Mitch remained quiet, and Trevor didn’t pressure him to talk or answer questions. The drive was thirty minutes, and Trevor wasn’t sure when Mitch fell asleep. He considered it a good sign that he trusted Trevor enough to sleep.
Or, maybe he's just too fuckin’ exhausted.
Mitch woke with a start when Trevor pulled into the grassy driveway, parked, and started to unload his groceries. Mitch moved to help, but Trevor said, “I’ll get this, don’t worry. Come in and have a seat.”
Quickly and efficiently, Trevor put everything away while Mitch sat quietly, looking unsure and out of place. He still seemed mentally fuzzy, which was a concern.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes and cleaned up. We’re close to the same size, so you can wear some of mine for now.”
Mitch stood, but didn’t move, so Trevor helped him remove his jacket. Mitch acted like a child and let Trevor do whatever he wanted, so Trevor took the initiative.
“How long has it been since you had a bath or a shower?”
“I don’t know. A while.”
“Let’s get these boots off. They’re not doing you much good with the soles worn through anyway.”
Trevor knelt, unlaced them, and slid them off his feet. When he pulled Mitch’s socks off, he almost retched, more from the sight than the smell. His toenails were long and curled under his toes. There were scabs where they had cut into his flesh.
No wonder he wasn’t moving quickly when he tried to get away.
“What branch of service were you in, Mitch? Marine here.”
“Me too.”
“Semper Fi, brother.”
Trevor assumed Mitch wouldn’t mind being naked in front of him if he had lived in the barracks at some point, so he kept disrobing him. Without clothes, Mitch was a large man. He had clearly been very muscular at one time, but his physique had atrophied from malnutrition and lack of exercise. He still had some muscle tone in his arms and shoulders. He was pale and had some chest hair. His cock, even flaccid, was nearly five inches long and cut.
“Let’s get you in the shower, brother.”
He led Mitch to the bathroom and started the hot water.
“I’m not much of a barber, but once you’re cleaned up, I can cut your hair and help you get rid of that beard. We need to work on your feet, too.”
Trevor kept the conversation light and steady, wanting Mitch to hear his voice and know he was being helped by someone who cared.
When the water was hot, Trevor adjusted the temperature and said, “Everything you need should be in there. Holler if you need me.”
Mitch stepped into the shower, and Trevor closed the curtain for privacy but stayed outside the bathroom in case Mitch needed anything. After a few minutes, he could tell by the sound of the water that Mitch wasn’t moving.
“Mitch? Everything alright?”
Trevor stepped up and pulled the shower curtain back slightly. Mitch had his arms up against the wall with his head down, letting the water run over him. At first Trevor thought he was just enjoying the hot water, but he saw his shoulders shaking slightly and knew he was crying. Acting more on instinct than anything, Trevor stripped off his shirt and shorts and stepped into the shower. The shower was tiny, and he pressed against Mitch and quietly asked, “Talk to me, brother. What’s going on?”
In a raspy voice, Mitched whispered, “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you helping me?”
“God. Corps. Country. You remember those words? You’re a brother Marine, Mitch, down on his luck. But do I need a reason, other than you need help? I’ve had enough pain in my own life. I don’t like seeing anyone hurting.”
Mitch turned, and some of the fog seemed to have left his dark eyes, although they welled with fresh tears. He threw his arms around Trevor’s shoulders and clung to him with what strength he still had in his body.
“Thank you.”
Powerful emotions overcame Trevor, and in a trembling voice, he said, “You’re welcome, Mitch.”
Trevor held Mitch as long as he needed to. It was probably the first real human contact he had had in ages. When he finally pulled back, Trevor took a bar of Irish Spring and rubbed it over Mitch’s chest, arms, and shoulders, cleaning the months of dirt, grime, and smell from the tortured soul who needed help. Trevor washed him thoroughly, then washed Mitch’s hair and beard.
Trevor was surprised when Mitch’s cock, fully hard, pressed against him. It was impossible not to feel it with the shower so small.
Embarrassed, Mitch said with downcast eyes, “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, man. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Trevor struggled to keep from getting hard after seeing and feeling Mitch’s erection pressed against him, but he held back. The last thing Mitch needed was for Trevor to lose control and escalate things when he was so vulnerable.
When Mitch was clean, Trevor dried them both off and gave Mitch a pair of military boxers to wear. Mitch had lost so much weight that Trevor’s were a bit big in the waist, but they would fit well once Mitch was back to a healthy weight.
“Let’s hold off on the shirt until I cut your hair. Come with me.”
