ASH
The road trip was a lot more fun after what happened back at the rest stop (see “Just Ash” chapter 2). It was as if this tension I never knew existed between me and Trevor broke and we were suddenly free to show a new, exciting side of ourselves. That or it was the sugar rush. –Note to self, never eat a whole bag of Skittles in one sitting again.
I guess everything changes after you have a man's dick in your hands. I could barely think of anything else. We stopped at every stupid roadside attraction on our route. We posted plenty of pictures to social media for the folks back in North Carolina and yet I couldn't tell you a damn thing about it. I kind of floated through my day.
I only remembered that Trevor hugged me more and for longer while we took in the attractions. He pulled me back against him and smelled my hair at random times as we walked–Oh, my god! Guys, I fit perfectly under his chin. Why is that so hot?
I sleepwalked through our days but I remembered every detail of our nights as if they were branded into my soul. We stopped at a motel in Tupelo, Mississippi our first night on the road and we couldn't get our clothes off fast enough. I sat back while Trev called up some gay porn on his laptop. It had become the most natural thing to reach across and take Trev's hard dick in my hand. I loved how it twitched and throbbed as I pumped it. Every hitch of breath, every moan, and every breathy sigh from Trev sounded like the sweetest music and I was the conductor of this sexual symphony. I never bothered to watch the porn. I had the best show in bed with me and my best friend made it possible. This time when Trev came, I bent and took the head of his dick in my mouth.
“Oh! Holy fuck! ASH?!?” Trev seized the back of my hair and surged off the bed, ramming his conductor’s baton down the back of my throat and I swear, he came a second time, an orgiastic crescendo to beat all. His reaction spurred me to flood his hand with my strongest orgasm ever.
I licked my lips with supreme satisfaction, enjoying Trev’s expression of board struck shock and naked lust. That was when I told him about Martin, the sweety at the Resort who introduced me to the pleasure of oral sex.
Trev listened to my story with bald astonishment. “You got naked and hard in a public place and you sucked off some hot rando you just met. Who are you, sex demon, and what have you done with sweet, Innocent little Asher?”
I couldn't help myself. I sat giggling my fool head off while Trevor carried on about my secret sexual adventures. He uttered a proclamation with a toothy grin.
“I've been going easy on you but no more! The kid gloves are off now, bitch!” He demonstrated by pinning me down and sucking me to a squealing, brain-melting climax. I'd never had such sexy fun and we were only getting started.
We didn’t bother with single beds or porn on our next motel stop in Amarillo, Texas. This time we lay on a double bed giving pleasure to each other until our balls begged for fucking mercy. Then something interesting happened.
I woke up during the night as Trev’s little spoon. I noted with a start that Trev had wedged his steely hard dick so tightly in my ass crack that I felt ready to cough up his balls. I ground back against Trev in reflex and he pulled me back against him with big, strong arms. He honed his meaty sword back and forth across my twitching hole and growled like a rutting beast.
Trev’s breaths gusted hotly across my skin. I uttered a deep, ululating moan as he licked and bit the back of my neck. He used my dick like a handle to pull my ass back. Simultaneously, Trev took his fleshy weapon in hand, set it against my hole and drove into me with inexorable force. My sphincter yielded and I pressed back with a needy whimper, driven by animalistic instinct. I wanted Trevor to fuck me stupid. I wanted him to use me, to breed me raw, to claim me as his and leave his mark in my flesh. I craved it so badly that it terrified me. That fear spurred me to act.
I carefully wiggled free from Trev's embrace and sat in a nearby chair. Trev released me without protest and rolled onto his back to stare blankly at the ceiling. We sat in silence for a while before he spoke.
“Ash, I am so sorry,” he breathed a heavy sigh.
“Don't be,” I cut him off. “I wanted it, I still do, but it happened so fast and I–I guess I panicked. Trevor, I'm a virgin.”
“Yeah, and I'm an asshole for letting my dick do the thinking. Your first time should be special and here I didn't even seek your consent.”
