against his cock, felt fingers brushing against his testicles. Travis' face contorted and his body tightened. "Oh, fuck," Travis breathed, his body paralyzed in place. A latex-coated cock slid up next to Trevor's shaft within the suddenly restricted anus. His cousin moaned loudly; Trevor might have protested on his behalf, but he knew that face. Travis was enraptured.
William gripped one of Travis' shoulders and gently thrust, his condom-covered cock rubbing against Trevor's bare skin. He felt his own cock slide out some as Travis leaned forward, then the damp wetness enveloped him again as his cousin settled back again, matching the lifeguard's slow pace.
Trevor couldn't help it. The sensation amazed him; the pressure against his cock, the wet friction, the tightness. His body liked it and it vetoed his envy. Almost of their own accord, his hips thrust and he joined the double fuck in earnest.
Minutes passed as Travis became accustomed to the invasion. He took the lead, set the pace. Soon the three fucked hard; the two cocks slammed into Travis' body as he rode back against them; they rubbed against each other in an opposing rhythm; slapping flesh punctured their grunts and groans. William and Trevor competed to see which of them could fuck Travis harder, pound him deeper. Asshole wet and sweaty and tight, Travis' eyes rolled back in his awestruck face, his jaw slack as the other men shoved him around like a rag doll, the sweat gathering at the edges of his hair and over his shoulders. So sexy, Trevor thought. My Travis.
He couldn't hold it. He moaned as his orgasm struck, quick and powerful. William took the cue and fucked hard and the added friction against his swollen cockhead stoked Trevor's moan into an almost panicked scream as his semen poured from his body and his muscles clenched in the brutal fury of blinding pleasure. "Oh god, oh god," he chanted as the orgasm petered out; his chest heaved as his cock slid from his cousin's body and he felt Travis' lips meet his.
William leaned back on his knees as Travis rolled to his back and lay next to his sweating cousin. "You alright?" the lifeguard asked.
Travis laughed. "Fuck, yeah, I'm great. That was amazing."
William stood and retrieved another condom, rolling the old one from his shaft. "You still need some dick in your ass?"
Travis looked over. "I could take you all night." Something about the way he said that pinged Trevor's heart.
William climbed onto the bed. He lifted Travis' ankles to his shoulders and aimed his cock. He rammed the full length in to the serenade of Travis' approving yell, Trevor's semen lubricating his thrusts. "I love fucking fresh cum," he growled, his hips a blur as they slammed against Travis. He brutalized Trevor’s cousin for long minutes, the slapping of flesh and Travis’ groans of delight and William’s grunts piercing the gloom of the room.
Travis stroked his hard cock and flexed his body, every muscle taut. "Oh, fuck me hard!" he cried. "Fuck me hard, I'm gonna cum!" A thick rope of semen snaked its way across his chest as his body convulsed and his face contorted. A second followed it, landing at the top of his abs with a guttural grunt. The rest pooled against his hand as he moaned and sighed.
William groaned. He pulled out of Travis and yanked off the condom. Just in time; three strokes later, his own load shot out in a clear spray and landed on Travis' body as the lifeguard's lean form curled and shook.
"Damn," he breathed, looking down at his handiwork. Leaning over, he ran his tongue up Travis' body, scooping up his own droplets, slurping up Travis' white rope until his mouth dripped. Their lips met in a sloppy, cummy kiss; they played with it, foamy and white, swapping it back and forth, smearing it over the other's cheeks and chin in a shiny sheen, toying with it until they spent it all, then they kept kissing, deeply, sensually, their tongues wrapping and wrestling. Trevor watched them, that jealousy returning in a green surge. He and Travis had kissed like that before. Who did this damn lifeguard think he was, doing that with his Travis?
Finally satisfied, William stood and gathered his things. He slid into his uniform shorts, slipped on his shoes, and left with a smile and a thank you.
Trevor crawled under the covers of his bed, the one they hadn't had sex on. He flinched in surprise as Travis slid under the covers next to him. Travis' powerful arm draped over his ribs as Travis pressed his chest against Trevor's back, warm, safe, secure. Trevor smiled his satisfaction. William doesn't get this part of my Travis, he thought as his eyes closed. Nobody does.
Great chapter Tantiboh.
