Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2008 12:01:13 -0700
From: Porn Writer <hot.porn.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting to Know Trent - Part 13

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A couple weeks later Trent and I were on our way to Nebraska. I had driven
through Nebraska once, but never spent any time there. Despite the misery of
traveling on a holiday, I was excited to see Trent's family again. Of
course, my own family was holding a grudge, because I usually refused to
travel on the holidays, but made an exception this time around. I'd have to
smooth that over later.

We arrived and the whole family was there to meet us as we came through the
security checkpoint. It was a great welcome and then we headed out to the
car. There was, of course, the conversation about how Trent almost ruined
Thanksgiving, but we were all soon past that and moving on to my driving
tour of Omaha. I'm not sure what I expected, but I was pleasantly surprised
by several areas that had some unique historic architecture.

Soon, we were out on a long country road. We turned off, and traveled up a
long drive to a sprawling ranch-style house nestled in a stand of trees. The
weather had turned cold, and Page's earlier warning of snow was starting to
materialize, as large flakes began coating the ground around us. I will say
Nebraska was every bit as cold as I expected.

We pulled into the garage, and exited the car, grabbing our luggage and
following Page and Dan into the house. As we walked in the first word that
popped into my mind was "homey". The house was decorated in an eclectic
fashion, but was neat as a pin. Everything seemed to have a place, and the
colors and furniture made me instantly forget how cold it was outside.

"I'm going to get the fire going, and you boys put your things in Trent's
room." Dan instructed.

Page was in her element, having all her chicks back in the next, and went
into the kitchen to make some homemade hot chocolate. I followed Trent and
Sarah down the hallway to Trent's room. As we walked into the room, it was
exactly what I might have expected. It looked like a room someone had spent
their entire childhood in, redecorating for each new phase he went through,
but leaving some remnant of each. There was a teddy bear on a bookshelf. A
box of Lincoln Logs on another shelf. Various model cars that were once
fantasies of possible first cars. There was an autographed football on a
stand on the desk. It was just an eclectic and lived-in room, but what I
liked most about it was that it just felt like Trent. Even now, I could
sense his presence there. I could smell his scent. There was no single
definitive object that made the room Trent's, but rather the sum of all its
parts.

Trent had a huge smile on his face, making clear that he was glad to be
home. He threw his bag down and threw himself on the bed. He patted the bed
beside him and looked at me with a devilish grin, "Welcome to Club Trent!
This is where you'll be staying, and we guaranty you'll be another satisfied
customer." he said. I could only look at him in disbelief, but Sarah quickly
verbalized what she and I were both thinking, "Aw GAWD!" We all laughed and
Page told us to come get some hot chocolate.

Dan had a great fire going and we all settled in to catch up and enjoy our
hot chocolate, as we watched the snow falling outside through the big
picture window in the family room. After about an hour and a half, Dan got
up and said, "Trent, I have to run into town. You want to ride?"

"Sure!" Trent said, as he kissed me and slipped out from behind me. Page
started talking about something else, and then Sarah opened the door to the
garage and yelled, "I'm going with Dad and Trent. We'll be back." and the
house fell into silence.

Well, thank goodness they're gone. Now, we can have some time to unwind.
"Come on, let's go to the kitchen. We can visit while I get some of my
cookin' out of the way." Page said.

I followed her to the kitchen, and was impressed by the size and the
organization. There was a huge island in the middle, but it seemed very
functional. Indeed, she would prove its worth over the next couple of hours,
as she whipped up salads, cookies, and a variety of other sauces and dishes
in preparation for Thanksgiving. I was amazed at how she glided through the
preparation of a variety of foods, as though it was just what she did. There
were no recipes or measuring cups. She tossed ingredients together and
produced beautiful dishes like some sort of genie. Trent had definitely
gotten his love for cooking from her. I was wishing Cassie could be here to
see this.

Page was taking some cookies out of the oven, when we heard the garage door
start to go up. Trent, Dan, and Sarah came back in laughing and chatting.