Trevor set Mitch on the trailer's porch and grabbed his clippers and shaving kit. He cut Mitch’s hair short but not to the skin, giving him the regulation Marine ‘high and tight.’ He trimmed his beard with the shortest guard and then shaved it with a razor. Mitch looked like a new man, and Trevor smiled, saying, “You are one fine lookin’ Marine, Mitch.”
Mitch blushed. He was slowly opening up more.
“I like that soap. It smells good. I remember the commercials for it when I was a kid.”
What he remembered was the shirtless, hunky Irish actor in the commercial, but he kept that to himself. What he didn’t know was that Trevor had the same memory.
Trevor got a footstool and had Mitch put his feet up one at a time while he trimmed his toenails. He had a stone he used on his heels to remove excess skin, and he applied it to Mitch's heels as well.
“That should feel a lot better. You can borrow a pair of my shoes until we get you some new ones.”
Brushing the excess hair off his neck and shoulders, Mitch followed Trevor back into the cinderblock house to grab a shirt, some shorts, and shoes.
Still sheepish, Mitch said, “I’m not sure how to thank you, Trevor. I don’t know what comes next, but I feel alive again.”
Trevor winked and, with a grin, said, “Well, that’s a start. Mitch, you said you don’t have any family. What about the VA? What’s your situation? Were you discharged?”
Mitch nodded, “Medical. I was seeing a doctor, but she kept giving me meds that made me feel worse, so I quit taking them. I was afraid she was going to have me confined, so I left.”
“Fuck, man, that’s horrible. If you were medically discharged, surely you’ve got some disability check or stipend, right?”
“Probably. I’m afraid to get back in touch with the VA after leaving.”
“Would you mind if I call them? I won’t tell them where you are, but maybe I can find out a few things. If you have some money coming to you, it will help you get back on your feet.”
Mitch sounded hesitant and mumbled, “I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you sleep on it, and we’ll talk more tomorrow. I don’t want to push you into anything.”
Every time Trevor called Mitch ‘brother,’ it tugged at his emotions, bringing back the memory of better times and the camaraderie of his unit. He missed his unit. Once his family was gone, his unit had been his family, but now they were gone too.
“You look beat. Do you want to take a nap? I’ve got a ton of things to do around here, but I’ll be quiet.”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”
Trevor led him into the bed, and when Mitch sat down, Trevor said, “Take your shirt off, and get comfortable.”
Trevor put his hand on Mitch’s shoulder again, giving him a squeeze of comfort, and said, “I’ll be outside if you need me.”
Trevor piddled around, trying not to make any noise, but after fifteen minutes, he heard Mitch call his name.
“Trevor?”
“Yeah, Mitch?”
When he looked over, Mitch was outside the door of the house. He held one arm and was hunched over, looking anxious.
Trevor quickly closed the distance, put his hands on Mitch’s shoulders, and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Mitch sniffled, and with watering eyes, he started to choke up.
“I… I’m sorry. I don’t want to be alone. I’ve been alone so long, I’m scared.”
His words cut Trevor’s heart, and he pulled Mitch against him, “It’s alright, man.”
With an arm over Mitch’s shoulder, Trevor led him back to the bed and lay down with him. He pulled Mitch against him, spooning him, and asked, “You aren’t alone, brother. I’ll stand watch. Get some sleep.”
Trevor saw the cigar box that Mitch had gone back to get at the Safeway, sitting on the nightstand. He knew it was private, but he couldn’t help himself. Once Mitch was asleep, he reached over and opened it. Inside was an old Polaroid photo of a man and a woman, Mitch’s dog tags, a few bullet casings, his rank pins, and a few other items.
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Trevor lay with Mitch in his arms. His hand found its way to the bullet around his neck, seeking guidance from Steve or his father.
Why am I doing this?
Various conversations with Steve and his father came to mind, and he knew he was doing the right thing. Their words, clear as if they were in the room with him, confirmed his reasons.
Because he could have been me. I don't know why I didn’t turn out the same. Mitch isn’t weak, or he wouldn’t have survived. If that were me, I hope someone would take me in and help me get back on my feet. I only hope he’ll let me.
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Trevor promised Mitch he’d stand guard, and he did, allowing Mitch to sleep through the night. Trevor stayed awake most of the time because it wasn’t his usual sleep schedule, but more than that, he relished the feeling of having a man in his arms again. Holding Mitch brought back memories of his time with Steve, when they managed to find moments to be together.
When Mitch woke, he stretched and sat on the edge of the bed. He kept his back to Trevor, but it was clear he had morning wood.
