The Blue Collar Boys
By Carlos Zoltan Martinos
For adults who like dick. Everyone else, go do your own thing!
The Time: The pre-condom year of 1979
The Place: Oregon
My eyes are glazed over and I'm fighting back yawns, while this amateur fuck film runs endlessly on. It's a straight fuck film! And Trevor and I are sitting here watching it on Saturday night. With two blue collar straight guys! There's one consolation though. They're both hunks. So I'm watching them, while they watch the film. And there's a whole lot to watch. They sit there with boners bulging their shorts. And their legs are spread wide apart. And their privates aren't that private anymore.
Trevor and I are in an ocean-side cottage on the Oregon coast. We were invited for the weekend by the absentee owner. He said we'd be joined at the cottage by two gay dudes from Salem. These dudes are from Salem all right. And they just MIGHT be bi-curious. But gay? No way!
I'm at work on a plan to salvage this weekend. Maybe these 'straight/bi-curious' guys, under the right set of circumstances . . . . So I'm checking them out. Robby and Marco.
They arrived here together - careening up in a beat up old truck. They look like your typical blue collar straight guys. They're auto mechanics working in Salem. They aren't really clones, but in some ways they're almost the same. One hundred and seventy muscular pounds are packed onto solid six foot frames. And they look like they've been around for some 25 years.
They're both going barefoot. Sleeveless T's and those revealing short shorts are all that they`re wearing. They're good-looking boys - scruffy and virile. And their two day stubble and uncontrolled hair looks sexy on guys of their age. They're full of life, piss and vinegar. And they're out chasing pussy every day of the year.
Robby's the cute one. He's a tow headed dude, with mischievous powder blue eyes. They make him look like the kid who's just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Whoever coined the word `studmuffin' must have been thinking of Robby. He could offer stud service and retire in a year.
Robby is always clowning around. And his suggestive remarks are making me wonder. He is certifiably loving and cuddly. You would love to have him with you in bed on a cold winters night. Robby doesn't think deep thoughts, but then who wants deep thoughts on a cold winters night.
Marco's a little harder to figure. He's definitely the alpha male of this pair. He's proud of his Italian heritage. And the bulge in his shorts tells me he's also got a lot to be proud of down there. He's referred to his `Italian Stallion' several times tonight. And he didn't ride up on a horse. I'm wondering now if he's just throwing that out to check my reaction. . . Hmmm. Marco's black hair, dark eyes and olive complexion give him a smoldering, southern Italy look. And he exudes a cocky self confidence, that tells me he usually lands what he trolls for.
So far this evening Marco's been all sweetness and light - laughing and cutting up with his straight buddy, Robby. But I know Marco's the one to beware of. He's got a glint in his eye that says he's hot wired for combat. I've got a plan for tonight. And I know if it pisses off Marco, I'm gonna be up to my asshole in alligators!
And I'm Carlo. My roots are Italian, but up in the north part. My fair hair and baby blue eyes make most people think Scandinavian. Until they hear my Italian name. I'm 21 years old, but I look like 16. I shave once a week, whether I need to or not. It pisses me off to still look like a boy. But there are compensations. I can get away with all kinds of shit, cause people think I'm still just a kid. And they make allowances for some of my dumb, stupid moves - like the one I'm planning on pulling tonight. There's one thing for certain though. My hormones definitely know my right age. They go bouncing around, and I have to fight to control them. And usually they win anyway.
I've got a sweet innocent face. Mom calls it angelic. People say I must be a choir boy. But I've never been in a choir. And Justin and Randy are the only choir boys I've ever known, and . . . we'd better not get into that right now. I'm about 5 foot 9 inches if I stand up real straight. And I weigh in at 145. I'm lean and mean, I like to say. I've got a hard, flat stomach and muscular pecs.
Both Trevor and I are juniors at The University of Oregon in Eugene. I was on the boxing team my freshman year. Then one day I woke up from a TKO and realized I'm a lover, not a fighter. And in case you haven't figured it out yet. I'm gay. And horny.
