Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2012 10:01:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trent Becomes a Man

Trent's mom said he should go meet Mr. Davies, the man who rented the front
bedroom.

Trent remembered when his parents slept there. But after the divorce, his
Mom moved downstairs where the den had been transformed into her bedroom.

"You're old enough to be by yourself. You'll be the manager of the second
floor" she said. Trent was ten then.

Now fifteen, Trent had gotten used to the parade of people who rented the
room. There was an older woman who stayed by herself, a young couple who
had just gotten married, a man who was supposed to be there only months but
instead stayed for over a year. And now a man named Mr. Davies.

Trent waved goodbye to his Mom as she went shopping and went to his room.
It was in the back of the house, facing a neighbor and the backyard.  The
window had a view of the house next door. He had seen more then he planned
to over the years.

People dressing, kissing, making love..Even a man standing naked and
masturbating as if he were performing for Trent to see.

Trent stripped to his shorts and wife beater tank top, put his books on the
desk and turned on the computer for the usual evening of homework, porn
videos and face book postings.

He heard feet on the stairs and remembered his Mothers suggestion.

He walked barefoot down the carpeted hallway and knocked on the door as he
had done over the years. Every time he recalled the time he didn't knock
and went in to see his parents having sex. He stood there transfixed. He
had wanted to ask what they were doing but kind of knew.

With the benefits of only his peers, Trent knew his parents were "making
love" as they put it. His mother realizing he was there waved him out. His
father didn't know. Trent remembered the shame of his back, buttocks, and
the dimple in one hip as he moved. It caused a strange feeling in his body.

"Come in" the voice was deep.

Trent opened the door and stared.

Mr. Davies was talking on a cell phone as he walked back and forth in front
of the windows. His suitcases were on chairs. The man was still
unpacking. None of that was unusual.

But Trent looked away rather then stare. Mr.  Davies was totally naked. He
waved one arm as he talked.

"Hi, you must be Trent" he said walking towards him with his hand out.

Trent reached and shook it, again glancing away.

"Hey don't be shy. We're both guys. Look at me." Davies said.

Trent tried to look only at the man's face. It was pleasant. His smile was
wide and his eyes were deep blue.

"It's ok Trent, you can look at me. It's natural."

Davies had a nice thin coat of black hair over his chest and a line of hair
going down his stomach to his patch of pubic hair.

Trent's eyes traced the trail to the man's penis and balls framed by his
flat stomach and rounded thighs.

"There now, we can relax" Davies said knowing the boy had examined him. He
flipped his penis up.

"Now sometimes this gets bigger but I bet yours does to. How old are you?"

"Uh 15, Sir" Trent said now staring at the man's penis held by his manly
fingers.

"Oh I thought you were much older. You look older. Well anytime you want to
come by, please feel free.  After all we're the only men on the floor, so
we both can relax around each other right?"

His hand released his penis and rested on Trent's bare shoulder. Trent
liked the warmth and strength of the hand as Davies moved his fingers in a
gentle squeeze. He felt his own cock filling with blood now.

"So tell me all about this place" Davies moved to a chair and put his feet
up on the window sill. He patted the chair next to him.

Trent stammered then moved to the man's repeated signal.

They talked. Eventually Trent got used to the fact the man's naked body was
so close to him, in plain view. He inhaled the cigarette Mr. Davies passed
to him.

Trent told the man about his mom, dad, school, neighbors.

"He did that while you watched?" Davies asked when told the story about the
masturbating neighbor.

"Well as long as it didn't traumatize you, I guess its ok. We all do it; I
bet a man your age does it several times a day."

"No no, I was uh ok, just surprised" Trent said liking the fact that Davies
kept referring to him as a man, not a kid, boy or young man. "I guess" he
added in response to the man's question.

"Hell I do too" Davies stood "Gotta dress, got a dinner meeting. Anytime
you want to talk about anything come on by, ok?

Trent didn't tell his mother about the man's nudity or the fact he liked
what he saw. In fact the image added to others that flashed through his
mind as his own hand fulfilled what Mr. Davies supposed he did "several
times a day".

