Enter Trevor
Trevor and I met in the this nice restaurant on the other side of town. Really sweet little place. Kind of French, kind of something else. It was cozy and dark. I got there first and sat by a window but not too close to other tables. I was nervous. You know, the whole proverbial first date thing. How can you not be?
When he came in, he didn't see me at first. He was wearing this light blue shirt and these jeans...fuck...they weren't tight but they weren't loose and somehow it was as if he was naked. His legs looked unbelievable. You know how much I like legs. And his shirt was unbuttoned just enough. Not in some pervy-seventies-pimp way, but in a way that suggested he was proud of how he looked. His ocean-coloured eyes flashed around the room and he nervously pushed some hair out of his eyes. Adorable.
He saw me and gave me a hundred-megawatt smile, coming over quickly and I stood up. I already wanted to kiss him. Is that wrong? No, it's just an insta-crush. We all get them. He threw his arms around me and I knew we were going somewhere. Steve had been right, of course.
“Mark. It's great to see you.”
I blushed and said, “Yeah, you, too. I mean, It's really great to see you.”
He laughed, all boyish and coy. “But you hardly know me.”
It was my turn to laugh and I said, “Yeah, but I already want to know you more.”
We seemed to be having a competition to see who could be more honest or vulnerable or some damn thing. But I didn't care. We settled down and ordered some martinis and finally, after a toast to the evening, and a sip, I said, “So are you at the University?”
He nodded. “Grad student. Physics.”
Now I was impressed. A guy with those looks doing high-level physics? How much more sexy could he get?
I said, “That's very cool. And I'm on a date with an older guy.”
With a laugh he looked over his glass at me. “How young?”
“I'm in second year pre-med.”
He gave me this look. You know the look. Like he wanted to jump over the table and have at me. “Very cool. And not so young. Only five years?”
“You're what, twenty-six?”
He laughed and said, “Yeah, an old man. I just started my doctorate.”
This guy was getting more and more interesting. I took a larger gulp of my drink feeling like I was stupid compared to what went on in his mind. “So what's your thing? Like is it particle physics? Or like...what's it called...quantum mechanics?”
He looked surprised as if it hadn't occurred to him that I might know things. But he graciously said,
“It's going to be more on particle physics, I guess. I'm kind of into what happens on a molecular level when things melt, for instance. You know, what holds things together and then what makes then come apart. I'm still working it out.”
I felt the conversation was moving on parallel tracks. One track was this discussion and the other one was us ripping our clothes off and fucking the hell our of each other. I shifted in my chair because my cock had decided to wake up.
He said, “So what's your specialty going to be?”
I was expecting this question since I always get it. But it was also a question I had known the answer to for years. “Paediatrics.”
He raised his eyebrows and reach over and took my hand, just like that. “Very cool. We need more of them. Kids need more of you.”
I looked down at his strong hand, our fingers entwined. This was going fast. I wondered if it was going too fast. I decided to change directions. I squeezed his hand a little tighter and said, “Tell me about your family. Siblings?”
“One sister. She's a pain in the ass, but I like her.”
I snorted and said, “Well, you've met my step-brother...”
Grinning, he said, “Oh, that's who that was. You're way sexier.”
He just couldn't stop, could he? I knew I was blushing again, but I said, “Well, that makes two of us, Trevor.” I slid my foot over to his and rubbed his ankle. He gave me a little smile. Not like Steve's little smile. No way. This was more like the smile you get when the sun comes out after a rainy day.
But I was also thinking about what Steve and I had, well, started to do together. Could I ever tell someone? Susan knew and kind of approved which still made my head hurt. Could this guy get it? I had no idea.
Our server came by and we ordered, making jokes with her. I liked her right away and she clocked that we were on a date immediately because just before she went away she smiled and said, “You two seem to be getting along just fine.”
The meal was amazing and we had a bottle of wine and some ice cream and when we finally left the restaurant, walking into the hot, still, night, I was feeling pretty good. We walked up the street – I had no idea where we were – and I decided to go for it. I took Trevor's hand and we kept walking. It felt so nice, so easy, so relaxed. He stopped at a little alley and pulled me off the sidewalk and grabbed my face with his hands and kissed me in a way that made me want to ditch my clothes, that made me want to get on my knees and get into those pants. It's amazing how much a kiss can say.
