Mike and Trevor Chapter 1
Mike + Trevor, Chapter 1
Note: This story is entirely fictual. Any resemblance or correlation to actual locations, events, or people is coincidental. This story involves sexual activity between consenting adults. If you are not permitted to view this where you are, stop and go back now. Do not read this.
"Fuck!", I exclaimed. My hands were all sticky again. I can't fucking believe it! How the hell can I make such a fucking mess all the time?
It was at that moment that I saw the neighbor's kid looking over at me. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly open, a bit shocked at what he heard. I simply nodded his direction and got a rag to try to wipe up some of this stickiness.
There I was working on another project at my mom's vacation home. I was sealing some woodwork with polyurethane in the driveway before installing it in the house. I happened to touch a wet portion of the board with my hand.
"I have to be more careful", I told myself. I really hate how dry mineral spirits leaves my hands. I could use latex gloves, but I hate latex. My hands get so damn sweaty in this heat. I end up with puddles in the latex.
It was summer break in after my first year in grad school, and my mfom enticed me back to do some work for her with the lure of some cash. As a poor grad student, cash always comes in handy.
My name is Mike Burgess, and I am studying architecture at the University of Massachusetts -- Amherst. It's a great school with a lot of hot college guys. At 23 years old, 5'10", 175 lbs., brown hair, and blue eyes, I get a fair amount of cock and ass around campus. It probably helps that I work out 5-6 times a week. Being a chubby kid, I have since learned to take care of myself. Weights, cardio, and some mountain biking has helped me get and stay in shape and get that college ass.
Being up here in the middle of nowhere New Hampshire for three weeks, I was expecting to just watch a lot of Pornhub. Before I left Amherst, I made sure to get my balls drained by one of my favorite fuck-buddies. Evan really knows how to ride my cock, and he has a nice piece on him when I feel the need to get filled myself. More about him some other time.
I grab the rag with mineral spirits and wipe off my hand. At that point, I realized how hot it was getting. I was in an old pair of gym shorts with no underwear and a tank top, but even that was too much clothing. My sweat had the tank clinging to my back and chest and was dripping down my ass crack. Deciding I would rather get a bit of sun, I peel off the tank top and toss it on the nearby porch stairs.
I feel some eyes focused on me. I glance over and see the neighbor's kid looking at me again. At this point, I say, "Hey. How's it going?"
He simply replies, "Hey. Good" and walks inside his home.
He appears cute enough -- not all that different than a bunch of the freshman I hooked up with this past year -- but still definitely looks like jailbait.
After a few more hours of sanding and finishing some more boards, I decide its time for a break. I look up again, and there he is again, looking over my way. He stopped from playing basketball in his driveway as he missed and the ball came over towards me.
As he comes over to get it, I figured I might as well be nice to the kid, I try to strike up a bit of a conversation.
"Hey. How's your summer going?", I ask.
"It's going ok. Can't wait to get out of here though", he replied.
Damn. He actually talks. I am surprised he said something back.
"How come? Do you have plans to go somewhere?"
"Yeah. I'm heading off to college in a couple-a months", he said. As he is said that, I got a better look at him. He definitely looked pretty fit as he is wearing a pair of gym shorts like me, a t-shirt, and a baseball hat. "Until then, I am just hanging out around here. There is nothing to do around here. I am so tired of it."
"Well, I am always up for a helpful hand", I say to him. "I'm Mike".
"I'm Trevor. I've never done any of that stuff. I'm better with a basketball or my Playstation", he said bashfully.
"Honestly, there is not much to it. The biggest thing is long smooth strokes and being careful to not get everything sticky." At hearing that, he blushed. I devilishly wondered if he took it in a dirty way.
"How old are you, by the way?"
"18. 19 in November."
"Ah. Cool", I say, but I am really thinking "Fuck yeah! Maybe this won't be a bad couple of weeks after all."
I offer him some of my old clothes to change into, knowing that he is not used to this type of work and that he wouldn't have any work clothes of his own. He looks to be a couple of inches taller than me, but a slimmer build with blond hair and blue eyes. He accepts the offer of clothing.
We head inside to the bedroom and dig through some of my clothes looking for some of the smaller items as he is a little smaller than me. I find the shorts and tank top that I was looking for and hand them over to him.
"Try these. These should do the trick."
