Date: Sun, 25 May 2008 09:35:52 -0700
From: Porn Writer <hot.porn.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting to Know Trent - Part 7

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"What the fuck!?!" I don't know whether that was just what raced through my
mind or whether Trent yelled it, but it's the thought I awoke to, as I saw
this beautiful tall slender woman sitting on the bed next to Trent.

"Sarah?!", Trent exclaimed. "Oh fuck, it's a wife or girlfriend", is what
went through my mind. I didn't move a muscle, in hopes that somehow I would
just fade into oblivion.

"What are you doing here?!?!?", Trent asked.

"Trent, your memory totally sucks! You know Mom and Dad and I were coming to
visit this week. We left a message for you this morning on your phone,
didn't you get it.", she asked.

"Oh fuck! No, I didn't... We were... Oh, man. Where are Mom and Dad?", Trent
asked, now in a full panic.

They dropped me off because I needed to use the bathroom, but then Mom
wanted to run to the store so she can cook for you tonight.", she explained.


"Well, go to the bathroom, then!", Trent said.

"I already did! I came in put my bags over there, peed, and sat and watched
you two sleep for a few minutes.", she said with a big smile. "You're so
rude! Are you going to introduce us?"

Trent, seeming very flustered, said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This is Paul,
he's my..."

"...boyfriend, yeah, I get that. Hi, Paul, I'm Sarah. I'm Trent's little
sister.", she said as she reached out to shake my hand.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Trent's neighbor.", I said, in a
desperate attempt to recover.

"Mom!" Trent shouted. In all the confusion, none of us had noticed Trent's
parents standing in the hallway, his father holding his mother, seemingly
trying to stabilize her. When she realized we had seen her, she put her chin
up and marched into the bedroom, extended her hand to me, and said, "I'm
Trent's mother, Page." As I shook her hand, his father approached the bed
and extended his hand, adding "And, I'm Dan, Trent's dad. Nice to meet you,
young man." At this point, I was still unsure whether this was just a
bizarre nightmare or whether it was really happening. Then, Page, who was
now sitting on the bed with her arm around her son, said, "Okay, let's give
these boys a chance to get themselves together, out of here, both of you!
I'm going to put on a pot of coffee.", she said to Sarah and Dan, as she
shooed them out of the room.

As the door closed, and the voices faded, I looked over at Trent.

"Dude... you are white as a fuckin' ghost!", he said and then started
laughing hysterically.

I was reeling from the events of the last ten minutes. Trent leaned over and
apologized and kissed me and said, "You're my boyfriend. Once Sarah knows
something, there can be no secrets! We just have to assume it's public
knowledge, now.", he said, smiling that big boyish smile.

"Wow, I'm really surprised your parents took that so well.", I said.

"Yeah, they're really cool. They've always been very open-minded and have
allowed Sarah and me to make our own decisions. They may give us a nudge
from time to time, but they really want us to live our own lives.", he
explained.

I was speechless. Absolutely stunned and speechless.

"Now, if we don't get out there quick, they'll be back in here, so, do you
think you can walk yet?", he said, laughing.

We stood up, but I have to admit I was still a little apprehensive. I hadn't
even contemplated my short-lived relationship with Trent would ever get to
the "meet the parents" phase, and I has sure never contemplated that I'd
meet them all in Trent's bed! Trent pulled me into his arms and told me,
"Relax. They're really great people, and I know they're really going to like
you."

As we went into the living room, Dan said, "Trent, throw your shoes on and
come with me. We had a blowout on the way, and I want to get a new tire put
on the car before I do anything else."

"Sure, Dad.", Trent replied. Trent grabbed his shoes and put them on.

"Wait, now, I just put on a fresh pot of coffee. Can't you boys wait until
after we have coffee?", Page pleaded.

"No, I want to get this done now, so we won't be worried about running
around in the car. It should only take about an hour.", Dan said.

Trent turned and grabbed his wallet, then turned to me and said, "You gonna
be okay here while I'm gone?"

