I looked into the living room. There was some cleanup to be done. A couple pairs of underwear went into the laundry along with my towel from the day before. The dildo, I carried with me to the shower. Emerging from the shower, I dried myself and left the clean dildo by the bathroom sink. As open as everyone was about sex, no one should be surprised to find it there.
Zipping up my cargo shorts, I looked into Hunter's room. He was curled up behind Trevon, one arm holding him close. Jalen was still sleeping. Not wanting to disturb any of them, I went into Trevon's room and flopped down on the bed. It was early, and it had been an active night. I was asleep immediately.
The next thing I knew, Trevon was on the bed kneeling over me, waking me up with a kiss. I grabbed his head and kissed him back.
"What time is it?"
"Ten o'clock."
"That late? You should have woken me up earlier."
Trevon rolled over beside me and held my hand. "There was no reason to. From what Jalen said, you had a busy night. Hunter is working in the store today. Jalen is in his studio, editing one of their videos. I decided to let you get some rest."
Memories of the night before flooded back to me.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Yeah, it was a busy night. And one hell of a good time."
Trevon got off the bed and grinned at me. "From the sounds Hunter and I heard, I'm sure you were having fun. Somewhere after midnight, the bed was banging against the wall and you were screaming things like, 'Oh, Jesus, that's good! Fuck me harder, Jalen! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!'"
I looked at him in disbelief. "I really said those things? That must have been when he fucked me doggy-style. I remember enjoying it a lot, but I don't remember saying anything"
Trevon smiled. "You're a verbal bottom. Between that and the moaning and howls it's a wonder someone didn't call the cops."
He took my hand and pulled me off the bed. "For your information, Jalen enjoyed it as much as you did. He said you're the best fuck he's ever had, and he's had a few. Not bad for a white boy."
I laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment."
He kissed me on the lips. "It is. Now, let's go get you some breakfast."
In the kitchen, I sat down carefully at the table. Trevon noticed.
"A little sore today?"
I grimaced. "Yeah. I'm glad I don't have to ride a bicycle anywhere."
Trevon chuckled. "You'll be ready for more by tonight."
He poured me a cup of coffee and produced milk, orange juice, and cold cereal.
"Nothing fancy today. Sometimes we do a little better than this."
I dug into a bowl of corn flakes. "It's perfect. Thank you. I'll be eating again in two hours, so I don't need much right now."
I ate in silence for a while, formulating some thoughts and questions.
"When you asked me to stay overnight, I hoped I'd be in your bed with you."
Trevon smiled. "That's what I'd planned, but who sleeps in whose bed isn't always certain around here."
I looked up at him. "I was surprised you slept with Hunter. I thought he and Jalen were boyfriends."
Trevon thought a minute. "They are, but their relationship is very open. They also have sex with others in the videos they make, and outside of that, too. I have sex with Hunter sometimes, so last night wasn't unusual for me." He grinned at me. "Besides, it gave you a chance to have sex with the real stud in the house."
I grinned back. "Yeah, I was glad it worked out that way last night. Having sex with Jalen was a lot of fun. But I hope you and I have more opportunities to be together."
He smiled knowingly. "Don't worry about that. I'm planning on it."
I shut the front door of the condo. "Hey, Grams, I'm home."
"I'm in the kitchen fixing lunch. Come in and talk with me."
I gave Grams a kiss and sat on a stool at the breakfast bar, happy that it was padded.
"Did you have a good time with Trevon?"
"Yeah, I did. I met his brother and one of their friends. We went to the park and played basketball for a while. Trevon and I won all the games, even though the other two are three years older. Trevon is really good at basketball."
Grams smiled. "You know you are, too. I'm not surprised you won."
"So, who's coming to lunch that you wanted me to meet?"
"Our neighbors, Terrell and Molly. They're about your parents' age, maybe a little older. We've known Molly for a long time, but she recently married Terrell. He's a local businessman. Molly has heard a lot about you over the years, and I thought it would be a good time for you to get acquainted."