Now back to the ocean-side cottage. Just when I'm thinking I can't look another pussy in the face, the fuck film grinds to a merciful end. I get up and get beers all around. We've downed lots of suds in the past hour or so, and we're all three sheets to the wind. And both Robby and Marco are looking full in the crotch. Their shorts are stretched tight over prominent bulges. The lights are dimmed low and the beer is still flowing. And the atmosphere's great for seducing Blue Collar Boys.
I set my beer down on the bar, and light up a joint I've been saving for now. Then I walk over to Marco and Robby. They're on the sofa about two feet apart, and I flop down between them. I offer the joint to Marco. He accepts it without a word, and takes a big hit. Then he passes it across me to Robby.
I let out a big sigh, slouch down on the sofa, and put a hand casually on Robby's bare, hairy knee. "So . . . . was the fuck film a turn-on, Robby?"
"It had its moments," Robby grins. "But most of those old biddies in that film were about as sexy as Peter Rabbit."
"Yeah," I agree. "It's films like this that turn straight boys gay!" Robby doesn't respond. He just looks down at my hand on his knee and smirks. I look down at his bulging crotch and say "But it looks like to me you were turned on by that flick."
"Sounds like you've been checking me out, Carlo. But hey, that's okay. Whatever turns ya on, buddy." Robby's starting to mellow out nicely. "You must be talking about this." He gropes himself. "Hey man, I'm like this most of the time. I just like to stay ready, in case something hot comes along." I move my bare, hairy leg now, so that it's pressed up hard against his. He presses back firmly, and I know that I have him.
I take the joint from Robby and pass it back to Marco. "How about you, Marco?" I drop my other hand lightly on his knee as I'm talking. His coarse black hairs feel good to my hand. "The flick do anything for you, paisano?"
He ignores my question. "Paisano, huh? You telling me you're Italian, Carlo?"
"My grandparents on both sides - born in northern Italy." I'm casually rubbing both of their thighs now - just short strokes out by their knees. And they're ignoring it so far.
Marco gives me a hard look, "How old are you, kid?"
I give him my innocent choir boy grin and say, "I'm old enough to know better, but too young to care." That old saying can be interpreted in a bunch of different ways. I just figure I'll throw it out there and see how Marco responds.
"You're a cute little smart ass, Carlo. But you look like jail bait to me." Marco looks at me cautiously.
"No way, man!" I respond. "I'm street legal, and I've been around the block a few times, too." I don't bother to tell him this is the first time in my life I've ever hit on a straight guy.
"You guys into sports? You both look like athletes." I change the subject. And I figure stroking their egos might score me some points.
"Yeah, we play a little baseball. We're both pitchers." Marco replies, his eyes locked on mine.
"I kind'a figured you were. I'm a tight end myself." I come back with a straight face, my eyes focused firmly on his. And Marco grins. Then he laughs out load. And now I've got Marco too.
I'm stroking the inside of both of their thighs now. All the way from their knees to their shorts. Both of them have boners that just keep getting bigger. And then a strange thought occurs to me. Did I just seduce these guys? Or did they just seduce me?
Marco looks down at my hand on his thigh. "You know, paisano, you're the friendliest guy I've met in a long time. It kind'a looks like I have something down there that you want."
"You damn right you do, Marco! I've been wanting that stallion of yours from the minute you walked in here. I'd sure love to rope him and ride him. And the more he bucks the better I'll like it!"
Then I turn toward Robby, reach down into his shorts, and grab hold of his dick. And it sure is a hot handful. "My God, Robby, you're packin' a mighty thick cock down there, buddy. And I like that in a man. Now we gotta figure a way to get that big fucker of yours down my throat!"
Marco and Robby seem momentarily stunned by my raunchy language - from out of the mouth of an `angelic 16 year old choir boy'. But then they glance over my way, and I can't hide the big devilish grin on my face. And Robby comes back with, "You think I'm big now, man, just wait till I'm hard. You ain't seen nothin' yet, Carlo!"
Marco gets up off the sofa, and then takes my hand and pulls me up too. He puts his hand on the back of my neck. And we walk off together, into the bedroom. And Robby is close on our heels. I like Marco's gesture - his hand on my neck. We both know he'll be fucking me in just a few minutes. And it's his way of saying that he's now in control. And that's just the way that I want it.
