Trevor's Year

[abiwrestler]

Hey Abi! Nice to see you on the forum- belated welcome from me!

thanks swingboy!

 

[gaytxn09]

I love this story. I also really liked the part where Brandon asked Trevor if he was falling in love with him. So sweet. I wish my first "special friend" would have given me a caveat or two....

 

[dutchjoe]

My first message on this forum. Have read this story/biography with great pleasure. Really find it amazing to hear all the adventures that you two have been through. Damn, if only I could have that some day. I look forward to reading more in the future!

 

[tantiboh]

Thanks to those who have commented. From here on, I'm going to move these posts to Saturday; too many things tend to get in the way on Fridays. Of course, with Thanksgiving this week, I can't promise a post on the 29th, but I'll try.

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

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

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

Thank you, xrph. Those deeper literary instruments are hard to find in porn. I'm having fun applying them to this project; I'm glad you enjoy it.

You never fail to amaze!

Thank you, GrayFox.

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

Thank you, Harry. The relationship between Trevor and Brandon is special - and that depth always carries risk.

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

Thanks, HR. As I write Brandon, he appeals more; analyzing the real-life person in order to produce the facsimile of him in the text has made me appreciate the man more and come to a better understanding of the depth of Trevor's relationship with him.

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

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

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

Thank you, abiwrestler. From you, that means a lot. And I understand if you can't comment as often as you would like; I know you're busy.

I love this story. I also really liked the part where Brandon asked Trevor if he was falling in love with him. So sweet. I wish my first "special friend" would have given me a caveat or two....

Thank you, gaytxn. I like that scene, too. In my opinion, a lot of the "love" talk in gay porn is sappy and cheesy (even gay men don't talk like chicks); that scene feels like something we might actually experience, doesn't it? I can't take the credit for realistic fiction; that scene belongs to abiwrestler.

My first message on this forum. Have read this story/biography with great pleasure. Really find it amazing to hear all the adventures that you two have been through. Damn, if only I could have that some day. I look forward to reading more in the future!

It strikes me that abiwrestler's experiences have been singular and unique, that very few people can tell a story like his. That's part of why it's such a pleasure to share. Thank you for your comments. Welcome to the thread!

 

[tantiboh]

Part 21 - Celebration

October

***​

God, this feels good, Trevor exulted as his teammates clapped him on the back and slapped him high-fives. To say he'd been in the zone would be an understatement; he'd dominated, turned in the best performance of his life, and had taken first place in his weight division. His unexpected success had nudged his team into a bare lead, just enough to win the competition. Somebody leaped onto his back and whooped over his head; he laughed, wiping the sweat from his brow. The competition was a minor one, but was the first victory his team had tasted in too long. He beamed alongside his teammates as the obese official conducted the brief award ceremony. The team broke and the crowd began filing out of the bleachers. The coach appeared out of nowhere and pulled him aside. "You did some things right out there. Don't let it go to your head. You also made some boneheaded moves. You've got work to do on Monday. Got it?"

This was high praise from the coach. Trevor grinned. "Got it."

"Good. Hit the showers."

The coach turned as someone handed him a clipboard. A hand found Trevor's shoulder. "Congratulations," Brandon said sincerely.

Trevor's grin turned into a beam: the coach's approval was good; Brandon's approval was manna. "Thanks." Their school had hosted the competition and he'd invited Brandon. They'd agreed to go together to pick up their testing results afterward. "Wait for me by the locker room?"

"Alright," Brandon replied. Trevor turned and floated toward the lockers.

***

Showered and dressed in record time, Trevor joined Brandon and they strode from the school. "I should come watch you at a Taekwondo match."

"I don't go to the competitions." He shrugged in response to Trevor's questioning glance. "You usually have to travel. I don't have the time or money right now."

"Oh." They clambered into Brandon's Jeep.

They enjoyed the company silently, Trevor still basking in the glow of victory, Brandon content to let him feel good. They pulled into the clinic's small parking lot five minutes later. Brandon looked at him. "You ready?"

Trevor shrugged. "Why not? We're both clean, right?"

Brandon grinned and opened his door. Trevor got the feeling that he'd missed something as the two walked toward the entrance. Brandon approached the counter first, gave his name, and waited with the manila envelope while Trevor mimicked him. The receptionist handed Trevor the envelope and bid them both a professional good day as they turned toward the entrance.

Back in the Jeep, the men opened their envelopes; Trevor's heart pounded as that niggling What If picked at the back of his mind. "What am I looking at?"

"Right here." Brandon pointed at the list of negative results. "All clean. Here." He handed Trevor his results; likewise, all clean. Trevor looked at him and smiled. "You got your shots, we're both good to go. You know what this means?"

"What?"

Brandon winked. "You'd better call your parents and tell them you're not coming home tonight."