“Trevor, stop it. We’re naked and sleeping in the same bed. We’ve been sucking each other's dick for two days. I’m happy that you acknowledge a lack of consent but I trust you. I-I want to be with you. I'm just–I'm scared.”
“That is why I'm an asshole.” He met my gaze. “You should be happy when the big moment comes.”
“I will be, don't count yourself out. You were doing all of the right things. I kinda liked–I really liked--that I made you lose control like that.” Heat surged in my cheeks at my admission. Trev met my gaze with a crooked smile that set butterflies alight in my belly.
“Oh, yeah?” He chuffed. “Good to know I'm doing it right. Usually I'm the one on the bottom.”
“Really, I never knew.”
“Remind me and I'll tell you all about it later.” He rubbed the bedsheet where I slept and gave me a hopeful look, like a begging puppy. “Ash, please come back to bed? I promise I won't touch you. I'll sleep on the other side of the bed or in the chair if you want us to be good again.”
My earlier fear melted away in the face of Trev's aching sincerity. He was beating himself up over something I’d let go already. I rolled my eyes dramatically and sat on the bed. I took his hand in mine and gave it a good squeeze.
“Trev, stop being an idiot.” I looked deep into his eyes. “I want you to touch me. I want to be your little spoon. I want to do dirty things with you. I want everything we had before this conversation but I'm wired now, I won't be able to sleep for a while. I'll pass the time with my painting. That always helps me relax.” And then it hit me and I asked. “Would you like to pose for me?”
“Like this?” He gestured over his nakedness with a sly smile and I nodded my head so hard I swear my brains rattled. He laughed at that which had me grinning like a damn fool.
“I'll snap some pictures so you can go back to sleep. One of us needs to be able to drive safely tomorrow.”
“That works, how do you want me?”
I snapped a few photos of Trev while he lay on his belly, one leg drawn up. I then directed him onto his back and there he lay as if offering his body for my prurient consumption.
He lay lengthwise to me with the blankets piled carelessly around him. He demonstrated his flexibility by curling toward me like how a cat showed its belly for pets, with his shoulders flat to the mattress and his head tucked under so that he eyed me upside down, his long hair spread on the mattress in a gorgeous mess that conjured images of wild, reckless lovemaking. He reached for me too, like a kitty with a paw. I couldn't resist brushing our fingertips together as he made bread with his hand. The likeness to a cat was uncanny but I could tell he wasn't affecting that likeness deliberately.
His free hand directed my gaze to the tumescent slab of man flesh resting on his belly like a python, fat and sated after a recent kill. He toyed absently with his prepuce, drawing the thin sheath of skin back slowly from a broad, glistening head, only to release it and begin again. His tip pulsed in time with the beating of his heart, with dollops of his viscous precum weeping from the slit, overflowing his navel, and drawing a line of wetness toward the mattress. The scent of sex went straight to my dick while the sight of such erotic beauty entranced me. I forgot to snap a photo for some time. Trev's lips turned in a knowing smile at the visible effect he had on me. Thankfully, the moment chose to be kind and waited patiently for me to immortalize it. I blushed at his hardon. “Is that for me?”
“Hell yeah, I love having an audience; the more, the merrier. Better still if I'm having sketchy sex in a public place.” Trevor slowly fingered himself as he confided his deepest, dirtiest fantasies. Trevor eventually drifted off to sleep and I set up to paint using my digital tablet. I drank in the sight of Trevor's beauty while I worked.
He had a nice, shapely ass and muscular thighs. The sight of his cock and balls hooked my gaze and refused to let go. I couldn't look at him and avoid it. I lavished twice as much time and attention to painting it as the rest of his body as it seemed his every artistic line pointed at it. I finally forced my attention on the rest of him and found that just as arresting.
I noted Trevor’s strong back and fine posture even in bed. He carried himself beautifully. Good posture accentuated all of his finer features. I admired bedroom eyes hazel in color, currently closed and innocent in the repose of sleep, I poured my gaze from thick black lashes and eyebrows, to Trevor’s knife-straight nose and full, rosy lips. He had a jawline and cheekbones to kill for, accentuated by a sexy beard shadow.