We're all three sitting on the bed now - stripping. Two straight guys and a gay dude. Naked together. All with big boners. And all three of us seem fully at ease. And I suddenly realize that I actually like these Blue Collar Boys. If life had been different we could have even been friends.
I've pretty much ignored Trevor through all this. But it's been at his request. He says he just wants to watch. He's standing now by the bedroom door, taking it all in. And his eyes are as big as saucers - they seem to be out on stems, like in animated cartoons.
I walk over to Trevor and put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm on stage center now, Trev. The performance begins. I've got a great supporting cast - two blue collar studs. So it should be a very good show!" I give Trevor a wink, and them I'm back to the bed.
I sit down on the bed beside Marco, and put an arm `round his shoulder. Just as I thought, he's a hairy dude. And a cock like a phone pole rises out of black pubic hair. I take hold of his cock and it throbs in my hand. "What can I say, Marco? It should be illegal for any one guy to hang this much hard meat!"
"Robby," I turn my head to him and grin. "Just stand there for a minute and look cute. You'll probably want to watch me take Marco's hot cock up my ass. Who knows, you might learn something you'll want to use for future encounters."
"Hey, you're a funny guy, Carlo," Robby grins back. "And you better talk while you can, cause in a minute your mouth is gonna be full of my dick."
And Robby is right. It's a few minutes later now, and my mouth is full of his dick. We're all lying on our sides, with me in the middle. And Marco's hard dick is rammed up my ass. And I feel a total fullness within me, that I've never quite felt before. Because this is a first for me - servicing two studs both at the same time. And these guys definitely know what they're doing. I'm sure they've been serviced like this before.
They ease in and out of me, slowly at first. Developing a rhythm. Getting a cadence. It doesn't take Robby long to push down into me - all the way down, into my throat. He likes slow, deep thrusts, and I like 'em too. So we're getting along just fine. He goes all the way in now, so that my nose is pressed into his hairy blond crotch. He's got a great masculine smell - like a jock strap that's been worn for a day. And his cock is so thick I've got my mouth open wide. He's a cute little studmuffin, but he's hung like a horse.
"You like my thick eight inches, don't you Carlo?" Robby's proud of his tool, and I can't say that I blame him. "I'm gonna pull out of you now, and give you a taste of my precum. See, all I gotta do is jerk it a few times, and my dick head is dripping with goo. That's it, buddy, you know that you want it. Lick it off of my cock with your tongue. That's just a preview of what I'll be giving you later. Now I'm going back in you, all the way to the hilt."
And Robby's heat seeking missile has found a great hot spot. All the way in me is where he wants it to be. And as he thrusts down into me I move my head forward, just to be sure he gets it in all the way.
I look over at Trevor, and he's still watching wide eyed. I give him a thumbs up to let him know I'm okay. And he flashes me a quick smile.
For the next quarter hour my only reality is the two beautiful cocks that pump in and out. I'm just vaguely aware of Robby's hands on my head, as he moves it around so he can get in me farther. And I know that Marco has his hands on my hips - moving them toward him as he thrusts deep inside me. And I know I'm surrounded by arms and legs. Muscular and hairy and wet with sweat. But the predominate feeling is the thrust of big cocks. And I marvel at how hot that can feel.
Now Robby is thrusting at a much faster pace. Then he says in a whispery growl, "Take me now, Carlo! I want you to have me!"
I feel his dick pulse in my mouth, and then he starts blowing his load. His first blast coats my tongue with his smooth, creamy cum. And it's hot and it's slick and I love it. His next spurt bathes the back of my throat. And there are several more shots in rapid succession. I swallow it fast, and I get all of him. And his cum has the hot taste of sex.
"I'm gonna miss you, Robby Boy!" I say to myself, as he slowly pulls out and sits on the bed. But before he gets up he gives my cock a big squeeze. And I'm filled with an emotion that I don't quite understand.