Mmmm, that sight was worth the lack of sleep.
“I gotta hit the head. Be right back.”
Mitch was gone long enough to get his dick under control. What Trevor didn’t know was that Mitch wasn’t just hard from morning wood. He was hard from being in Trevor's arms.
Trevor said, “Mornin.’ Looks like you had a good sleep.”
“Man, I don’t know the last time I slept like that. This feather bed is the shit.”
Tentatively, he quietly added, “Thanks for staying with me. I’m not sure what happened….”
“Mitch, you don’t owe me an explanation. I don’t sleep well on the best of nights. When I close my eyes, I’m usually back in Afghanistan or Iraq. Sometimes it feels like I never left, and I’m just a visitor here.”
Mitch nodded. He understood.
Trevor asked, “So, how about some breakfast? The cooking setup is still pretty basic, but it gets the job done.”
Mitch nodded affirmatively, and glancing around, he asked, “What is this place?”
“This was my grandparents' home. I lived with them in the summers growing up, while I was out of school, at least until they passed away. My dad kept it, but never did anything with it. When he died, I inherited it. I don’t have any ties to anywhere else, so I thought I’d come here and… I don’t know? Reboot my life?
“The plan is to tear down the trailer and build a small house. I’ll keep this cinderblock building as a guest house or for extra storage. I want to rebuild everything the way it was when I was a kid, as much as I can.”
Mitch had a wistful look on his face, “That’s awesome.”
Trevor asked, “I don’t want to jump the gun here, Mitch, but would you stay and help me? It looks like you don’t have anywhere to go. It’ll give you something to do. I have enough income to buy groceries and clothes and keep the lights on. It’s not much, but it’s quiet here, which I think you need just as much as I do. If it turns out you have some money coming, then you can help pay for things. I could use an extra pair of hands on some of the projects.”
“Trevor… Man, I don’t know what to say. After yesterday, I feel a lot better, but I’m still pretty messed up. You sure you want someone like me around?”
“Brother, I am like you. That’s why I get what you’re going through. I can’t watch a fellow Marine go through what you are without at least tryin’ to help.”
The first sign of humor appeared when Mitch said, “Let me check my schedule. I’m kinda booked up.”
Trevor blinked and then laughed, “Fucker.”
“If you’re serious, I’d love to stay, at least for a while.”
“Let me start on breakfast. The food will improve once the garden begins producing. I hope to grow enough to can for the winter… But I’m getting ahead of myself. Breakfast first, then I’ll work out, then tackle my “to-do” list. You’re welcome to work out with me, too. You look like you know your way around a gym.”
Mitch looked at his body and said, “Yeah, I don’t look like much right now, but I used to be pretty big. I love working out. This is like a dream come true.”
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The next few months flew by, and Trevor and Mitch made significant progress working together. The trailer was completely gone, with all the appliances stored in the garage. Trevor also moved his makeshift glory hole into the garage as soon as Mitch moved in to keep it out of sight.
They shared the feather bed but treated it like a barracks, ignoring or cracking jokes about morning wood. Once Mitch started eating healthy and working out, his body quickly filled out. Trevor loved seeing his progress, mainly as a friend, but he also fantasized about the hunk Mitch was becoming.
Their friendship quickly blossomed once Mitch snapped out of his homeless fog. Loud, unexpected noises caused either of them to flinch and put them in a bad headspace. If one of them had nightmares, the other would roll over and hold him. Every day, their attraction grew, but they hadn’t discussed that part of themselves and kept their secret desires private. Despite how strong their friendship was, each man feared losing it if they came out to the other.
Occasionally, Trevor disappeared for a while, and one morning Mitch wondered where he might be and set out to find him. Walking near the garage, he heard a slight moan and stopped. Stealthily, he peeked into the garage and saw Trevor, naked with sweat dripping down his muscular frame, thrusting his cock into a hole cut in a door. Seeing the definition of his thickly muscled, darkly tanned physique in the dim lighting, the striations of his shoulders and back, and his starkly pale ass as he thrust gave Mitch an instant hard-on. While Mitch watched, Trevor quietly grunted out the last of his orgasm. In his mind, Steve was on the other side of the door, sucking him off and taking his load. Before he pulled out and turned, Mitch made his way back to where they were working.
A few minutes later, Trevor came back. He looked a little sweatier than when he left, but the sun was scorching. Trevor couldn’t help but notice Mitch’s bulge and wondered if he’d been caught. Making a point to be more observant, over the next week, he saw Mitch staring at him when he thought Trevor wasn’t watching.
Fuck. Is he into guys, too?