I’d seen Trevor without a shirt plenty of times. He was on the slender side but gorgeously proportioned with a nice, natural physique. He had a deep chest, broad shoulders, well rounded pecs, and muscular arms from lugging around heavy boxes on his job. He didn’t cut fat from his diet to make his muscles more pronounced like many guys nowadays. He had just enough body fat to look healthy and well-fed. His abs were padded but still visible. A dusting of fine brown hair emphasized the muscles of his pecs and lower belly. It grew wooly on his calves, conjuring to mind an ancient Greek satyr. Painting lulled me into a transcendental state until the alarm startled me at 3:30 AM. I looked to see Trev’s sleepy smile. He was awake and asking a question while shutting off the alarm. “You stayed up all night?”
“I couldn't sleep.” I smiled back.
“How is the painting going?” He perked up with interest.
“It's going well but I had a traumatic flashback to that old movie, ‘Titanic.’ I kept thinking about how I was Jack Dawson painting you as Rose. That would make Yoda the sinking ship and I wondered if two people could fit on a car door in the middle of the desert. Yeah, I know, my brain is weird.”
Trevor threw his head back and laughed. “You're like that rat from ‘Animaniacs!’”
“You mean Pinky?”
“Yeah, him! Pinky and the Brain.”
“No offense, Trevor, but you don't quite meet the IQ requirement to be an evil genius mouse.”
“I have all the IQ you need right here, bitch!” He waved his dick at me before tackling me to the bed for a screaming tickle fight. I quickly lost and begged for mercy.
“Stop! Stop! Stop! I'm gonna pee!” I wheezed and we settled down.
Trev picked up my pad and I snatched it away. “No, bad Trevor, bad horndog! You can't see it yet. You have to wait ‘til it's finished.”
“Boo! You'll have to send it to me online. That's no fun!”
My breath caught anxiously at his words and I looked away. “Maybe not. I got a lot of work done already.”
Trev called over his shoulder as he made his way into the bathroom. He didn't bother shutting the door. “I thought you would have been exhausted after our marathon suck-fest.” He laughed as he pissed.
“I have trouble sleeping. My thoughts are constantly racing and I can't relax.” I watched as he came back, his slightly aroused dick swaying like an elephant's trunk. He flashed me a crooked smile before leaping back into bed. He did something on his phone before setting it back on the end table. He then gestured for my hand. I climbed back into bed with him and scooted until I lay spooned back against him. His dick slotted into my ass crack once more, as if made for me and I for him. Neither of us drew attention to it.
“Trev, come on, we have to hit the road. I can sleep in the car.” I whined feebly. I played the voice of reason but my heart was happy right where we were.
“You need sleep and you don't sleep well on the road even if I take the wheel first. We can afford a few extra hours.” He nuzzled the back of my neck before huffing a sigh of contentment. “I could wake up like this every day.”
A rock of emotion settled in my gut. I wiggled down until Trev rested his chin on top of my head. I pulled his arm tighter around my waist and settled down to sleep. A throaty chuckle from him suddenly vibrated through my back. Trev took his growing meat in hand and rubbed viscous lines of his fluid into my thigh. He breathed huskily against my ear. “I know what will help us sleep.”
“Oh, my god! Trevor, haven't you had enough?” I gasped.
“I'm 18 years old. So, to answer your question, no. Neither can you, my fellow 18 year-old.” He took my hard little dick in hand as if to prove his point.
“I’m 19,” I arched into his grip with a plaintive whine.
“Yeah, you're fucking ancient, sue me.” So, we sucked another load from our sore balls and contrary to my earlier assertions, I slept like a baby in his arms.
TREVOR
Ash went quiet this morning. That was never good. He put on a brave front last night but I could see he was spiraling. I tried but I couldn't pull them out of it. This wasn't something to confront while on the road so I chose to bide my time.
I knew what Ash was feeling because I felt it myself. I began to question the wisdom of coming on this trip.