Now Marco pushes me gently from my side to my stomach. And I know he's been waiting for Robby to finish, so he can fuck me hard while he's lying on top. He wants to feel that he's dominant, as he plows my ass from above. And that's fine with me. Cause I realize now that deep down inside, that stallion of his is just playful and frisky. And we move toward his climax as though we are one.
Marco's dick is so hard now that on each stroke he pulls it all the way out. And then plunges back in without missing a beat. His aim is perfect - he really knows how to fuck me. I hear him groaning and moaning, and I'm elated that I am the source of his pleasure.
Then I start pushing back, to meet Marco's thrusts. And that sends him over the brink. He pushes hard into me one final time, and then starts filling me up with his hot, creamy jizz. His cock is so thick I can feel it pulsing inside me, as I take spurt after spurt of his hot, slippery cum. And at that very same moment I go off like a fountain, spurting my jizz all over the sheets.
And both of us just lie there, panting for breath. After a few minutes, Marco pulls out of me with a slow, tender motion. He's still half hard, and I love the way his spongy dick feels as he eases it out of me for that last time.
Marco gets up and I remain on the bed. Then he leans down and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. "You sure know how to show a guy a good time, Carlo. I'll never forget you, paisano!"
Then Robby is there, and he leans down and kisses me full on the lips. "If I'd been born gay, Carlo, we'd be lovers forever!"
Then the Blue Collar Boys walk over to Trevor. And Robby gives Trevor a smile. "That bright light you see, Trev, it's at the end of the tunnel. Good luck to you, buddy. We wish you the best!"
And then they are gone - swallowed up by the night.
And that's the last that we see of the Blue Collar Boys. And I keep telling myself that it's all for the best. And I have a beautiful memory that I'll cherish forever.
Part 2
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed now - still naked. I look over at Trevor and pat the bed beside me. "Come here, Trev."
He comes, and sits down beside me. And neither of us speak for a while. Then he turns to me and whispers, "Touch me, Carlo."
I turn toward him and take him into my arms. And we fall back on the bed together. And I hold him tight in my arms.
Trev is a physically impressive guy. His vital statistics don't do him justice. He's 21 years old, stands 6 foot tall and weighs in at 165. He has golden blond hair and piercing dark blue eyes. He's got a buffed up, masculine, muscular bod. But it's his arms and his legs that are really impressive, with rippling muscles in all the right places. Trev is a rugged, good looking guy. And his chiseled features make a perfect contrast to my sweet choir boy looks. He doesn't have beauty, but he's got a `presence'. People seem to notice him when he walks into a room.
Trev and I have always been best friends. And as his best friend I hope I can help him now. Trev needs so much help.
Until Trev and I were 16, we were happy go lucky teenagers. And almost inseparable. Then, at about the same time, we realized we were attracted to one another. Physically attracted. Trev insisted on telling his parents. And all hell broke loose! They said that "being gay was not an acceptable option for any member of their family". They forbid him to see me. And they sent him to a shrink, with the specific instruction: "Turn our son straight."
That was five years ago. And Trevor saw that shrink every week for five years. The shrink succeeded in suppressing Trev's attraction to men. But he failed miserably in his efforts to turn Trev straight. So now Trev is "sexually dysfunctional". Not attracted to anyone. Not able to get an erection. Impotent. Trev started his psychological counseling in love with life. Today he's suicidal.
About a month ago, on Trev's twenty first birthday, he walked into his shrink's office and told the bastard to go fuck himself. Then he told his parents to do the same thing, but in more subdued terms. Then he moved in with me.
We agreed that for the first month we wouldn't discuss sex in any way. We would just get to know one another again. Our trip to the coast this weekend was to celebrate the end of that month.
It's my hope that my sexual gymnastics tonight, with Trevor watching, will get his juices flowing again. I know some people will say I'm playing God with a seriously depressed person. And maybe I am. But he's seriously depressed because of inexcusable mistreatment at the hands of a mental health professional. Maybe it's time for an amateur, who knows him and loves him, to try and help.
We're lying side by side on the bed now. And I'm holding Trevor's hand in mine. After a while I ask him, "Is there anything you want to tell me, Trev? Or ask me? Whatever's on your mind right now - just let it out."
