Grandparents have one very important thing in common with their teenage grandchildren - the desire for independence. Therefore, they are likely to provide more freedom and to be less critical of the results. Mine were the perfect examples.
I'd always looked forward to my summer visits with Gramps and Grams, but the visits became more important as I grew older. Besides being great people, my grandparents let me explore beyond the constraints that were imposed the rest of the year. And when I reported back on my adventures, they didn't probe for details I wasn't willing to surrender. As a result, I was more inclined to be open with them.
After leaving the bookstore, I returned to my grandparents' ocean-front condo and quietly let myself inside. As expected, mid-afternoon naps were in progress. I put my video in a hidden compartment in my suitcase. I looked forward to watching the last part, but that would have to wait until I got home and had more privacy.
Wearing my white speedo, I headed to the beach for a swim and the walk I'd lied about earlier. That gave me a chance to think about the day. Trevon had opened up a whole new world for me, one I wanted to explore some more. I began to think about a few guys back home who might be more knowledgeable than I was. I had a suspicion Josh had been experimenting, and comments by some of my friends took on more significance.
When I got back to the condo, the grandparents were awake. Gramps was on his computer and greeted me as I came in. Grams was having coffee on the balcony. I grabbed a soft drink and went out to join her.
Grams looked up, smiling. "Sit beside me and tell me about your day. Did you have a good walk?"
I sat down and replied honestly, more or less. "Yes, I did. And I made a new friend. A kid my age who lives a few blocks from here."
She smiled at me. "I'm glad to hear that. There aren't any young people your age nearby, and I worry about that sometimes when you visit. Did you have a good time?"
"Yes, I did. His name is Trevon, and he wants me to visit him tomorrow."
"Do you know how to get to his house? We can help you with that if you want."
"Thanks, but I can do it myself. It's only a few blocks, and I have good directions."
"Can you do that in the afternoon? Your grandfather and I would like to take you shopping in the morning and then have lunch at the mall. You need some new summer clothes. Those PE shorts you wear all the time are wearing out."
"That would be fine. I have a pair of cargo shorts I can wear too, but I know I need more than that, and I could use a shirt or two, if that's okay. I appreciate you doing this for me."
Grams took my hand. "We only get to see you two weeks each year, and we like to take the chance to spoil you a little bit."
I squeezed her hand. "I don't mind being spoiled a little bit."
As a result of the shopping trip, it was mid-afternoon before I walked back to the bookstore. I hoped Trevon would be there - it was later than he'd suggested. I was wearing a new muscle shirt like his along with the cargo shorts I'd acquired from him.
Harold was in the same location as before. I was prepared with a dollar in my hand, but he stopped me before I put it in his hat.
"Hi, TJ. It's been a good day for me, so spend your dollar on yourself today." He gave me a conspiratorial grin. "I know it's not enough for a good sex toy, but it will be a start."
I grinned back. "I didn't learn anything about sex toys yet. Maybe that's today's lesson."
He smiled. "That may be true, but there's a slight change in plans. The cops have been hanging around, so I have instructions to direct you to the back of the building. Do you remember the lady who was standing on the street corner yesterday?"
"Yes, I do."
"Her name is Jasmine. Go around the corner to the alley. She'll be waiting for you there, and she'll show you the back entrance."
"Okay, thanks. I'll do that."
That all seemed a little mysterious, but Harold had been very straightforward the day before and I trusted him. I walked to the corner where Jasmine waited. She smiled at me.
"Hi, TJ. If Harold didn't tell you, I'm Jasmine. I'll show you the entrances."
The alley was narrow and dark, and there were a couple of older teens leaning against the back wall, smoking and talking. They looked at me with bold curiosity. I had the feeling that if I'd been alone, I might have been mugged. Gangs and drugs came to mind. Jasmine must have been reading my thoughts.
"They aren't a bad sort, TJ. They're just suspicious of strangers. Once they see you with Trevon, you'll be accepted. Now, there's two doors here. The one on the left is the delivery door for the bookstore. The one on the right is for the apartment above."