"Hey good morning Mrs.  Dubbin, hi Trent" the man entered the kitchen the
next morning. Some guests shared breakfast with them. Trent was glad;
Mr. Davies was going to do it.

Dressed in a blue suit now, the man looked handsome, imposing and
confident.

"Call me Vivian" Trent's mom said

Will try to remember that, but I was trained to be respectful of everyone
so I'll probably forget, uh Vivian. My first name is Colin. He smiled and
sat next to Trent, a place that became his usual seat over time.

They chatted, ate the prepared eggs and then he was gone.

"Nice man" Trent's mom said, "You like him?"

"Nicer then most of them" Trent said "yea he's ok" He thought about the man
holding his penis the day before and laughing.

Trent lifted the weights in the backyard. He could strip to his shorts,
absorb the sun, make whatever noises he needed to without disturbing his
mother and struggle to make his body hopefully turn into the ones he saw in
magazines and on the Internet.

"Hey stud, you're looking good out here" Davies stood there watching. Trent
smiled.

"Hi Mr. Davies, thanks. I started early summer, trying to bulk up" Trent
flexed his bare chest, admittedly showing off for the man.

"Good for you. Maybe you'll let me use the weights now and then? I need to
keep in shape"

"You looked pretty good" Trent said feeling his face blush immediately. He
knew the man knew what he meant.

"Great, let me get into some workout stuff"

They spotted each other, urged each other and almost daily sweat together
as they bonded their usually shirtless bodies moved around each other.

"16!!!" the party was noisy.  Trent and five buddies laughed, cheered,
rough housed and clamored around the house.

"Sorry Colin, he's 16, I said he could have a party, uh sleepover, if they
get too noisy just tell them to quiet down." She apologized to Mr. Davies
as he entered the house through the kitchen door.

"No problem, boys will be boys" he said

"You can do me a favor." She added "You two get along so well, maybe closer
then any adult he knows"

Davies listened and nodded "Sure can do. He's 16 so he knows about sex
already Vivian, he's got friends, the internet..But sure I'll talk to him."

The sleepover was indeed noisy. But Davies never interrupted even when he
heard their bare feet on the stairway in the middle of the night. Looking
out his window, he laughed seeing the naked boys chase each other around
the yard.

"You have fun yesterday?"  Davies was adding weights to the barbell when
Trent appeared in the back yard.

"Uh yea, sorry if we got noisy" Trent said admiring the man's bare
shoulders and arms. He was still horny despite what went on the night
before.

The night before was momentous for Trent.

"Shhhh" the voice was familiar. It was dark. Trent heard snores from his
friends who had disappeared into their own worlds of dreams. They had eaten
pizza and sipped beer in his bedroom. The aroma was filled with sweat,
smelling like a locker room.

"What are you doing?" Trent asked the silhouette. He knew it was Virgil,
one of his friends.

"Your birthday present, don't tell anyone" Virgil said.

Trent almost exploded at the warm touch on his penis. It grew hard
immediately. The fingers encircled his ball sac as Virgil's tongue traced
the length of his penis.

"Shit" Trent said. He was getting his first blow job.

The lips slid down his erection now, his cock felt the warmth inside
Virgil's mouth. It didn't take long for Trent's body to demand release.

"I'm gonna..." he hissed warning but Virgil didn't back away. Instead his
fingers tightened on the ballsac.

Trent didn't know what to do; his hands felt Virgil's short hair, another
hand on the boy's bare shoulder. His body convulsed as it spilled streams
into the boy's mouth...again and again.

"Woa" Trent said feeling his erection subside as Virgil continued to lick
it.

"That was nice" he complimented his friend.

"More" Virgil said as he returned to sucking the half soft cock. His
fingers released Trent's ballsac and moved under him.

"No man..." Trent reached to move Virgil's hand away but a finger had
already inserted itself into his butthole. Trent had done that to himself
and knew if felt good. It felt better when it was somebody else's fingers.

He stopped from pushing Virgil's hand away. The boy was inside him rubbing
as his lips surrounded Trent's hardening penis.

The second orgasm took more time. Virgil found ways to make Trent gasp. New
sensations in his gut turned on the fire there and the familiar ache got
more intense.