***

Trevor's leg bounced. The melon-tinged reflection clouded the corner of the small television monitor; he'd tuned to some broadcast for the noise. Billy Mays hawked something wondrous, but Trevor couldn't hear. Brandon had brought him in, given him a kiss, and sat him down, excusing himself to the bathroom. Variations on running water had tickled Trevor's ears for the last twenty minutes; what the hell could he be doing in there?

Trevor laughed at himself. Like a fucking horny teenager again. Brandon did that to him, still, even weeks after that first time in the locker room closet. Even Melissa wasn't like this. Not much that Trevor and Brandon did together was really novel to Trevor; he'd done so many things with Travis. But everything was new again with Brandon, everything was an adventure. It wasn't the sex; sex was just a conduit. Hell, Trevor had even hooked up with a couple of girls in the last week. It was fun, it felt good, but it wasn't the same. It was sex with -Brandon- that turned Trevor's belly to goo. It was the way he looked at Trevor, the way he treated Trevor, the way those green eyes drilled into his soul and accepted all the flaws that they unearthed. The wrestler shook his head. It still didn't make sense, but, then, love doesn't make much sense, does it?

There it was again, that L word. Trevor was becoming more comfortable thinking that word about Brandon, but it was still a little off-putting, like new shoes where the leather hadn't quite stretched enough around the feet. Do I -love- Brandon? he asked himself. He couldn't be sure. He couldn’t even be sure he knew what it meant.

The water had stopped, he realized suddenly; at that moment Brandon stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp and tousled, threadbare blue robe wrapped around his body. Trevor’s heart leaped; Brandon's beauty struck him again and he drunk it in, the clean-cut masculine face, the way his powerful shoulders sloped from his neck, the defined musculature that peeked out from the front of the robe, the confident step, the sure eyes. Brandon caught him staring and gave him that sarcastic smile, winking as he briefly grabbed his crotch. He turned and opened the refrigerator. "Milk?"

"Sure."

Brandon poured two glasses and handed one to Trevor as he took a seat on the couch. "I'm glad you came today," Trevor said after a gulp.

Brandon smiled. "Me too. All those sexy guys rolling around on the floor. Made me want to get pinned."

Trevor chuckled. "I think we can make that happen."

"Yeah?" Brandon set his glass to the side and leaned in. "Can you show me some of your moves?" Their grins met in the middle and turned into a sloppy, familiar kiss. Brandon took Trevor's glass and took a swig before setting it aside and pushing Trevor onto his back; their lips met and Trevor found his mouth full of milk. He swallowed and exhaled as Brandon nuzzled into his neck. How does he do that? Trevor thought. How does he always know just how to turn me on? Trevor's left hand found the back of Brandon's head; his right hand slid under the robe and down Brandon's ribcage. The robe opened and he gripped Brandon's ass, pulling it in as their groins ground together.

Brandon slid down Trevor's body and chewed on his cock through the denim as he pushed Trevor's shirt up to his nipples and groped his abs. Brandon's fingers worked at the waistband of the jeans; he leaned back as he slid them off Trevor's feet. He worked Trevor's package out through the fly of the wrestler's boxer-briefs, his breath tickling over the scrotum hairs.

To Trevor's annoyance, Brandon didn't attack his cock; instead, he lifted Trevor's legs, folding him in half, and attacked his cotton-covered crack. Brandon grunted as the saliva-soaked cloth pressed against his asshole; Brandon's fingers kneaded gently at Trevor's balls.

Brandon stood. "Turn over." Trevor obeyed, resting his elbows on the back of the couch, poking his ass out. Brandon crouched over him and gripped the back of the waistband, pulling it down over his buttocks, using it as a handle to jerk Trevor into place as Brandon's face buried itself against his body.

Minutes passed as the swimmer aggressively mashed his tongue against Trevor's asshole, hot breath flowing down over his thighs. Trevor's eyes rolled; he moaned and pushed his ass against Brandon's face.

At length, Trevor looked back over his shoulder. "Lie on the floor," he commanded. Brandon obeyed, his open robe splayed out under him on the old shag, his hard cock angled into the air. Trevor stripped off his shirt and his briefs and straddled the swimmer's face; he tucked Brandon's thighs under his arms and dove in, feeling Brandon's tongue retake its place in his crack.

Brandon's anus smelled fresh; it tasted a little like soap. Their bodies folded together as both men attacked the other. The tops of their thighs bumped and rubbed and Trevor's cock tingled as that sensitive spot underneath brushed against Brandon's sternum. Minutes passed as the pair indulged in the mild pleasure from their spasming assholes. Trevor remembered what Travis had done to him so many months before; he took a deep breath, sealed his lips around Brandon's anus, and blew a hard raspberry. Brandon's legs jerked against Trevor's arms and he laughed, slapping Trevor's ass smartly. Trevor rolled off and the two lay side by side, grinning and chuckling at the ceiling. "Was that one of your wrestling moves?"