Insulted, Page came to attention, "Well, what in the world... What kind of
question is that?! You act like you're leavin' him with a couple of
barracudas!" Trent's Dad chuckled, as Page continued, "Goodness sake, he's
in good hands. You boys go on, and we'll take good care of Paul while you're
gone. Paul, you're just gonna relax with us and have some coffee--do you
like coffee, Paul?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I LOVE coffee.", I answered.

"Good, then it's settled.", Page said.

I was stunned when Trent leaned in and kissed me on the lips, and then
turned to leave, saying, "And, don't ya'll be interrogating Paul while we're
gone."

"Now, you stop that! We wouldn't do that.", Page said.

As I watched Trent disappear out the door, I looked over toward Sarah and
Page, who were both looking at me with knowing looks. "Just relax. This will
only hurt a little", Sarah laughed. "Aw, stop that and carry this coffee for
me, Sarah. Paul, they give me the hardest time. Don't you worry about a
thing. You're in good hands.", page promised.

Page had put together a tray with cups, cream, sugar, and a French Press
full of fresh brewed coffee. Sarah grabbed the tray and headed out toward
the balcony, and Page approached me, took my arm, and started leading me to
the balcony.

As we took our places around the patio table, Sarah--with a devilish smile
on her face, not unlike her brother's--justified her brother's apprehension,
saying "Here's how this is gonna go down. We want the dirt!", Sarah said.

I was expecting Page to reign Sarah in, but instead she added, "Yes, Sweaty,
sing like a bird!", Page cackled, as she poured my coffee. "Be careful,
though, Dear. Remember, I'm somebody's mother. I don't want ALL the
details!"

"Yeah, you can save those to tell me later tonight.", Sarah said.

I was horrified. All I really had were dirty details, tales of our sexual
exploits and how much I love making love with Trent. Then, suddenly, as
though some third person in my mind stepped up to the plate, I heard myself
say, "Well, we were both coming home at the same time one evening, and Trent
introduced himself to me. We talked a while, and he asked if I wanted to
have a few beers with him. I told him I don't drink and..."

"At ALL??? You don't drink at all, Dear? Paul, Honey, are you on the
wagon?", Page asked.

"Subtle, Mom. Real subtle.", Sarah said, as she sipped her coffee.

"No, no. Nothing like that. Just never developed a taste for it.", I
replied.

"So, back to the story!", Sarah said, shooting an agitated look toward her
mother.

"Well, I told him I kept some beer in my fridge for company and invited him
over. He said yes, and we hit it off. We've been together ever since!", I
said.

"Oh, it's so romantic! Sarah, Dear, one day you're going to meet a nice boy
like your brother did, you'll see.", Page said. As the full impact of what
Page just said hit her, she had a perplexed look on her face.

"Yeah, those are words you never thought you'd hear pass your lips, eh,
Mom?!", Sarah chuckled.

"What about the sex?", Sarah asked.

I was once again stunned. I liked how direct Sarah was, much like her
brother, but there were times when I was taken aback by it, and this was
certainly one of those times. I could feel myself blushing, as I looked down
at my coffee, half wondering whether I could drown myself in it in order to
escape the rest of my interrogation!

"Oh, come on. We found you in bed with him. I know you all are sleeping
together. Plus, we have a good reason for asking!", Sarah said, exchanging a
knowing glance with her mother.

"Sarah! Did you forget I'm somebody's mother?", Page asked, seeming rather
annoyed.

"Mom, get a grip. You know why I'm asking.", Sarah countered.

"Okay, but this conversation stays right here. Between us!", Page demanded.

Sarah agreed, and then said, looking knowingly at her mother, as though
there was some unspoken communication occurring between them, "I don't know
how to say this, so I will just say it. Trent didn't do so well with women.
They loved him and found him incredibly attractive, but his relationships
never really lasted."

"He's a man who likes to be a man, if you know what I mean.", Page
interjected, trying to lessen the impact of her son's perceived
shortcomings. "He likes to be in control of things, and women today don't
take kindly to that. Women just didn't seem to understand him. He's a little
rough with them, sometimes, I guess." She looked concerned and vulnerable,
like a mother who recognizes something is wrong with her child, but is
wrestling with how to manage it.

