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"Trevor?"
When he looked up from his laptop he was a bit taken aback. This was not what he was expecting.
"Rafe? Yes, hi. Thanks for coming. Can I get you a coffee?"
Trevor was aware he was smiling like an idiot. The guy was gorgeous! On the short side at five-feet-six or so, but perfectly proportioned, with wavy, sandy-blond hair, a small, cute nose, plush lips turned up into a very genuine smile and ice blue eyes that sparkled with — mischief he wanted to say. Rafe's face was boyishly adorable and it didn't escape Trevor that the boyish part really pushed his newly-discovered hot button.
"I already put in my order," Rafe said in a higher register than most men, gesturing toward the counter. "You were so intent on your computer that I didn't think you were the guy, but I finally came over anyway because I really hoped you were."
"Sorry," Trevor said, flustered and scrambling to close his laptop and move it out of the way. "I'm just catching up on some work. Seems like I'm always behind."
"No problem," Rafe said and pulled out a chair to sit.
"Rafe!" The barrista chose that moment to call. "Venti double-shot latte!"
"Whoa! Extra large and high octane!" Trevor teased, enjoying Rafe's shy smile in reaction. "Caffeine junkie?"
"I had a late night," Rafe explained, holding Trevor's gaze as he waved an acknowledgment to the barrista.
"A fun one, I hope."
"Depends on whether you think Advanced Calculus is fun," Rafe said. "I actually don't, but I gotta have it if I want to be an architect. I'm just gonna grab my coffee and be right back."
Trevor watched Rafe's cute butt undulate in tight cutoff Levis. He was slim — even a bit slight — with shapely, smooth legs. Maybe it was just that Rafe was blond but Trevor couldn't discern any hair on those lovely gams.
Not for nothin', it struck Trevor that Rafe looked more like a big kid than a grown man. His cock twitched in his pants.
"So," Rafe said when he sat down with his drink, "Is this your regular coffee place?"
"Yeah," Trevor replied, drinking in those ice blue eyes. "I live a block over on Beech."
"I don't know streets yet," Rafe said. "I only moved here two weeks ago and I mostly stay pretty near campus."
"So you're at Benton studying architecture?"
"I haven't declared the major yet, but if things go as planned…"
"You're a freshman?" Trevor asked, noting with excitement that he seemed like a very fresh man indeed.
"And a half," Rafe said with a smile. "I graduated high school early and did a year of community college. Now I'm taking summer term at Benton."
"In a hurry are we?" Trevor teased, surprised at how at-ease he already felt with Rafe.
"I had to get out of the house and on my own," Rafe said, focusing on his coffee.
"Oh shit!" Trevor gasped, thinking of all the ways a queer teenager can have a difficult home life. "I don't mean to pry, but was it the gay thing?"
Rafe brightened again.
"Oh, God no," he said. "That was fine. My Mom and my younger brothers are all perfectly cool with it, and my Dad fucked off when I was seven. Let's just say my Mom was underemployed and overwhelmed with two jobs and three kids. When I got the scholarship and the federal grant it was a perfect solution for me to go live at school so she could downsize to a cheaper apartment."
"I get it," Trevor said, relieved that he hadn't stepped in it too badly.
"The grant only pays for housing when you're actually taking classes, so here I am doing Calculus II in the summer."
"So," Trevor said, waxing lecherous again, "you're what, then? Nineteen?"
"Last month," Rafe smiled. "I know I don't look it. My roommate calls me Babyface, but he's just kidding. He's a cool guy."
"I'm 24," Trevor offered, "and I look every day of it."
"You look pretty good to me," Rafe disarmingly said, and they shared extended eye contact.
"I've always looked younger than I am," Rafe went on. "In high school teachers who didn't know me would stop me in the hall and ask if I was confused, and explain that the middle school was next door."
Trevor laughed. "I'm sorry," he said. "That must have been a hassle for you."
"It works in my favor sometimes," Rafe said. "I got into the movies for the under-12 price until I was 15, and I think it's kind of working for me right now."
Trevor's eyes widened in understanding.
"I've always liked being the younger one," Rafe said, his blue eyes holding Trevor's. "It kind of turns me on."
Trevor gulped.
"Yeah," he said softly, still fixed on those amazing eyes. "It's a new thing for me, being the older one, but I'm kind of into it."