Trevor guffawed as Brandon stood, shedding his robe. He offered a hand; Trevor took it and Brandon pulled him to his feet. The two kissed playfully and Brandon pushed Trevor back into the worn overstuffed chair. Brandon turned and sat full on his lap, his back against Trevor's chest, his balls squashing against Trevor's cock. They kissed again. "You want to fuck me?"

"Yeah."

"You want to cum in my ass?"

Trevor exhaled. "Fuck yeah."

Brandon never broke eye contact. His practiced fingers found Trevor's cock; his body shifted as he centered his asshole over it and he settled as Trevor's head pressed into him. Trevor realized as the tip of his dick entered Brandon's body that they'd forgotten lube; evidently, Brandon didn't care - the moment was too right. Trevor watched Brandon's eyes register that peculiarly welcome pain as his cock pushed past the resistance and buried to the hilt. Brandon sat still and they kissed, moments passing as their passion oozed into one another like warm honey.

Finally, Brandon's body moved. He didn't bounce up and down like Trevor expected; instead, he flexed his hips, sliding them back and forth over Trevor's thighs. Trevor's arm wrapped up across Brandon's torso, his hand gripping the swimmer's shoulder as his pelvis thrust upward.

More lovemaking than fucking, the pair reveled in each other, their foreheads pressed together, their eyes closed, their hot breath washing against the other's face. Trevor's body lit up; he felt Brandon's back against his chest, felt the warmth of his skin, felt as his entire body became one tight sexual organ, his hunger fed and his fire stoked as much from the friction against the balance of his frame as from his buried cock. His spare hand found Brandon's attentive erection and his stroked it, sensing those wiggling and squishing veins against his fingers.

Brandon's pace never changed, his breath never quickened, he didn't moan; within moments, Trevor felt the swimmer's cock twitching, felt the head swell. He opened his eyes and looked deep into Brandon's clear sea of green, admiring the unfailing control he saw there even as the pleasure washed across and the semen smeared and dribbled over his fingers.

Brandon's fingers tugged at Trevor's semen-coated hand; their digits interlaced, the cum slippery between them. Brandon guided Trevor's cummy fingers to his asshole. "Push them in," he whispered; Trevor worked two fingers against his shaft, sliding them a little deeper into Brandon's body with each stroke. Brandon's eyes closed and his pace increased as he moaned. "Deeper," he pleaded.

Brandon's cum-smeared fingers pressed against Trevor's lips; the swimmer almost forced them in. Trevor tasted the aromatic semen, sucking on his fingers in turn as Brandon's tightened asshole assaulted his cock.

Trevor grunted as the spark kindled. Brandon's hips bucked back and forth as he recognized the wrestler's impending explosion, his semi-hard dick flopping wildly in the air, his hole stretched by cock and fingers. He finger-fucked Trevor's face; his spare hand gripped Trevor's throat and gently squeezed, and the spark erupted; Trevor's body twitched as his semen spurted deep inside Brandon's bucking body; the smell of cum assaulted his face; his body burned as Brandon's skin rubbed against it; his cock shouted for joy in the deep, wet confines. Brandon wouldn't stop; his hips thrust and he squeezed Trevor's throat harder, cutting off his air, and as Trevor's own cum oozed out around his fingers a freight train of pleasure pounded into him, like a second orgasm tagged onto the end of the first, but ten times as hot and blazing from his whole body. He couldn't breathe; he couldn't even whimper. Somehow, his eyes opened and Brandon's face burned into his memory, his eyes intent, studious, like a proud craftsman putting the finishing touches on a masterwork.

Just at the moment the raging pleasure started morphing into panic and pain, Brandon let go and the fire snuffed out. Trevor gasped for air; he felt Brandon kiss the tip of his nose. "Fuck..." he muttered; what had just happened?"

"You're the third person I've managed to do that to."

"What the fuck was it?" Trevor felt spent, drained, like a caterpillar someone had squeezed until it popped.

Brandon smiled. "Pretty amazing, huh? Congratulations, you just lost a couple hundred thousand brain cells."

"So, you just literally blew my mind."

Brandon laughed and stood; Trevor's cummy cock slapped his belly as it slid from Brandon's body. "Come on, let's go back to my room before my sister gets home." He helped Trevor to his feet. "Let's see how many more loads you can dump in me before I wear you out."

 

[hardreader]

Trevor's body twitched as his semen spurted deep inside Brandon's bucking body; the smell of cum assaulted his face; his body burned as Brandon's skin rubbed against it; his cock shouted for joy in the deep, wet confines.

I loved this latest chapter. It was a complete celebration of what its like to be falling in love and making love freely and unrestricted with the most important person in your life. It was incredibly erotic, hot and hard-on propelling. But it wasn't just the sex that turned me on. You also captured the bonding, caring and sensitive side of what it's like to pump your semen deep into a willing, wanting, waiting ass. Beautifully done. I hope you continue with the fine writing as Trevor and brandon move into the bedroom.

