Chapter 3
Their flight to Orlando connected through O'Hare. Everything was remarkably efficient, and the planes were on schedule. Once on the ground in Florida, they collected their shared piece of luggage and picked up the rental car Keith had reserved.
Their motel wasn't anything fancy, but it was clean and convenient. Keith could have sprung for far more luxurious accommodations if he'd not been afraid Trevor would feel more like a "kept" man. Trevor's frame of mind was more important to Kevin than the extras he might have enjoyed in some other facility.
Trevor was becoming increasingly important to him. He prayed that he wouldn't end up with a broken heart when Trevor couldn't return the affection he was developing. Ah well, "nothing venture; nothing gained," "better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," and a host of other adages echoed in his mind.
Clad in boxer-like swim trunks and T's, they made use of the tiny exercise room at the motel the next morning. They traded back and forth on the stationary bike and treadmill to warm up. Then they used the barbells for strength training. In the future, they decided to try running on the beach for aerobic exercise.
After the complimentary breakfast, they stopped at a restaurant which advertised it would pack a lunch approved for the South Beach diet. If they were to survive their vacation without packing on pounds, it seemed like the best way to go.
Eventually, they made their way to the number 13 parking lot and put their supplies into a beach bag which Trevor insisted on carrying. Under their trunks, they wore the skimpy posing briefs Trevor had purchased for competitions. Clad in those and flipflops, they crossed the wooden bridges over the dunes and onto the beach.
There was already a good-sized crowd of people, most of them nude. When the guys had walked far enough up the shore to find more solitude, they spread their towel and removed everything.
Keith got out the bottle of sunscreen and offered to apply it to Trevor's back – anywhere he couldn't reach. In doing so, his hands moved from shoulders to buns.
Trevor returned the favor.
The combination of touching each other's body and being totally naked in a public place caused them both to get hard – steely hard.
"I guess we have no secrets at this point," Keith quipped.
"Not many, at least," Trevor responded, thinking of the fact he was still in the closet.
"Guess we should lie face-down till we, um cool down," Keith laughed. "Then I think we could possibly cool off even more in the surf before we stroll the beach and check out the scenery."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"I'm glad I'm not doing this alone," Keith said, as they walked along the beach. "You're my protection against unwanted attention."
"I thought you were intent on showing off your bod," Trevor grinned. "It's certainly improving the scenery."
"I was, and I am, but I'm not looking to get laid. Since we're together, the ladies aren't likely to go for us unless they're hunting in pairs, and the gay guys will probably assume we're a couple."
"True, unless they're hunting in pairs. I've heard some men are interested in variety as long as their partner is involved so they don't feel that they're cheating."
"Hmm... I guess that blows my theory out of the water. I could go back and lie on my towel if you want to get picked up."
"Nope, I'm like you, and I do think being together provides a safeguard."
Those words had scarcely left Trevor's lips before a nice-looking 30-something guy spoke to them.
"Jeez! I wish I didn't have to leave already. You two look good enough to eat! Haven't I seen you modeling underwear on International Jock?"
"You might have seen my buddy's pic from a body-building contest. It was on-line in several places," Keith said, proudly. He's the stud."
"You both are!" the man replied. "God, I wish we could get together."
Their week followed a pattern of alternating between the beach and seeing other sights.
They spent the next day at Disney World. Perhaps they were a bit old to be enjoying the park as much as they did. However, as someone once said, "mature male" is an oxymoron. In any case, they acted like a couple of teenagers and loved every minute.
The day after, they went back to the beach to sun naked again. This time, they didn't bone up as easily because they felt less inhibited. Again, they received lots of admiring looks from members of both sexes.
Their next tour was to the space center. They found it quite educational.
Other trips included the Epcot Center and a stained-glass museum.
By the end of their vacation, they'd seen a lot of sights and had flawless allover tans. Both could have graced the cover of a body-building magazine.
Back at home, the rest of Trevor's school year was passing rapidly. Although he was a busy young man, he was keeping his grades high. Perhaps it was the effect of being out from under his father's disapproving glare. Maybe it had to do with knowing he needed to succeed on his own. Or maybe it was being part of a caring household.