"You live a block from here you say?" Rafe pursued. "Would you like to see how young the rest of me looks?"
Holy shit Trevor thought as he made himself a turkey sandwich for lunch. Rafe had spent two hours in his bed before he had to shower and get to class, and it was really something.
His body was amazing, not much bigger than Duko's — anywhere — and he played up the "younger" thing big time by keeping his already-sparse body hair completely shaved. He acted his boyish role to the max too, without getting campy about it. He never called Trevor "Daddy" or anything but otherwise played the young teen part with full conviction. Only the gush of thick cum at the end belied the fantasy and Trevor could certainly forgive that biological reality.
He wondered if Rafe acted that way with James and Mick, and whether they went for it. They had never seemed the type to Trevor, but then he probably didn't seem the type to them either.
Anyway, it had been a great time and Rafe was a great guy just like they said. He was smart, funny, beautiful and great in bed.
And legal.
That was no small thing. If Trevor could be happy with Rafe it would relieve a big chunk of his anxiety. Of course it was way too soon to even be thinking of happily ever after. They only met three hours ago, and maybe Rafe was only into it for the one-time thrill. Plus Trevor had to acknowledge that even while he was enjoying Rafe he had found his thoughts drifting back to the boys.
It seems looking and acting like a kid and actually being one are two very different things.
Over the next week Trevor took Rafe on two really fun dates, during which he acted his full 19 years and which both ended with sex at Trevor's house. The second time Rafe stayed all night and they had sex again before breakfast. It was still older/younger role-play and it was still fantastic, in fact getting better and better as they learned how best to please one another.
The friendship and the role-play were great with Rafe, and he fully intended to see where their relationship went, but the entire time there was a kind of emptiness in his heart too, and he knew exactly what was missing.
Trevor was now more sure than ever that his feelings for Brandon and Gray were real, that he actually, romantically loved them. It meant he'd probably never again see a cop without shitting his pants but what could he do? He was hopelessly, helplessly enthralled.
Trevor's excitement vaulted into hyperspace when Brandon's knock finally came. Gray was with him, as was becoming the norm. He smiled lovingly as he let the boys in, immediately enfolding them in passionate hugs and covering them each in turn with kisses.
"Wow Trevor," Gray said as soon as his mouth was free. "You're awfully happy to see us."
"Of course I'm happy to see you," he said. "I'm always happy to see the boys I love."
Both boys gasped in surprise and Brandon's smile somehow spread wider than his face.
"Trevor! You said it!" he cried in total happiness. "I knew you would someday. I knew it!"
Gray kind of backed off as Brandon threw himself again into Trevor's arms and kissed him deeply.
"Yeah," Trevor said. "I knew it too. I think I fell in love practically the first time I met you, Bran." Trevor pulled Gray in with them and kissed him too. "I mean you too you know. I'm nuts about both of you."
The boy returned half a smile, still a bit wary.
"Can it really be that way?" he asked. "You can love both of us?"
"There are no rules, Gray," Trevor said. "You love who your heart tells you to love, and my heart says I love you and I love Brandon!"
Gray threw his arms around both of them and squeezed for all he was worth.
"I'm so happy you said that!" he cried, tears of joy springing from his hazel eyes. "I love you guys so much!"
"This is great, Gray!" Brandon said. "I love both of you guys too. If you love us back then we're all in three-way love!"
"I do, Bran!" Gray said. "I was afraid to say it before because I thought you'd get jealous, like the first day you saw me with him. I didn't want to lose you!"
"You're not going to lose me," Brandon insisted. "You're my boyfriend and I love you, and Trevor, you're my boyfriend and I love you too! Now let's get in that bedroom and prove it!"
In less than a minute Trevor found himself in the middle of a naked flesh sandwich, the three of them on their sides. He deeply sucked Brandon's sweet little stiffy while behind him Gray rubbed himself on Trevor's back and craned around to kiss Brandon's equally sweet mouth. After a few minutes Trevor turned the other way and slurped Gray's slightly bigger one between his lips. Brandon launched himself over both of them, scooting down the bed to wriggle his face between the soft cheeks of Gray's beautiful butt.
"Oh!" Gray squealed when Brandon's little tongue lapped across his sphincter. "Yeah Bran! Lick me like you do!"