We necked for ages, and I got to know his mouth and his tongue. I got to feel his body as I ran my hands over his ass, up his back. I slid a hand into his shirt to feel the skin of his chest. He slid his hand up the inside of my leg and grabbed my package, massaging my balls, then, when my cock made it's presence know, kneaded it through the fabric. I was wearing loose cotton trousers so my dick had plenty of room and I looked down at one point and it was all tented out.
I finally let go of his mouth and said, “Do you happen to live anywhere close by?”
With a big grin, he said, “Follow me.”
So I followed him. Well, actually, I dug my hand in his pants so I could massage his ass as we walked a few blocks – K is not a big place – to this little apartment building. We walked up to the second floor, stopping once in the stairwell where I undid his fly and massaged a really big dick into alertness. He pushed me away and went into a small hallway, fumbled with keys and pulled me into his place.
I knew there would be no formalities. We were beyond that. He dragged me into his bedroom and he stepped out of his pants and I frantically struggled out of mine. My underwear was all askew and he almost tore them off my body. When we were naked he stopped and took a step back, just looking at me. He shook his head and said, “You are so fucking beautiful, Mark. I hope you've heard that before.”
So when a guy says that on the first date? There's two ways you can look at it. One is that he was giving me a total crock of shit meant only to make sure I would let someone fuck me. The other is a sincere expression in the moment. I was getting really good at telling the difference between them. This was most definitely the latter. I almost cried it felt so good.
I walked over to him and said, “I wouldn't be here if I didn't already know that about you.”
We were playing the who-can-be-more-sincere game again, but it was working. Fuck was it working. I pushed him onto the bed and fell on top of him. His big cock was soon grinding into mine. It was no monster, but it was long and thick and was going to be the mouthful that I wanted. It was cut and really hard. Our cocks battled it out as we kissed and then he pushed me onto my back and started to suck and lick and bite his way down my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples, getting them all hard and wet with little nibbles. I couldn't help but groan and when he grabbed my dick and stroked, I almost went into space.
His mouth reached my cock and really went to work. He nursed the end, using his tongue to tickle the ridge and the little divot, even gently biting it, but then swallowed the whole thing at the same time as he pushing a finger into my ass in one movement. Those five years between us definitely showed, because he had some moves I hadn't quite figured out.
But after a minute, he kissed his way back up and got onto his knees, straddling my face, and pushed his dick in my mouth. Not aggressively, but with force and I sure as hell wanted it. With Trevor, I already knew I wanted to be the bottom, I could be the receptacle for his cock. But as you know, bottoms are in control. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
He pumped his cock deep in my mouth and I managed to take it. It was long and pushed against the back of my throat, but I was getting good at deep-throating, so I was in heaven. I looked up at him and he had this smile on his face, all boyish and bratty.
Then he pulled out and we kissed some more, trading spit and tongues. I ran my hands down his strong back and gripped his meaty ass, feeling those smooth muscles, sliding my fingers in between, checking out the softness in his crack, the vulnerable spots, his delicate asshole.
But he was clearly on a mission because he pulled my legs apart and spit on my ass, and spit on his cock and slicked everything up. I said, “Got any lube? It's better when it's slippery...”
He laughed and said, “Sure. I'm just impatient.” But he reached into the drawer by the bed. Once he had made everything smooth and silky, he looked at me with a big smile and pulled my hips toward him and impaled me on his dick. When I felt his balls resting on my ass, I dragged his face down to mine and kissed him just as he started a series of short fucks into me, as if his cock was investigating me from the inside. It felt wild and intense. I had never been fucked with so much hyperactive energy.
We kissed the whole time, moving our mouths from angle to angle, tongues deep or his running over my lips, me sucking on his tongue while he thrust and pounded his big tool into me. It was intense and I felt stretched but in all the best ways. When he finally unloaded into me, he stuck his face in my neck and it felt like he was crying, but he kept the pressure of his cock going with a final few really fast, shallow fucks until he was done.
Suddenly still, he leaned back, supported on his arms and looked into my eyes as if checking to see if I was still there. Then he kissed me in slow motion, his lips enveloping mine and it was almost the most sensual thing he had done in comparison to the frantic way he had just fucked me. I had the thought – just a passing one, but lit up as if by neon lights – that I had to hold onto this guy.
He slowly unwound himself from me, pulling his cock out slowly, replacing it with his hand which massaged my asshole, spreading his cum which was drooling out all over his fingers. Then he pulled me close and put his cum-covered hand on my cock, gripping it and started to massage it, pump it, jack it very slowly, but firmly and it only took a minute for me to feel overcome, to be bowled over by one of the most powerful things I have ever felt and my dick exploded all over both of our chests, an almost constant stream of jizz that dribbled down onto the bed.