"Yeah, he's a kinky, arrogant, and rough in bed.", Sarah added, as
clarification to her mother's comments.

"Do you find this to be true, Dear?", Page asked, making absolutely no
attempts to disguise her concern.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I like about him!", I heard myself say. There was a
pregnant pause, as they both looked at me with their mouths open.

"Sounds like you're our man! Welcome to the family, Paul.", Sarah said, as
she and Page clicked their glasses together, apparently toasting the victory
at the end of a hard fought battle.

Page chuckled, and then confided, "Sarah thought you were woman yesterday!"

"What?", I asked.

Sarah explained, "Well, I called Trent at work yesterday, and he sounded
like he was walking on air. I told Mom and Dad that I just knew he had found
his soul mate, and that I couldn't wait to meet her. Trent wouldn't tell me
anything, but I kept asking about his new 'love interest', and he just kept
chuckling."

"Yes, well, apparently, you forgot that the point of your call was to remind
him that we would be here today, and to be sure he was off work for a couple
days, so we could spend time with him. She's such a gossip!", Page said.

"So, you live RIGHT next door?", Sarah asked.

"Yep.", I replied.

"Wow, let's go see your place!", Sarah said.

"Sarah, you don't just invite yourself to someone's home! Good grief!", Page
exclaimed.

"Mom, he's sleeping with my brother. He's family!", Sarah countered.

"Sarah, I am NOT going to tell you one more time, I am somebody's mother. Do
not talk about stuff like that in front of me.", Page said.

Sarah leaned into me and in a stage whisper said, "And, like, how do you
think she got to BE somebody's mother!". And we all laughed, as Page
blushed.

"Come on. Let's go.", I said.

Page wasted no time in snapping up her coffee cup, and slipping her feet
back into her shoes, and off we all went.

"Oh, this is just beautiful! Did you decorate this yourself?", Page said as
we entered my condo.

"Yeah, it's nothing special, really.", I said.

"It's great! It's so peaceful. When you walk in, you just feel the outside
world fade away. This is awesome!", Sarah said.

"Hey, this is pretty cool. Now, I won't have to sleep on that air mattress.
Mom, you and Dad can sleep in Trent's bed. They can sleep here, and I can
sleep on somebody's sofa. Actually, this sectional looks WAY more
comfortable than Trent's sofa. I'll sleep here."

"Paul, just forgive her. I don't know what gets into her sometimes.", Page
said, as we followed Sarah out onto my balcony.

Then, we heard a voice from Trent's balcony. He and his father had returned.
Sarah and Page had pushed themselves up against the wall of the balcony,
attempting to hide from Dan and Trent, giggling like two school girls. We
eavesdropped as we heard Trent say, "Well, they didn't through him off the
balcony! But, where did they all go?" Dan replied, "I told you we should
have left him a stun gun or a rape whistle or something. Do y'all have an
incinerator? Maybe they're trying to dispose of the body!", he teased.

"Daniel Jacobsen, I heard that!", Page shouted playfully. "You wait till I
get back over there. Actually, Trent, bring your Daddy over here, so he can
see Paul's place. You gotta see what he's done with this place, Honey!".

My god, it just occurred to me that I didn't even know Trent's last name,
until Page just used it to dress down her husband. Trent Jacobsen. Nice.

"Wow, this is beautiful!", Dan exclaimed as he walked in. "I told you.",
Trent said, leading me to believe that he and his dad had some conversation
today about us. "Paul, you've done a great job. This really is homey."

"So, did they wear you down, Paul?", Dan asked, playfully. "No, no. We had a
nice visit.", I replied. Page and Sarah gave me a look of affirmation, as
though I had given Dan the answer they desired.

"Did they interrogate you? Dad said we should have left you a rape whistle
or a stun gun, in case they gave you trouble!", Trent laughed, as he leaned
in to kiss me.

"No, no. I really enjoyed chatting with them.", I assured him.

