A guy from school lived on the same road as my mother, rumored to be gay. The masculine, good-looking Trevor sported a toned medium build and shaven brown hair.
I overheard Trevor’s father shouting and smashing plates or cups one afternoon. Trevor noticed me and closed his curtains.
I jerked off several times, imagining Trevor’s cock. Where he gay, I wanted to learn from him. I needed experience, and I craved to fuck a guy’s ass.
A few months into my new job, with enough money saved, I rented a one-bedroom apartment and bought my freedom.
I passed Trevor on the street.
“I got my own place, and I’m moving in this week. Come visit Saturday and chill,” I said.
“I’ll be your slave to get away from my Dad,” an odd comment, but I understood what he meant.
I pretended to laugh, “I know what you mean. Why do you think I’m moving out of my mom’s house? Parents, right? You bring beers, and I’ll grab some too.”
I forgot I invited Trevor. I pretended I expected him later and asked him to excuse the porno tapes scattered on the floor — porn and beer, two excellent social lubricants.
After stacking Trevor’s beers in the refrigerator, I brought a chilled ale for each of us. Trevor held the cover of a bisexual porno when I returned to the lounge.
“I’ve never seen this one,” he said.
“It’s a decent video. Not the usual guys or girls I go for.” Trevor’s silence forced me to continue talking, “I prefer my age, but one older guy is stunning, and I would do him, and the girl with the small tits, she’s cute.” I doubted him gay and wondered whether I spooked him.
“I also prefer people my age,” he replied.
Trevor’s use of the word people intrigued me. “Are you also bisexual?”
He looked away, “I dunno what I am.”
“Do you want me to play the bisexual porno?”
“Sure, why not?”
I turned the volume low and sat on the sofa.
“What are you doing for work?” I asked.
Trevor’s eyes remained fixed on the television screen. “I’m working at a hotel in the city.”
His hands rested on his groin. The guy on the porno cover showered, and the camera panned his body and zoomed on his fat cut cock.
“Do you get to watch much porn?” I asked.
He shook his head.
I never fancied the ugly guy in the shower, so I fast-forwarded the tape. “The best part is further on,” I said.
I found my favorite scene where the guys suck and fuck each other. I removed my shorts and underwear and massaged my cock. Trevor’s clothes hid his hard dick.
To walk to the bathroom, I needed to walk past him and the television. I kicked off my trousers and underwear, walked with my boner sticking in the air, and grabbed two toilet rolls. I stepped in front of him with my stiff dick pointing at him and handed him a roll.
“Don’t mess on the sofa,” I said.
I struggled to read him. With guys in the porno fucking, he turned to me, “That must be sore.”
“I don’t know, but they seem to enjoy it.”
“I tried it once, but it was too painful.”
My eyes rolled. I wanted to experience a guy’s ass, and he complained over pain. “The stupid guy never knew what he was doing.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
I finished my beer, and with Trevor not much talk, I needed more.
“I’m getting another beer, do you want?”
He gulped his ale. “Yes, please.”
I grabbed two beers from the refrigerator, and when I returned, his trousers and underwear lay on the floor, and he jerked his cock. I passed him a beer, and his eyes never left the screen.
His pale body boasted no tan line. While his head hair was brown and shaved, his bushy pubes glowed bright red. His thick, cut cock stood eight-inches long.
“Wow, that’s an enormous dick you got!”
He smirked without looking at me. His eyes fixed on the television screen.
I wanted to play with him, but he showed me no interest. I wondered whether he never fancied me.
Once the porno ended, I turn off the television. Our cocks hard, Trevor looked at me.
“Why don’t we go mess around in the bedroom?” He asked.
Warmth flooded my body, and I grinned.
In the bedroom, we lay on the bed. Trevor sat on my chest. “I want to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
He stared into my eyes, “I think I’m gay.”
“It does not matter what you are,” I gazed back at him.
He pecked my lips, which shocked me. I kissed Jason but never considered kissing Trevor.
He lay beside me, his hand grasped my knob, and he gazed at me. I pointed to his cock, and he nudged closer to me. While stroking Trevor’s dick, I told myself, “There’s no fucking chance this is going into my ass.”
Trevor licked my boner and placed the tip in his mouth, and gazed into my eyes.
“You know what I want to try?” He asked.
“Tell me.”
He smirked. “I want to try anal again.”
“Giving or receiving?”
“Both,” I smirked, even though he stood a zero chance of fucking my ass. “I want you to fuck me first,” Trevor said while stroking my cock.
My head raced; my heart thumped in my chest.
“Do you have any condoms?” He asked.
“I don’t.”
“You have lube?”
“What’s that?”
“It’s lubricant. I also use it to wet my cut cock, so my shaft is slippery, jerking off.”
“I don’t have lube, but I have aqueous cream in the bathroom. Tell me if it’s any good.”
“Yeah, this will do.” He scooped a blob with his fingers and massaged the lotion into his shaft. “This feels good. It’s nice and slippery.” His wet hand brushed my bare cock head, and the intense sensation surprised me. “Go slow in my ass, or we have to stop. You understand?”
“No problem. I will not hurt you, I promise.” I wanted his ass, and I might snail-pace, even if I continued till morning. Considering Jason’s fingers in my hole helped with the pain, I planned to experiment with Trevor’s ass.
A fluff of red hair nested around his pink pucker. His petite white ass resembled a pair of woman’s breasts without nipples.
I wanted my cock in him but never rushed. I massaged the cream in circles around his hole, and my thumb melted into him, wetting his ass.
After smearing lotion on my head, I pressed on his sphincter, then paused and pushed further. His hole opened for my cock, and my tip slipped in an inch. I stopped.
“Are you okay? Is it sore?” I asked.
“Carry on; it’s fine. It feels good.”
I eased my boner into him, and my balls brushed against his butt. Starting gently at first, I increased my speed as I enjoyed his hole.
He jerked himself, tightening his ass, and forced my knob out of him. I thrust hard back into him.
“Ouch, that’s sore!” He said.
My boner stood still inside him for a minute. Whenever he gripped his cock, his ass pained.
“Leave your dick. That’s why it’s sore.”
I wanted to cum, unsure how much more Trevor’s ass might tolerate, I eased in and out of his ass and fucked faster as I edged to orgasm.
“Do not cum inside me,” Trevor said.
I never listened. As I blew inside Trevor, my cock pulsated, my balls twitched, and for the first time, my ass too. As reality kicked in, I understood what Trevor said. I continued fucking, wondering if he sensed I came.
I pulled out, “I was close but don’t want to cum yet. Do you want another beer?”
“Yes, please.”
“Let us sit in the lounge; the room’s getting hot.” I needed time to recharge.
I played a bisexual porno with the volume on low. Trevor squeezed next to me on the sofa, and I stroked his hard cock.
“You love your ass and want more,” I said.
“Can I spend the night?”
“I’m working in the morning. Sleepover and leave when I do.”
“That’s perfect.”
I fucked him three times that evening, grateful he never asked to fuck me.
We never met again and hung in different circles.
My sister told me he committed suicide a few years later. I learned his family rejected him for being gay.
