Welcome back.
Six chapters inspired by junk mail? Who'd have thought? Hope you're still liking it.
And let's see those donations to Nifty. Gotta pay the bills.
Comments are incredibly welcome, and I intend to answer everyone.
Sunday morning Trevor sat at the kitchen table with the pen in his hand for God knows how long. The RSVP card for Marcus' wedding had frozen him like Freddy Krueger with his claws out.
Accept? Decline? He hovered over each choice half a dozen times before dropping the pen and slouching back with an exasperated sigh.
Trevor didn't even know why he was so conflicted. He felt terrible for Marcus about what seemed to be happening to him but he had no actual proof that Suzanne was doing anything other than exactly what she said: having a baby with the man she fell in love with. Maybe Marcus already knew about her past. It's easy to believe that he'd take it in stride. After all, who better than Marcus to understand about bisexuality?
Was it even any of Trevor's business? Marcus was a grown-ass man with every right to make his own decisions and also the responsibility to deal with the consequences. Trevor on the other hand had no responsibility to protect Marcus after being dumped and basically abandoned.
Of course he could always go ahead and reply yes and his options would still remain open. If he ultimately decided to clue Marcus in about the possibly evil Suzanne and it went badly then he could simply not show up to the wedding.
He checked the box for Accept, and in the spirit of open options he also checked the box for "plus one" and ordered one chicken and one beef entreé. He had no idea who his date might be but it would sure be satisfying to take a page from Elaine's book and show up with a hottie on his arm.
Of course he had to meet one first. Toward that end he decisively grabbed his phone and dialed.
"Trevor!" James answered, delighted. "We haven't seen you since our epic overnighter. What's it been? Three weeks?"
"Yeah. Thanks again for that. I really needed it at the time, and now I need some more help if that's OK."
"Of course, Trev," he said, then turned suggestive. "Itching for another three-way, are you?"
In fact it had been that long since he'd had grownup sex, and a week without any sex at all since he'd been avoiding the boys.
"I'm definitely itching, but actually I'm hoping for something more meaningful," he said. Then when he realized how that sounded he quickly added, "Not that it wasn't great! It truly was epic, but I was the third wheel, you know what I mean?"
"Of course," James said. "We get it."
"So do you know anyone, James, who might be good for me? Yes, I need sex but I don't want to just swipe right on the first profile pic showing a nice bulge."
"As a matter of fact," James said, sounding like a cat in a Friskies factory, "Mick and I met a guy at Atlas last night and we both remarked how perfect he'd be for you."
"Wait a minute," Trevor interrupted. "Wasn't it Leather Night at Atlas? You know I'm not into leathermen."
"Neither is he!" James enthused. "That's what we were talking to him about. Mick and I forgot it was Leather Night until we got there and half the crowd was dressed like motorcycle cops and the other half like cowboys. Rafe is new in town and had no clue. He was just leaving but we couldn't let him get away because he's so fucking cute."
"So did you guys take him home?"
"You bet we did, and it was fantastic! He's smart and funny and amazing in bed. You would love him, Trevor."
"Yeah, but would he be interested in me?"
"That's for you two to figure out, but for what it's worth he asked us if we knew any single guys. We thought of you right away but we weren't sure if you were ready yet."
"And you got a good vibe off this guy, what's his name? Rafe?"
"We got a seriously good vibe," James assured him.
"OK, then," Trevor said. "Give him my number."
"Cool," James said with a huge smile in his voice. "We've been a little worried about you, Trev, that you might be holed up in your little hovel in the suburbs wallowing in misery."
"It is not a hovel!" Trevor said in mock indignation. "It's a nice little house and I've met some very nice neighbors. In fact just last evening I had dinner with a lovely lesbian couple who I think are going to be good friends."
"I'm glad to hear that," James said sincerely. "Friends are good, but what you really need is a friend with something in his pants."
"Crude, James," Trevor said. "True, but crude."