I sighed. "I suppose that means I gotta put on company clothes."
Grams looked at my twinkling eyes and knew I was kidding. She smiled.
"I don't think you own any company clothes. A T-shirt with sleeves would be nice, if you can manage that. And please turn off your phone and leave it in your room."
I grinned at her. "I think I can do all that."
Grams had set out a buffet lunch in the dining room. After I had been introduced to Terrell and Molly, and instructed by them to use their first names, we filled our plates and sat at the table, Grams and Gramps at the ends with Terrell and Molly across from me.
Terrell looked at me with a smile. "I'm very glad to meet you, Travis. Between Molly and your grandmother, I know enough about you already to feel like we've been friends for a long time. I understand you play basketball."
I smiled back. "Yes. I was on the ninth grade team last year. We did fairly well. Next year I'll be on the junior varsity team."
Grams had to be the bragging grandmother. "They won all their games. Travis was awarded both the most valuable player and the team spirit awards."
"Grams, you don't have to..."
Terrell broke in. "Someone has to brag about you if you won't blow your own horn."
Gramps pitched in. "You need to be proud of your achievements, Travis."
I acquiesced. "Okay, it was a good year for me as well as the team."
Molly winked at me. "That's better, Travis. Terrell has two boys, and the younger one is very good at basketball, too. You should meet him. I bet you'd get along very well with both of them."
It was Terrell's turn to brag. "Trevon's junior varsity team did quite well, too. Jalen doesn't do too bad at basketball either, but he's more into photography. He took a couple of classes in high school in still photography, and now he wants to get into the movie industry."
For about thirty seconds, I concentrated on eating while I considered the situation. How much did Trevon and Jalen tell their dad about their friends and life? How much would he reveal if he did know it? I'd have to play this one by ear. It took those thirty seconds for Grams to make the connection.
"Isn't Trevon the name of the boy you met two days ago? The boy you spent the afternoon with yesterday?"
I could have kissed Grams for saying "afternoon" instead of "night". She was a smart lady, but she outdid herself on that one. It was also the moment I began to wonder how much she'd already guessed about my sexual orientation.
Terrell looked at me intently. "Travis, you're not by any chance TJ, are you?"
I smiled at him. "Yes, that's what my friends call me. Including your two sons. And you are both welcome to call me TJ, too."
Terrell pushed himself back from the table and laughed out loud. He paused and looked at me, and laughed some more. Then he looked at Gramps and back at Grams, including both of them in his next comments.
"Trevon, Jalen and their friend Hunter live in the apartment above an adult bookstore, one of my businesses. It's the apartment my sons grew up in. Jalen called this morning to discuss some technical issues about the equipment there. Then he told me about this kid TJ that he and Trevon had met. He went on for quite a while about what a good basketball player TJ is, and how he's about the smartest and nicest kid they ever met. Both of them think he's the best thing since sliced bread." He looked back at me. "TJ, you definitely made two good friends. Three, because Hunter is equally enthusiastic."
So far so good. We'd all established a good rapport and a basic understanding of my friendship with Trevon, Jalen and Hunter.
Terrell had more to say. "You'll get a text from Trevon inviting you to come back for more basketball this afternoon. Do you like Vietnamese food?"
I calmed down a little. "I've never had it."
"I suggested to Jalen that they take you to dinner at the restaurant next to the bookstore. After dinner they would like you to spend the night again, if that's okay with your grandparents?"
He looked both ways, and both gave their approval. I may have been mistaken, but I felt like a secret message passed between him and Grams.
Then he looked back at me, a twinkle in his eye. "I should have asked you first, but I assumed you would want to."
I smiled politely. "I would love to. I had a great time with them yesterday. I'm as excited about becoming friends as they are."
Molly had been silent during the whole conversation. She and I shared a quick smile.
"We're all looking forward to seeing more of you, TJ."
