From: an232899@anon.penet.fi
Date: Thu, 13 Apr 1995 02:13:41 UTC
Subject: Tales of Trevor 2  Pt. 1  (pedo. m/b)

This is a story with sexual content involving a young boy and a grown man.
 If this ain't your cup'a tea, I'd hop out if I were you.  And you kids out
there in areas where you aren't supposed to know about this sort of thing,
well, you really ought to sign out now as well.  Hey, I mean it!

Everyone else, enjoy.  


Tales of Trevor 2
by Ricky

2. Linius the Procurer

It was late the next morning when Trevor awakened from his deep slumber.  He
was alone in the bed, but a quick glance showed him the powerful form of
Konnur, refreshing himself at the water bowl.  The boy smiled, remembering
the events of the previous night.  He sat up and slipped off the bed,
reminded again of last night's exertions as he placed full weight upon his
legs.

Konnur turned to watch the naked boy as he crossed the room to the corner.
 He admired the youthful form, delighting in its smallness and grace.  Trevor
held his tender dick in his hands, stroking himself gently.  He tapped his
left foot behind him, his smooth, sleek leg moved up and down, the calf
muscle balling up each time as he waited.  Finally his head tilted slightly
as he began to shoot piss into the metal pot in the corner, giggling as he
sprinkled from side to side.  He knew that Konnur was looking at him but
there was certainly no need to feel self-conscious; the man's fully erect,
huge penis had been up the boy's small anus only hours before.

Konnur was well pleased with what he saw.  With the light of day, he could
see how young the lad really was.  Perhaps barely twelve, the boy was of a
size which had always interested Konnur but had never experienced as the
length and thickness of his own manhood tended to give such lads great pause.
 Trevor, he knew, had experienced some pain during their love-making but was
clearly willing to endure it for the intense pleasure he was also granted as
well.  This was going to be a rewarding relationship.

Shaking his little dick slightly after his piss, Trevor adjusted his stance
slightly, providing his adult lover a better view.  The boy's tanned, slender
frame was without blemish or the slightest indication of body hair.  He let
his right foot slip back which cocked his hip a bit, striking a sexy pose of
his young form.  Konnur stared, drinking the lad in slowly.  He was briefly
perplexed to see such slight and undefined musculature on this child whom
he'd seen perform feats as would suggest greater strength and body
definition.  The onslaught of puberty was still clearly some time away for
this lad, though he'd performed quite proficiently the night before.

Noticing Konnur's confusion but preferring to ignore it, Trevor ran his hand
through his tangled, dark hair, and brushed it from his forehead and behind
his ears; aptly framing his delicate, facial features.  He gingerly stepped
over to where he'd dropped his main garment, a slight loincloth, and scooped
it up.  The boy placed it to his face and sniffed, wrinkling his nose at the
smell and muttering something about needing a bath.  He then drew it between
his legs and tucked his small genitalia in the soft, doeskin pouch.   Tilting
his head and reaching behind somewhat awkwardly, he struggled to re-fasten
the leather tie-strap about his thin waist.  He smiled sheepishly as he
adjusted the tiny bikini-brief slightly,  pulling the back of it out from the
crack between his smooth, round buttocks.  He picked up the remainder of his
effects: dagger, short sword, quarter staff and small cloak, and stepping
into his sandals, moved before Konnur.  "Well, come on.  We've got things to
do," said the boy.

Konnur had moved over and now cupped the lad's sex in his hand, rubbing
through the soft fur.  The stripling maintained an air of coolness, giving no
indication of enjoyment to this sensation.  He placed his hands at his waist
and spoke in an exasperated voice, "We're getting a late enough start as it
is!  There'll be time enough for that later."

Konnur's second hand went around the boy's back, caressing the firm cheeks of
the tender butt.  As the man's large fingers slipped between the covering of
the slip, the lad decided to get forceful.  He surged forward, pushing Konnur
back onto the bed with the lad landing atop.  "That's enough!" he cried.

Trevor sat on the man's chest, his legs over either side.  He held Konnur's
hands in his own and clearly was straining to maintain this position.  The
man laughed, and casually attempted to break the hold.  He was more than
surprised when he failed.