Ahhhh!

 

[xrph1670]

I think Hardreader summed it up nicely. Great chapter. Great story.

 

[gaytxn09]

I'm just wondering when Brandon falls for Trevor. So perfect!

 

[SwingBoy]

Beautiful writing Tant, beautiful story. I'm just romanticizing about the day Brandon is satisfied with one man's love. Ah well...
I hope everything works out well for you whomever you end up with Abi(I take it you're single from your status). I'm happy to hear the 2 of you are negative. Be careful.
Cheers

 

[JarodA]

I've just finished chapter 9, and wow. I can only jack off once a day usually and have it feel really good. Today was no exception (LOL). I'd jacked off once already prior to reading your story but I did a second time just for you. It had the (lack of) effect I expected but the thought was still there.

This is a great story. It's cool that "Trevor" actually came here too.

 

[mikeiscool]

I was blown away by this story. I usually don't get into things dealing with incest, but I really felt the love between Trevor and Travis and Trevor's discovery of his bisexuality. Basically I think it is amazing and I cannot wait to see how it plays out. It was more than just j/o material for me; I didn't even j/o once while reading it. Not because it's not hot, but b/c it's more about real love than just sex.

 

[tantiboh]

As I suspected, there hasn't been a chance this week for much writing, so the next chapter is postponed. I did want to check in so you wouldn't be left hanging.

I loved this latest chapter. It was a complete celebration of what its like to be falling in love and making love freely and unrestricted with the most important person in your life. It was incredibly erotic, hot and hard-on propelling. But it wasn't just the sex that turned me on. You also captured the bonding, caring and sensitive side of what it's like to pump your semen deep into a willing, wanting, waiting ass. Beautifully done. I hope you continue with the fine writing as Trevor and brandon move into the bedroom.

Ahhhh!

Thank you, HR. It's said that it's better to have sex with one person a thousand times than a thousand people once. There is something to be said for that intimacy and familiarity; Trevor, I think, has begun to realize that.

I think Hardreader summed it up nicely. Great chapter. Great story.

Thank you, xrph.

I'm just wondering when Brandon falls for Trevor. So perfect!

Thanks, gaytxn. Brandon, I think, still has some hidden scars that he'd never admit to. I'm wondering when he'll fall for anyone.

Beautiful writing Tant, beautiful story. I'm just romanticizing about the day Brandon is satisfied with one man's love. Ah well...
I hope everything works out well for you whomever you end up with Abi(I take it you're single from your status). I'm happy to hear the 2 of you are negative. Be careful.
Cheers

Thank you, SwingBoy. One day, Brandon will make somebody very happy. That day may not be soon.

I've just finished chapter 9, and wow. I can only jack off once a day usually and have it feel really good. Today was no exception (LOL). I'd jacked off once already prior to reading your story but I did a second time just for you. It had the (lack of) effect I expected but the thought was still there.

This is a great story. It's cool that "Trevor" actually came here too.

Thanks, JarodA. Welcome to the thread! I'm glad you're enjoying it. I look forward to hearing more of your thoughts as you continue reading the story!

I was blown away by this story. I usually don't get into things dealing with incest, but I really felt the love between Trevor and Travis and Trevor's discovery of his bisexuality. Basically I think it is amazing and I cannot wait to see how it plays out. It was more than just j/o material for me; I didn't even j/o once while reading it. Not because it's not hot, but b/c it's more about real love than just sex.

Thanks, mikeiscool. Incest, I suppose, is like any fetish. Some like it, some don't. I will warn you that the concept is explored further in upcoming chapters. Still, Trevor and Travis have a unique bond, I think, that transcends their familial relationship.

I'm also gratified that you see the story as more than just pornography. Fundamentally, it's a story about people, with sex as a mere supporting element. Welcome to the thread! I hope to hear more of your thoughts.

 

[harry113]

Tantiboh Thanks.
This is a great story.
More please
Harry

 

[abiwrestler]

that was a really hot chapter Tantiboh I get hard every time I rememer that time with "Brandon" and i don't think I'll every come that hard again. And since you made me remember it i'm hard now haha

I remember i asked him if he could try and do that to me again and he said it only worked if it was a surprise you cant know its coming, which I guess is true since it hasn't happened to me again.

 

[tantiboh]

it is so so great a story, i loved every bit of. its superb really hot. After all true life stories are way wilder than those made-up

Thank you, imaguy. I agree with you - real life is hotter than fiction. I do take some creative license in developing interactions, dialogue, timing, etc., but I do think the story is more compelling and satisfying because it's true in broad strokes, because the people are real, and because every sexual encounter actually happened. I'm glad you enjoy it.

Welcome to the thread. I hope to hear more of your feedback in the future.