It was difficult for him to define his life with Keith. They seemed to have a level of affection for each other, but could it be called, love? Love didn't necessarily imply a physical relationship. There is such a thing as brotherly love. He certainly appreciated whatever it was. Yet, he longed for it to be even closer. He definitely had a crush on his housemate, and it was becoming more and more difficult to conceal it.
In April, before Keith's tan had a chance to fade, Trevor convinced him to pose in his well-screened backyard for a photoshoot. Keith agreed to it after he found his stats were even better than they'd been five weeks before. Trevor took several shots, some of them rather erotic.
Together, they picked one that was flattering without being overly sexy, after Trevor slightly blurred the bulge in his posing briefs. He kept the original, of course, because it really showed off Keith's package.
After the poster went up at the gym, Trevor gained five new male clients. Sex sells!
Trevor enrolled in the first session of summer school. He wanted to have more than enough credits to graduate in December, but he didn't want to spend his whole summer without a break. Again, he did well in his classes while maintaining an increased load at the gym.
He was able to pay his current tuition bill and save for the fall term. For the first time in years, he had the comfort of knowing he was solvent.
He remembered his father's parting words. They had been meant as a threat but had turned out to be more of a blessing. He realized they no longer had any effect on him emotionally. He would never have to beg for anything from his parents again, and it was all thanks to Keith. He hoped to find a way to repay him someday.
Keith talked to Trevor about having another getaway before summer was over. He had more vacation time available, but he didn't want to go somewhere by himself. He used his dependence on his trainer as a justification for taking Trevor along.
"There's no telling if I'd stay on the straight and narrow if you weren't there to watch over me," he said.
"That's a pretty flimsy excuse," Trevor snorted. "You're as self-disciplined as anyone I know, certainly more than any other client I have currently. What's the real reason?"
Keith was taken aback by Trevor's direct challenge. He decided to level with him, at least in part.
"Okay, you got me. The truth is that I really enjoy your company and I want you to experience the same things I am. I've become closer to you than anyone else. You're my best bud. We're like brothers."
Trevor decided not to push the issue of their relationship any further because he sensed it was making Keith uncomfortable. For a split-second, he'd thought Keith might declare his love for him. But that hadn't happened. He'd have to settle for having a close brother.
"So, what do you have in mind? I'm sure you don't have any unused airline miles."
"No, but we could spend a week in a cabin at a lake. Grandpa has one on Lake Jefferson in Minnesota, and it's not a bad drive from here. He rents it out occasionally to friends, but I can reserve it on short notice. We can swim, fish, water ski or just lie around in the sun."
"That sounds wonderful! I'll be happy to rearrange my appointments or pass them to another trainer. Let's do it."
The family cabin was fancier than Trevor had imagined it would be. Instead of having junky leftover furniture, it was well-decorated - nicer than the motel they'd stayed in in Florida.
The small kitchen looked great, with gleaming white appliances that were better-looking than the one's Trevor's parents had in their home.
In addition to a decent ski-boat, there was fishing equipment and a small johnboat that they could take out on the water.
There was even a stretch of sandy beach for lying out on.
Clad in skimpy swim-briefs, with their life jackets nearby, the pair took the boat out for a tour around the lake. It was as smooth as glass, and they were careful not to create a big wake when the passed the docks of cabins on the other side.
"We'll need a spotter to be legal if we ski," Keith said. "Usually, there's someone around who will do that if we give them turns as well. I'll have to see who's around."
Just as they were heading toward their dock, they spotted an athletic-looking kid on the pier next door. He smiled and waved, and they returned his greeting.
"Is that your cabin?" the boy called.
"Yup, it belongs to the Pence family. I'm Keith and this is my housemate, Trevor Hanson. We're up here for the week. Are you?"
"Actually, it down here. I live in the Twin Cities. I'm Chad Moreland. Are you going to be skiing?"
"We are, but we need a spotter. Would you care to join us?"
"Fer sure! I'm here pretty much alone for several days, unless a friend can get time off, and I'm lovin' it. But I can't do more than fish on my own."
"Cool! We can all have fun together. Would you have supper with us? We have steaks to grill."
"I shouldn't because I have fish that won't be as good if they're not used."
"Here's a thought. Why don't you bring the fish and join us? We can have turf and surf. We've got baking potatoes and salad to put with it."
"Cool!"