Trent felt Virgil's bare shoulders. His brain saw Mr.  Davies now, not
Virgil. Trent had seen Virgil naked over the years of course. The boy'
smooth body, his red pubic hair, his secretly obtained pierced nipple, his
grey eyes...but that image transformed into the familiar naked body of
Colin Davies.

The next orgasm came, nearly violent. Trent felt himself pushing his hips
on the invading fingers wanting them deeper inside him. Virgil chocked as
the cock pressed against the back of his throat.  But Virgil didn't
stop. His throat expanded and his stomach filled with Trent's second load
of sperm, more then the first, hotter, thicker and lasted longer.

"You guys ok?"  A voice from a former sleeping friend called Trent back to
reality, His body on his bed, Virgil's next to him.

"Yea yea go to sleep" He urged wanted to stay quiet as his own body
recovered. Virgil didn't move away.  His body touched Trent's.  His arm lay
across his bare chest. Trent moved to his side and felt Virgil move closer
to spoon him.

He wanted what he felt and whispered "go ahead"

Virgil's cock moved where his fingers had been easily. Trent's virgin
butthole was still open swallowing with some pain.

He tried not to make any noise. If his friends knew what they were doing,
he'd be labeled a queer.

Virgil moved silently making his own hard penis known to Trent in new ways.

"You ok?" Trent whispered

Virgil had grunted. He patted Trent's hips in response.

Trent still felt Virgil inside him. He still remembered the warmth of his
friend's mouth on his penis. He stood there in a minor trance now, the day
after, his cock growing slightly as he remembered the night before.

"You guys were just having fun. Hell I did allot more when I was your age"
Mr. Davies lifted the barbell above his chest "spot me"

Trent moved above the man's head reaching for the barbell.  He never had to
grab it, but Trent was ready. And he knew the man could look up into his
shorts.

The first time Davies spotted him, Trent saw the man wasn't wearing
underwear in his shorts. The sight was startling at first but Trent
eventually looked forward to it each time.

"You know you really should wear a jock" Mr. Davies had said when he looked
up at Trent too.

"I like to hang free' Trent replied repeating what Davies himself had once
said.

They'd been working out together for a year so the sight of each other's
man glands was not only expected but welcomed by Trent.

"So you mom asked me to talk about sex with you" Davies grunted as he
lifted. His eyes watched for a reaction under Trent's shorts.

"I uh know that stuff" Trent said feeling embarrassed.

"I'm sure you do. But sometimes a guy uh has questions, you know about
private stuff. And since we're friends, you can ask me anything and I'll
tell you, just between us, ok?"

"Ok" Trent said wishing he could tell the man what happened the night
before.

Most house guests move away after a few months or a year. Mr. Davies was
still renting the room after almost four years.

His friendship with Trent continued throughout, never crossing an invisible
line, never wanting to act like a surrogate father, just a friend.

He sat, naked as usual, as Trent told him about his 16th birthday. It was
passed his 17th when he walked into the man's bedroom wearing only his
jockey shorts.

Over the months Trent grew more casual on the second floor, walking naked
to and from the bathroom, stripping naked on the roof patio where
Mr. Davies was sunbathing and now attired in his shorts inhaling the joint
the man shared with him.

"So what do you think about that?" Davies didn't react to the news.

"It felt good, great and I hadn't had any kind of sex with girls yet" Trent
said feeling great he could finally tell someone other then the Priest
about what happened.

"And I uh we got together a few more times" Trent confessed what he hadn't
told the Priest.

"So you are having an affair with him" Davies labeled the sex activities.

"No, just two horny guys, I'm not gay, I don't know" Trent said revealing
his struggle.

"Yea men get horny. Some guys experiment other men just enjoy each other,
like you and your friend, then get married, have kids and some go back and
forth"

Trent listened and learned that night about things he knew about but didn't
really understand.

"So you ever do that stuff?" Trent asked.

Mr. Davies laughed "I'm a guy, like you, get horny all the damn time. Army
I had buddies, you know special friends, like yours" he said "you better go
to bed, you got school tomorrow right?"

