True Believer:

My dad's step brother (named Craig) was always getting into trouble.  He was a real womanizer with a gambling problem to boot.  He ended up with sole custody of his accidental son - Trent.  I met Trent when he was 11 and I was 13.  He was a short geeky kid with a strange bowl-shaped haircut who didn't talk much.  Uncle Craig was visiting for a couple of days & Trent was with him.  It was OK I guess - because you barely knew the guy was there on account of his shyness. 

4 years later, dad got a call from uncle Craig.  Seems financial problems had cost him the small farm he had won gambling.  He said "easy come, easy go".  It didn't sound so easy to me as I stood in earshot of the phone.  I could tell dad was hard pressed to do the 'right thing' over the convenient thing - by the tone of his voice & his insistence of "thinking about it".  I wondered what the "it" was. 

The next day was the 1st day of summer vacation.  I had a posh job lined up at a local gym as a personal trainer. I was a gym devotee - only, but I got to meet all the popular guys from all the teams in 2 local highschools.  I also got paid a baseline from the gym & a fee from each guy I trained.  I learned to cry "poverty" early so that people wouldn't ask me for loans they'd never pay back.  At 17, I never had under $500 in my pocket - plus a body that got me stares from women constantly.  I flaunted it - yeah, -- but the fact was that I could care less about women.  It was hot guys I wanted to meet & out of the group I trained, there were a couple who weren't too bad looking.  I was still waiting for Joe's twin to come through the door, though... 

I got home from the gym & dad was at the table with his "serious talk" expression on.  I wondered what I'd done this time.  Shit, I hope he hadn't found the Clembuterol or GHB stashed in my bedroom closet!  I played it cool.  Hell ... "Everybody did it!"

To make a long story short & spare you the dialog, it turns out that Uncle-loser-the-farm-Craig's kid, Trent needed a place to live because his loser dad had lost it all again.  Dad's painful decision on the phone was deciding whether to say "yes".  He did.  Shit!  We lived in a 2-bedroom apartment & I had been volunteered to share with shy-boy bowl head.  Swell.  Farm boy better not smell like a barn...  I considered moving out.

"Oh, & what the hell is Clembuterol?", dad asked.  Phuck!  Busted! 

"It's just a supplement, dad.  Everybody's doing it... And yes, I would jump off a bridge if everybody was doing that too..."

Dad gave me that 'Italian look' he gets when he's getting serious & cupped his hand up beside my face as he pulled me in for a kiss on the forehead.  Great, I was the kid of the unknown mobster.  The reality was, that dad began to play the "you're an adult card" when I was 15 & had been busted with his porn mags.  He thought I was look'n at the khunt.  I couldn't bring myself to tell him the facts.   Anyhow, I'd outgrown the shit in those mags.  I didn't want some butt-slut whose claim to fame was his cock-ring size.  Corny as it sounds: I wanted a stud with a good heart, a strong bod & a distaste for anything to do with shit.  Larry, Hugh & Chi-Chi were all bigger, cheaper sluts than their models - just not as obvious (in my opinion).

Anyway, Trent was flying in tomorrow & would be there when I got home.  Swell.  I had really been looking forward to being able to continue to jack off in my own bed without spectators.  At least I had the roman tub...

I ended up going out with some of the guys after the gym closed.  I got a good buzz going & didn't get back till 3AM.  When I walked into my room, I could smell faint cologne.  CLICK.  On went the light revealing several partially unpacked suitcases, folded clothes & a human-sized lump on one half of my King sized bed.  That was pushing it I thought to myself.  Farm boy is gonna get the floor or the tub or someplace other than MY bed.  I pulled the covers down to see the face of the guy I was about to give a piece of my mind.  I expected to find a bigger version of BowlBoy, but the face that opened his eyes to meet mine was Joe in brunette (or maybe just his twin).  He smiled & tiredly offered his hand to shake - thumb up to thumb up style.