Konnur let out a grunt of approval, grinned mischievously, and applied more
pressure.  And again he failed.  Then he set in with real determination,
while the youth scrunched in low, straining and placing his teeth-gritted
face before Konnur's.  This unusual tableaux continued for some time, man and
boy struggling against each other.  Finally Konnur managed to shift  his
weight, unbalancing the much lighter Trevor who, with a startled cry, was
tossed across the length of the room.

Landing catlike on his hands and feet, the boy looked up warily as Konnur,
face flushed with anger and exertion, arose from the bed.  They remained
motionless for several moments before Konnur relaxed and brushed his long and
unruly hair from his own face.  He smiled disarmingly, attempting to calm the
worried boy.  "Very well lad, we'll do things your way.  I suppose in fact I
should apologize for trying to force things.  But listen boy," he said as he
stepped before Trevor and placed his hand gently upon the lad's supple
shoulder, "Your manner of dress is...enticing to say the least.  Lad's who
willingly sell themselves cover their virtues more prominently.  Just last
night you might have been forced to experience the attentions of a room full
of drunken men!"

"So?  How do you know I wouldn't like it?  You said I wouldn't enjoy you
because you'd be too big for me, didn't you?  You see, I'm full of surprises,
Konnur.  And I'll dress as I please!  Don't worry, there'll be time enough
for us to romp together later, but there are other things to do in the
daylight."  Trevor rose up to his full, unimposing height and spoke in a
commanding, almost royal, voice which had a very proper air about it.  "Now
finish dressing yourself and let's get out of this smelly room."

The boy strode away from Konnur with obvious indifference, pausing only to
pick up his weapons, and then crossed over to the door.  There he armed
himself in his fashion, sheathed dagger tied to the waist strap of his
loincloth, and short sword slung behind his back and under his cape.  He
simply held his staff and stood there waiting patiently for Konnur.  The man
shrugged, shaking his head, and finished dressing himself for the day.

    *  *  *

It was late in the afternoon before they finished the purchases Trevor
required in the marketplace.  The boy kept coins in a pocket of his short
cape which he used to pay for everything, though he graciously allowed Konnur
to purchase their two meals of the day.  The man let several of the items go
without comment, but the sixty feet of rope seemed unusual and deserving of
an inquiry.  He did not get an answer though, until they were out of earshot
of any listeners.  "Oh, wouldn't you agree that the Tower of Kamal Shadrok
cannot be more than fifty feet tall?"

"What's that got to do with buying rope, lad, and I'd better like this
answer!" growled Konnur.

The boy spoke with disarmingly innocent tones, "But the tower is quite sheer
and could not possibly be climbed without rope."  Seeing that another acidic
question was forth-coming he added,  "How else can we get inside to loot the
place and make our fortunes?"

Konnur stroked his chin with his hand as they strode along.  "Fabulous
treasure, eh lad?"

Trevor looked up and nodded eagerly.

The man paused against a building, tilting his head up to the sky as if in
deep contemplation.  "No real danger too I'm sure.  Yes, my trustworthy,
little friend?"  

Trevor continued to smile and nod.

"I suppose you watched me enter the city yesterday, a big, brawny northerner
who looks like the sort who wouldn't avoid a bit of skullduggery if there
were a big enough purse in it.  And new to the area too, an extra bonus!
 Well boy, there's just one little problem."

Konnur suddenly reached out and grabbed Trevor at the shoulders.  He then
spun around, pinning the boy against the building's wall.  "I've been here
before!" snarled the man.  "And I know that Kamal Shadrok is a wizard and any
man fool enough to attempt to steal from him has never been heard from
again!"  Trevor struggled but this time was held in an iron grip beyond his
ability to break.  "Now suppose you tell me what's so valuable to be worth
throwing away your young life as well as my own?"