With a little laugh he licked his hand off, but then turned and found his underwear and wiped up as much of my cum as he could. I would have been happy to clean him with my tongue, but I was actually too tired to move. He pulled the sheet over us and I turned over so he could wrap himself around me, nuzzling his mostly soft cock back into the crack of my ass, pulled me close around my belly and he kissed the back of my neck. He said, “I'm glad you're here.”
That felt amazing. I kissed his forearm and said, “Me too. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.” And that felt really good to say. You know those things we imagine saying to someone that you know will feel like the best thing? This was one those things.
I had planned to go back to M in the morning, but you know how it is. When you wake up in the morning with a beautiful man sucking your cock, sucking you out of a really nice sleep, sucking you until you have one of those crazy morning things where you whole body wakes up at once and you fill a really nice guy's mouth with warm, morning cum, then how can you imagine going anywhere else? We stayed in bed, in other words. He didn't have to work or have a class, and I didn't either. That's not exactly true, but what's one class or Organic Chemistry anyway? We had our own brand right there in his bed.
He fucked me for an age after he swallowed my jizz. He had staying power that boy. But I loved it. He fucked me from behind on my hands and knees, he fucked me against the wall of his room, he fucked me on the floor...You get the picture? He likes to fuck, our Trevor, and I'm more than happy to provide the hole to be fucked. But it wasn't just that. He was so affectionate while he did it, so attentive, so...I don't know. Loving? I know it's a stupid word to use for a first date and a first fuck, but it felt that way.
By late afternoon, after I fucked him, just for a change, we both called it quits. Our wells had run dry. We had kissed so much our lips were chapped. We had taken a shower, we had made lunch together. All the things. So we made some plans, since it was clear we were totally into what we were doing. He would come to M in a week or so, and then later I would come back to K for a weekend...you get the picture. It wasn't hard to figure out. If you want something – or in this case somebody – you make it work.
I went back to Steve's place to get my stuff and he was there, grinning on the sofa at me. “Why Mark. I guess your date went well?”
“Fuck you, Steve...but yes, it went very nicely. I'm totally in lust and I think he is, too. He's coming to M next week.”
He raised his eyebrows at me, but looked happy. “Nice, dude. I think you snagged a good one. When's your train?”
I looked at my phone. I had two hours. “At seven. Should we go get something to eat?”
“Yeah, sure.”
But of course I knew he wanted an appetizer. But more than that, he surprised me. Like a lot. He tried to look serious, but I could tell he wanted to smirk. “So Susan had this crazy idea.”
“Oh yeah. What was that?”
“She wants to watch us fuck.”
I was speechless. It was one thing for her to know, but to watch us? I almost choked, but managed to say, “What the hell? You mean actually be in the same room? Is she planning on getting off on it or something.”
He actually looked serious for a second. “Yeah, I think she's kind of turned on by the idea of watching us.”
I was getting mad. “And what do you think?”
The serious Steve left the building. He grinned and said, “I think it would be really hot. I mean for me, anyway. The woman I love watching me get it on with my step-brother? You have to admit, it's kind of awesome.”
I almost spat out, “And totally fucked up, Steve. I know it's technically not incest, but fuck! She's got some interesting fantasies.”
He moved a little closer to me on the sofa and ran his hand up my leg, massaging my crotch, gripping my quickly hardening cock through the fabric. I gasped and felt like my body betrayed me yet again. But I was still feeling some aggression, so I got in his lap – the opposite of last time – and pulled my jeans down. I was wearing a pair of Trevor's bikini briefs – all black and form fitting – and my cock was poking out the top. I said, “Suck it, Steve, then we'll see.”
He looked surprised, but he went along with it. I got up to almost standing and he pulled my briefs down my thighs and my cock sprang out. He took it in one hand and started milking the end, tonguing the head and slowly sliding his fingers up the base. I was actually surprised my cock could do anything given the workout I had had with Trevor, but I moaned and grabbed his head and pushed my cock all the way in. I almost growled, “If you've decided you like my cock, Steve, then you're going to get used to taking it however I want you to take it.”
He looked up at me and I could tell he was beyond turned on. I was aware he was pulling his shorts off and I glanced down at him. He was totally naked and jacking himself so I started to jam my cock in his face, feeling the head push against his throat. I felt unhinged. Maybe it was the awesome time I had had with Trevor, but something in me was unleashed. This wasn't about affection, or growing feelings, this was about raw testosterone – his and mine – and I just went with it.