Later when Trevor jerked off and tried to imagine himself with this new man, this cute, smart, funny hottie named Rafe, his fantasies wouldn't cooperate. They kept rushing back to smooth, soft little boys, and when he came he imagined shooting that load deep into little Brandon's beautiful, tight ass.
The next morning Trevor was still in bed when he heard a knock at the screen porch slider.
Shit, he thought. He hadn't gotten up and out to the office early enough. He was astonished to find both Brandon and Gray grinning like idiots.
"This is something new," he said warily, but aware that his heart was racing with excitement. "Both of you, and really early in the morning."
"Well you haven't been around," Gray said. "I came looking for you twice last week but you weren't home. Then I saw Brandon in the park and he said he couldn't find you either, so I figured him and me might as well, you know…"
"Suck dicks!" Brandon finished, and Trevor shushed him in alarm.
"Not out here, Brandon! C'mon, get your asses in the house!"
As soon as the slider closed behind them Brandon launched himself into Trevor's arms and crushed him in a hug.
"Where were you, Trevor?" he complained. "I was worried."
"I wondered too, man," Gray added. "Us two had fun that day…"
"And another day after that!" Brandon put in.
"Yeah," Gray acknowledged with a grin. "This little guy is super hot. But we definitely missed you."
"I, uh, had to work," Trevor lied. "Sometimes I have to go to my office, or to a customer's office, for a meeting."
"Well I'm sure glad you're home today," Brandon said. "Me and Gray are super ready to play!"
One flash memory of the two sexy boys all over him and Trevor forgot his fear of jail-bait like a New Year's resolution on January 2nd. He waved them toward the bedroom and they scampered for it with giggles.
Why the hell not? Trevor thought as he followed. I've already done enough to go up the river all the way to the headwaters. What more can they do to me?
"Let's strip him," Gray suggested.
"Cool!" Brandon enthused and scrambled up to stand on the bed where he could reach high enough to tug off Trevor's shirt. Trevor raised his arms to assist the same as both boys had for him in previous encounters. He had to smile at their enthusiasm.
"You guys are really horny this morning," he observed as he raised one bare foot, then the other, so Gray could get his sleep shorts off.
"Every morning," Gray slyly said, tossing the shorts onto the side chair. "Fuck, look at that, Bran," he added in appreciation of the straining lump in Trevor's boxer briefs.
The littler boy did a seat-drop to the mattress and scooted to the edge, eagerly grabbing Trevor's stiff meat through the fabric and smiling up with gleaming eyes.
"You're really horny too," he said, then reached inside the waistband and grabbed Trevor's bare cock in his hot little hand. Trevor moaned aloud while Brandon and Gray both giggled.
Gray dropped to his knees and tugged down the briefs, revealing Trevor completely. Brandon's hand didn't reach all the way around the engorged shaft, which was an amazing turn-on for Trevor.
"Oh my God you guys," he breathed heavily. "Man, I missed you!"
"I know you did," Gray said, "and I know you missed this."
With that the boy leaned in and took Trevor's hot purple cockhead between his soft lips.
"Oh, good Lord," Trevor exclaimed as the exquisite sensation rocketed up his spine. Gray replaced Brandon's hand with his own and began to work, giggling delightedly at the power he had over this grown man. He worked his way down to half-depth then slowly came back up, giggling again at the enraptured sounds Trevor made.
Not to be left out, Brandon jumped back to his feet on the bed and wrapped his arms around Trevor, who pulled him in him tightly as well. They kissed eagerly and lovingly, both sighing ever more euphorically. Trevor couldn't imagine a better way to enjoy both of these boys' delectible mouths.
Finally Brandon backed away and smiled into Trevor's eyes.
"You guys?" he said. "Can we do it a special way today?"
"Like how?" Gray asked, pausing his cocksucking.
"I was playing with it last night and thinking about us three together and now we really are together so I want us to do it just the way I was thinking about because it really made me cum hard!"