The boy continued to try to twist out of the man's hold, writhing, with his
tender back pressed and scraping against the rough wall.  Again, it was to no
avail.  "Let...go!" he cried.  "You're... hurting me!"  He let out a yelp as
Konnur released him and he stumbled to the dirt.  The lad remained motionless
for a moment, attempting to collect himself.  He started to rise and Konnur
helped him, though once the lad regained his feet he quickly jumped several
steps away.  The man slowly approached him and turned him around just as
Trevor was vainly attempting to wipe tears from his eyes.  "I'm under an
enchantment," he said, his voice quivering.  "You've noticed I'm...stronger
than any normal boy my age.  Well, that's true, I'm as strong as any man and
more so than most." he stared up at Konnur with a wounded look in his eye.
 "But I still feel pain like a boy and...you were hurting me."

"I'm sorry," stammered the boy.  "I feel like a fool.  A cry-baby, child!"

Konnur put his hands to the lad's face with real affection.  "Trevor, forgive
me.  You struggled so strongly against me before that I knew I had to use all
my strength to hold you.  It simply didn't occur to me that our roughhousing
could hurt you.  Accept my apologies, please."

Trevor nodded briefly, offering a slight, sad-eyed smile.

"Are you feeling better now?  Shoulder's not so sore?" asked Konnur as he
caressed the coppery skin of the lad's upper body.  The boy indicated that he
was fine.

"Good.  Now suppose you tell me," said Konnur as he gently but firmly placed
his open hand against the boy's chest and pushed him back against the wall,
"the answer to my last question!"

Trevor pressed his back against the wall and took Konnur's large hand inside
both of his own.  He peered up at the man with wide-opened eyes and a
trusting look.  "It's only a rumor that he's a wizard, probably not powerful
at all.  Nothing to be afraid of."  The man's stare told the boy that he
wasn't satisfied.  Trevor lifted Konnur's hand up and caressed it against his
own soft, pretty cheek.  "It's said that he has a particular item in his
possession, something I need."

This wasn't working either, so he turned his attention to the hand, opening
his mouth and tenderly licking the strong fingers with his damp tongue.  He
did this slowly and exotically, brushing his lithe thigh against Konnur's
powerful legs and working himself into a state of obvious excitement, his
boyish sex straining against the confines of his bikini-brief.  Yet when he
lifted his head to gaze at Konnur he saw that there was absolutely no change
in the man's reaction at all.

"Very well," he said in a matter-of-fact tone as he let the hand drop.  "It's
a special stone or gem (I'm not sure) that will prevent a certain man from
being able to find me.  One who could otherwise do so and doesn't exactly
think of me with fondness.  He's a sorcerer."

"It's hard to imagine, lad, someone who could actually wish ill upon you."
 Konnur's tone held all the sarcasm he could muster.  "Now a sorcerer, eh?
 Isn't that rather like a wizard?  I thought you weren't much afraid of
wizards?"

Trevor pushed past him and stopped to pick up his staff where it had fallen
in their struggle.  "I wouldn't be afraid if he were only of the stature of
Kamal Shadrok.  Maybe he's the sort to make strong men from the north
tremble, but Seneshroud is a small city, and its local wizard is quite
killable.  Still, I wouldn't mind help and there's certain likely to be
plenty of other bits of loot for the taking.  Besides..."  he paused as he
readjusted himself, flicking his cape behind him and cocking his hips just so
with one hand at his waist.  "...I thought you liked me.  Maybe I was wrong."

They stood silent for a moment until Konnur finally spoke.  His eyes had
quested up and down Trevor's frame several times and he had to confess that
he'd never before seen a more desirable boy.  The youth's thin erection was
beginning to soften in the tiny pouch but was still a very inviting sight.
 If the lad was to be believed, and maybe he shouldn't be, his life was in
danger unless he gained this item.  Now Konnur wasn't much interested in
magic, and there were also things such as Trevor's lack of a truthful nature
which he wasn't entirely fond of.  But the child was absolutely gorgeous,
willing if not eager for sex, and even quite able to take care of himself as
a traveling companion in these dangerous times.  He was worth a risk or two,
even with a wizard.  "Alright Trevor, as you say.  We'll...kill this man and
take whatever he has that we want.  But first, what say you tell me whatever
you know off this walking corpse, eh?"