The double meaning wasn't lost on me. It was reasonably clear who knew what, who guessed at least part of it, and who would eventually have to be brought up to speed.
Terrell changed the subject. "I should tell you a little about the Vietnamese restaurant. My father was in the Vietnam war, and when he came back he sponsored a family he'd met there and got them started with the restaurant in part of the building his father owned. The children run it now, and there's another generation coming along, too. The food is very authentic, Travis, I think you'll like it."
The conversation continued about ethnic food and the Vietnam war. As I listened to the others, I thought about roots and family ties. I knew about family connections over generations from a rural perspective. I'd always viewed city people as being rootless wanderers. I would have to revisit that assumption.
After the guests left, I checked my phone. There was a text from Trevon, and the last phrase was, "... and can you stay overnight again, please? I promise you'll sleep with me this time."
I smiled, and texted back. "I'll stay overnight if you'll fuck me as hard as Jalen did."
The response was immediate. "No problem with that, bro."
This time wearing athletic shoes in addition to the muscle shirt and cargo shorts which were becoming my urban uniform, I headed up the gentle incline towards the bookstore. I walked into the alley. The older teens who'd been hanging out the day before were there again. They grinned at me and gave me fist bumps.
"Hey, Country Boy, nice to see you, bro. Are you having a good time with Trev?"
I grinned back. "Yeah, a very good time. It's nice to see you guys again, too."
The other spoke up. "'Guys' is okay, and 'dudes' would do, but we're your bros, too, TJ. Any bro of Trev's is a bro of ours."
My grin broadened. Jasmine had been so right. "Okay, bros. Thanks a lot."
I rang the doorbell, and Trevon came to the door with a smile. He gave me a big hug.
"Hey, bro. Nice to see you again. I'm gonna take you to see Jalen first. He's got some things he wants to show you."
He took me through an adjoining door into a hallway at the back of the bookstore. A locked door at the end of the hallway isolated it from the arcade and storage areas. Trevon knocked on the only other door in the hallway.
"Jalen, it's Trevon. TJ is here."
Jalen opened the door with a smile. "Come on in, Country Boy. Thanks, Trev. We'll be up later to go play basketball."
I stepped into what Trevon had first referred to as the control room for the cameras in booth ten. It was far more than that - it was Jalen's movie and photography studio and gallery. Work tables along one wall held a computer with two monitors, a couple of printers, and other equipment I'd never seen before. A couch and a couple of chairs sat against the other wall. At the back, shelves and closets held video cameras, tripods, and a couple of professional-quality DSLR cameras. The walls were covered with photographs. The subjects were mostly Trevon and Hunter.
As I admired the quality of the photos, Jalen was explaining. "These are from photoshoots I've done, mostly for school projects. I bribe Trevon and Hunter to be my practice subjects."
Most of the photoshoots had been outdoors. I recognized a few of the beach areas. Others were done in the neighborhood where Trevon had given me the tour. A couple had been done upstairs - and those weren't school projects.
In addition there were a number of wildlife and nature photos of professional quality. Jalen was clearly a talented and versatile photographer.
I was awe-struck. "These are fantastic, Jalen. I suspect you used that Nikon DSLR back there for most of these. I have the less expensive model, and play around with photography a little at home, but I don't produce anything like this."
Jalen grinned. "Thanks, TJ. It's what I enjoy doing, and I hope to make a career out of it. Now, let me show you something I did this morning. It's a variation on the video of you and Trev in booth ten. Sit down at the computer here, and I'll show it to you."
He opened a file on the computer and started the video. He'd added the relevant surveillance video, outdoors and indoors. The video now started as I walked up to the building the first time and had my conversation with Trevon. It included my awkward entrance and continued with my indoor experience until I headed down the arcade hallway.
I watched in amazement. "That's awesome! Too bad there isn't sound."
He smiled. "I thought the same thing. It's illegal to record sound with surveillance cameras. You can't record conversations without permission of the participants. Which means, of course, that the sound from the rest is illegal, too." He smiled. "As if the video itself wasn't. Sometimes you gotta break the rules just a little bit."