Trevor looked down at Gray with mixed emotions. He hated to interrupt the fabulous blowjob he was getting but he was also curious as hell as to what turned Brandon on so much.
"What do you think, Gray? Should we let the kid run the show?"
"Sure! He came up with some good stuff the other day."
"OK then," Trevor said with a grin for Brandon. "What's your pleasure?"
"Me and Gray have to get naked," he said and quickly peeled off his shirt.
"Wait, wait!" Trevor urged. "Let me get comfortable and watch." He reclined on the bed with his ankles comfortably crossed and pulled a pillow behind his head. "OK, carry on."
The boys undressed quickly, turning like runway models so Trevor could see all the important reveals. When Brandon showed his cute round butt he spread the cheeks with his fingers to expose his wide-open little hole.
"That sure looks tasty," Trevor said, intending it as a joke.
"Then taste it!" Brandon said. "That's the first thing I want to do anyway."
He climbed atop Trevor on his hands and knees in classic 69 position, only instead of his stiff little dick he presented his sweet pink asshole instead.
"Yeah, baby," the boy cooed as Trevor's tongue engaged his sensitive pucker. "Mmmmm, get right in there."
"What about me?" Gray asked. Trevor couldn't see him but from his tone he was feeling left out.
"C'mere and help me suck his dick," Brandon said, and in a second Trevor felt both small mouths on his hot flesh. He'd had a double-blowjob several times before but the addition of a tasty little asshole was a new one.
He hungrily probed the ten-year-old while the boys traded off licking and sucking him, with occasional strokes with their hands. There was no conversation for several minutes while they all chowed down. After a while as Gray was giving Trevor's cockhead an amazing tongue-bath Brandon spoke up.
"Get the lube, Trevor!" he cried urgently. "Grease me up!"
Trevor almost came in Gray's mouth at the realization that the fucking would soon begin. He held it off only by sheer force of will. He reached the lube in the nightstand and worked a generous amount into Brandon's backside.
"Yeah," the boy sighed when Trevor's two fingers were fully inserted. "Grease your dick now, Trevor," he commanded, and Trevor hastily complied. Brandon spun around to face Trevor, quickly aligned his hole with the pole and without hesitation impaled himself.
"Ahhhhh," Brandon sighed like he was settling into a hot bath.
"Fuck, that's so sexy!" Gray said from a foot away. "How can such a little hole open up so wide?"
"It's easy," Brandon said as he continued his slow slide to the bottom. "But you're in this too, Gray. Sit on Trevor's face and let him eat your ass. Then we can both get good butt feelings."
Gray looked to Trevor for permission and Trevor grinned.
"Sure, climb aboard," he said, and, facing Brandon, Gray squatted astride Trevor and carefully lowered his beautiful slim butt right onto the man's lips.
"Oh, yeah!" Gray squealed as Trevor's tongue began to tickle him. "I'll never get over how weird it feels, but it's so good I don't care!"
Brandon rocked his hips while Trevor humped upward, maximizing the depth of their fucking, and Gray rocked his own hips to grind his anus against Trevor's mouth. It was an uncoodinated mess for a while but finally the boys synchronized their movements and found a rhythm that worked.
"Oh my God," Brandon sighed as a tremor of pleasure washed through him. "I'm so full!"
Trevor could make only muffled sounds of ecstasy. Gray's beautiful, pliant asshole was wide open and relaxed, and Trevor probed him deeper than he'd ever gotten his tongue into anyone. It began to ache but there was no way he was abandoning this bliss and he pushed through the pain.
"God I love your dick in me!" Brandon cried.
"And I love your tongue in me!" Gray echoed.
The horny trio rocked and writhed and rocked some more. Minutes passed and Trevor's climax was just starting to build when Brandon unexpectedly stopped.
"OK, me and Gray switch now," he said.
The older boy abruptly stopped too.
"Wait, what?" he said through the sex-fog in his brain.
"In my jerk-off last night," Brandon explained, "you and me switched places and I sat on Trevor's face and you sat on his dick."