"Hey, didn't mean to push you out.  I waited up until 2AM & didn't think you were gonna show tonight - so I crashed out thinking I'd make the bed up before you got back tomorrow.  I used your shower too - hope you don't mind.", Trent spoke in a midwestern accent.  My knees were instantly weak.

I smiled. "No problem at all; -- Just checking in to say 'hi'.", I answered.  "Shit, you're good look'n.", I continued - in disbelief that I had said that out loud.  Damn - booze...  Trent smiled & my heart stopped at the sight of it. 

"You're not chopped liver, yourself...", he answered - looking at my physique in the tank I was wearing.  I could feel myself blushing....what the phu...

"Gym...", I answered with a flock of butterflies in my stomach.

"Awesome ... me too...", Trent replied - sitting up & flexing his arms.  I noted Trent's size & symmetry as the blanket fell to his waistline & exposed a fatless physique & unbelievable musculature.  "Ever hear of Clembuterol?", he asked.  I nodded...(My fantasy man - Joe just took a far 2nd place). Now my mouth was dry.  I had butterflies coming out my nose.  Why was the room spinning?  Darkness... 

I opened my eyes & met the piercing blue eyes of Trent & his smile as I rested on top of the bed - beside him.  "You passed out for a minute...", he informed me.

"Drank too much...", I answered.  It was a lie.  I was buzzed, not drunk.  FarmBoy had literally knocked me off my feet - ok, - with an alcohol assist. 

Trent suggested, "Maybe we should get you to bed?".  I nodded.  I got up & hit the bathroom.  I was damn well gonna shower before hopping in the sack with cousin-muscles - so I took a hot one - & brushed my teeth while in there.  Getting out, I dried off & put some deodorant gell under my pits - like I might be getting ready to go out again - or something...  I put a towel wrap around my naked waist & clicked off the light before opening the door.  The bedroom was nearly dark.  Trent had shut the light off.  I walked over to the bed & paused when I felt underwear on the floor that had not been there before I went into the shower.  In the dark, I dropped the towel wrap & slid into bed beside Trent. 

A couple of minutes passed as I laid there with my heart pounding.  Trent rolled over - seeming to be asleep, his hand loosely rested on mine.  It was like electricity.  I was touching the hand of this stud - my STEP cousin...  'STEP' - meant we weren't related by blood...I thought to myself.  'Blood', I thought:  'This guys gotta be a vampire or something because no human dude could do to me what I was feeling.'  I considered life as a child of the night if I succumbed to his charms. Weighing the pros & cons of the scenario (as lightheaded as it was), I concluded that he needed to bite me... 

I laid there -- passive as a mannequin -- soaking in the feel of his hand.  It moved slightly - so I lightly closed my hand in around it.  If he was asleep, he wouldn't notice ... but if he was awake (I swallowed hard & quietly) ... if he was awake, then he had made the first move by putting his hand on mine.  He rolled toward me & slid his right arm across my chest & put his right leg over my right leg - so that we were in a loose hug.  My heart raced into & beyond my aerobic zone.  I slid my right arm around Trent's muscular torso so that my hand could move freely on his back.  His heart was racing too.  The feel of that hard, heft I had my arm around - combined with that body half way atop mine was a call to my dick to stiffen in preparation for extreme friendship negotiations.

"Hey cozz...", Trent whispered...

I gave him a gentle squeeze - just to make sure he was real. "Yeah...", I whispered back.

He put his mouth really close to my ear & whispered so seductively his lips were literally grazing it: "Bet'cha you cumm first..." & with that he lifted himself on top of me - pecs2pecs, balls2balls.  He wrapped his strong legs around mine below the knee & slid his right arm under my lower back & his left under my upper.  His chest & abs moved as he breathed - slowly crushing into me (not that I cared in the least - considering who it was crushing me). 