"So, why are you doing this? Is this another practice project?" I grinned at him. "I know it isn't a school project."
Jalen put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed gently. "I'm doing it because Trev and I happen to like you. After the first part in the arcade, he and I decided to turn the DVD into a record of your summer vacation, at least the parts we share with you. And we hope that's a lot of it."
I couldn't believe these new friends would do something like this for someone who'd been a total stranger three days earlier. Jalen must have read my mind. He leaned over and kissed me.
"You're a special guy, Country Boy. It's a pleasure for us to be able to do this. Now, here's something I made yesterday."
A mounted two-by-three-foot poster leaned against the wall, facing away from us. Jalen picked it up and turned it for me to see. My jaw dropped in amazement.
From the original video of Trevon and me, Jalen had extracted the overhead shot of the moment I came inside Trevon. Cropped a few inches below my waist, the poster looked like an oil painting. The detail was incredible. My shaggy blond hair was soaked with perspiration. Drops of sweat stood out my smooth tanned back, as did the rivulet that trickled down my spine. My shoulder and back muscles were tightly flexed from the exertion of thrusting in my pole. Trevon's hands rested on my back, and his face, looking directly into the camera, held a smile of satisfaction. The bold caption at the bottom read, "Love Knows No Age, Race, or Gender".
I finally found my voice. "How did you do that?"
"Computer magic and a good printer."
"It's fucking awesome! I've never seen anything like it."
He grinned at me. "Thanks. We're gonna hang it in the living room upstairs. I've removed all 'sexually explicit content'. The rest is simply art."
I was shocked. "What is your dad gonna say when he sees it, sexually explicit content or not?"
His grin grew broader. "He already saw it, earlier this morning. And his response was the same as yours - without the F-word though."
"I can see you and Trev are very open with your dad about your sex life. Have you talked to him since this morning?"
"No, why?"
"Guess who my grandparents' neighbors are. And guess who I had lunch with today. And guess who burst out laughing when he found out who I was. Now I know why he was so amused. I assume he hasn't seen the complete video or he would have recognized me. All he'd seen was my backside with my boner buried in one of his sons."
Now it was Jalen's turn to laugh, and he sounded exactly like his father. It took him a moment to recover and respond.
"I love it! Yes, we're very open. He sees and approves the videos Hunter and I make that we show in the arcade, where the actors are all eighteen and older. You'll have to trust me that we wouldn't show him or anyone else yours. It's up to you and Trev who else sees it, and that may be no one. It may only be a souvenir of your vacation."
I smiled at him. "I trust all three of you completely."
He returned the smile. "To go back to photography, I wanna do a photoshoot of you and Trev tomorrow on a beach north of here, if you're up for it. We'd do it early in the morning for the best light. I'm preparing a portfolio for the classes I'll be taking this fall, so you know the final product won't be sexually explicit." He winked at me. "That's not to say it won't be sensual and erotic. Would you be willing to do that?"
My face lit up with a smile. "It would be awesome."
"I don't have a clue what to order."
We were seated in the restaurant, and I was trying to understand the menu. It was written in English, but the words were all strange. I'd been to Chinese restaurants, but this was totally different.
Jalen smiled. "Let me order for you. The third item is fried rat. You won't want that."
I gave him a shocked look. The other two were grinning. I'd been sucked in by the city boys yet again. If nothing else, I was providing them with amusement for a few days.
Jalen placed the order, and the talk turned to the basketball game. Jalen and I had played against Trevon and Hunter, and the results were more balanced. Then four other guys showed up and the four of us played against them. They didn't have a chance.
Trevon looked across at me. "I wish you lived here. I'd love playing with you on our JV team next year."
I smiled at him. "Yeah, and when we both got on the varsity team, we'd take the city championship for sure."
Our young waiter, Trevon's age and of Oriental heritage, brought our food. Trevon made the introductions.