I have to admit, that I felt like I was experiencing some sort of role
reversal. I found myself feeling a bit awkward that Trent would kiss me so
openly, though I've been gay my whole life! I didn't expect this to move so
quickly, and sure didn't expect that I would be meeting the parents.

"I wanna get unpacked." Page said. "Trent, you come over here and give me a
couple drawers in your dresser and a show me where I can put my clothes."

Sarah reiterated her sleeping arrangement proposal, and there were no
objections. "Momma, sounds like we're gonna have Trent's place to ourselves
tonight!", Dan said, with a devious smile on his face.

"Dan, you stop that in front of the kids!", Page said. "Oh, he gets so
frisky!"

"Yeah, she's somebody's mother!", Sarah added, just in time to get a sharp
look from their mother.

"How long have you lived here?" Sarah asked, as the rest of the family left
for Trent's place.

"Oh, just a couple months.", I responded.

"Thank god they're gone! Now, let's talk dirt!", Sarah said. "By the way,
where are those beers you said you keep for company?" she said, as she
opened the fridge. "Found 'em!"

As she took the first sip of her beer, she said, "Trent has had a tough time
with love. He wants what most people aren't willing to give. But, when I
talked to him on the phone yesterday, I knew he had found it. And, when I
sat on that bed and watched the two of you sleeping today, you seemed like
you were perfectly at peace. I know you two haven't been together long, but
I have a really good feeling about this. I've never seen him act this way
with anyone."

"Help me understand, something. Why aren't your parents freaked out about
their son suddenly being gay!?", I asked.

She stared at me for a moment, the nodded a couple times, and then said,
"Let me tell you something. They are a little bit freaked, if I know Mom and
Dad. But, they've always encouraged us to be our own people and to live our
own lives. And, the truth is, Trent has been really unhappy for a very long
time. You know that big smile he had when he walked in that door a few
minutes ago?"

I nodded.

"It's been years since I've seen that smile. I think he had even given up on
himself, figuring he'd never find his other half. But, I think he has, and
I'm not trying to create any pressure on you, I'm just calling it like I see
it.", Sarah concluded.

"I agree with you.", I said.

"What? About what?", Sarah asked.

"I believe we are the two halves to a whole. Can I tell you something?", I
asked.

"Yeah, it'll stay right her between us, I promise.", Sarah offered.

"Trent and I have only known each other two days, but I have never been more
sure of anything in my entire life. There is an intensity. A sense of
knowing. A feeling that we just clicked with each other.", I said.

"I agree. I TOTALLY see that with you guys.", she whispered intently.
"Welcome to our family, Paul." I felt like a million bucks.

"But, can I ask you something. It's WAY more personal.", Sarah asked.

"Yeah, sure.", I said.

"Well, you know, I talked to all of Trent's old girlfriends, and they all
had the same complaint. He wanted them to do things that they thought were
to kinky or perverted or whatever. I guess he gets kind of rough in bed, and
talked dirty to them, and they really felt like that was kind of abusive.",
she explained. "One of them said he wanted her to massage his feet for him.
According to her, he wanted her to suck his toes and worship his feet. Has
he tried any of that weird shit with you? Oh, fuck, I hope I'm not scaring
you off.", she said.

"Nope, I'm good. I worship EVERY INCH of Trent.", I offered with a smile.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, like she didn't quite know
what to make of what I was saying, "Dude, what the fuck?! Could you just say
yes or know or whatever? You're like fuckin' Yoda! Just spit it out Dude, do
you suck my brother's toes and do all that kinky stuff he likes or what?",
she asked anxiously.

I leaned forward and looked into her eyes, and said, "Sarah, I worship every
inch of your brother's body. There is not a part of his body that I wouldn't
lick, suck, kiss, massage, or whatever! What Trent wants, Trent gets.", I
said.

"OH. My. Fucking. GOD! Dude! That's hot! Don't get me wrong, I'm not sharing
a drink with ya, now that I know where your mouth has been, but DAMN, that
is hot! You got a brother? I need a guy like you!", she asked.

We laughed, and then Trent came back through my front door. "And, what are
you two gossips talking about?"