The man stood. The street light through the window showed Trent the man's
penis sticking upwards, rock hard. He realized it was the first time he had
seen Davies erect.

"Guess the memories got me excited" Davies slapped his own boner.

Trent stood and turned to leave. "Yea me too" his tented jockey shorts
weren't due to the memories of Virgil at all.

"Congratulations honey" Trent's mom stood beside Mr.  Davies. They took his
photo alone and with his friends, all dressed in the black graduation gowns
they wore.

Virgil kissed him on the cheek to the laughter of the other friends, a
moment captured in another photo, Davies captured.

"This one for face book" the man said making everyone laugh.

The 18th birthday party a week later found the boys diving into a swimming
pool, drinking, smoking pot, dancing with girls from their class and
cheering their new found freedom as well as Trent's birthday.

Virgil had already left town for a summer college course on a ship to
Europe.  He had wanted Trent to go too, but Trent declined.

"Got a summer job, have to save up for State" he explained hugging his
friend and sometimes sex partner.

The house was dark, the neighborhood quiet as Trent entered through the
kitchen door. A note on the frig from his Mother said she had gone to his
Aunt's house for the weekend. "Love my 18 year old son a man now" her note
said.

He drank the beer left in the frig. He knew it was still illegal but a gift
from her to underline his entrance into legal manhood.

Sitting on the counter, Trent thought of Davies the day they first met. The
man's naked body had educated him, matured him and awakened him.

He stripped naked himself now, enjoying the beer more as he sat with his
legs propped on the table.

The lights off, Trent walked through the house, realizing it was the first
time he had done so totally naked..except for the time when he was four or
five and led chasing adults around the house and into the yard, reaching
for his little naughty nude body.

It felt good.

Going up the stairs, Trent wondered what was next for him. No classes, new
friends, no Virgil, no girls to show off to his friends, just a summer of
work would start in two weeks and then college in the fall. His life was
about to change.

His cock pointed hard ahead of him as Trent went into his bedroom, tossing
his clothing on the floor. Deciding not to turn on the lights, he stared
into the window of the neighbor's house.

The man was there on his bed.  A bedside lamp illuminated his body, his
blue boxer shorts, his cock poking upwards through the fly and his hand
stroking it. He had met him over the years, but neither of them mentioned
the nearly nightly show the man put on.

Holding his erection, Trent sighed trying to relax so his bladder would
empty the processed beer into the toilet. The flow came making him feel
better, tired and relieved.

The house creaked. He had gotten used to the sounds over the years, when
once as a child it scared him.  "It's the house telling us we're safe here"
His mother had calmed him then.

He was a child, a teenager and now a man. Trent suddenly felt lost. What
was he supposed to do as a man? Was he supposed to take care of his mother?
Should he stay at home and work to do that? He could go to a local
community college. But all that had been discussed already.

State accepted him as a freshman and in the fall he would begin more years
of study, classes that really mattered now, ones that would turn him into a
man like, Mr. Davies, blue suit, going to work each day, paying bills.

He rose from his bed, unable to sleep. The hallway carpet felt like grass
its pile sticking upwards through his toes. It felt different that
night. Everything felt different that night.

The air around him was cool.  His skin felt hot. His erection wouldn't
subside and he didn't want it to. The color of the hallway doors were grey
in the darkness. He opened one now and stepped inside, not bothering to
close it. He didn't have to anymore.

The silhouette was in front of him. Trent stood there trying to breathe
slowly to dispel the nervous feeling in his stomach.

"Hey" the deep voice said Mr.  Davies was aware he was standing
there. Could the man see that he was naked and his penis hard?

"You ok Trent?" he asked.

"Yes Colin" Trent said realizing it was rare he called the man by his first
name.

"Good" Davies responded. Trent heard the man moving in his bed, the rustle
of the sheet being pulled back said more.

Trent moved forward, lifting a knee to help him go where he long wanted to
be.

They didn't talk. Their hands moved over each other, touching and exploring
places they had only seen before.

Their lips sent sparks through each other's bodies head to toe as they
erected swords moved over, beside and around each other as they rolled on
the bed.