That possibility stirred emotions Trevor wasn’t ready for. If he were honest, his feelings for Mitch went far beyond liking. As Mitch healed and their relationship deepened, it was more than just friendship. They formed a small, close-knit group, and while their lives weren’t in danger, they still relied on each other. Trevor didn’t want to hurt Mitch, so he kept his sexual preferences secret for now, but he was determined to figure things out.
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One of the nicest amenities on the property, untouched by time, was the brick grill that Trevor’s Grandpop built. It was a combination of a grill, a smoker, and a fire pit. It was large enough to burn most of the trash. Trevor removed the metal cooking grates, but they went back on easily. In celebration of how well things were progressing, Trevor bought some big, fat, marbled rib steaks and baking potatoes. Shirtless, near the end of the day, the two men used the garden hose to rinse off, and Trevor lit some charcoal.
Trevor said, “I can’t wait to have a real kitchen. My Granny made the best pan-fried potatoes with onions and peppers. I remember how to make them, and it will be one of the first things I do.”
Mitch smiled, “Sounds awesome. I never knew my grandparents or any extended family. My parents never talked about them. Now that I’m older, I wonder if there wasn’t some family secret they kept from me. The only comment I remember her making was that I looked like my grandfather.”
Trevor said, “My brother was a spitting image of my great-grandfather. It’s scary how similar they looked. I’m the odd child out. My dad used to joke that I was the milkman’s son, but my mom would get mad when he said that. I think it was because he was deployed so often when I was a kid. She could easily have cheated, but she would never have done that. Even as a kid, I could tell how much she loved him.”
After a short pause, Trevor asked, “So what about your mom and dad. You said your family’s gone…”
“My parents died in a car wreck while I was deployed. I was told they were killed instantly. Apparently, my dad had some gambling debt, and since I was overseas and out of pocket, the state sold their house and assets to pay off his debt. I came home to pretty much nothing.”
The conversation went quiet for a moment. Memories of his mother's love for his father and his own love for Steve made Trevor realize how deeply he desired another man in his life. He wanted Steve back, but the damned bullet around his neck had taken him away. His feelings for Mitch were the same as for Steve. Mitch had no idea how much Trevor had come to rely on his presence.
When the steaks and potatoes were ready, they moved into the cinderblock house to eat. There was a tiny table, just big enough for them to sit and eat. Mitch grabbed some beers and popped the caps. As soon as Trevor picked up his beer, Mitch raised his bottle to clink it against Trevor’s.
He seemed emotional as he said, “To you, Trev. I haven’t said this in a while, but there aren’t words to thank you for what you’ve done for me. Thanks, brother.”
Trevor’s eyes watered, and he said, “You’re welcome, but you don’t need to thank me. I’m glad I saw you outside the Safeway. I saw you a few times, but you always disappeared before I could catch up. I wish I had found you sooner.”
Silence settled between them as they stood cleaning their plates. The sink was small, and their shoulders and arms often touched as they ran water and rinsed everything off. Like two brothers, sometimes one would elbow the other out of the way, and they’d laugh and hang shit on each other.
Suddenly, a cold ball of anxiety clenched Trevor’s stomach. He didn’t want to ruin everything, but he had to find out if Mitch felt the same way about him. Rubbing arms and shoulders with Mitch at the sink pushed his thoughts of missing Steve to the forefront, and he had to know.
“Before we turn on the TV, come over to the bed for a minute.”
When Mitch sat, Trevor intentionally moved close, putting an arm around Mitch’s shoulder. His warm solidity felt nice, and Trevor ruffled Mitch’s short hair affectionately. He noticed a slight tremble run through Mitch at his touch.
“Mitch, has there ever been anyone else in your life? A woman? … Or a man?”
Mitch looked nervous. Trevor’s bare skin felt good, and smelling him, even after rinsing off, was a turn-on. He was so fucking handsome. Mitch often fantasized about running his hands over Trevor’s hard, hairy chest. He had the perfect amount of chest hair, with smooth shoulders and no hair on his back. Mitch had a nipple fetish, and Trevor’s nipples were incredibly hot to him. Their thighs touched, and the hair on Trevor’s sturdy legs sent a tingle down his spine that went straight to his dick.
Mitch lowered his head and quietly said, “No. No girl.”
“Mitch, look at me.”
Mitch looked up, and his eyes locked with Trevor’s.
“Are you into guys?”