She rang the doorbell. Muffled footsteps could be heard on the stairs, and Trevon opened the door. He was wearing the white PE shorts, and he looked hotter than hell.
Trevon grinned at me. "Good to see you, bro. Thanks a lot for escorting him here, Jasmine, I appreciate it."
Jasmine smiled at him. "No problem, Trev. I'm always glad to help out."
I entered the building, and Trevon closed the door. I stood in a clean tiled entryway. Trevon led me up the stairway to a comfortable carpeted living room, furnished with overstuffed couches and chairs. The notable feature was a huge TV screen on one wall.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Trev. Gramps and Grams took me shopping this morning. Having pockets today, I have my cell phone. We need to exchange numbers."
Trevon squeezed my shoulder. "No problem with being late, bro." He looked me over and smiled. "We're dressed like yesterday, except the other way around. I love these shorts. I jogged to the beach this morning, and they got a lot of attention."
I smiled. "And I love these cargo shorts. I got some attention on the way up here, too."
He laughed. "That may also have something to do with your hot body. Now, I should fill you in on why the back door entry today. Harold probably told you, the cops have been snooping around. There's been a couple out on the sidewalk, and a plainclothes cop showed up in the store. Phil and Harold made him right away. He looked around a little and left. It's a good thing you showed up yesterday, or you wouldn't have gotten in."
I grinned. "Yeah, I'd have missed a new friend and an awesome experience. So, tell me a little about Harold and Jasmine."
"The bottom line is that Harold is a pimp, and more. He pretty much controls what goes on in the street for a couple block area. He has a couple of enforcers that you may meet later. There's no drugs in his area, but he gets part of the take from Jasmine and a few other ladies. They pick up customers because of the bookstore. The bookstore benefits from Harold's presence. It makes for a good working relationship and a drug-free neighborhood. It's a win-win all the way around."
What had Harold said? "It's a bit different here than in Twin Falls, Idaho, isn't it?" It sure was. And I better understood his comment about Trevon keeping me out of trouble.
"Thanks a lot for the background. It's a different world from what I know. I'll be sticking close to you."
He smiled. "Yeah, that will be best. But let me show you the rest of the place."
In addition to the living room, the apartment had three bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen/laundry/dining area. It was clean, newly-painted, and well-lighted. As he showed me around, Trevon filled me in on other things.
"I grew up in this apartment, and now I live here with my brother Jalen and our friend Hunter. Our parents divorced a couple years ago. Mom lives in Houston now with her new husband. My dad remarried and lives with his new wife, probably not far from your grandparents. So now it's just us boys in the apartment."
Trevon showed me his and Hunter's rooms, and then moved on to the larger of the bedrooms. I recognized it immediately, especially the old-style wrought-iron bed. Trevon was watching me and laughed.
"I think you just connected some dots."
I probably looked shocked. "Yeah, I guess I did."
"Hunter is nineteen and works in the bookstore. Now that Jalen is eighteen, he works there part-time, too. On the side, they make amateur porn videos. The only place they show them so far is in our arcade. Dad gives them part of the take, but they'd like to get wider distribution."
"My project started it. We got the equipment for the arcade booth, then Jalen and Hunter got interested in making videos. They do most of their work here. Some of the cameras are stationary, but one or two cameramen are needed. I often do that, particularly if both Jalen and Hunter are in the video."
I was still trying to wrap my head around it. "The one I watched yesterday. Did they make it specifically for you, by any chance?"
Jalen grinned. "No, but it worked well, didn't it?"
I grinned back. "Yeah, very well. You've got your whole seduction scenario worked out in detail. Is it always that successful?"
He punched me in the arm playfully. "Nope. You were so hot to do it, it was like taking candy from a baby. You couldn't have played into my hands any better."
We returned to the living room. "Jalen and Hunter just left to play basketball at the park. We're gonna join them when we can." He looked at my feet. "You'll need shoes. I think a pair of mine will fit. Oh, by the way, can you stay overnight?"