At that moment, I was living what many guys would consider an intensely erotic dream -- one that made every muscle pull that had ever caused me pain worth it many fold over.  However, he'd issued a challenge. I was gonna cumm first if I didn't take action at once.  All I needed to do was get his guard down long enough to get him to let his body load his cock with manseed & then he'd cumm whether he wanted to or not. 

I ran my hands over his thick muscular back & down onto his hard glutes.  Then I seductively squeezed his upper body while I stiffened my dick.  "Trentster ... dude, you're such a cock hardener - I'm gonna pop...I can't help it...", I spoke in a strained tone.  I continued, "Oh man, I'm gett'n full",... in a frantic whisper as I arched my back under him & tightened my arse.  I was sooo close that this moving around might be too much....but I had to try to win this challenge.  I gasped some air & tightened my hug as I clenched my teeth & tilted my head back.  As I set this stage - I felt Trent's belly begin to tighten against mine as his glutes began to stiffen.  I knew my reaction was pushing him over the edge - fast.  I straightened my fingers on his back so he could feel the tenseness in my hands & I stiffened my lower legs & curled my toes in.  Trent began to groan some as his gun loaded.  I had him!  There was nothing he could do now -- he was gonna empty his nutt.  I relaxed my body some & whispered in his ear ... "After you, sir...", & then I slid my cock up along his causing his dick to fire a hot streamer of Trent jizz.

He hugged me tighter with a clenched grin & in a throated whisper said, "Tricky phucker, aren't you..." - mere moments before his firing cock rolled his eyes back into his head in pleasure.  Being with him during his nutt was all I could take as my dick instantly loaded & began firing along side of his.  We writhed together in sweat & cumm as the black hairs on our bodies stroked & caressed each other at 10,000 different angles; -- & our pleasure trails sponged up the nutt that our cocks vomited as we proved our affection to each other.  Trent was a total wet dream - without the 'needing to be asleep to experience' part. 

We basked in our shared cock-hop for well over 5 minutes just hugging, kissing & nibbling on each other.  "You know I'm gonna get you back...", Trent commented.  "We need to make this competition go a few rounds...in order to be fair...", he suggested.

"Yeah, that's the only way it's gonna show who's got the control.", I grinned.  "Best out of 1000?", I smiled...  

"Phuck that!", he replied with ear to ear mischief painted on his handsome maw .  "10,000...", he continued.

"But what if we lose track of the score?", I wondered out loud - as if we were serious.

"Well...", he replied, "If that happens, we'll just have to bite the bullet & start over..."

"Sounds like some real work ahead.  We'll need to get cracking...", I quietly laughed...

"Changing the subject just a little...", he started, "I thought only chicks faked it...", he challenged with a little accusation in his smile.

"I wouldn't know", I answered - making clear my interests.

"Neither would I...", he agreed with a grin.  "But nobody else knows that I don't know that...", he continued.

"Diddo ... Kiddo", I responded in a Bronx-Italian accent.  He grinned.

"I think I'm really gonna like it here...", Trent realized out loud.

"And I think I'm gonna really like hav'n ya.", I replied as I tried to snuggle underneath his skin - soaking in his pure male virility.  "But, -- if anyone asks -- we're step-brothers, ok..."

"Uh, sure...  But why?", he asked.

"Because I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off you & brothers can hug each other & stuff; - & nobody suggests anyone is doing anyone up the arse."

"I hear you 'BRO', -- that shit's disgusting, & the reason I'm not 'out', - ya know..."

"Diddo ... Kiddo", I responded like before - continuing to caress & cuddle my new 'brother'. "Your bod is so phuck'n hot dude...I've gotta have a picture of you to put in my wallet - near the photo I keep of my right hand.", - I continued.

Trent's expression was blank for a moment until he got the joke, & then laughter exploded out of him as he buried his face in the crevice between my neck & shoulder - roaring into the pillow beneath.  That muscular body - wrapped around me in belly-laughhter was a feeling that could easily make me daydream & hum to myself in public as I thought about a particular guy in my life...