Mitch’s chest felt so tight he could hardly breathe. His attraction to Trevor had been weighing on him for months. He had to sneak away and jerk off now and then to relieve the pressure, but everything about Trevor turned him on. Looking at Trevor’s handsome face, inches from his own, he saw nothing but kind acceptance, which gave him the courage to say, “Yes. I’m particularly into you, Trev. Is that okay? I don’t want to mess things up.”
In response, a tear leaked from Trevor’s eye and ran down his cheek.
“God damn, Mitch, you have no idea how happy that makes me. I’m into you, too, Mitch. I didn’t want to say anything that might trigger you or mess with our friendship. You’ve had enough on your plate. We both do, with our fucked-up shit. Come here.”
Trevor pulled Mitch tightly against him, chest to chest, wrapping his strong arms around him. With no hesitation, Mitch hugged him back. Whatever nervousness he felt was replaced by relief, and a hot fire that he no longer had to hide.
Pressing his forehead against Mitch’s, Trevor breathlessly whispered, “I can’t tell you how badly I want you.”
Trevor broke the embrace first. Quickly standing, he shucked his work boots and shorts. Mitch watched him, captivated by the chance to openly gaze at his naked body. Trevor’s cock stood straight up against his stomach, with precum already at the tip. Mitch was momentarily entranced at the sight. They were often physically close, but intimately taking in the details of him and not having to hide his gaze changed everything.
Once Trevor stood completely naked, he slowly and deliberately unbuckled Mitch’s belt. Opening Mitch’s shorts, he slid down the zipper and smiled at the sight of Mitch’s cock, hungrily straining against his underwear in anticipation. Pulling down Mitch’s shorts resulted in an audible “thwack” as his cock sprang back against his stomach. His huge balls were already drawn up. The smell of their crotch sweat from being contained in the heat of the day filled the area. It smelled manly, which they both openly professed their preference for, and the fact that it was their scents turned them on even more. It was a scent they would get used to and long for, for a long time.
Trevor got on his knees and pulled Mitch forward, resting his elbows on Mitch’s heavy thighs, staring at Mitch’s cock, perfect to him in every way. He preferred cut men, and a particular shape of the head, and Mitch’s cock seemed tailor-made for him. With one hand, he cupped Mitch’s tight balls, massaging and tugging them enough to tighten the skin on his cock and flare the head. His other hand gripped the base of his shaft, feeling its velvety, rubbery firmness. It pulsed in his hand, and Mitch closed his eyes, exhaling a soft whimper. Only once, years before, had he ever made out with a man, and to have Trevor holding his cock was something he wasn’t sure would ever happen again.
Trevor smiled as he took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around to collect the precum. Mitch shuddered at the sudden pleasure, and his head drew back with a sharp intake of breath. His hand, resting on Trevor’s heavy shoulder, tightened in response, feeling his solidity.
Trevor’s hand left Mitch’s balls to move to his chest, rubbing it sensually while he sucked his cock. Looking down at Trevor’s heavy shoulders as he sucked him was almost as intoxicating as the sensation of his tongue and mouth. Gently, he caressed Trevor’s head, running his hands through his short hair and over his shoulders. He wanted to feel every inch of the incredible man who pleasured him.
The culmination of everything flipped Mitch’s switch, and his cock bolted in Trevor’s mouth. Trevor felt it and took Mitch’s full length, swallowing his load. Mitch's thick cock filled Trevor’s throat, and his swallowing was another new sensation.
Trevor continued sucking until Mitch lost some of his rigidity, and he pulled off, staring at his spit and cum covered shaft. Smiling, they made eye contact, and Mitch pulled Trevor up and onto him. Trevor’s weight, firmness, and the heat of his body kept Mitch hard. His arms went around Trevor, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Their tongues wrestled, and the taste of his own cum filled his mouth. Trevor’s hard cock pressed against his stomach, and he felt its urgent need.
Wanting to take care of Trevor, Mitch broke off the kiss and leaned down to take Trevor into his mouth. Trevor lay back and put one arm behind his head, and his other hand caressed Mitch’s shoulders and back. Trevor’s eyes closed, and his mouth opened in pleasure when Mitch took him into his mouth. Mitch didn’t have much experience, but he made up for it with exuberance and the determination of a Marine on a mission, doing his best to pleasure his man.
They couldn’t get enough of one another. Now that they openly stated their desires, the pent-up frustration they had tiptoed around for the past few months broke loose. Trevor was close before the blow job started, and he only lasted a minute before filling Mitch's mouth.
With an audible pop, Mitch pulled off Trevor’s cock, and moved beside him, partly lying on Trevor with their legs intertwined. Resting his head on Trevor’s chest, he enjoyed the feel of his chest hair against his cheek.