Tantiboh Thanks.
This is a great story.
More please
Harry

Thank you, Harry. More on the way.

that was a really hot chapter Tantiboh I get hard every time I rememer that time with "Brandon" and i don't think I'll every come that hard again. And since you made me remember it i'm hard now haha

I remember i asked him if he could try and do that to me again and he said it only worked if it was a surprise you cant know its coming, which I guess is true since it hasn't happened to me again.

Thank you, abiwrestler. I'm glad that you, in particular, are enjoying the story.

 

[tantiboh]

Part 22 – Protein​

Note: This chapter portrays bisexual sex. If you're uninterested, move along to chapter 23.

October

***​

Trevor blinked in the mid-morning light. His dick itched, that kind of itch he felt when he jerked off too much. He smiled as he massaged the spongy head with his foreskin, noting the crunchy dried cum in his pubic hair as it scraped against the heel of his hand. They'd fucked for hours in every way they could manage; Brandon had squeezed four more loads out of him before they'd collapsed together in a heap on the carpet. Brandon had simply pulled his pillows and blanket off his bed and that was where they'd slept. Trevor remembered the sloshy sound his cock had made in that cum-churned asshole, sliding in and out slippery and sometimes hard as Brandon cursed at him and taunted him and cheered him on. By the end, fuck-drunk, exhausted and sweating and light-headed, Trevor had literally fallen on his ass. Brandon had swung around and jacked his half-hard cock without mercy until he came again, his body twitching as much in pain as in pleasure.

Trevor glanced bleary-eyed around the room as he noted Brandon's absence. His mouth tasted like sand and cotton; he rolled to his knees and stood.

The sound of the shower murmured through the bathroom door. Brandon must be in there. Trevor tracked down a glass and filled it from the tap, ignoring the hint of chlorine as the cool wet relieved the tackiness in his throat. His eyes closed in pleasure as his body rewarded him for meeting its needs. He refilled the glass and swigged half of it.

Dumping the remainder into the sink, he turned toward the bathroom as his body urged him to remedy his next biological necessity. Opening the door, his bleary eyes barely registered the flesh-colored blob through the translucent shower curtain and the misty air; he turned to the toilet, lifted the seat, and relaxed, willing the welcome stream into existence.

"Would you get me a bar of soap, Brandon?"

Trevor's heart jumped. He nearly pissed on the floor. Glancing over, he realized that the fleshy blob had breasts. "Oh, shit," he muttered as he applied the emergency brake to his bladder with a wince.

The blob poked its wet head out from behind the curtain. "Who the hell are you?" she asked, more puzzled than indignant.

"God, I'm sorry." Mortified, he turned toward the door. He closed it behind him and saw Brandon step into the hallway.

Trevor watched Brandon's face for the split-second it took the swimmer's mind to click together what had happened; Brandon erupted in raucous laughter, doubling over. "Fuck, that's the funniest thing," Brandon finally managed through his tears.

Trevor grinned in spite of himself. "Laugh it up, fucker. I thought it was you." Brandon hooted again. "Where the fuck were you?"

"I was..." Brandon sobbed, "getting eggs." He stood, wiping at his eyes. "Well, that's not how I'd hoped you'd meet my sister, but what the hell."

"I'm sorry. Shit, I hope she's not pissed."

"Nah," Brandon waved, laughter fading into chuckles and sniffles. "She's cool. She'll roll with it. How about some breakfast?"

Brandon showcased another talent as he prepared the food and Trevor ducked into the bedroom to slip into his pants. Eggs and toast with a side of leftover spicy chicken strips his sister had brought home the night before. He fried the eggs to a perfect soft over-easy, flipping then sliding them to Trevor's plate without a spatula just as the toast popped. “A high-protein breakfast.” He looked at Trevor sideways as he handed the wrestler a glass of Tropicana. “I figure you’re running short on the stuff.” Trevor grinned. He reached the card table just as Brandon’s sister emerged from the bathroom.

Trevor turned as she moved down the hall, wrapped armpit to thigh in terry; she had her brother's sarcastic smile and his color of shoulder-length hair. Her humored eyes sparkled as blue as Brandon's did green; her face was a feminized version of his, stunningly beautiful, her movements graceful and with that note of self-assuredness that Trevor saw in Brandon. In every way, their common gene pool shined through. Trevor fought the urge to stare stupidly as his crotch stirred.

"Trevor, this is Heather. Heather, Trevor."

Heather smiled sweetly. "Brandon has told me a lot about you. It's nice to finally put a face to an ass."

Brandon snorted as Trevor grinned and flushed. The sarcasm must run in the family, he thought. "And it's such a great ass, isn't it?" Brandon offered. Heather laughed her agreement.

"Uh," Trevor stammered, "Sorry about that in the bathroom. I thought he was in there."

"Don't worry about it, I should have locked the door. I knew you were here." She smirked at her brother. "Since I heard you most of the night."