"You mean so it goes up me?" Gray cried in alarm. "No way, Brandon!"
"You guys said I could run the show!" Brandon complained. "You promised."
"But I don't let grownups do that!" Gray protested.
"Aw, come on, Gray," Brandon urged. "You loved it when I did it to you!"
"Your dick is little. Trevor's is big!"
"I swear your butt can stretch enough," Brandon said. "You see how I take it. I promise you can too!"
"He doesn't have to," Trevor piped in. "Nobody should do anything they don't want to do."
"But he wants to!" Brandon insisted. "He's just scared, that's all. Gray, I swear you'll love it once it gets in there. You'll feel so warm and so full…. I swear to God it's the best feeling ever!"
"Well…" Gray said, and Trevor knew that the boy's resistance was faltering. He probed even more sensually with his tongue.
Brandon climbed off of Trevor's cock, and though Trevor couldn't see he must have made a point of showing his gaping butthole because he said with satisfaction, "See, it opens right up because it wants a nice big dick in there!"
Gray said nothing for a moment. He seemed to be actually considering it. Seconds slowly ticked by.
"You'll go real easy, right Trevor? And you'll stop if it hurts too much?" He was again grinding his hole against Trevor's lips, letting the tongue get in really deep.
"He'll be careful, Gray!" Brandon answered for Trevor since his mouth was otherwise occupied. "He doesn't want to hurt you. He wants to make you feel super good so you'll let him fuck you again and again!"
Trevor lifted Gray off of his face an inch. "It's not just that. I want to make you feel good just so you feel good."
"OK," Gray said, climbing off Trevor's face and turning to face him. "But you watch my eyes real close, OK? If you see that it hurts me you stop right away!"
"Of course," Trevor earnestly said. "Brandon's right. I don't ever want to hurt you."
"Oh boy!" Brandon whooped. "You'll see, Gray. It feels so good!"
Brandon applied additional lube to Trevor's trembling dick-tip and then to Gray's loose bumhole.
"Boy, you're so wide-open I don't know if you even need lube!"
With an uncertain look Gray crouched over Trevor's towering cock. To his credit he only hesitated a few seconds before he lowered himself and made minor adjustments for alignment.
"OK," he said when he was satisfied. "Here goes."
Gray's heat engulfed Trevor's cock, his young anus opening incredibly easily and allowing the big head to squish right inside.
"Holy shit," the boy gasped. "That didn't even hurt."
"I told you you were ready for it," Brandon said happily. "Get used to it right there for a second. You'll know when to take more."
Trevor's heart pounded as hard as his cock. It was familiar but different from being inside Brandon. It was tight and hot of course, but somehow had its own individual feel. He didn't want to spend CPU cycles on analysis so he simply gave himself up to the pleasure.
Gray slid down another inch and stopped.
"Oh my God," he breathed. "Oh shit I feel full already!"
Brandon fixed his friend with his eyes. "But it's great, isn't it?
"Yeah," Gray whimpered, but it didn't sound like pain. Actually it did sound like pain but deliciously welcome pain; just enough pain to be pleasurable.
Gray slid down, not stopping this time until his cheeks settled lightly onto Trevor's pubes.
"Oh, man!" the boy cried. "I can't believe how good this feels! Why did I wait so long?"
"You were just scared, Gray," Brandon said, the experienced old hand reassuring the newbie. "But now you know, right? Now Trevor can really make love to you."
"Yeah," the boy mewled, yearning. "Make love to me, Trevor."
A second invitation was not required.
Trevor began to gently hump, tiny thrusts at first but gaining length and speed as the boy could tolerate. Gray locked his hazel eyes onto the man, solidifying their connection, and Trevor felt it in his soul as well as his cock. In his mind it changed from carnal, animal screwing into real lovemaking in about ten thrusts.
"Oh yeah!" Gray moaned as Trevor filled him with fabulous man-meat. "Oh shit!"