After a long pause he replies, "I'll always remember the Blue Collar Boys. Their love of life. The camaraderie they have with each other. The way you interacted with them. I know you developed a feeling of deep affection for them."
"There was something about them that was somehow comforting, Carlo. Maybe I noticed it because I was sitting back and observing them from afar. And when I told them early on that I was just going to be an observer, they accepted that immediately. And for the rest of the time they treated me as though I was up on some sort of balcony - just observing from a distance. And I appreciated that. That's the way I wanted it. Anyway, I really liked them a lot. And they grew on me. When they told me goodbye they said something about a light at the end of the tunnel. I hope that's a good omen."
"And something else. Did you notice that Robby has a striking resemblance to me? It's really uncanny, Carlo. We're the same size. The same coloring. The same facial features. Maybe he's a little `cuter' than I am. And a lot more virile, at the moment. But still - he looks more like me than any person I have ever met."
"But I've saved the best for last, Carlo. And the eeriest. Since I was 14 years old I've had a wild sexual fantasy about being fucked at both ends by a couple of hot, straight auto mechanics. I guess it's just some sort of wild coincidence, Carlo, that the Blue Collar Boys are hot and straight and auto mechanics."
"And finally, I appreciate what you were doing, Carlo. Trying to get me steamed up with all that hot action. And I know it was a sacrifice on your part - having sex with those two hot studs!" Trevor grins, and elbows me in the ribs.
And my heart skips a beat! My God! Trevor just joked with me! It's the first time he's done that since he moved in last month!
I turn on my side so I'm facing Trevor now. "Trev! My God, buddy! I think you're feeling a little bit better!"
And don't ask me why, but I burst into tears. And then Trevor joins me, and we're bawling together. And slowly that changes from weeping to laughing. And my mom always told me that's the best medicine there is.
When we finally calm down Trev says with a smile, "I didn't get a boner tonight, Carlo. But there was something very strong going on in my groin, while I was watching the Blue Collar Boys working you over. Robby especially - when I was watching you suck him off. I thought to myself, "God I'll be happy when I can get hard again, so that Carlo can do that to me!"
I take Trev in my arms now and whisper to him, "And that's going to happen, Trev. We won't rush it, buddy. But it's going to happen. Soon!"
And with that thought in our minds, we drift off to sleep.
When I wake up around 8AM there is sunlight streaming into the room. Trevor is still sleeping, and his back is pressed up against me. My arm is around his waist, and without really thinking I start gently stroking his stomach. There's a line of blond body hair running from his navel down to his pubes, and I move my hand down it and receive the shock of my life!
Trevor is erect! Trevor has a hard-on!
This poor guy has listened to psycho-babble for the past five years. And the longer he listened, the softer he got. And now after one night in bed with a loving male friend, he's hard as a rock. I think this is telling us something. Hey, we must be doing something right!
And Trevor is stirring - he's waking up slowly. I lean over and give him a big kiss on his ear. "Good morning, sunshine!"
"Ummm. . . . Carlo. What's going on?"
"It's a bright sunny morning. How do you feel?"
"Umm, I feel great, man. I think I slept like a log."
"Speaking of logs, Trev . . . put your hand between your legs."
He looks at me funny, then does as I say. And I've never seen such a look on his face. First it's total disbelief. And then pure elation. "My God, Carlo! Look at my dick! See what you've done!"
Trevor is running naked through the cottage now. He finally ends up on the deck, overlooking the ocean. He spreads his arms and lets loose with some sort of primal scream - a shout of pure ecstasy. And then there are tears. Copious tears streaming down his cheeks. But they don't affect that euphoric grin on his face. And his cock stands proudly erect.
Then he's back in the bedroom. Hugging me. Kissing me. And then hugging some more
And just like him I'm overwhelmed by it all. I'm laughing and crying and hugging him back.
When we're finally exhausted I take a deep breath, "Let's make this our day, Trev. Just for the two of us. Here on the coast. No outside intruders. Let's make it a day to explore and discover. Let's stay naked all day and just revel in the beauty of our bodies. Our physical bodies. Our calves and our thighs and our arms and our shoulders and our faces and our dicks and our crotches and our butts. Everything that makes us physical."