Chad was just 17, but he appeared more mature than that. He had good conversational skills which made him seem wise beyond his years.
The addition of fresh fish was a welcome treat. There was plenty for everyone to have a good taste.
"Are you guys models or something?" Chad asked as they sat on the screened porch looking out on the lake after they'd eaten and cleaned up the kitchen.
"I'm a computer programmer and Trevor's a physical trainer. He was in a body-building competition last winter and he's helped me buff up, but neither of us has done any modeling."
"You could. Your bodies are as good or better than the guys who do the videos for Andrew Christian."
"Thanks! I've been working diligently to get into shape."
"You've done it for sure.
"You're both out of college then?"
"I have a semester left," Trevor told him. "I'm a non-trad. I should have been finished three years ago but things got in the way. My goal is to get hired as a trainer with a high school or college."
"Our swim team has a trainer. He's pretty much there for other sports too. I guess it gets kinda hard when seasons overlap."
They went on to talk more about Chad's school, but finally, he yawned and said he should go to sleep since he'd been up before dawn to fish.
The guys agreed to go skiing around 9:00 in the morning when the fishermen would be stopping for the day.
"That's one nice kid!" Keith exclaimed when they were alone again.
"Yeah, if there are enough of them, I might like to work at a high school. I'm told college is better because athletes are more mature and focused."
"I'm sure you've been told correctly. I think our young neighbor might be the exception rather than the rule."
"Not to change the subject, but where would you like me to sleep?
Keith was tempted to say, "in the queen-size bed with me," but he didn't.
"We could share the room with the twin beds and have only one bedroom to tidy up when we leave."
"Sounds like a plan," Trevor smiled.
Sharing a room with Keith was better than nothing.
The next day as they were out on the water, Keith spotted someone descending the steps from Chad's cabin. Trevor was skiing, Chad was the spotter, and Keith was driving the boat. He told Chad there was a visitor and signaled Trevor that they were heading for the dock.
"That must be Tracy!" Chad exclaimed.
"Ah, the girlfriend has come to visit!" Keith teased.
"Nope, Tracy's a guy, and when you get close that will be obvious. I thought he was coming tomorrow afternoon."
As they got close enough to the shore for Trevor to drop the rope, Keith got a better look at Tracy. His unshaved, scruffy look wasn't the only thing to establish his gender. The bulge in his nylon shorts left no doubt.
When the boat was tied up to the pier, Chad jumped out to give his visitor a hug. Then, he made the introductions all around.
"Hey, I didn't mean to interrupt your fun," Tracy said. "I guess you didn't see my text."
"My phone's in the cabin; I didn't want to risk having it go into the lake!" Chad answered.
"No prob. I didn't have to work this morning because of a supply glitch, so I get to start my break early."
"Are you eager to go skiing?" Keith asked.
"I'd love to but it's nearly lunchtime," Tracy replied.
"I have a suggestion," Trevor spoke up. "You guys could take Tracy for a spin around the lake while I set out things for lunch. We have plenty, so the four of us should eat together."
"This is an awesome lunch!" Tracy announced. "It's delicious and there's nothing that's not good for a person's body."
"That's because my life-coach keeps me on a good diet," Keith smiled.
"These guys fed me last night, and supper was awesome too.
"By the way, I need to pay you back. You can't keep feeding me for free."
"As I recall, you contributed fresh fish to our meal," Trevor said. "You've already paid in kind."
Tracy complimented both men on their bodies. Given his own physique, he knew what he was talking about.
The four of them skied again in the afternoon but didn't stay out for more than a couple of hours. They all planned to have a short nap before evening.
Chad told the men they weren't allowed to feed them supper because Tracy was taking him into St. Peter to eat.
"Well, there's another kid who might convince me to work with high schoolers," Trevor mused as the pair sat on the screen porch watching the sun fade into the west.
"He seems like another keeper. Those two appear to be very close. I'm wondering if they're boyfriends. They're quite affectionate with each other."
"Perhaps. But they could be `brothers' like you and me."
Keith and Trevor continued to sit on the porch after it got dark. It was peaceful and quiet. There was a partial moon to light the lake, and the sounds of frogs and loons reminded them that they were far away from hustle and bustle of their busy lives.