"TJ, this is Tuan. He and his twin brother Khan are my best friends. His parents own the restaurant. Tuan, this is TJ. He's from Idaho, and he's visiting his grandparents. We met a couple days ago."
Smiling, Tuan put my food in front of me. "I bet I know how you met. Is there a video involved?"
I grinned at him. "I think you know Trev very well."
He grinned back. "Yes, I do. Do Khan and I get to watch it?"
Trevon looked up at Tuan. "Are you coming over this evening?"
"No, we can't. We both work until late and gotta be up early for work again."
"Come over when you have a day off, then. TJ and I will show you the video."
Tuan's smile widened. "Awesome! Nice meeting you, TJ."
With that, he headed for the kitchen.
Even though the smell had turned me off the first day, I liked this Oriental food better than Chinese. There were advantages to living in the city.
When we returned to the apartment, Jalen invited me back to the studio to help him pack up the equipment for the photoshoot - cameras, a tripod, a laptop computer, and a few other things. Then we grabbed the poster and took it upstairs. Jalen hung it on the wall opposite the TV, between a picture of Trevon and another of Hunter which had been similarly turned into paintings.
Trevon and I stood looking at the poster, our arms around each other. A tear ran down my cheek, and Trevon wiped it away.
"Why the tears, bro?"
"Because I'm so happy right now. I look at this picture and I feel like I've found a part of me that's been missing forever."
Trevon kissed me on the cheek. "I feel exactly the same way. Now, I've got one more thing to show you that I asked Jalen to make for me."
He took my hand and led me to his room. On the wall beside his bed hung another large poster. Extracted from the surveillance camera, it was a picture of me standing on the sidewalk wearing only my PE shorts, looking at the signs which were supposed to prevent my entry. My face held a half smile as I considered my options. This poster had a caption, too. At the top it said "The First Time", and at the bottom, "Ever I Saw Your Face."
I sat down on the bed and looked at the poster, tears running down my cheeks. Trevon sat down beside me, and took my hand.
"I love you, Country Boy. Three days, and I feel like I can't live without you."
"I love you too, Trev. I don't know what I'm gonna do when I gotta go home."
He kissed me on the cheek. "We'll cross that bridge later. In the meantime, I have promises to keep." He stood up in front of me and pulled off our shirts, then dropped his shorts. "Take your shorts off and get on your hands and knees, Country Boy. I'm gonna prove I can make you pray to Jesus and beg for more the same way Jalen did."
Trevon closed the window and put on some rap music before climbing onto the bed behind me. He put a towel under me.
"That's to catch all the cum you're gonna shoot. When I'm done with you, you ain't gonna have no boy juice left in your body. I won't either, 'cause I'm gonna leave it all in your ass. Now spread your legs out wider... Yeah, like that."
He put a hand on my neck and shoved my face into a pillow. Moving close behind me, he pressed his pole against my asshole. I winced.
"Still a little sore from last night?"
"Yeah."
"That's okay. It'll teach you not to take ten inches when eight will do the job even better. What I'm gonna do to you will make you forget all about that pain. I'm gonna make our little session in booth ten look like a Sunday School picnic. Do you know what refractory time is?"
"No."
"It's the time between when you cum and you're ready to fuck again. Mine is about thirty seconds, so I can petty much fuck until I'm too tired to shove it in. In other words, I'm gonna fuck my brains out and I'm gonna fuck you silly. You ready, Country Boy?"
"Yeah."
He put his hands on my shoulders, and pushed them down against the bed as he quickly slid his pole all the way in. Gripping the pillow tightly, I howled with pain and excitement as the world disappeared into a purple haze.
"Did you like that, Country Boy?"
"Yeah!"
"Good, 'cause that's only the start. I'm gonna help you redefine 'rough sex'."
I have no idea how long he screwed me or how many times he came. But by the time he curled up behind me and kissed me goodnight, he'd made good on all of his promises.
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