"Trent, come here.", Sarah said.

Trent sat beside her on the sofa, and she rested her arm around his neck,
and leaned into him, "I like Paul. I like Paul a lot. He can handle Mom. I
fuckin' LOVE Paul. Anyway, DO NOT fuck this up, do you hear me? Paul, if he
gives you any trouble, you come talk to me and we'll get it worked out.
Trent, I love you and I want you to be happy. DON'T FUCK THIS UP!", Sarah
exclaimed.

Trent got up and walked toward me, but as he neared me he began to lay his
body out across the sofa, using the weight of his upper body to push me over
and down under him. "I'm not going to fuck this up, because I love this guy!
I fuckin' love this guy more than anything!", and he leaned in and kissed
me.

"Yeah, but I mean, don't do what you did with all those chicks, where you
asked them to do all kinds of freaky shit, and they got totally freaked out.
You know what I'm saying?", Sarah clarified.

"Sarah, that won't happen. He loves all that shit. We've already DONE all
that shit... AND MORE! He's the first person I've ever met who not only
keeps up with me in bed, but ENJOYS it! I can be myself with him. He loves
me for who I am, and it's incredible!", Trent explained.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! That's hot! Seriously, Paul. Do you have a freaky
brother?! A straight one, I mean?", Sarah said. "Aw, I love you guys!",
Sarah said, as she, too, climbed onto us, and kissed both of us on the
lips."

Just then, the front door opens, and Page steps in mid sentence. She stops
and stares at her two children, sprawled out on top of me on the sofa. As we
look at her, she looks at me and says, "Paul, what have you done to my
children?"

"Mom, we love this guy!", Sarah says.

"Yes, Paul is a very sweet man. Now, can one of you come over here and help
us? Your father was trying to figure out all those remote controls to get
the TV working, and finally just gave up and went to the bathroom. If
someone doesn't get this fixed to where he can use it, he may botch it up so
bad we'll never be able to watch TV again!", she said.

Sarah got up and started toward the door, then said, "Uh uh... Nope... You
two, get up and come with me. I'm sleeping on that sectional tonight, and I
don't want you doing any freaky shit on there while I'm getting Dad's TV
setup."

Trent just looked at her with an evil smile, and then said, "Uh, too late.
This was the first place we had sex!"

"Oh god...", Sarah said, as she went out the door.

"Come here, quick!", Trent said as he grabbed my hand and lead me into the
bedroom. He locked the door, then turned back toward me. He put his thumbs
in the waistband of his shorts, and dropped his pants to his ankles in one
fell swoop! His huge cock jumped to attention, and he said, "Quick, blow me.
I need to get off, bad!"

Needing no further encouragement, I dropped to my knees, wrapped my fist
around his huge cock and starting sucking on the head, while fisting the
shaft of his cock. As I glanced up his body, I noticed he was playing with
his nipples. I reached up with my other hand and massaged his nuts. There
was no mistaking that he needed a quick release, and soon his body was
starting to tremble and he was panting, sure signs that he was about to
reward my efforts. I was sucking the head of his cock sloppily, sucking and
tonguing the underside of his big swollen cock head, while I pumped the
shaft and massaged those big balls of his. Suddenly, his body went rigid and
he used both hands on the back of my head to completely immerse his cock in
my mouth. I swallowed jet after jet of his cum, until his breathing returned
to normal. He bent down to pull his pants up, but grabbed the back of my
head with one hand and kissed me, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth,
getting a good taste of his own cum.

He helped me up, then unlocked and opened the door. Sarah was standing there
in the kitchen, swigging the last of her beer. "Mom's got dinner ready, or
have y'all already eaten?!", she said with a smirk.

Trent countered, "Nah, we need food. We need our energy!"

Trent threw his arm around my and Sarah's necks, and we wrapped our arms
around his waist, and we walked over to his place, where Page had prepared a
great meal. We had a nice dinner, and before we knew it, Sarah was staking
her claim to my sofa, and Page and Dan were heading off to bed at Trent's
place, and Trent and I were heading off to my bed.