I took his head in both hands so I had more traction and I started to slam myself deep. He choked a few times, but he didn't stop me. I could tell his fist on his own prick must have been a blur because the sofa was vibrating. I lunged into his face, and my balls slapped against his unshaven chin. I looked down watching my dick disappear in his mouth. There was a little river of spit coming out of the sides of his mouth and soon, with a weird, strangled cry, when I shot cum into his mouth, the spit became a little stream of my cum leaking out. It was wild, and I felt him moaning into my cock and I managed to catch sight of a streak or two of his cum spurting out onto his stomach.
My back was killing me, so I pulled out, a long rope of cum following me, and sat down in his lap, my knees bent. I could feel his cum funning down and pooling around my balls, and dripping into the crack of my ass. I looked at him as he gasped and swallowed and gasped some more. I couldn't believe I found the energy for what we had just done after the more or less twenty-four house I spent in bed with Trevor. But, like I said, what Steve and I did was some other thing. It was some expression of something rather than about two people enjoying each other's bodies. Steve was straight – except with me – and so it felt more like a statement of some kind, and I was still trying to figure out what it was.
I got off the sofa and went into the bathroom to wipe the sweat and cum off my body. Steve followed me and we stood looking at each other in the mirror for a moment. We looked so different. His light brown hair was all over the place. The pale skin of his face was mottled and there were little blobs of cum on his chin. He was slightly beefier and I was a bit taller, my dark hair and eyes such a contrast. His cock, however, had more girth, more length. He grinned at me and said, “Look at us.”
I had no idea what he meant and I did't really want to know. I finally said, as I tried to put my hair into some kind of order, “So Susan. When does she want to do this?”
“You mean you'll do it?”
“I didn't say that. When?”
He looked puzzled, but then said, “Whenever we want. I don't think it matters. And I would be totally grateful, man. I want her to be happy and not fucked up about you and I.”
I snorted. “Yeah, because it is fucked up, right?”
He shrugged, then he said, “You plan on telling Trevor?”
“Fuck no, Steve! Why the hell would I do that? Not until we know each other really well, anyway.”
He slapped my ass then said, “Yeah, I bet you'll tell him. And you'll want to fuck afterward.”
I was getting pissed again. “Enough, Steve. Don't joke about this, for fuck's sake.”
This time I think I got through to him. He looked guilty and shut up, just staring at his hair and wiping my cum off his chin. Then he turned to me and said, “Let's go eat.”
When I got back to M late that night, back in my apartment, I immediately wanted Trevor to be with me. I facetimed him and I was so relieved when he answered. He gave me his best, incandescent smile and said, “There you are! I miss you already.”
Trevor, I was beginning to understand, always knew the best thing to say. Spoiler alert: he still does.
In any case, we talked for ages and even though I should have been working on my Biology or Organic Chemistry or whatever, I just wanted to hear him talk, to see his eyes, to hear what he had to say about anything. And when he casually suggested we whack off together, what was I going to say? Say no? Fuck that. We spent a while watching each other's technique, watching each other lick pre-cum off our fingers, then watched each of us cum all over the place, one after the other. It sounds weird to say, but it was sweet. Good clean, affectionate fun.
And as for Susan's request, if you want to call it that, it didn't happen for a while. Like three months. By then, Trevor and I were in it, we were more than just dating. He and I had had a talk about things after about two months. You know, the whole talk about sex and what to do because we're apart so much. It was easy, really. We both said, in different ways, that if either of us needed cock and the other one wasn't around, then we could totally go for it. And what was more fun, was we got to tell the other about it, if we felt like it. Fun because I liked hearing about Trevor getting it on with some guy. I liked to hear about him fucking some dude who I would never meet. It got me really going and especially if he told me while he fucked me. And vice versa. He was all about hearing when I did the same. That also made our virtual conversations – when we switched to an encrypted platform for security's sake – almost the best part. It's not like we hooked up all the time when we were apart. No way. But every once in a while one of us would get the itch and go out and hunt.
But there was still the problem of when – or if – I would tell him about Steve. It's not like Steve and I did it much at all. After I left K the weekend I met Trevor, we didn't see each other for four months, except for a family dinner or two and we both behaved ourselves during those times. And of course except for the night we spent in K with Susan. I'll get to that later. But I knew I would have to tell Trevor some day. I was just waiting for the right time.