Brandon chuckled. "Want some?" he asked, indicating the eggs.

"Please." Heather walked back down the hall and disappeared into her bedroom.

Brandon glanced at Trevor, amused. "My boy, you seem to be smitten."

Trevor blushed again. "I... uh, no, I..."

Brandon stepped close and slipped a hand into Trevor's waistband, tugging him close, giving him a peck. "Don't worry about it," he smiled roguishly. "You wouldn't be the first man we've shared." Brandon turned back to the stove; Trevor sat at the rickety table, a little dizzy, and bit his toast.

***

"So, you've got the day off?" Brandon asked Heather, handing her the plate. She'd dressed in denim shorts and a tank top; Trevor's eyes kept migrating to the bumps where her nipples pushed against the thin cotton cloth. She wasn't pretentious: no fake nails, no makeup, hair tucked back in a simple ponytail, nothing but her natural beauty. Brandon sat beside her with his own breakfast; the wrestler’s eyes moved between them as they chatted. Fuck, he thought. Beautiful people, both idealized in their respective ways, Brandon's confident masculinity, Heather's strong, self-assured femininity. They spoke with each other as they munched their way through the meal, involving Trevor briefly now and again, but he couldn't really hear; his mind buzzed with the double dose of attraction.

Brandon's sarcastic glance caught his. "Stop looking at my sister like that."

Trevor's face registered his surprise. "Like what?" Was he serious? So damn hard to tell sometimes.

"She's my fucking sister. Don't touch her. And you," Brandon growled, turning to his sister, "you keep trying to take my men."

Heather laughed. Evidently she saw right through her brother. Trevor relaxed. She looked at the wrestler impishly. "It's your fault. Start bringing home ugly guys and you can have them all to yourself."

Brandon chuckled. "He is a keeper, isn't he?"

"So, Brandon tells me you like the ladies too." Heather swallowed the last of her juice.

Trevor grinned. "Yeah. I guess I'm bi."

Brandon stood to clear the plates. "Thing is, we've both got the same taste in men. So we keep flirting with the guys the other brings home."

Heather smiled. "You should see how some of my guys react when he offers to suck them off."

Brandon set the dishes in the sink with a clunk. "What's funnier is when they let me and she walks in."

Trevor shook his head. "You people are nuts."

Heather smiled as she stood. She straddled his waist and sat on his knees. Her hands rubbed over his shoulders. "What do you do to get this ripped?"

"I wrestle." He managed to tear his eyes from her boobs; their eyes met. That surge of confidence Melissa had taught him rushed in. "You like ripped guys like me?"

Heather smiled. "Yeah. You like hot chicks like me?"

He gave her a rakish grin. "Hell yes."

Heather stood and pulled Trevor to his feet; she pushed him against the wall, her fingers finding his pectoral. Brandon leaned against the stove and folded his arms, watching as his sister pressed in and kissed Trevor. The wrestler's hand squeezed her breast as the pair locked lips hungrily. Trevor couldn't help but contrast the two, Brandon's hard power with Heather's supple smoothness; both exuded the same aggressive sexuality, both the same confidence. God, how did he get so lucky?

Trevor turned Heather's body and pressed her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head, diving into her neck. He exhaled as Brandon's powerful shirtless body pressed against his back, the man's hands on his waist, his lips pressing against Trevor’s ear.

"Fuck," he breathed. Sandwiched between these two, each one an incarnation of different aspects of everything he found attractive, his head spun like a piece of metal between opposing magnetic poles. Brandon's cock ground against his ass as his cock ground against Heather's waist. Her breasts squashed against his chest as her brother's defined musculature pressed against his back.

Suddenly, Brandon turned Trevor to face him; he ducked and heaved Trevor to his shoulders in a fireman's carry. "Let's go," he said as Trevor laughed, angling the wrestler helplessly down the hall. Heather opened the door to her bedroom. A queen-sized bed dominated the center of the room; the room was a bit larger than Brandon's, though still Spartan. It had the touches of femininity: window treatments to hide the mini-blinds, stuffed animals on a shelf, the hint of perfume on the air, the brassiere hanging out over the edge of the hamper. Brandon tossed Trevor to the center of the bed; he and his sister quickly stripped, their remaining clothes forgotten on the floor. Brandon climbed onto the bed to Trevor's right; Heather to his left.

They kissed him, passing his face back and forth like a party favor as their hands fought for real estate on his chest and abs. Heather opened his fly and reached in, sliding her hand over his cock and across his balls as Brandon nibbled as his nipple; the swimmer's hand joined his sister's as she followed his lead on Trevor's other nipple. Trevor moaned and his hand found their shoulders, rubbing at their backs.

The sole sexual focus of two people at once. Trevor had never felt so deliciously helpless, so overwhelmed with oozing sexuality. One a man, one a woman, both for him. "I can't believe it," he muttered.