"Oh Gray!" Trevor gasped. "You're so hot!"
"Fuck him, Trevor!" Brandon gleefully chimed in. "Make him love it as much as I do!"
"I do!" Gray cried. "I love it! Fuck me, Trevor! Fuck me!"
Trevor humped upward with controlled intensity. Their skin slapped sharply on every thrust, a sound that always turned him on. Sweat formed on his brow and his breath came heavy but he was determined to keep it going as long as he could.
"Now for the big finish!" Brandon cried and climbed on top of Trevor in the same 69 position as before, again offering his little asshole to be rimmed. Somewhere along the line he had wiped away the lube.
"Lick it, Trevor!" he cried. "Eat my butthole!"
Trevor hated to divert his attention from Gray but there was so much to be said for a three-way! He pulled Brandon's hips back a little so he could reach his hole when to his surprise Brandon flopped forward to lay his chest on Trevor's belly.
"Oh, Brandon! Yeah baby! Suck it!" Gray's high voice cried out.
Trevor could scarcely comprehend everything that was happening. He was balls-deep in a twelve-year-old's virgin ass — virgin to grown men anyway — while he ate a ten-year-old's decidedly non-virgin ass and that boy sucked the first one's cock.
What a tableau it must have made! If you looked up "perversion" in the encyclopedia there would probably be a picture of it.
The three of them humped and wriggled and moaned and sighed in one big scrum of sex. Trevor felt his buildup happening and he knew nothing would stop it this time. At the same time he sensed the boys also gearing up for the "big finish" Brandon had promised.
He refused to even hope for three simultaneous orgasms. This was real life after all, not some amateur porn story on the Internet. But even if they all crossed the finish line separately it would still be the best goddamn sex Trevor had ever had.
"Oh fuck, here it comes!" Gray cried as the dual stimulation of big cock up his ass and small mouth on his dick sent him over. "Unghh! Unghh!" he groaned as he squeezed Trevor with every muscle he had.
The boy clenched and released over and over as his orgasm consumed him and Trevor tried to hurry with his, hoping to at least begin before Gray was completely done. Just when it seemed Gray was spent he clenched one last time harder than ever and Trevor's jizz launched like a rocket, firing the main engines, the primary booster and the separation stage straight up Gray's rectum.
"Oh God! Oh God!" Trevor and Gray cried almost in unison, though Trevor's cry was muffled by Brandon's clenching ass. Only a few seconds later the youngest boy tensed and had his own dry cum, gripping Trevor's tongue with his sphincter and moaning loudly around Gray's slackening dick.
Trevor felt Gray slump in exhaustion, the only thing holding him up being Trevor's still-hard cock and Brandon's still-sucking mouth. In a moment Brandon finished and disengaged, dismounting Trevor's face like a bicycle and rolling onto his back on the bed. Trevor quickly reached for Gray and helped him slump to the side, Trevor's slimy softening dick oozing out and flopping wetly against his thigh. They all lay back breathing heavily and moaning softly.
"Holy Hell," Gray finally muttered, and his two partners both chuckled softly.
Trevor awoke to the delightful sensation of soft, warm boyflesh snuggled against both sides. He opened his eyes and found Brandon serenely sleeping on his right and Gray's sweet face gazing up at him on the left with a positively enraptured smile.
His heart filled with joy like he hadn't known since the breakup.
"Hi, Sleepyhead," Gray whispered, snuggling in a little tighter.
"Hi," Trevor replied in full voice, but Gray shushed him.
"Brandon's sleeping," the boy whispered, "and I have to say something before he wakes up."
"Are you OK?"
Gray's smile broadened. "Oh, I'm way better than just OK. I'm fantastic. You opened up a whole new world for me today."
"Well, I opened up something," Trevor said dryly.
"Listen," Gray said, getting serious, "Brandon is already the best friend I ever had and definitely the best boy I know for sex and I don't want anything to mess that up. He's way in love with you and I don't want to see him get hurt, but the thing is, I think I might be falling in love with you too."