My heart beat a little faster. I pulled out my phone. Grams approved the activity, no questions asked. She was glad I was having fun with my new friend, and she'd expect me home by noon the next day to meet some lunch guests. I assured her I'd be there. God bless grandparents.
While I took a trip to the bathroom, Trevon set up our phones with each other's numbers.
"Why don't you leave your phone here, bro? I'm gonna do that. It's too easy to lose or damage them playing basketball."
Or have them stolen, I thought. "Sounds good to me."
The city park was six blocks away, but we took a longer route through the neighborhood. Trevon wanted to show his new friend the high school he went to, where some of his friends lived, where he liked to hang out, which parts to steer clear of, and a variety of other details. By the time we arrived at the park an hour later, I knew a lot about Trevon and his life.
The park itself was nice, in an urban sort of way. Being used to wide open spaces, it didn't fit with my experience, but a lot of things fell into that category at the moment.
We found Jalen and Hunter playing one-on-one. Jalen knew who I was, of course, but Trevon introduced me to both of them. I wasn't surprised to discover that Jalen was the black kid in the arcade video. Hunter was white, but he wasn't in the video.
Hunter was about my height, slender and hard. His short blond hair was a little darker than mine. Jaylen was a couple inches taller than me and had the muscular body of a wrestler. He was as hot and youthful in real life as he'd been in the video. I felt an immediate attraction. In spite of having gone all the way with Trevon, I still held tight to the fantasy of being the white kid he'd fucked in the video.
Jaylen gave me a high five and grinned at me knowingly. "It's nice to officially meet you, Country Boy. You and Trev put on an awesome first-time show. You'd make a great porn star. You're a natural at it."
I was embarrassed. "Well, thank you, I think. It was a lot of fun."
Hunter did a fist bump accompanied by a grin. "You're as hot as Trev said you were, Country Boy. I haven't seen the video yet, but I'm looking forward to it. Are you ready for some hoops action?"
It seemed I had a new nickname. "Yeah, and Trev and I are gonna beat your asses."
Jalen and Hunter laughed, and Hunter replied. "We'd make a bet on that, but we wouldn't wanna take your money after Trev took your virginity."
I smiled. "That's kind of you, but you may be in for a surprise."
Suddenly, I was on my own turf. Basketball I understood. I'd been on the ninth grade team the year before, and had done well as center. Trevon had told me about his experience as guard on his school's JV team. We were better matched with Jalen and Hunter than they realized.
We played for over an hour. Jalen and Hunter never won a game.
When we got back to the apartment, Jalen ordered pizza, and we all took showers. Trevon started a load of laundry. Finished with my shower, I walked out of the bathroom with a towel tucked around my waist and my cargo shorts in my hand.
"Any chance I could wash these?"
Trevon grinned. "Yeah, they needed washing when I gave them to you. Toss them in and we'll run the load. I can get you something to wear until they're dry if you want."
The rest of them were wearing boxer shorts. "That's okay. I'll stick with the towel."
The pizza wouldn't be there for another twenty minutes, so we sat around the living room talking. I learned that Jalen and Hunter would be going to college in the fall. Jalen wanted to study cinematography. Hunter was going into computer science with a focus on computer animation. They wanted to get into the adult film industry, but their real goal was to produce quality gay-oriented films.
I learned more about Trevon too, mostly from Jalen. Trevon was doing very well with math and science and had an engineering degree in mind. They also learned more about me, my life in rural Idaho, and my plans for an agriculture degree. I wasn't planning to go far from home.
The doorbell rang. Jalen went to get the pizza. Hunter pulled soft drinks out of the refrigerator. Trevon grabbed plates and silverware.
Jalen put the pizza on the kitchen table. "Time to eat. Then we're gonna watch your video. Hunter hasn't seen it yet."
I grinned. "Awesome! I haven't seen the last part yet either."
Most of the pizza disappeared quickly, along with water and soft drinks. While Trevon set up the DVD player, the rest of us cleaned up and put away the leftovers. We sat down on the two couches facing the TV, Trevon and Hunter on one, Jalen and me on the other.