Sound tends to carry in settings like that. The men heard giggling next door followed by a `shushing' noise. They looked out toward the neighboring pier to see the teens waking on it with towels around their waists. When the kids got to the end, they dropped the towels, revealing their nude bodies. Then they turned toward each other and kissed before diving in feet-first holding hands. Keith had his answer, and he wished he were as brave as they.
The men and the teens spent quite a bit of time on the water together and shared meals. The boys insisted on treating them to a meal in a local restaurant the night before they'd all be leaving for their homes.
The barbequed ribs weren't in keeping with the men's usual regimen, but they were worth taking the occasional break. Keith couldn't remember having better ones. Perhaps that was in part due to having avoided such delicacies for several months.
Chad and Tracy were leaving very early in the morning, so, after exchanging contact information, they said their farewells when they got back to the lake that evening. The teens hugged the men like brothers.
Once back into the swing of things, life continued apace. Trevor kept his regular clients but stopped taking new ones and walk-ins. Other trainers were eager to increase their load and he was just as happy to have more time to spend on his studies. While he could always use the money, his degree would be his ticket to the future. Keith had sessions only once a week and was maintaining his weight and muscle-tone without more. Of course, they worked out together at home. Often it was a way to relieve stress and avoid indulging in food for comfort.
New threats of hacker-attacks on the electrical grid kept Keith very busy and disturbed his sleep at times. He hated to think of what could happen if he didn't keep developing programs to thwart them.
The guys felt like they were living in a time-warp. Their vacation at the lake seemed years in the past, but Thanksgiving was rapidly approaching. It would be good to have a bit of a break again.
"I hope I haven't put us under too much pressure by hosting Thanksgiving dinner this year," Keith sighed.
"Nah, it'll be fine. We have the main course under control and your mom and grandma are suppling sides and desserts. We keep the house tidy anyway. All we have to do is put the turkey in early enough and set the table."
"Thanks for bringing me back down to reality," Keith grinned. "What would I do without my life-coach?"
"So, what are you going to do when my `contract' runs out next month?"
"I was thinking of modifying it."
"How?"
Feeling the time had come to be totally transparent, Keith drew a deep breath and went for it.
"I want you to move in with me. We can start immediately, if it's okay with you."
"I already live with you."
"I want you to move into my room – into my bed," Keith swallowed. "Please say you feel the same about me as I do about you! Please say you'll marry me. Please say this is for the long haul."
"YES! YES! YES!"
They stood in the kitchen embracing and crying.
Dinner was a success, and everyone enjoyed being together. Keith and Trevor were the perfect hosts.
Beth was on her best behavior, but she thought she could detect a new level of closeness between her nephew and his housemate. She kept her mouth closed because she didn't want anything to overshadow her announcement.
After a few months of marriage, Mark and she were expecting their first child. It was too early in the pregnancy to know if it would be a boy or a girl.
When the last of their company had departed, Keith took Trevor into his arms again. They kissed deeply, causing their entire bodies to respond.
"So, do you want to share a shower and see where this leads, or should we wait on the honeymoon until after we're wed?"
"I've been lusting for you for so long that I don't think I can hold off another minute," Trevor proclaimed.
"I have this fantasy of us with our bodies oiled up, wearing those extremely revealing posing trunks you have," Keith licked his lips.
"That sounds fine to me, as long as you have something to protect your bedding from the oil, or we shower it off before we do what else I want to do."
They applied the oil to each other's body in their workout room in the basement where they'd installed a big mirror on one wall. Using Keith's good-quality camera, they took shots of one another, and then together with the tripod and timer. Some of the pix were downright pornographic, featuring steely cocks peeking out of their scant covering.
Throwing an old washable blanket over the exercise mat, they stripped and lay down to rub their bodies together. As horny as they were, it took very little time to produce results. Even after they cooled down from their orgasms, they continued to make out, spreading the stickiness of their seed all over each other in the process.
A year to the day from when Trevor first moved into Keith's condo, the men went to the courthouse to make their union official. The following night, they held a dinner for Keith's parents, grandparents, and Aunt Beth and her husband, Mark.
For dessert, Keith brought out a sheet cake decorated in one corner with a short phrase. It read, "I told you so." Beth understood that Keith was ready to eat her words. She smiled, as she recorded it on her cell phone.
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