"Mmmm, I love your hole, Gray!" the younger boy piped in his clear high voice.
That lovely unchanged voice was one of the things that had been missing with Rafe. No matter what, it would always be fake with Rafe, a performance. A really fun performance, but still a mere impersonation of a boy.
Funny thing was Trevor really liked Rafe when he acted his true age, too, relating to each other as adults. That was something the boys couldn't give him and maybe he needed that too.
What the boys could give him was unbridled, heartfelt affection. And sex! Boy did they give him that! After rimming Gray for several minutes Brandon jumped off the bed and ran to fetch the lube out of Trevor's nightstand. In seconds he was back and greasing Gray's willing back door.
"Ohhh!" Gray moaned. "That's it baby. Two fingers, OK? Oh yeah."
Trevor thought Brandon was going to spoon up to Gray's back and fuck him while Trevor continued to suck. He imagined Brandon's thrusts driving Gray's cock in and out of his mouth and it turned him way on, but that wasn't what Brandon had in mind.
"I've got a great idea, you guys," Brandon announced. He flopped onto his back with his butt right at the edge and his legs up and said, "Climb on top of me Gray. Let's rub our dicks together and kiss, you know, like we did last time with my legs around your back. Then Trevor, you stand behind Gray and put your dick up him!"
Trevor realized immediately that this would be even better than the position he had imagined. It would be his thrusts driving the rhythm and he would have a ringside view of his two little lovers making out like crazy!
The moment the boys were locked together in their passionate position Trevor slipped tight behind Gray's tight behind. He rubbed his big cockhead up and down the boy's smooth, pristine crack, teasing the shiny winking hole that had recently hosted Brandon's two fingers. When Gray gave an especially heated moan Trevor knew it was time and he centered his cock and pushed.
"Mmmmm," Gray sighed into Brandon's mouth as Trevor slipped easily into him. As scared as the boy had initially been to take a grownup dick it seemed his asshole was much braver and it swallowed Trevor's manhood in one steady thrust.
"Oh fuck, Gray," Trevor sighed. "You feel so fucking good!"
"Yeah," the boy gasped. "Fuck me slow and deep. I love how you fill me up!"
Trevor began his slow, but deep and powerful pumps. The boy relaxed completely, utterly into the pleasure he was receiving from his boy below and his man behind. They all writhed together in rhythm, moaning and sighing their exclamations of love. It was hot and passionate and soon they were slick with sweat, the funk of sex filling the room.
Trevor was comfortably riding just below his boiling point when he felt Gray tense and tighten.
"Oh Trevor!" the boy gasped. "I'm gonna cum! Keep going just like that!"
Trevor concentrated on his task, giving the boy the slow, steady drumbeat that was getting him there so perfectly. Eight more thrusts turned out to be the magic number and Gray's wonderful little ass clenched Trevor's cock over and over with the boy's convulsions. Gray cried out in ecstasy as his body gave its all until he finally fell limp atop his sweet Brandon, who gently kissed him and whispered unintelligible words of love into his ear.
Trevor was seconds from his own climax and he knew Gray would have happily let him go ahead and finish, but he had another idea. He carefully pulled out of Gray's slack cavity and re-aligned himself with Brandon.
"Oh, Trevor!" the boy cried as the big cock nosed inside. After one second of reflexive resistance Brandon opened himself and in that sexy high voice said, "Yes! Give me everything!"
Trevor grinned as he pushed himself through that wonderful, tight little ring. Brandon gasped, having no lube or finger preparation, but he was so excited and Trevor's cock was so lubricated from deep-dicking Gray that he took it almost as easily as Gray had. In a few seconds Trevor was fucking the smaller boy just as deeply and even faster. Trevor was on a mission to fire his load and Brandon seemed happy to be the target.
"Kiss me, Gray!" the boy implored. "Help me cum!"
Gray roused himself and re-engaged with Brandon, both of them moaning and gasping into each other's mouths. Trevor pumped deep and hard, bottoming inside his littlest lover over and over. The heat rose in his belly and he knew it wouldn't be long, only hoping Brandon would catch up.
In answer to those prayers Brandon clenched and gave a cry muffled by Gray's passionate kiss. Brandon tightened rhythmically as he reached his peak, which sent Trevor over as well and his gushing seed burst into the boy's welcoming depths.