The siblings looked up at him. "What?" asked Heather.

Trevor grinned like a boy. "You're both so hot, and I've got you both."

They both gave him that sarcastic smile. "You want to fuck my brother's ass?"

Trevor's grin broadened. Dirty girl. "Yeah."

"You want to fuck my sister's pussy?"

"Yeah."

"You want my brother to fuck me?"

Trevor's nose wrinkled while he tried to process what he'd just heard.

Brandon went deadpan. "Well, you can't. That would be gross, you fucking pervert." It was one of those moments that nobody can explain what was so funny, but all three busted up.

"But..." Trevor asked, recovering, "don't you feel weird being naked around each other?"

Brandon shrugged. "We've never had a problem with it."

"Years ago," Heather explained. "After Mom died, our dad took a job where he was out in the mornings. We couldn't seem to get up in time to get ready for school, so we started using the bathroom at the same time to get ready faster. Pretty soon, we just didn't care when the other got out of the shower naked. It just doesn't matter anymore."

Alright, Trevor thought. Odd, but alright. "So how often do you get a guy like me in bed with both of you?"

"Actually," purred Heather, leaning in. "Not much. You," she gave him a peck, "are a treat."

Trevor smiled and pulled her back in; they kissed deeply while Brandon tugged Trevor's pants off and nestled between his legs, licking his scrotum. Trevor's horniness snapped back into place and he wrapped his arms around Heather and draped his legs across Brandon's back. It'd been months, he realized, since he'd had sex with a woman this passionate; the couple of girls he'd been with had been the type that just laid there until he was done with them. Heather wanted him, was evidently turned on by him, and he reveled in it. They kissed harder as her brother wrapped his lips around Trevor's shaft.

Heather rose and turned; she straddled his face and settled down, leaning over to share his cock with her brother as Trevor hungrily consumed what he'd found. The siblings switched back and forth as the minutes ticked by. "Damn," breathed Trevor. "You're as good at that as he is."

"He's taught me a thing or two," Heather offered. Then she buried his cock down her throat as Trevor moaned. Brandon lifted the wrestler's legs and nuzzled in, sliding his tongue a few times from Trevor's asshole across his perineum to his balls before spreading his ass cheeks and diving in.

Trevor gurgled a muffled groan as Brandon's tongue poked at him. A rim job and a blowjob at the same time - that was new, he reflected, and he stuck his tongue deeper in response as Heather squirmed against him.

"Heather, you gotta try this sweet ass," Brandon encouraged.

"Yeah? I was wondering if you were gonna share."

Heather slid down Trevor's body; she tucked his thighs under her arms and bowed her head, digging in like a pro. "Oh, fuck," breathed Trevor, his hands gripping her supple waist. Brandon swung around; he knelt across Trevor's chest and wrapped the wrestler's arms behind his knees. Trevor felt the swimmer's powerful grip on his ankles; Brandon settled back, pulling at his legs, rolling his butt into the air while giving him a face full of ass. Heather took advantage of the easier access, diving in anew, adding a fingertip to her prodding; Trevor smelled the stale cum still pervading Brandon's crack. His old, crusty cum from last night's hard sloppy fucking. So hot. He feasted on the swimmer's asshole, tasting his own salty deposits and Brandon's dried sweat. A brutish, manly odor that drove him wild; he tried to thrust his hips, use his hands, anything to express his sexual arousal, but they'd pinned his body to the bed as tightly as any wrestling move. He could only press his palms against Brandon's waist and attack the man with his tongue. Brandon ground down against him, riding his face like a Dildo pressing his asshole against the wrestler's nose, sliding his crack across Trevor's tongue, using him. Pinned, abused, used, Trevor's body burned in heat; he'd never been more turned on. His muffled grunts and groans told the story.

Sensing his desperation, Brandon finally released him; Trevor unfolded, his face covered with his spit, his sweating chest heaving as the siblings rolled off him. "God that was hot," he breathed. He rose to his knees. "I've gotta fuck something."

Eeny meeny miney moe. He grabbed Heather's wrist and pulled her roughly in front of him, shoving her face into the mattress. "Come on, fuck me," she pleaded. He wedged his cock against her, ready to plunge.

Suddenly, a tube of lubricant and a condom materialized in front of his face. He looked at Brandon. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me."

"Those are the rules. Do it."

Frantically, he applied the prophylactic and lube. He gripped Heather's hips and rammed into her; she moaned and he fucked her hard, his thighs slapping against her ass. Brandon stood to his side and pulled his face over, hand on the back of his head, thrusting into his mouth. Cock in a pussy, dick in the mouth. Another new thing, the rational shred of his mind noted; the irrational part reveled in the gag reflex Brandon's cockhead triggered as it jammed roughly into his throat.

Heather rose to her knees; Trevor's hands found her breasts as her head twisted and their lips met. Trevor alternated between Brandon's cock and kissing his sister. "You like watching me suck your brother off?"