Catching their breath, both men remained quiet for a few minutes as they processed what had just occurred. Their hands moved confidently and naturally over each other, touching wherever they pleased as an inner peace washed over them. A new and deeper connection had formed, strengthening the bond and unity they already shared.
Mitch broke the silence first.
“Trev… I can’t believe this. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, and I’d be fooling myself if I said I didn’t feel more. I do. I hope saying that doesn’t scare you, but I think I’m in love with you.”
Trevor’s first response was to tighten his arms around Mitch, physically expressing that his words were not only alright but welcomed.
“I’m not exactly sure what first drew me to you, Mitch. Yes, you were homeless… but in the first few days after you came here, there was something else—something I can’t really explain. I was scared of how quickly you had a grip on me and of acting on it. I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of your situation. But now we’re partners in every way. I don’t feel complete when you’re not around. You quiet the noise in my head. Maybe I’m not saying this very well… I love you, too.”
When he said “I love you,” Trevor pulled Mitch’s head closer, kissed his forehead, and then pressed their heads together. Both men shed tears from the overwhelming emotions flowing through them. They stayed together, naked, for another hour, simply holding each other and quietly talking, sharing more about themselves that they had kept hidden before.
Their sharing was cathartic, especially knowing the other completely understood and accepted what they heard, with no judgment. They found that rare, unconditional love between men that women will never understand, supporting each other as men. It also provided them with plenty of ammo to hang shit on each other when the opportunities arose.
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Over the next few months, the house was nearly completed. Trevor expanded the floor plan since Mitch would be living with him. Since they did the work themselves, except for occasional contractors, they customized every aspect to their needs, even when it seemed unconventional.
Trevor excavated a large sub-basement to serve as a tornado shelter and to store food and his canning jars. It was accessible from both outside and inside the house. The master bedroom was spacious, and they installed a massive walk-in shower. Outside, behind a privacy fence, they added a covered hot tub before the house was finished, so they could soak in the evenings after a long day of labor. Soaking naked and massaging each other daily often led to mutual pleasure. Both men had high sex drives and ended up getting each other off two or three times a day. Through their efforts, working out, and eating solid, healthy meals, they gained more muscle. Neither wanted to become huge, but their bodies thickened in all the right places. Between being shirtless most of the time, their mutual admiration often led to sex, deepening their physical and emotional bonds.
Laughing, they came up with code words for when they needed a sex break. They would burst into laughter whenever one of them would shout, “Oklahoma!” or “Pineapple!” The house had a king-sized split adjustable bed, but their favorite place to have sex was the cinderblock house on the featherbed. After moving into the house, they kept the air conditioners in the cinderblock house turned off, which made it beastly hot inside. The heat on their bare skin acted like an aphrodisiac, and they enjoyed the sweat as they grappled and writhed against each other.
Up to that point, neither one had fucked the other. Mitch ordered a wand from Amazon on the down low, wanting to give Trevor his anal virginity as a further confession of his love and devotion. Occasionally, they fingered and rimmed each other, but had never fucked. As much as they enjoyed getting each other off, one of their favorite things to do was to jack off together. Watching each other pleasure themselves was incredibly hot and intimate, but it also taught them how to pleasure each other, which they put to good use.
To keep their schedules regimented, they worked during the week and relaxed on the weekends. Neither of them was particularly into sports, so they would relax, make snacks, and watch movies. And of course, have even more sex. Mitch waited until Saturday afternoon for his surprise.
“Give me about fifteen minutes and come find me.”
“What’re you doing?”
“It’s a surprise. Just go with it.”
Trevor had a hint of a smile and shook his head, but complied. While he waited, he hopped online to look at fishing boats. With the house mostly finished, he and Mitch had more time for fun. Neither was into skiing or tubing, but fishing, being on the water, or swimming in some private coves sounded nice.
When he entered the cinderblock house, Mitch was already on the bed naked. His skin glowed with a fine sheen of sweat. Both of them were darkly tanned, and the stark lighting accentuated his muscles. Mitch was already hard, and Trevor smiled.
“What’s got you worked up?”
“As if you aren’t enough, you sexy fucker. There’s something I’ve been wanting to try for a while. I’ve never done this before. I never had the opportunity, but even if I had, I’m not sure I trusted anybody enough until you.”
Trevor was already shirtless and barefoot, and took off his shorts. After seeing Mitch so hard and ready, it got him excited. He sat down on the bed and leaned over, giving Mitch a quick kiss on his lips.
“I think I know what you’re talking about. Are you sure about this?”