There wasn't a goddamn thing missing from that sex.
Over the following week Trevor took Rafe on two more dates and fooled around with Gray twice and Brandon three times, including another three-way, plus Duko came over on Thursday as usual. Trevor paid for the dates because he had a job while Rafe was a struggling college student, and of course he paid for Duko's services.
Both his balls and his wallet were empty but he was a pretty happy camper, except maybe for the two times he woke up in a panic at 3 am from a nightmare of being gang-raped in prison.
When a firm knock came from the porch Trevor immediately recognized it as Duko's. He smiled at first but then remembered that it was Tuesday and Duko wasn't expected for two more days. He answered the door ready to protest the extra twenty bucks but Duko's scowl stopped him dead.
"What's the matter?" he asked, ushering the boy inside. Duko waited for the slider to close before he spoke.
"I'm changing our deal. From now on it's a hundred a week and you don't get no sex!"
"What? What are you talking about?"
Duko glared at him with cold eyes.
"That's how it is or else I fuck you up," the boy spat. "I saw those two kids sneak onto the porch, that Grayson Carter from my school and the younger one that lives in the blue house. They stayed for an hour and a half then snuck back out again all giggling and shit. I know you're sexin' them, and all it takes is a phone call and the cops are on you like flies on dog shit!"
"But… why? I thought you liked me!"
"That goes both ways, doesn't it, Trevor?"
"Sure it does. And I do like you, Duko. That's why I don't understand what's going on!"
"You don't have to understand," the boy said with disdain. "Just pay up or else!"
Trevor settled himself for a moment.
"You can't just call the cops," he said evenly. "You're breaking the law too you know."
"I can call 'em — what do you call it? Anonymous. So they don't know it was me."
"Yeah, but I'll just tell them it was you," Trevor rejoined.
The look in Duko's eyes confirmed that he hadn't thought of that.
"We've both got secrets, Duko," Trevor went on. "We can't tell on each other."
"Yeah, well I don't need the cops to mess you up. How would you like your new college boyfriend to know you screw around with kids?"
Trevor's mouth dropped open.
"Yeah, I know about him too," Duko smugly said. "I was across the street from Starbucks when you guys came out together last week and I followed you home. When he didn't come out after an hour I knew what was up."
"You're following me?"
"Not then, but I am now," the boy said. "You know, I was happy for you when I saw you with that guy. I was glad you had a grownup to go on dates with and shit. But then I saw those boys."
Duko said the last part downright angrily.
"Duko, I'm sorry if it makes you mad that I see other boys," Trevor said, he hoped soothingly. "I couldn't tell you about them for the same reason I don't tell anyone about you. I had no idea you'd be jealous."
"Jealous? Hah!"
"Then what?"
"They're cuttin' into my business if they're givin' it to you for free," he said. "But this way I'll make even more money."
"Duko, I can't afford it. I just don't have the money."
"Then you'd better figure something out quick," he said with finality. "I'll be back Thursday at the regular time and you'd better have it!"
Trevor closed the banking app on his phone and set it solemnly on the table. He didn't even need a precise accounting to know that if he knuckled under to Duko he would default on his rent the very next month.
It simply wasn't possible unless he took in a roommate, which wasn't likely to happen before Duko came around on Thursday. Not to mention, who's going to pay $400 a month to sleep in the living room of a one-bedroom house? Trevor would have to be the one to sleep in the living room.
It just wouldn't do.
He remembered a time his Aunt Alice was watching an old movie on DVD and he snuggled in next to her. He was only about ten at the time and the movie was pretty grown-up so Aunt Alice frequently paused the video, patiently explaining the plot and the characters' interactions to him.
It was just like her. Rather than dismiss Trevor as "too young" the way most adults did she treated him like an actual human being capable of understanding if she just explained it.
God he missed her.
In the movie the main character was being blackmailed by someone who somehow knew the one terrible thing he had done in his life, cheating on his sweet, trusting wife with some floozie at work. It ended when the floozie moved up to screwing and ultimately marrying the boss. The guy thought he'd gotten away with it, dedicating himself to his wife and family from then on, until the blackmailer showed up demanding money or he'd spill some sort of proof he claimed to have, pictures or some shit. Trevor didn't exactly remember.