What the fuck? Trevor thought, staring blankly at his laptop that he had not yet touched in the ten minutes since he sat down to work. It was getting really hard to deny his feelings.
He had dismissed this recent foray into underage sex as fallout from his breakup with Marcus and assumed that he would get back onto his old even keel as soon as he met a man he liked. The kid stuff had been nothing more than nostalgia for a bygone time when love was simple and Marcus was unequivocally his, before the high school femme fatals turned his head and fucked things up. Brandon and Gray literally fell into his lap and had been a good antidote for his depression, but he never expected it to last or be in any way romantic.
He thought Brandon's quickly-declared love was a mere overreaction to the loss of Phillip, a quick substitution so he didn't have to deal with his feelings of abandonment. Gray was just a horny gay boy who went with anybody who made him feel good, and if Phillip wasn't around Trevor would do fine. He still didn't know what to make of Duko, who acted like a ravenous cock hound one second and a cold-hearted whore the next.
The word romantic didn't seem to apply to any of them.
But now Trevor's heart fluttered for Brandon the way it once did for Marcus, and for Gray too if he's being honest. Cops and prison loomed like a Lovecraft monster in the woods but they couldn't stop Trevor from recognizing his shocking inner truth.
He was falling in love with two little boys.
Trevor was finally on a roll. He had concentrated on his work for nearly two hours without a single thought of Marcus or the kids.
Wait. Does thinking about not thinking about them actually constitute thinking about them?
He threw that out of his mind like a bouncer tossing a rowdy drunk and got back to business. In another two hours he had completely caught up on his assignment and with great satisfaction uploaded the finished product to his boss's review queue.
"That's more like it," he said aloud, closing his laptop and heading for the fridge. There was a nice local pilsner in there with his name on it and he felt he deserved it.
He was fishing in a drawer for the bottle opener — this beer too crafty for a twist-off — when he heard a car coming up his driveway. He ran to the door with the unopened bottle still in his hand, scared shitless that the cops were back.
It wasn't them, but almost as scary.
"Marcus?" he piped an octave higher than usual. He had to hold back the words What the hell are you doing here?
Marcus didn't answer or wait for an invitation. His lips pressed in an angry tight line, he yanked open the screen door and brushed past Trevor into the house.
"Why are you ghosting me?" Marcus demanded. "What the fuck is your problem, Trevor?"
"Why am I ghosting you?"
"You heard me. Answer the question."
"Oh, that's rich," Trevor said, his own anger rising. "You dump my ass to shack up with this girl and I owe you explanations?"
"I've already explained a hundred times! I'm not shacking up, Trevor. We made a baby! And that baby deserves a stable home with a Mom and a Dad who love her!"
Trevor had a sharp retort already on his lips when he realized.
"Her?" he softly asked.
"Yeah," Marcus replied equally softly, a tiny smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "We found out yesterday."
"Wow," Trevor muttered. "Everything OK?"
"Yeah. We counted appendages. Ten fingers, ten toes, zero winkies."
Trevor laughed softly and for a second it was the old him and the old Trevor, but then he remembered.
"Marcus," he began, forcing himself calm, "it's been a month without a single word from you except for the wedding invitation."
"What are you talking about? I must have called you fifty times and you always hung up!"
"Not one single call, Marcus. I could have missed one or two because I do occasionally sleep and take showers, but I have never once hung up on you!"
"Then what do you call these?" Marcus challenged, whipping out his phone and quickly bringing up his call log. Trevor couldn't believe what he saw: entry after entry of his name and the words in red, Call rejected.
"What the…"
He rushed to the coffee table and grabbed his phone, bringing up his own log. It showed only one call from Marcus' number since the breakup, the crazy one from Suzanne. He chose not to mention it.
"I don't get it, Marcus," he said. "I don't have any calls from you. No texts either."
"Let me see that!" Marcus snatched the phone from his hand. "I must've texted a dozen times too." His brow furrowed as he scanned the call and text logs.