Jalen looked at Hunter. "I wonder if we should have a live sex show before we start."
Hunter grinned. "Yeah. Kind of like a warm-up performance."
Trevon pitched in. "What did you have in mind?"
"Wanna teach Country Boy how to sixty-nine?"
Trevon stood and took off his shorts. "Drop that towel, bro. We're gonna have some fun."
Trevon dropped onto his back. "Kneel over me with your head the other way. Yeah, like that. See that boner in front of you?"
"Yeah."
"Do what I do."
Trevon pulled me down a little, put my pole in his mouth, and twirled his tongue around the end. Once more, this was something new. I grabbed Trevon's pole and looked at it. I could do this. I leaned over and swallowed it.
There were cheers and encouragement from the audience.
"That's the way to do it, Country Boy!"
"Yeah, Country Boy. Deep throat that thing!"
This was all new to me, of course, but I caught on quickly. What Trevon did to my pole, I did to his. It worked both ways. It was like I had my own in my mouth. I soon lost track of which was which. It was all one pole that we were both licking and swallowing.
We kept it up for several minutes with ongoing comments and suggestions from Jalen and Hunter. Then one of Trevon's hands moved to caress my ass. Very soon, a finger slipped into my asshole.
Then he came. As he shot his load down my throat, I did my best to swallow it. His finger pressed tightly against my prostate. A quick swirl of his tongue and it was all over.
I looked at his shrinking cock lying where I'd dropped it. Now it was his again, and mine was mine, except for what we'd both left behind.
I stood up, cum dripping off my chin. "You fucker! That wasn't fair!"
Trevon was laughing his ass off. "All's fair in fucking and fighting, bro."
I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.
Jalen smiled as he tossed me my towel. "How did you like that?"
I snagged the towel, grinning as I wiped my face. "It was fun, including Trev's finger up my ass."
Hunter laughed. "Stick around for a while, Country Boy. There's still more fun things to learn."
Trevon sat down beside Hunter, still naked. Following his lead, I plopped down beside Jalen, stealing a quick glance at his hot body. I wished he'd take off his shorts so I could see his hard pole better.
Trevon started the video. I'd seen the first part, but it turned me on to be watching Trevon fuck me. Hunter was enjoying his first time watching it.
"This is the best amateur first-time video I've ever seen. It's a great natural performance. If you two weren't underage, we could make this the core of a longer video and make some money off of it."
I grinned at him. "I don't think I'm ready for the big time yet. But I am gonna have fun showing it to my cousin when I get home."
Jared went to his room and came back with a dildo. I hadn't spent a lot of time looking at them in the store, so I was surprised by how life-like it seemed.
"This is a replica of a famous porn star's pole. He's not the biggest in the industry, but he is bigger than Trevon. Why don't you play with this while you watch the rest of the video? You can get an idea of what it's like to have a big one inside."
I put my feet up on the couch and spread my legs a little, easing the tip of the dildo inside. I hoped what I was doing excited Jalen like it excited me.
The second part of the video had started. Jalen had used the overhead camera. Watching myself fuck Trevon turned me on big time. It was like experiencing it all over again. As I watched the video, I slid the dildo in and out, slowly going deeper and deeper.
Jalen watched me with a grin. "Having fun?"
I stared at his crotch suggestively. "Oh, yeah! But it's not as good as the real thing."
He smiled and put an arm around my shoulder. "You're gonna get the real thing later." He pointed towards the other couch. "Trev is already getting it."
Trevon was on his back on the couch. Hunter was on top of him, kissing him passionately and slowly sliding his pole in and out of Trevon's ass. I'd envisioned Jalen and Hunter as a couple, so I was a little surprised.
I'd expected to end up in bed with Trevon. Now it looked like I'd get to spend the night with Jalen - in the bed where he'd fucked his white buddy. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine. I'd wanted to be that white kid in the video, and I might still get my chance.