The blackmailer turned out to be the floozie's first husband, who blamed this guy for starting his wife down the road to divorcing him. He blamed the main guy for ruining his life and actually intended to kill him, not blackmail him. Trevor remembered a big fight scene on a cliff and the bad guy falling to his death despite the good guy's frantic efforts to save him. A typical Hollywood bullshit ending.
Aunt Alice explained that in real life violence is almost never the right way to resolve conflict. She said that the guy should have called the blackmailer's bluff, confess to his wife and take whatever consequences there may be from that. Sure he could lose her, Aunt Alice said, but at least it would be honest and wouldn't involve anybody falling off a cliff. If he was really that good of a husband in the subsequent years the wife would probably appreciate his honesty and forgive him.
Trevor knew what he had to do. He had to sit Rafe down and confess. He only hoped that Rafe's own experience of the older/younger attraction would allow him to understand.
"Hi, Baby," Rafe said with a grin, instantly melting into Trevor's arms and giving him a very affectionate kiss. "It's really sexy that you called me over here in the middle of the week like this. There's nothing hotter than an unscheduled booty call! And for the record, I couldn't wait until Friday either, you sexy thing!"
"Actually, Rafe," he said, "I totally love to call your booty but there's something we need to talk about first."
Rafe regarded him with narrowed, worried eyes.
"Sit with me here on the couch," Trevor said, leading Rafe by the hand into the living room.
"Am I going to hate this?" Rafe warily asked. "This thing is just starting to get good. You're not going to fuck it up now, are you?"
"Well," Trevor sheepishly said, "that kind of depends on your reaction."
"Oh my God," Rafe said. "You're not, like, a serial killer or something are you? Or worse yet, a Republican?"
Trevor laughed, but quickly got serious again.
"No to both of those things," he said, "but some people would say just as bad. I — um — sort of — lean toward being kind of — um — a pedophile."
He awaited Rafe's reaction with a grimace. It came immediately.
"Oh I knew that!" he said in relief. "Jesus, you had me worried there for a minute."
All the tension melted out of Trevor's body.
"Oh my God, Rafe!" he cried, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I so hoped you would understand. I figured with the shaving and acting like a kid and everything…"
"Of course," Rafe said reassuringly. "The minute you went hog-wild for the role-play I knew that you liked boys so it didn't shock me at all, especially given your childhood thing with Marcus. In fact it makes our sex that much more fun!"
"Yeah," Trevor said, "but it's more than just liking little ones. I actually do things with them in real life."
That gave Rafe a bit of pause, but with kind eyes he asked, "How little, exactly?"
"One is ten and the other is twelve."
Again, Rafe visibly relaxed.
"I was actually younger than that my first time with a man," Rafe confessed. "I had just turned nine and my brothers were — let's see — five and seven I guess. Anyway, Mom had two jobs so I was home with the boys every day after school. There was this married couple in the apartment next door and they would check on us a few times a day and we were supposed to go to them if anything was wrong, or to this other lady upstairs if they weren't home.
"One evening I answered the door and it was just Jack, the husband. He said his wife was visiting her mother and he was all alone so he wanted to hang with us and watch TV and play games and stuff. Of course we said yes. He was real nice and we liked him a lot."
"I think I can guess where this is going."
"Sure you can, but the point is I pretty much seduced him and not the other way around. My brothers' bedtimes were earlier than mine, so after they conked out I got Jack kind of wrestling on the carpet and I made sure he knew that I had a boner. He smiled and asked me if I ever did anything and I said no, but I'd sure like to learn! He ended up blowing me really good and taught me how to blow him too. Jack and I fooled around every chance we could for more than a year."
Trevor absorbed that for a moment then timidly asked, "Did he…"
"Fuck me?" Rafe asked with a sly smile. "What do you think?"
"Wow," Trevor said under his breath, picturing little Rafe at nine years old, authentically hairless and smooth, taking that grownup bone deep inside of him.
And loving it!
"So tell me about your little friends," Rafe urged with a bit of a leer. "Are they cute?"
"Very, but there's something else," Trevor said, getting yet another concerned look from Rafe. "There's a third kid and he's kind of a problem. See, there was this guy who rented the house before me called Phillip Anderson…"
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