They talked for some time.  they talked as they wandered further away from
the market place and further into the city.  They talked in hushed tones as
they circled the walls about the garden that surrounded the great tower of
Kamal.  They spoke of plans and needs as they devoured what at least one of
them imagined might be their last dinner together.

They were having problems with their mode of entry.  Both of them had heard
of strange guardians that prowled the garden but neither knew of their true
nature.  Such lack of information  made it difficult to imagine what they'd
need to overcome those mysterious trials.  They abruptly ceased their hushed
plotting as they were interrupted by a soft but pleasant voice.  "Well now,
here's a likely looking lad."

A handsome, young man of apparently wealthy means, judging by his expensive
clothing, advanced towards the pair from several tables away.  His hair was
blond and short cut in the fashion of the local court.  He wore a brightly
coloured silk tunic with gold trimming and a billowing red cloak.  His legs
were long and smooth and he wore golden laced sandals on his feet.  He wore
about his neck a necklace bearing a strange symbol of some sort and wore a
jewel-hilted sword at his waist.  He was tall and of slender build, though of
good proportions, and in fine physical condition.  His face was handsome,
still full of youth, and he had an easy, likable manner and a winning smile.
 "I see you've both finished your meal.  Please, allow me to provide ale and
join you."

The pair had hit an impasse in their planning anyway and Konnur could tell
that the boy was intrigued by the newcomer.  He gestured to the open chair at
their table and the youthful nobleman took it as he waved to the innkeeper
for three tankards of his finest first.  Then he spoke, "My name is Linius,
by the way."

They gave their own names as he scooted his chair closer to Trevor and eyed
the boy thoroughly.  "Now little Trevor here wouldn't happen to be
your...son, by any chance would he, Konnur?"

Konnur took a quaff of the ale brought to him before replying in the
negative, which was a pleasing answer to Linius.  The young dandy took
several strands of Trevor's hair between his fingers and stroked them gently.
 To this Trevor turned, preparing to express his annoyance at the man's
uninvited forwardness but was cut short by Linius' next statement.  "Please,
I hope this isn't too awkward a thing to say.  I...procure eye-pleasing
youngsters for certain gentlemen in the city.  You look like the sort of boy
who's no stranger to a man's interests," he continued, glancing over at
Konnur.  "I can guarantee you an evening of exotic pleasures and a rich
reward in the company of one of the finest citizens of Seneshroud."  Linius
paused for a drink of his ale.

The boy looked at him curiously, a half-smile creeping across his face.  He
was really considering clubbing the overly-forward fop to a pulp with his
staff.  But then the young man continued.  "Are you intrigued lad," purred
Linius.  "You should be?  Not many boys are called upon to service a man as
important as Kamal Shadrok."

Trevor turned back and picked up his untouched tankard and took a deep
draught.  It was too long a drink really, but he couldn't think of anything
else to do to cover up the immense joy he was feeling at Linius' offer.  He
set the tankard down and feeling slightly buzzed, turned back to Linius with
the best perturbed look he could manage.  "Do you take me for a boy-whore?"

The courtier took no notice.  "Not at all, lad.  But it's an opportunity that
probably shouldn't be wasted.  It's clear you're a game enough lad...heh-heh.
 Judging by your companion."

Konnur rose, threateningly.  "I'm not sure I like the way that sounded,
little man."

Now Linius looked somewhat flustered, waving his arms in front of himself and
blustering.  "Please, my friend, please!  Do not take offense.  I was simply
commenting on the rather extreme size difference and your obvious (ahem)
capabilities."  This last he said while staring full at the very prominent
bulge in Konnur's loin cloth.  "An evening with Kamal is...quite an
adventure," he said, briefly turning his attention back to Trevor before
looking back to reassure Konnur.  "Most boys don't like that much adventure.
 But I imagine little Trevor here does, don't you lad?"

Tossing his head back the boy said, "I'm not afraid, if that's what you mean.
 And no one's yet done anything with me that I didn't like."