Trevor slowly takes off his shirt looking a bit shy. Although he is used to changing in the school locker room after basketball games and practices, he is not used to changing in another guy's house with him watching. To his credit, he doesn't turn away as he lifts up his shirt. I can see that he is more defined than I thought. He has a bit of a treasure trail going from his six-pack stomach into his American Eagle boxer briefs. I can feel my cock getting hard and leaking a bit of precum. I always leak way too much precum when I am horny. It's like a fucking running faucet. While its good when I am fucking a dude bareback, right now, its not all that helpful. With no underwear to constrain it, I figure its best if I don't scare him away with showing him my growing cock through my shorts. Before he gets his shirt fully off, I'm walking out of the room and into the kitchen.
"Want something to drink?" I yell back at him.
"Yeah. Some Gatorade, if you have it. If not, water's cool", he yells back.
I grab him a bottled water from the fridge. "Gonna have to get some Gatorade next time I'm at the store", I think.
By the time he gets changed and to the kitchen, my hard-on has mostly gone down. It's now just a sizeable bulge. There's a bit of a wet spot, but "Fuck it", I think. I doubt he would figure its from me perving over his hot body.
"Not too bad of a fit", I tell him. "They mostly fit. A little big, but it will work".
Damn. He is looking so fucking hot. His toned arms and shoulders are showing off being exposed by the tank top. The well-worn gym shorts show a bit of a bulge as well. He grabs the bottle of water, opens it up, and tip it up and his head back. His hairy pits show off a good tuft of hair. I have a think for hairy pits, and these are a wet dream.
Realizing he can't wear his good trainers, I head back to the bedroom to grab an old pair of flip flops of my own. I notice in his discarded clothes pile is his pair of American Eagle boxer briefs. The white waist band went down to light blue material. He must be going commando! I should have stayed in the room while he was changing. Dammit!
Grabbing the flip-flops, I go back and hand them to him. He slips them on, and we head back outside.
Over the next hour of sanding and finishing the wood trim, I showed him what to do, and he picked it up pretty quickly. It's not brain science, so I am not all that surprised. But it's nice that I didn't have to babysit and watch everything he was doing. However, I was doing my fair amount of watching.
I couldn't keep my eyes off him. The shorts dipped down the crack of his ass just perfectly. The heat of the summer made him sweat just as I was. He also decided to take off his tank top. That did not do me any favors. Thankfully, the lumber was elevated on saw horses, and it was obscuring my own hard cock from his view most of the time. When I wasn't behind the wood, I had to be careful to not show off the tenting too much. The sweat was glistening on his skin. His treasure trail was becoming a treasure stream with the sweat. Fortunately, I was sweating too, and that was disguising the precum spot on my shorts.
He seemed to be doing a better job of keeping his hands less sticky than I did. I guess his video game playing gave him a leg up there.
After about three hours of work, it was way too hot, and we had to wait for the finish to dry.
"Let's hang out on the porch. I'll grab us something to drink while this all dries", I say to Trevor.
"Ok. Cool", he says.
He follows me up the steps and sits down in one of the chairs. He stretches out in one of the Adirondack chairs as I head inside to grab something cold to drink. I look in the fridge and decide to grab a couple of waters and a couple of beers.
As I get back to the porch, I see Trevor's eyes widen. "Hell", I think to myself. "Is my cock that obvious?" I tried hiding it with the bottles. Maybe I didn't do that good of a job.
"Beer?", he asks.
"yeah. I was getting a couple for myself, but do you want one? I guess that will be ok. You just can't say anything to your parents. Ok?"
"Yeah. That's fine. It's just my dad, and he is away for a couple of days anyways," he replies.
I hand him one, and our hands touch on the cold bottle, maybe for a little too long. I had better sit down quick, or my hardening cock is going show even more -- if that is even possible.
We didn't talk much over the past few hours as we had music playing. Over the beer and water, I learned a bit more about him, and him me. We actually both had some stuff in common. While his gym options are limited out here, he did spend some time in the weight room at school during the basketball season. He is looking forward to becoming more dedicated when he is in college in the fall. He also mountain bikes on the number of trails in the area. It's fairly wooded with lots of preservation lands out here. It's perfect for a ride. He was particularly coy when the topic of dating came up.
"Hmmm.... Maybe there is hope," I think.
He asks me about any girls, and I tell him flat out that there are none of those for me. I am not interested. He seemed confused until I said, "I'm gay."
"Wow" was all he could say. I wondered if I just scared him away. He got oddly quiet for a good fifteen seconds, but he added, "That's cool."
Phew. That's a relief.
"Hey. I need to go to the bathroom", he said as he got up and went inside.
After about thirty seconds, I bring the empties inside, and ask "Want another?"
I don't hear a reply, so I head to check on Trevor. The bathroom door isn't closed all the way. This door never latches tightly. That's on my list to fix too. As I get closer to the doorway, I hear a familiar sound and some faint moaning.