I have never believed in "love at 1st sight". That shit was for bedtime stories. But, here I am, telling you what some are gonna say is just another one!  I have never, prior-to, or since, - ever felt as powerful attractions for any dude as I do toward Trent.  In the days that followed, it only got more intense (this is why teen guys have strong, muscular hearts - so that we don't die as a result of truly falling in love).  And the best thing about it - was that the Trentster was out of his head for me too. 

I couldn't bear being away from the guy.  Doing so made my heart ache.  Him too.  The sex was always face to face,  -never 'forced' (as if either of us needed help to get so hard our dicks could be used as a handle) - & totally intense.  I've never cared less about making so many stained sheets.  My dick has never been so sore for being so hard all day long in anticipation of being hard all night.  Holding Trent as he shoots is one of the most phuck'n erotic things I've ever experienced, & even if I was a marble statue, - having the guy get-off in mmy arms would still make my rock-cock shoot!  Both being in our sexual prime, we had more cum to pump than your basic fire hydrant, - but the most intense part was the fact it was Trent 'manning the hose'. 

We shared everything from day #1.  He looked really great in my clothes & better out of them in nothing at all.  I think dad suspected something was "up' when I didn't complain about Trent's company with us.  When Trent began to wear my favorite clothes, I'm almost certain that my old man suspected we had some sort of 'unusual bonding'.  Yeah, we were bonded at the naval with each other's cum every night. 

What I'm saying is this: Never be a slut & never treat other dudes as if you can "get some" anytime from anyone.  You want to keep your conscience & respect for the importance of every relationship, - because you never want to miss out on the one that makes sex second place - next to luv'n on the guy.  I was a 'picky' dude who managed to have fate cupid me from every angle - & because I wouldn't sleep with just 'anyone', -- when Mr. right came along, we clicked so fast & on so many levels!  Trent feels the same way: Something about each other made the chemistry work so intensely that I hate to think what would have been if both of us had been an easy-lay & missed the intensity of our meeting.  I'm not saying you need to join a monastery, - but I am saying that when you bond with another dude - you should be ready to make him a friend for life.  If you don't have the "magic", - don't screw around with feelings in the other guy that you can't give in return. 

Trent was emancipated at 16 & I turned 18, 3 days later.  Our public demonstrations of affection soon made it clear that we were lots closer than "step-brothers".  Today, we are very active in the gay community - especially telling guys what it was like to come out for us.  The one thing that we have pushed since we got involved was the fact that we were men who did not participate in many of the fetishes you see in gay porn - especially anal.  We've never had an "anal is an option" message either.  We tell it like it is: It kills & it's degrading as an act.  With Trent & myself both -- we stayed in the closet for so long because we hated the stigma's around anal & even today, - many of our guy friends are str8-identified - because they relate to our posturing on the issue.  To say that we've taken some krap about this from the mainline 'gay' community would be an understatement.  Our testimony of having "never used a condom" has raised more than a few eyebrows - but people usually get our message & relate to it.  Now that there is a site for G0YS, -- we explain that it's what we're all about.  We are "gay guys" who identify as "g0y" because of our beliefs.  That's pretty straightforward in my estimation.  What I will promise you is this: Once you draw the distinction, -- people treat you differently -- many better, -  but some with contempt.   Doesn't matter what the pussies think.  Loose people usually pay the price before long...

Thanks for letting me tell my g0y-story.

BTW> For those guys who may have hormones raging even more than ours -- it's always safe to be safe.  If you have a question about the other guy's past -- then you may want to use a barrier like a condom during sex-play.  I'm not saying "anal".  We never encourage that ... but if you can't keep the other guy's dick out of your mouth -- then you may want to consider where things have been & with who!  Because of a factor known as 'geometric incursion", most men who stay away from anal are many magnitudes 'cleaner' than their STD hosting counterparts.  While I've never known of a g0y who caught an STD ... there are many carriers in the gay community.  Be safe ... use good judgment & avoid anal like the plague!