My feelings for Ash have changed. I didn't expect it. I’d been having sketchy sex since I was 14. I’d never developed feelings for anybody after sex before but this time with Ash had been special. We need to talk about what is happening between us but not while we are on the road. We entered Santa Fe, New Mexico with little fanfare. The road trip was taking its toll. We were tired and neither of us were in the mood for touristy shit. So, we hunted down the best taco truck in town and loaded up on authentic Mexican fare. After that we settled down at the motel for our last night alone.
ASH
I sat with my legs crossed on our bed and portioned out our Mexican dinner. After that I updated my social media and texted everybody back in North Carolina to let them know we were here and safe. Alejandro pinged to remind us to dress warm on our way in because desert nights were cool. I finished up with that when Trev got back. He strutted around bare assed naked and I couldn't get enough of it.
He dried his dark hair with a towel and left it to hang in long damp coils around his face and neck. He draped the towel around his neck and looked straight at me. “See something you like?” He smirked.
“Maybe–?” I broke into an impish little smile.
“There is the smile I've been looking for all day. See what I have to do to get your attention sometimes?” He gestured at his nudity and I blushed.
“That isn't the deterrent you think it is.”
“Come here,” he tugged me off the bed. We stood close, facing each other. Trevor pulled me closer still, until I felt the heat of his body press into mine. I'd never felt more painfully conscious of another man's presence. Trev rested his hands on my hips. It felt like each pad of his fingers pressed delicious heat into my skin.
“Look at me,” he tipped my chin up until our gazes met. His voice grew deep and soft, tripping a fluttery feeling deep in my belly. He smiled as he spoke. “We quit booking separate beds because we’ve been sleeping in the same bed for two days, right?”
Had it only been two days? It felt like a lifetime ago. “Right?” He repeated.
I gave him a stilted nod then added a quick, “yeah.”
“We’ve been stroking our dicks and sucking each other off ever since the rest stop, right?”
I salivate at the thought of getting my mouth on his dick again. I note belatedly how my fingers have taken to caressing his soft thighs. They twitch to pull our bodies fully together. I offer another shaky nod, “yeah.”
Then ice pooled in my gut as my thoughts shot in a random direction. He’s about to say we have to stop. My breathing froze and the chill in my gut spread to my limbs.
Panic surged in my chest. It strangled my breathing. I heard the words of Seth, my therapist, my friend, in my thoughts. Breathe. Stay in the moment. I'm in control. I'm an adult. I've got this.
I trembled with effort to stay present with Trevor. He caressed my chin, smiling. His smile made me feel fluttery and warm inside. He wouldn't have done that if what he was about to say was bad.
Right?
Trev continued, “You've seen my junk hanging out, right? You eat my cum, right? We're having fun, aren't we?”
“Yeah,” My system flooded with relief but a deeper thought lunged from the darkness. It speared past my lips before I knew what I said. “But is it appropriate? I don't want to fuck up our friendship.”
“I am totally good with what we’re doing but are you?” He searched my eyes, suddenly pensive.
“I want this more than anything,” I confessed, “but I've never felt this before. I don't know where it's taking me. I don't want to ruin what we have. You're my best friend.”
“That's never going to change, Ash.” We hugged and his warmth lulled me into a state of drowsy peace. I shivered at his warm breath against my ear. “I'll always be here for you.” he purred softly.
Despair swelled in my heart and seeped past my lashes in the form of tears. I clutched him tighter. “How can you say that, Trev? You'll be over two thousand miles away! We won't be part of our daily lives anymore. You'll meet new people, make new friends.”
“That'll happen for you too. Life goes on, Ash.” He choked out, tightening his hold on me.
“I don't want to lose this, Trev.” I squeezed him desperately.
An unsettling silence fell over us before Trevor spoke. He seemed suddenly resolved about something. “You won't, I promise.”
“How?” I drew back to look him in the eye. “How can you make that promise?” He gave me a tender smile, bent, and our lips touched for the first time.
“Trust me.” He said.
Author Note: I write in a fantasy world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist but in the real world, PrEP before you play and glove it before you love it. Carry on gentlemen!
Credit: Lil Guy gave me the idea for the "Titanic" joke. I took it more in a "Big Bang Theory" direction than he intended but the rest is his fault. Thank you, Lil Guy! 😀