I can see him from the crack of the door, and his shorts (well, my shorts) are down around his ankles, and he is standing there stroking his cock. Based on the bulge he had going on, I thought he might have some good meat between his legs. Now, I got confirmation. He's using both hands to stroke his uncut cock that has to be at least eight inches long. His hands can barely close around his shaft. His knees are slightly bent and his head is back with his eyes closed from the ecstasy that he is experiencing. I can see his fuzzy nuts swaying back and forth as he aggressively slides his hands back and forth. His shiny cock head appearing on the down stroke and disappearing on the upstroke. I can't tell if he found my lube in the bathroom or if its all just precum. Either way, it is hot at hell. I found myself reaching down into my shorts, grabbing my own ten inch long cut cock, pulling it out, and joining him in mutual, solo pleasure.
In an attempt to get a little closer, I was constrained by my shorts that fell down around my own ankles, and I banged into the wall.
Trevor froze with cock in hands.
So did I.
"Oh, shit!" we both exclaimed, looking at each other.
I smile at him as he still has his cock in his hands. His impressive cock is still rock hard, and a drip of precum starts falling to the floor. "Guess we have the same problem. I can't go more than a couple of hours without shooting off a load. I have found its always better with some help. Want some?"
His face turns bright red and it spreads down to his chest. Its so damn sexy.
"Come on," I tell him as I lift up my shorts so I don't fall, but leave my toned ass on full display as I walk away from him. It was a gamble, but I figured that he was interested based on the dripping precum.
I head into the living room and sit down on the couch, kicking off my shorts. My balls hang down and my cock points up. Trevor slowly comes into the room. He gathered up his shorts similarly to the way I did. His cock is still in right hand, and he is holding the shorts just under his fine ass with his left hand. He glances at my shorts on the floor, and he kicks his off too.
Trevor sits down next to me on the couch. He sits just far enough that our legs do not touch.
"Get closer. It will be easier to reach," I tell him.
He slides over so that our legs touch. Upon contact, my cock jumps and lets out a long drip of precum. He gasps. I laugh.
"Body contact always helps it leak more precum. It looks like it's the same for you", I said as I see a small river of precum oozing out from his foreskin.
"In person, I've only seen other guys in the locker room, and they were never hard. It's so different than porn", he admits.
"Yeah, it sure is. It also feels a lot better than stroking your own. Go ahead and stroke mine, if you want".
"Ok."
His touch with his right hand was tentative at first. He just held it and squeezed it, which only made more precum flow. His hand couldn't wrap around my girth. It felt so damn good. I had to hold back. I didn't want to cum so quickly. I can usually hold out for a long time, but this cock tease had me horned up all afternoon long. I was ready to burst.
Trevor eventually started stroking my cock, using my precum as lube. He started moaning, and I could see he was still steel hard. His foreskin was retracted, and his cock head was turning deeper red with each throb.
I reached over with my left hand and decided to help him out a bit.
"Oh fuck!", he groaned. His cock jumped in my hand, and I could tell that he was not going to last long. I didn't want to rush it, and I sure as hell did not want him to bolt out of there once he shot his load. I had to bring him back to earth a bit.
"That feel good?", I ask .
"Yeah."
"Like I said, It's a whole lot better with some help. Isn't it?"
"Yeah, it sure is Mike. This feels great. I've wondered what it would feel like with a cock other than my own in my hand", he added.
"Well, we got a few weeks to try this again. There is no need to get it all out this one time. If you need to blow, that's cool. There will be many other opportunities to do this again".
"Good. I have a feeling that I will want to do this again, and I am getting so fucking close."
He barely got a chance to finish that last breathy comment before he shot his load. He groaned, and his cock tensed and released wad after wad of cum over his hairless chest, down his treasure trail, and down into his pubes. Rarely did I experience a guy shooting so much cum. It all looked so damn tasty. I was afraid he would freak out if I licked it up, so I held back.
That proved to be a good move, as I became ready to shoot my load just as Trevor was finishing his. He kept on stroking my cock as I started to unload. The first shot of cum hit me in the face. The next few hit my taught chest, and then down to my six pack, and finally into my pubes. It took me a minute to catch my breath after that orgasm.
When I opened my eyes, I realized that Trevor was still holding onto my cock, playing with it, and I was holding onto his semi-deflated cock. I have always loved post-orgasm cock play. Trevor apparently did too.
"That was incredible", he said.
"Yeah, it was", was all I could muster. "It's been a while since I shot a load like that", I added after a few moments.
"Me too. That was so hot. I can't wait to do it again," he said excitedly.
Guess I did not scare him off. Looks like it should be an interesting couple of weeks.
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