There was no rush, no deadlines, no secrets, nothing to hide as something
deep inside Trent surfaced like lava struggling to get through the cracked
crust of reality.

He straddled the man, his thighs feeling the hairy thighs between them, his
butt opened to swallow the thickness the man had revealed times before.

Davies fingers moved over his smooth body, pinching nipples, borrowing
through his light patch of pubic hair, holding his testicles and tracing
the length of his penis.

It was different then times with Virgil somehow. Each touch sent shocks
through him; each surface he touched or kissed fulfilled a long ignored but
realized longing.

He rocked feeling Davies inside him, learning things about him, heretofore
perhaps imagined by the man.

The cum flowed and Trent bent forward while clenching the cock inside him
to keep it there, and his tongue extended to lap at the sperm stained hairy
skin below him.

The grasping, kissing, exploring and sounds emitting from both of them
continued for unmeasured time.

Trent lay face down feeling the body pressing him into the bedding, the
cock sliding at it's own pace inside him.

He swallowed its thickness, ignoring where it had been, anxious to let it
go where only Virgil's had trained him to swallow. His throat expanded, his
lungs breathed around the fleshy tube and he hoped the man's sperm would
find its way down to his stomach.

They slept awhile, bodies being held and holding until Trent awoke to
escape to the bathroom. To his surprise Davies was there already his
bladder emitting a steady flow.

Trent reached and held the man's penis, feeling the power that flowed
through it. His lungs inhaled deeper now, knowing the forced that had
deposited different fluids inside his body.

They didn't speak as Davies moved his hand to told Trent's penis. The boy
now a man sighed relaxing as he had to do when needing to piss..And soon
his bladder displayed its contents to the hand feeling it flow.

They walked back to the bedroom knowing they both still needed what each
other had, offered and could provide.

Trent sat at the breakfast table, still naked. The coffee he sipped was
hot. He tried to count the number of ways he had gotten fucked.  His back,
his side, face down, sitting, standing by the window, bent over a chair.

Then there was the man, glad to accept his now defined as a man's cock in
his mouth, his butt, more then a few times.

"Hey" Davies entered the room. Without looking up, Trent knew that he too
was still naked.

"Coffee?" Trent asked

"No not yet" Davies bent over and kissed Trent, his lips parted and his
tongue already reaching to enter him.

Trent let himself be kissed, his body lifted by the man's arms and his body
pressed over the table.

The tongue lapped between his smooth buttocks. Trent gasped at the new
sensation as he wondered how many other new things the man knew about and
hopefully would show him.

The cock found it's way inside and Trent closed his eyes relishing the now
familiar feeling of it sliding against the sides of his intestines,
plunging deep and then nearly withdrawing making Trent beg it not to.

It responded sliding all the way inside again taking it's time to release
the jism that would flow deep inside.

Instead Davies pulled his body until he was sitting upwards on the man's
lap, still impaled and now kissing the man he had wanted to fuck since he
first saw him three years before.

A week of sex, both staying naked, both talking little, both doing whatever
they wanted to with each other, Trent ignored the neighbors staying naked
in the back yard as he worked out, Davies above him or below him doing the
same.

They fucked in every room of the house, even his mothers' bedroom where
Trent had gone only few times since the divorce. He looked up at the man
above him, his hips aching as his spread legs accepted the cock once
again. Glancing to the bedside table, a photo of father watched, and Trent
let him.

Sitting on the floor, his head on Davie's lap, they watched TV. It had been
six days and nights of each other.

"So college in the fall?"  Davies mentioned their eventual parting for the
first time.

"Yea I guess, but I come home for the holidays" Trent said

"And maybe I can visit" Davies said his fingers petting Trent's pubic hair,
one of his favorite things to do.

"What will Mom say?" Trent said

"Oh I think she knows, mothers know sometimes long before we do" Davies
said his fingers now gathering Trent's testicles in his grasp.

"Fuck me" Trent said in response then laughed. "She never comes up to the
second floor you know"

"Doesn't matter anyway" Davies said "You're 18 now"

"Yes I am" Trent turned over to kiss the man's cock.

He realized the man had been waiting too and their waiting was now over.