“Pretty damn sure. Mainly ‘cause it’s you. It’ll bring us closer. You don’t have to reciprocate, Trev. I want to do this for you and myself. I want to feel you in me.”
Trying to crack a joke, Trevor said, “You’re awfully needy today. It just so happens I’m feeling generous. My only condition is that I get an extra load or two out of you. Are your balls up for that?”
When he asked his question, Trevor cupped Mitch’s balls, rolling them around in his hand. Mitch’s big balls filled his hand, and he loved fondling them. They started trimming their pubic hair, and their balls were smooth. Leaning down, Trevor took one of Mitch’s balls into his mouth.
“Ohhh…”
The warm wetness and Trevor's tongue swirling around his ball sac felt exquisite.
“I love it when you do that.”
Trevor couldn’t take both balls in his mouth without some discomfort to Mitch, so he switched and started stroking him slowly as he gave his balls a good tongue bath. Mitch arched his back slightly and started playing with his nipples, increasing his arousal.
After a few minutes, Trevor stopped and propped himself up one an elbow while his other hand roamed over Mitch’s upper chest and neck.
“I want to be serious for a minute, Mitch.”
Trevor paused to collect his thoughts before he continued, “I came to this place to restart my life. I never imagined finding you, but I did, and being here with you has made it more perfect than I ever expected. When I look at the garden and the tool shed, I still see the past. I see Grandpop in the garden, pulling weeds, or Granny sitting, sipping coffee on the porch, with a cigarette in her mouth. It’s like I’m living in both times, but you keep me grounded. I love you, Mitch. Thank you for being in my life.”
Trying to keep things light, Mitch said, “Well, if I wasn’t going to give up my ass for you, I definitely am now. Fuck, man, you say all the right things. For the record, I feel like I’m the lucky one. I know we both are. I never imagined someone could love me like you do. Hell, I never imagined having it in me to love someone like I do you. I’m not sure if we can be apart. That scares me, but it also makes me happy. I want to live the rest of my life with you.”
Emotions swam thick between them. Professing their love for one another made sex incredibly fulfilling, and they were about to embark on a new step. The intimate sharing of their emotions fueled the intimate arousal between them. Each man felt it and saw it in the other’s eyes.
Trevor cupped Mitch’s chin and said, “I’ll go slow. Tell me if I need to stop or do something different. This is new for both of us.”
Grinning, Mitch said, “It’s not new to your dick. You’ve been fucking that toy for ages. I saw you one day, and it was hot as hell.”
Chuckling, Trevor said, “You know what I mean, fucker. Roll over.”
Mitch did, and Trevor admired his broad, muscled back. He was so tan, and his skin glowed from their healthy lifestyle. He couldn’t help but run his hands over his lover as he worked his way down to Mitch’s very pale ass. Lubing up a finger, he inserted it and found Mitch’s prostate.
“Fuuuck, I love that.”
Mitch tilted his ass up from the sensation, pushing against Trevor’s hand. Trevor continued stimulating his lover, enjoying the sight of Mitch’s body reacting. His moans were as much of a turn-on as his muscles. Slowly, he put in another finger. Mitch was tight, and he clenched down at the slight sting.
“Relax, stud.”
Trevor’s other hand soothingly ran over Mitch’s sweaty back. His body dripped as much from the heat of the room and from his lover’s actions. Mitch didn’t say anything, but continued softly moaning. They had all the time in the world, so Trevor prolonged Mitch’s pleasure. Eventually, he added a third finger, but by then Mitch was loose enough that it went in easily, with minimal discomfort.
“I’m ready, Trev. Get on top of me. I want to feel your weight.”
Trevor stayed hard the entire time. He always stayed hard with Mitch. Crawling over him, he held himself up with one arm while he gripped his cock, aiming it at Mitch’s opening. He had liberally lubed himself up, and he put the head of his cock against Mitch and pushed. His head popped in, and Mitch tensed. Trevor’s cock was thicker than his three fingers.
The sensation was different from what Trevor expected, and far better. Tightness gripped him, and he moaned, “Oh…, Fuck, Mitch. You feel amazing.”
Trevor did as Mitch asked, and once his cock was in enough to stay, he put his full weight on him. Their bodies molded together as if they were made for one another. Trevor’s ass cheeks clenched as he pushed more of himself into Mitch. Mitch’s ass felt alive, like a hand massaging him. Mitch pushed out, and Trevor slid in further, gasping out his pleasure. His arms went around Mitch, squeezing him with all his strength. Their sweaty skin felt perfect, allowing them to glide against one another.
“Fuck, I’m all the way in. Are you okay?”