"What did you do, Trevor? Delete 'em?"
"Yeah sure, Marcus," he derided, "because I knew you'd drive way the fuck over here and check my phone."
Marcus fiddled with the phone a little more and then smiled in grim satisfaction.
"Then what's this?" he asked, showing Trevor the screen. To his astonishment there was Marcus' name and number on a list marked Blocked Callers. There was also a checkmark in a box that said Block Incoming Texts.
"What the fuck?"
"So what happened? Did you get mad and block me, Trevor? Or did you get drunk and block me? Or maybe you just got stupid."
Trevor gulped.
"Um, the last one, I guess," he sheepishly said. "I honestly didn't block you on purpose, Marcus. It must have happened by accident."
"You're a tech writer, Trevor! Am I supposed to believe that Mr. Techie doesn't know how to use his phone?"
"You can believe whatever you want," Trevor said. "But you've known me our whole lives. Look me in the eye and call me a liar."
They locked eyes, Marcus flinty at first but quickly softening.
"Well, you never were before now," he said, but then bolder again, "And I suppose you accidentally ignored my emails, too!"
Trevor smiled, a gotcha in his voice. "What address are you using?"
"Your address, Trevor, the one I've been using for years."
"At yahoo.com?"
"Yeah."
"They had a breach last winter," Trevor said. "And the interface was old-fashioned and clunky anyway, so I stopped using it and got a gmail instead. I told you about it at the time."
"Last winter?" Marcus retorted with his own gotcha. "We've sent each other plenty of emails since then. Why did those go through?"
"Look at your phone, Marcus. Touch Details on one of my emails and look at the actual sender address, not just the Display Name."
Trevor touched his phone a few times then got a shocked expression on his face. "What the hell?"
"If you replied to an email from me it would go to the right address," Marcus smugly said. "I probably missed a few that you originated if you sent them to the Yahoo account and we just didn't notice."
"Wouldn't they have bounced?"
"I never closed that account, just stopped checking it. Those emails are piling up on some Yahoo server somewhere."
Marcus pondered a second and then said more quietly, "You never reached out to me for a whole month either, Trev."
"It wasn't my responsibility," he said. "I'm the one who got dumped and abandoned."
"You weren't abandoned! I've been trying to reach you, and I wouldn't exactly call it being dumped either."
"What would you call it then, when the guy you've loved since you were six decides he wants somebody else instead?"
"Shit happens sometimes Trev, you know?" Marcus said, a bit of pleading in his voice. "I'm just trying to do what's right."
"Yeah, sure," Trevor said. "Right by the baby, right by Suzanne and right by yourself. How is it right by me?"
Marcus held his eyes for a moment before he spoke.
"It's not, Trevor. I know that, but what am I supposed to do? No matter how I play this somebody is going to get hurt and I can't let that be my daughter! I love you Trev and I always will but that's all I can offer at the moment."
"Yeah," Trevor said. "That and four bucks gets me a Starbucks." Then on impulse, "Did Suzanne tell you about Bev?"
"Her old girlfriend? Sure. How do you know about Bev?"
"She and her wife are friends of mine. Did you know that Suzanne pressured Bev practically from day one to get married and start looking for sperm donors?"
"She said they talked about maybe someday having a kid, but then they broke up."
"Bev said she had to get out when it became obvious that it was the baby Suzanne wanted, not the marriage. And the exact same thing happened with Suzanne's previous girlfriend too. Marcus, have you considered that maybe now you're the sperm donor?"
"Oh, that's fuckin' low, Trevor!" Marcus shot back. "I know you're hurting but that doesn't give you the right to say something like that."
"Bev said it. I'm just trying to look out for you."
"By implying that I'm such a fool that I can't tell when I'm being used? Bev's just talking shit about her ex like everybody does."
"I don't think so, man," Trevor said. "This girl is a pretty together person and now she's very happily married to a great woman. She doesn't need to talk shit about anyone."