"Yeah, babe."

"You like me sucking your faggot brother’s hard cock while I fuck your wet little pussy, bitch?"

"Fuck, yeah. Fuck me harder!"

Brandon grabbed his hair. "Less talk." He yanked Trevor roughly onto his cock. Heather twisted her body and wrapped her arm around Trevor's neck; she used it to shove him harder onto her brother's dick. Trevor gagged a little then gagged a lot. Pulling off, coughing, a rope of sticky spit stretched between his lips and Brandon's cock. He gripped Heather's ponytail and jerked her head back, growling at her; he spit into her mouth and kissed her, trying to suck it back out. He felt her body spasm around his cock; she moaned into his mouth. Their kiss broke as her body shook. He tugged on her ponytail and watched her face redden in pleasure, his hips powering against her. "Yeah, fuck me hard!" she cried.

Trevor realized Brandon's hand had been furiously stroking his cock; seconds later, Brandon yanked at his hair again. "Don't spit, don't swallow." He shoved his cock into Trevor's mouth and his semen erupted, squirting and pooling on the wrestler's tongue. The swimmer's body bucked, his breath came in gasps, but his waist remained almost still; not a drop of cum escaped.

Heather had collapsed gasping onto her stomach; Brandon settled down next to her. "Lube me up," he commanded. Trevor grinned and crouched down; he dribbled the swimmer's cum into his crack and worked at it with his fingers, pressing in to the base, working a second in. Brandon's ass gyrated; he moaned. Heather spun around and watched Trevor's face as it loomed over her brother's ass. "Yeah, finger-fuck me. Work that cum in."

Trevor dribbled the last of the load and smeared at it, his fingers shiny and slick as his arm shoved them in and out. Heather gripped the back of his head and they locked lips; she relished the remnants of her brother's cum on Trevor's lips. Trevor grinned at her as the kiss broke. "Kinky," he muttered.

Finally, Brandon rose and pushed the wrestler to his back. He tugged the condom off Trevor's cock and straddled his waist, settling back, burying Trevor's bare shaft to the hilt in his slick asshole. He lifted and settled once more, setting a steady, brisk rhythm. Heather straddled his face again, smelling of lube and juices. Trevor thrust his hips as he delved into her, his cock burying deep inside Brandon's body with each stroke.

Heather slid forward. Well, what the hell? he thought as he attacked her asshole to her approving moan. Minutes passed; Heather alternatively slid forward and back, offering Trevor a buffet of anatomy; Brandon rode, his grunts manly and seductive.

Trevor peeked out from between Heather's legs. Brandon's tight, powerful body, bouncing up and down, his flaccid cock swinging in the air. He'd leaned forward; Heather's hand rested on his shoulder, his arm outstretched and braced against her neck. Their foreheads touched; their eyes had closed. The touch was plutonic, innocent, yet indicative of such familiarity, comfort, intimacy, brotherly love. Brandon's face burned into Trevor's mind - he rode the wrestler because he knew it made Trevor feel good. His face reflected the satisfaction of the selfless giving of pleasure. He reveled in it, in serving Trevor, and Trevor felt sexy, felt desired, felt wanted, felt turned on. The spark ignited. He groaned. Brandon's eyes opened and he leaned back, sliding his hips back and forth in that way that he'd found that Trevor loved, his cock deep and slashing around in Brandon's bowels. In seconds, Trevor's cock pulsated in pleasure that radiated and gripped his gut, twisting it to a knot, making his body twitch. After last night, there wasn't much cum to shoot; but what did plunged deep into Brandon's body as the white heat flared and died.

The siblings laid to each side of Trevor and rested their hands on his spent body as he caught his breath.

"Hey, Brandon," Trevor turned his head to look.

"Yeah?"

"I fucked your sister. She was great."

Heather laughed. Brandon chuckled and rolled in for a peck. "You can fuck her anytime you want. As long as you fuck me anytime I want."

 

[xrph1670]

1 word: HOT!

Thanks for the update. I look forward to next Saturday.

 

[SwingBoy]

Dirty... But so hot!
Keep the good stuff coming!

 

[hardreader]

Is there nowhere that Trevor won't go? I'm beginning to think Not!

But wherever he goes, he seems to leave a burning hot trail of exhausted and satiated bodies in his wake. Mine included. Now, as I pull myself back together, I am left pondering whether this three-way attraction will lead to stronger bonds between Trevor and Brandon, or will ultimately be their undoing. It's a lopsided triangle at best, but it was certainly an erotic treat watching the three sides find each other.

Nah, that's not what I'm thinking about. I'm still thinking about how incredible that sex scene was. Thanks, Tantiboh.

 

[gaytxn09]

That was very hot. I wish Brandon were more open to a guy like Trevor. He seems like he'd be a great bf. ;-)