First we shower together. Feeling and being felt. As the hot steamy water flows over our bods. I stand behind Trevor and soap up his back - and I massage his shoulders as well. Then I drop my hands lower, all the way to his ass. And I give his ass crack a good soapy washing, letting my hands linger a while. I run a finger `round his slick little asshole, and he seems to like that a lot. And I think how much I want to slide my cock in it, but now's not the time or the place.
Then I turn him around so he's facing me now. And I let the hot water wash the soap from his backside. Then I drop to my knees and kiss Trev on his cock head. He's hard as a rock, and it's a beautiful sight. Then I bury my face in his blond hairy crotch, and inhale his hot masculine scent. Trev puts his hands on my shoulders, and I go on nuzzling his crotch for a while. And while I'm there I give his balls a good licking, especially down under where they join to his crotch.
I might be down there yet, but Trevor cuts in, "Hey, Carlo. I never dreamed getting clean could be so much fun. Let's continue this later, okay?"
There's a door from the bathroom right out to the deck. And we step through it naked and wet. We'll let the sun and the wind dry off our bodies, as we feast on our breakfast of strawberries and whipped cream.
I pick up a strawberry and dunk it in whipped cream, and then tell Trevor to open his mouth. I drop in the berry and Trev munches it down. And then he does the same for me. I know we must look like two love-sick young teens. And I suppose, in a sense, that we are.
Now I take a big gob of whipped cream on my finger, and I smear it all over Trev's dick. Then I lean down and start licking, and Trevor starts groaning. And I never knew whipped cream tasted that good. And then Trevor insists that turn about is fair play. And the whipped cream turned out to be a very wise purchase. Next time we'll bring a gallon or two.
It's amazing how many uses whipped cream can be put to. I take another big gob, tell Trev to bend over, and I smear it inside the crack of his ass. I lick my way through thick blond hairs in his ass crack, to find my way to his hole. Then I stick my tongue up it and work it around, to make sure I get every last drop of the cream. Then Trev says he wants to play that game too. So we switch positions and he licks and he sucks. And we never knew breakfast could be so delightful a meal!
Now we spread our beach towels out on the deck. And we lie close to each other and catch a few rays of the sun. The longer we lie there the closer we get, and before long our legs are all tangled together. And we just lie there like that for a while and enjoy it. And we're both feeling hot, but it's not from the sun.
Then we sit for a while, with our backs to the cottage, and our legs spread out on the deck. We look out over the ocean, but our thoughts are on shore. On him. On me. On us. We're just floating here in a kind of worldly Nirvana. At peace with the world and ourselves. I have my hand resting in Trev's golden blond pubes, and his hand fondles my balls. We loose all track of time just sitting together. And though we're silent a lot, we feel closer and closer - two soul mates who are finding each other.
We remain on the deck for our "Sunday Brunch". A loaf of uncut french bread, and a jug of red wine. We pull off big chunks of the bread with our fingers, and wash it down with gulps of the wine. It's a little uncouth, but no one is watching. And it fits the mood of the day.
We're sitting at a tiny round table, our legs intertwined underneath. We finished the bread, but we're still sipping the wine. And we both have a warm, pleasant glow. I look at Trev for a long moment without speaking, so I'm sure I have his attention. "Trevor, do you feel up to exorcising a demon today?"
Trevor looks startled. "Go on," he says.
"I know you're estranged from your mother and father - and understandably so. They put you through hell for the past five years. But it's just possible, Trev, that they had good intentions. Even though what they did was inexcusably wrong."
I pause for a moment. Trev stares hard at me. But he doesn't say a word.
"Two days ago I had a call from your parents. They know they put you through psychological hell. And they are beside themselves with remorse. They know you'll never forget what they did to you. But they hope you'll learn to forgive. They have invited you to join them for dinner on Tuesday. So they can personally convey their feelings. For what it's worth, Trev, I know they're profoundly sorry for what they did to you."
"Did they invite you for dinner, too, Carlo?"
"Yeah, they did, Trev. They said they wanted to personally welcome their new son in law into the family."