"Nobody ever needs to. They just do."
"Well, I guess you've got a point there," Trevor said, letting it drop. He gestured with the pilsner still in his hand. "You want one of these?"
"Yeah, OK," Marcus said, and a few minutes later they settled onto the couch, prepared to at least be civil with each other.
"So," Marcus began with purpose, "Now that we know that I wasn't ghosting you and you weren't ghosting me, and with your concern properly noted that the mother of my child might be a conniving bitch who's only using me for my cum, here's a question for you. Trevor, will you be my best man?"
Trevor's mouth dropped open and he stared in shock and uncertainty.
"Jesus!" Marcus cried. "I didn't think it would be such a tough question!" He jumped to his feet and started for the door, throwing over his shoulder, "But if that's how you're gonna be…"
"Wait!" Trevor shouted, rising and taking two steps after him.
Marcus stopped but didn't turn back around.
"Of course I'll be your best man, Marcus! I'm honored to be part of your wedding. It took me by surprise is all. Ten minutes ago I thought you were done with me, like you hoped I wouldn't even come to the wedding much less stand up in it."
Marcus turned to him. "Of course I want you in my wedding," he said. He opened his strong arms and folded Trevor in. "I love you, you big dope. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
"About a million," Trevor said with a shy smile. "So you'd better get started."
"I love you I love you I love you," Marcus said and kissed him fully and deeply. Trevor melted into him just like old times.
"Do I have to throw you a bachelor party?" Trevor teased, but Marcus wasn't fazed.
"You bet you do," he said, "and there'd better be plenty of cold beer and hot cocks!"
Trevor kissed him again and, with a loving smile so as not to be misinterpreted again, gently pulled away.
"I'm gonna need some clarity here, Marcus," he said. "So you're not going straight and giving up gay sex?"
"I never said I was," Marcus said. "Suzanne and I are both happily bisexual and we've been comepletely open with each other about that. She and I will be exclusive in that I will be her only man and she will be my only woman, and we will live together as husband and wife and raise our daughter together as so-called normally as anyone else. Meanwhile we can both have our fun on the side."
"Holy shit," Trevor muttered. "I guess Elaine was the one who hit it on the head."
"What do you mean? Who's Elaine?"
"Elaine is Bev's wife. I was over there one night and they were trying to help me make sense of all this."
"So what was Elaine's brilliant insight, as if my life was any of her business?"
"Suzanne called me, Marcus," he gently said. "She suggested that you and I go on dates and have overnights together, even after you get married. I got my nose completely out of joint and told her off, because I wasn't about to settle for being your side piece while she gets you for all the important stuff, the marriage, the home and the loving family. I don't want to be 'the other woman,' Marcus. I couldn't take it."
"I get that, Trev, I really do."
"Elaine was the one who gave Suzanne the benefit of the doubt. She said maybe Suzanne was honest with you all along and you guys had decided to have an open marriage, where you are both allowed no-strings fun as long as you come home to each other afterward." With a small chuckle he added, "She saw something like it in a movie once and everything went wrong, but still."
"We think it's the right thing for us," Marcus said. "My gay side isn't going away and neither is hers. If we acknowledge that from the beginning I think we have a shot."
"I hope so, man," Trevor said. "But I still can't be the side piece."
"I know," Marcus said, "but keep an open mind, OK? I mean, what if you had your own relationship, a man you love and can build that home and family with? Couldn't I, you know, come over to party sometimes?"
"It would depend on so many things, Marcus," he said. "My hypothetical new man would have to be into it, for one obvious thing."
And he'd have to be past puberty, Trevor thought.
Thanks for reading Chapter 6 of Phillip Anderson (or Current Resident.) Chapter 7 is coming soon.
If you like my stuff have a look at my story archive here on my Prolific Authors page.
If you email me I will add you to my mailing list and notify you whenever I post on Nifty. I won't use your name for any other purpose and I will remove you from the list upon request.