“Hold still a minute. God, you’re big. I know you’re big, but you feel like a baseball bat.”
Trevor held him, kissing his back and neck while he got used to the sensation. It wasn’t long before Mitch started moving his ass slightly, and then he said, “Ok. I’m good. God, Trev, you’re in me. I’ve never felt so full. Don’t be gentle. I want you to fuck me like you do that toy. Fuck me like a man, a Marine.”
Whatever pain Mitch initially felt gave way to pleasure. It was a culmination of so many things. Trevor stretched his ass, and he felt the shape of his cock. His shaft rubbed over Mitch’s prostate, sending shivers through him with every stroke. His own cock, hard and dripping, ground into the sheets beneath him.
Trevor propped himself up on his arms and started thrusting in earnest. His eyes closed in pleasure; every thrust was pure magic. At first, he kept his strokes long and steady, but he quickly increased his pace, unable to help himself, until he was ramming himself into Mitch. Mitch wasn’t able to speak, but his whimpers of pleasure told Trevor that he was alright.
Trevor gripped Mitch's shoulders and traps, and he looked down at his lover's muscled form, shining with sweat. Overwhelming love for the man he was in came over him, and he teared up. He wanted to see Mitch’s handsome face and to run his hands over his chest like he did his back, play with his nipples, and kiss his neck. He wanted to kiss Mitch with a passion he hadn’t felt before. He wanted his tongue and his cock in Mitch, joining them together.
He stopped thrusting, leaned down, pressing his chest against Mitch’s back, and quietly said, “Turn over.”
He pulled out long enough for Mitch to flip, and as he re-entered, Mitch’s thighs widened, giving himself to Trevor. That simple act drove another spear of desire into Trevor as he smiled. They locked eyes, seeing the depth of their feelings for one another, and Trevor got what he wanted and ran his hands over Mitch’s chest.
The added sensation was extreme, and Mitch arched his back, pushing his chest up against Trevor’s hands. One hand remained on Mitch’s chest, but his other hand wrapped around Mitch’s cock and started stroking him in tandem with his thrusting.
Mitch looked up, and from his angle, Trevor had never looked more virile or handsome. His flexed body shone, dripping with sweat, and the beauty of his form as his muscles undulated with his movements was breathtaking. His smile, only for Mitch, along with Trevor’s hand stroking him and his cock filling him, was too much, and Mitch came over his stomach and chest. His ass clenched around Trevor with his orgasm, and Trevor’s eyes widened. His trigger flipped unexpectedly, beyond his ability to hold back, and with the first contraction, Trevor thrust himself as deeply as he could into Mitch, tightening his ass muscles with each shot.
Sometimes they didn’t cum together, but when they did, it elevated not only their pleasure, but the intimacy of their connection. The smell of their sweat, the feel of their warm, hard bodies, and the strength of their arms holding one another was euphoric. They stayed together for nearly a minute until their cocks finished contracting, trying to pump out even more cum.
With his mouth next to Mitch’s ear, he whispered, “I love you so fucking much.”
The feel of Trevor’s warm breath on his neck sent a shiver down his back, and he cupped Trevor’s face in his hands. Running his thumbs over his stubbled cheeks, feeling his manly strength, a tear dripped from his eye as he said, “I love you, too.”
They kissed softly, gently, and as passionately as they ever had. Trevor rolled to his back, but Mitch immediately moved against him, still craving the physical contact. Both were still hard, but also exhausted and completely relaxed.
As their relationship had deepened, they found a profound, shared solitude in one other. It seemed paradoxical, but a silent communication between their hearts and souls transcended words. When they were in the sun working together, they could go hours without saying anything, simply enjoying each other’s presence. Sometimes, that connection extended to the bedroom after sex, especially after a particularly emotional coupling.
Caressing one another, continuing to touch and pleasure one another, they drifted off to sleep, resting in the profound silence they shared. It was the quiet Trevor yearned for when he returned to Duck Creek Landing. He found part of it in rebuilding his grandparents’ legacy, but Mitch completed it. Rarely did either man have nightmares anymore. If they did, the other was there to help push back the darkness, but their connected silence was a barrier that seemed to shield their minds and hearts.
The fact was, they healed one another. Their unconditional love and lack of judgment towards one another did what the VA psychologists and their drugs could not.
In the middle of the night, Trevor woke and had to pee. Mitch did as well, and they sleepily stumbled to the bathroom and pissed together, arms over each other’s shoulders to steady themselves. Their touch made them hard, and they got each other off again, so they could return to a relaxed, peaceful slumber until morning.
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