Jalen took control of the dildo. "This feels better when someone else is doing it for you."
While Jalen slid the dildo in and out, I stroked my pole and watched the rest of the video. By the time it got to the part where I blew my load inside Trevon, precum was dripping down my pole and onto my balls.
Closing my eyes, I put my hands behind my head and leaned back into the softness of the couch, enjoying the dildo inside me and wishing it were Jalen's pole. It had felt so good to have Trevon shoot his sperm inside me. I wanted to feel that with Jalen, too.
Jalen leaned over and kissed me gently. I put a hand behind his head and kissed him back, squirming with pleasure as he slowly pushed the dildo the rest of the way in and then twisted it slightly as if to screw it in further.
"Do you want the real thing in there now?"
"Yeah."
I slowly pulled the dildo out and dropped it on my towel. Standing in front of me, Jalen pulled me to my feet and kissed me again, his hands roaming over my back and ass, pulling me tight against him. I put my hands behind his neck and kissed him back, grinding my naked body against his iron-hard pole.
He took my hand. "Come with me."
The streetlights below provided the only light in Jalen's bedroom. The open window brought the faint distant smell of the ocean, overwhelmed by exhaust fumes and an international blend of food odors. The sounds of the street invaded the room - a noisy mixture of car engines and horns, and the shouting and laughter of the pedestrians.
Jalen slowly guided me onto the bed. Moving on top of me, he pressed himself against me tightly and kissed me again. Our rigid poles rubbed against each other as our bodies twisted in a passionate embrace, our excitement growing. My fantasy was coming true. I spread my legs, anxious to feel him inside me.
Jalen's pole slid down, searching for the entry point. Then it was inside me. I gasped with pain. It was a lot bigger than Trevon's. As he slowly pushed it in, soft whines gave way to a howl that mingled with the noises of the street.
He was deep inside now, gradually penetrating further and further into my body, invading me in a way that Trevon's pole had only hinted at. As he slowly skewered me to the bed, I gripped the metal bars of the headboard and bit my lip to stifle another scream.
With a final push, he was all the way in. He began to move inside me, slowly at first, as if exploring the new territory, then more freely as he began to know it better.
The pain slowly gave way to pleasure, each thrust bringing a new combination of the two. The suspense of what would come next was intoxicating. I wanted it deeper, harder. I loved feeling the strength of his muscles behind each thrust. My legs wrapped around his ass and my hands grasped at his back, urging him on.
Then he was close to the edge. He slowed down, trying not to slip over, but it was too late. Grunting with pleasure, he drove in hard a half-dozen times, shooting more sperm with each thrust, breeding me like a stud bull.
He kissed me again and then rolled over beside me, gently caressing my chest and abs.
"You're one hell of a good fuck, Country Boy. And I think you like taking it rough."
I smiled. "If that was rough... yeah, I liked it."
"You're the hottest kid ever, TJ. I know it was painful - that goes with the territory - but I hope it was a good experience."
I grinned at him. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
He grinned back. "That's always a good sign."
It was quieter when I woke up in the early morning hours. A cool breeze blew in off the ocean. The streets were nearly silent. I got up and looked out the window. An occasional car went by. The street vendors were opening up their stands. Soon the vibrancy of the neighborhood would resume. It was different from the country, but it was good.
I turned and looked at Jalen, still sleeping, and I smiled. He was beautiful, a real hunk, and a genuine stud, too. He'd fucked me three times before we quit for the night. The second time, he taught me how to ride him cowboy-style. I loved being in control and having his jizz shoot up inside me.
The third time was the best, though. On my hands and knees with my legs spread wide, he'd fucked me from behind. Taking it rough took on new meaning, and I loved every minute of it. The harder and deeper he drove his pole in, the better I liked it. And he got me off, too. Twice in one evening wasn't a record, but having someone else make it happen was far more exciting than masturbation.
I stepped into the laundry room and pulled my clean cargo shorts out of the dryer. They didn't smell like Trevon anymore, but that was okay. I was adding memories to replace that.
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