"That's the spirit," spoke Linius as he leaned in close to Trevor and touched
the lad's supple shoulder.  But  he paused again and took one brief sniff to
confirm his suspicion.  He then pulled back as though struck a blow.  "Well,
you will need a bath first, that's for certain.  So...let's finish our drink
and leave this rather filthy place."  Linius made to rise and downed the
remainder of his tankard in one draught.

To his good credit, Linius did not expect that Konnur was to abandon the boy
into his safe keeping,  even going so far as insisting that all three enjoy
the bath house and then all three visit the great Tower.  "Of course," he
said jokingly, "only young Trevor here will be allowed in the bed chamber."
 And so they went.

Trevor had been a long time from experiencing a sunken bath, while it was a
certainty that Konnur had never done so.  It was an extreme pleasure to both.
 Linius was of course on a first name basis with the proprietor, so he
thought nothing of it.  The warm waters were invigorating and made the trio
feel quite relaxed in their mutual nakedness.

Linius skin was smooth and white, untanned and pure, as a proper young
nobleman.  There was slight blond fuzz around his own well endowed penis and
testicles.  He was not soft, but rather possessed the firm, toned muscles of
a champion swimmer or, in his case, a fencer.  About Trevor and his
appearance, much has already been said; though Linius clapped with delight to
see the tan line imposed on Trevor by the constant wearing of his skimpy
bikini.  Linius was also well pleased with Konnur who stood well over six
feet in height and wore over 250 pounds upon his frame.  All of it was
powerful muscle.  His body was tanned a deep brown all over and his eyes were
as dark as his thick, black hair.  Linius thought he looked magnificently
menacing, powerful and dangerous.  He admired the boy for having even
considered approaching the man at whatever circumstances in which they met.
 Further, looking at the massive tool which hung between Konnur's legs, he
marveled at the youth's capacity for enduring in the pursuit of pleasure.

This capacity interested him as he sat in the pool of water next to the lad.
 Trevor was clean now and much more pleasing to touch.  He put his arm around
the boy and tucked him in close.  Trevor looked up, a little surprised but
smiling.  "I thought I was for this nobleman you mentioned."

"Well," said Linius with a grin, "I suppose I really should be certain of
your ability to perform."

Trevor nodded slightly and found himself lifted up and placed across the
man's muscular legs, facing outward.  A smooth hand quickly found its way to
the lad's penis and stroked him generously. The boy sighed and leaned back,
feeling Linius' erection pressed against his back and the man's stomach.  He
turned his head to smile into the man's face, who happily smiled back.  After
a bit more stroking though, it was clear to Trevor that this did not interest
him nearly as much as the thought of a man's erection deep within him.  He
reached back with his hands and pushed away from the side of the small pool;
floating the many feet until he reached across where he was beside Konnur.
 There he braced his hands against the side, bent himself slightly and looked
behind with a welcoming grin.  Linius got the message.

He strode across the pool and caressed the back of the boy with his hands.
 He paused at the lad's slender hips and then smoothed around the soft and
pliant butt cheeks.  Linius leaned over Trevor and nibbled at his ear before
whispering to him, "I know how you like it, I was exactly like you at your
age."  He paused, and then bit the ear sharply, causing Trevor  to yelp.  "I
don't fool around with little boys.  I'm going to fuck you very hard!"

With that he held the boy firmly at the waist, lifted him up slightly, and
shoved his own dick firmly into the tiny hole of the lad's rectum.  Trevor's
mouth opened wide as he felt himself suddenly pushed upward.  His feet
dangled above the pool floor as he let out the first of many whimpers.
 Linius did not so much work his own tool as he did the boy's body, shifting
him and shoving him and pulling him by the tight grip he held at Trevor's
waist.  The boy felt himself impaled over and over again, each time eliciting
a sharp, wounded cry from his young lips.