Trev grins at that. "It's okay with me then, Carlo."
"That's great," I say. "Then after dinner your dad and I can go into the den and smoke cigars and watch the ballgame. While you and your mother are washing the dishes."
Trevor just grins. And shoots me the finger.
There's a long silence now. Then Trevor comes over and stands behind me with his hands on my shoulders. "Let's spend the afternoon together in bed, Carlo."
I give Trev a sly smile. "That's the best suggestion I've heard all day, Trev!" And we walk to the bedroom with big grins on our faces.
We lie down in bed - and our hands start wandering - - feeling and caressing each other. Our naked bodies press hard against one another. And then we start kissing. Fleeting kisses at first, with our lips barely brushing. And then long, soulful kisses with open mouths and hot embraces. Then I move on top of Trevor, and we continue our kissing with my full weight resting on him.
Then I move my head down, kissing Trev as I go - his chin and his neck, his pecs and his abs. I pass by his crotch for now, and go to his thighs and his calves. He's got such masculine, muscular, hairy legs, I could stay down here forever.
Then I move to his crotch and inhale his aroma - it's hot and it's Trevor - his own special scent. Then I take hold of his thighs and push them up to his chest - exposing that gorgeous asshole of his. I put my tongue on it and it's hot and it's slick. Then I push up into it and fuck Trev with my tongue. He's got his hand on my head now, and he says in a whisper, "My God, Carlo, I'm not sure what you're doing. But I hope you go on forever!"
And I keep thrusting my tongue, and Trev keeps moaning and groaning. Finally I say, "We'll get back to that, Trev. Sometime real soon."
Now I'm back to his crotch, and I see the grand prize. Trevor's thick seven inches is standing with pride. I lean down and kiss it, from the head to the base. And back up to the head again. Then I open my mouth and I slowly go down, and I feel my mouth being filled with Trev. I keep going down, and the head of Trev's cock slides right into my throat. And this the ultimate moment. He's all the way in me. And we are united by Trevor's hard dick.
I swing around now, and we lie on our sides in the classic 69 position. My head rests on Trev's thigh, and his head rests on mine. With all of our foreplay, we're right on the brink. I take Trev's cock deep into my mouth, and he takes mine deep into his. Then we slowly move our hips - backward and forward - slowly thrusting our cocks into each other. We maintain this slow pace for as long as we can, then we step up the pace as we get closer and closer.
Then Trev raises his head and says, "Take me now, Carlo. I want you to have me!" Then he lowers his head to my cock once again. And after several more thrusts we go over the top. Trev explodes into me, and just a few seconds later I go off into him. We're exchanging our loads with hot spurts of passion. I feel Trevor's hot, creamy cum flowing into my mouth, as my cum flows into him. The jizz in our mouths is a celebration of union. We share with each other our most intimate gift.
As our passion subsides, we lie panting together. Neither one of us wants to break the spell. So we just lie there together, faces buried in crotches, and we loose all track of the time. Finally Trev raises his head, and the love in his eyes almost brings me to tears. "I was born gay, Carlo. And we'll be lovers forever."
"I know we will, Trevor. You're my soul mate for life."
The dinner with Trevor's parents went well. Lots of tears and hugging and kissing. To top off the dinner, Trev's mom said she had prepared a dessert especially for us. Trev and I almost collapsed when mom marched in proudly bearing her special dessert: strawberries and whipped cream.
We called our friend who owns the cottage. He said the two gay dudes from Salem, who were supposed to join us at the cottage that night, became hopelessly lost on the coast. So they finally gave up and drove back to Salem. Our friend has no idea who the auto mechanics might be.
We spent a day in Salem, trying to find the Blue Collar Boys. We wanted to thank them for playing such a great role in Trevor's recovery. We hit every auto repair shop in town. But no one had ever heard of Marco or Robby.
So the Blue Collar Boys were sent down from above, To help out gay guys having trouble with love.
And they're still out there somewhere in their beat up old truck, Out there working their magic for gays down on their luck.
Next time you and your mate are despondent and blue, The Blue Collar Boys may come calling on you.
The End