Linius decided to alter the position, stepping back and pushing the boy so
that he was sprawled lengthwise in the water.  Trevor continued to hold on to
the side as Linius could now use him with far greater force.  The man's
erection was long and bulging in the center, and he took pains to plunge
every bit of it into the small and tender anus.  Trevor breathed in time with
the butt strokes he was experiencing, taking in hard, heavy gasps of air.
 The lad happened to glance up and look, wide-eyed, at Konnur.  He coughed as
he took in a swallow of water but managed a smile.  The grin disappeared
quickly as his head snapped back from the sudden exertion Linius had made
within him.  The man was putting the full force of his body into ravaging the
little boy, it sent a pulsing throb throughout Trevor's entire frame and he
started to quiver.  This sensation continued and might have caused Konnur to
worry but he heard the lad mutter the words, "ohhh-hh, don't stop....!"

Rearing back, Linius pulled the submissive child from the light grip that
connected him to the pool side.  He plunged the boy's head and body under the
water and held him down by exerting pressure again at his waist.  He pulled
the lad back as he plunged his own thrillingly hard flesh further inside
Trevor's bowels.  Slender legs flailed and splashed above the water as Linius
continued to hold Trevor's body in the awkward and painful position,
 allowing the boy up only for quick gasps of air.  Trevor's own thin, penis
was mercilessly stiff, needing no further coaxing than the immense pressure
to his prostate to surge his own boy-cum into the water.  His teeth clenched
and he shuddered violently from the awesome pain and pleasure.

Konnur was amazed, he knew Linius would be sore pressed to hold the boy if he
truly wanted to be free or even if the lad suddenly got frantic.  Only a part
of him was that analytical though, and a small part at that.  The rest of him
was focused on his own raging erection and his need to satisfy it.  He
watched patiently but finally chose not to wait for any signal.  He stepped
away from the side and approached Linius who paused in his work long enough
to nod.  Konnur went behind him and pressed him over slightly in a position
not dissimilar to that which Linius had earlier held Trevor.  The young man
cocked back in shock as Konnur thrust his thick, northern meat into the
noble's own, well-shaped hole.

This did nothing to calm Trevor's experience.  If anything, Linius was more
forceful and the boy felt he was now being fucked by two men instead of one.
 He snatched a mouth full of air and was forced again into the water.  This
became his eternity, he imagined it had been going on forever, the deep
fixture of hot man-sex invading deeper and ever deeper into his yielding
boy-tail.  Then suddenly, Linius' powerful dick went up further than ever
before, the boy could feel it in his stomach, crashing through his chest,
even thudding against the base of his skull!  It was like a man's clenched
fist punching and jabbing long and hard within his small, confining rectum,
the gateway to his soul.  He was far beyond orgasm.  This was too much, and
he made a soundless, plaintive cry in the water.   He desperately needed
air...He had to get up and breath and then...oh, and then...the explosion!!

The ravaged boy's mouth and eyes flew wide open and water flushed into his
lungs.  Linius' erection ceased it's thrusting but pulsed mightily, pumping
stream after stream of man-cum throughout the lad's small form.  The man's
hard-on grew huge within him, threatening to tear his whole body apart.  The
entire sensation was too much for the child, red lights flashed before him
and then grew black.  His body, which had been quite active in its struggles,
grew still.

Linius had finished his own climax which was fortunate as Trevor's final
thrashings had hurled both he and Konnur to the other end of the pool.
 Linius was stunned but Konnur had the frame of mind to eject himself from
the nobleman and splash towards the floating boy.  He scooped Trevor up in
his powerful arms and carried him out of the pool.  He bent him over, causing
the lad to choke.  Konnur pushed in on the boy's stomach and expelled the
water he'd swallowed.  Soon Trevor was gasping and taking in air again.  He
rolled over on the tiled floor and lay still for several minutes, regaining
himself.  Konnur sat next to him, watching the boy with sincere and fatherly
interest.  "You had me worried there," he finally said.

Trevor stared adoringly into Konnur's face, with one hand at his forehead and
another stroking his own, slim body.  Then he grinned mischievously and his
eyes sparkled.  "Oh, were you concerned that you weren't going to get your
turn?"

Linius' sharp laughter sprang up and filled the room, followed by the lad's
own soft giggling, and finally Konnur's loud guffaws.  When it all subsided,
Trevor reached over and stroked Konnur's still erect tool and said, "I did
mean it.  I certainly expect you to have me too."

To which Konnur leaned in and replied, "I know."

* * *