"It's really starting to snow out there, now. It's beautiful out. Wanna go
for a walk?" Trent asked.

Page was cooking, Sarah had to make a phone call, and Dan had something he
needed to fix. So, Trent and I threw on our coats and went for a walk. Page
had a huge smile on her face as we walked outside, and I was thinking she
was just so glad to have her boy home.

We walked out back, hand-in-hand. Trent started talking about how much he
loved me and how glad he was that I was here with him. He talked about how
much his family loves me and how he can't imagine his life without me.

"Trent, you know I feel the same way. I'm so happy we could come. Your
family is awesome." I agreed.

We approached this huge oak tree, and he pointed up to a battered old tree
house, nestled way up in the branches. "That's my tree house. When I was a
kid, I spent all my time up there with my friends and Sarah. We'd play
Monopoly and Yatzee, listen to music, and eat snacks we stole to bring to
the fort. We'd play pirates, cops and robbers, astronauts. Sometimes we were
on a desert island and other times we were in a fortress that our enemies
couldn't bring down. When I think back, so much of my life took place in
this tree house. And, when I was older, I would come here to veg and think
about my life and what I wanted. One day, I decided that when I found the
right person for me, I would bring her here and ask her to marry me (I was
straight then, remember)."

"Yeah, I remember." I said, trying to gauge his emotions. Was he
disappointed that he hadn't met the perfect woman? I felt like I was
treading on sacred ground, like maybe I didn't belong here. As I immersed
myself in analytics, gazing up at the tree house way up in this tree, I
noticed Trent disappear from my peripheral vision. At first I thought he had
fallen, but as I whipped my head around to look down at him, Trent was
kneeling beside me holding a ring up toward me. My mind scurried to make
sense of what was happening, and Trent spoke the most beautiful words I had
ever heard.

"It's you. You are the person I am meant to be with, and I want to be with
you every day for the rest of my life. I want you by my side forever. Paul,
will you be my partner?" he asked.

My eyes swelled with tears, as my mind processed his words. The cold
Nebraska air stung my eyes, and without warning I lunged at Trent, throwing
my arms around him and telling him how much I loved him. The impact of my
attack caused us to tumble onto the ground.

He was lying on his back with me straddling his body. My face was inches
from his, as I looked into his eyes, "Trent, I would LOVE to be your
partner. I love you with all my heart and I can't imagine ever being with
anyone else but you. From the first time we touched, it was like I had found
the other half of my soul, and I'm thankful for every day I'm with you. I
love you so much."

"I know you do, Baby. And, I love you too." he said as we fell into a long
deep kiss.

Suddenly the air was filled with hooting and hollering, as Sarah, Page, and
Dan came running from the house--having been watching from the kitchen
window--congratulating us and telling us how happy they were for us and
welcoming me to their family.

"Does it fit?" Sara asked, looking at me.

"Does what fit?" I asked.

"The ring, silly. Dad and Trent and I just went and got it this morning.
Does it fit?" she repeated.

"Oh, no." I said.

"What??? What's wrong?" Page asked.

"He never took the ring." Trent explained.

"Oh, no!" Page said, "Now, don't worry, it's here somewhere. We'll find it."

We all desperately searched for the ring, but it was no use. The snow was
coming down so fast. Dan told us to hang tight and ran to the garage.
Seconds later he emerged with a metal detector, and a few minutes later we
plucked the ring from the snow, where it had fallen against the trunk of the
oak tree. Trent leaned with his back against the tree, as he slid the ring
on my finger.

"I love you." he said, as the ring found its new home.

"I love you, too. It's beautiful." I replied.

"It sure is..." Trent said, looking into my eyes and pulling me in for
another slow deep kiss.

I felt someone pulling on my hand, and then Page said, "Lordy, it sure is!
It's beautiful! It looks so nice on you. That is exactly where that ring
belongs!"

Suddenly, I realized that I didn't have a ring for Trent. "What about you? I
don't have a ring for you."

"That's cool. Since I'm not wearing a ring, that means I still get to fool
around." he reasoned.

"Ha! You're not getting off that easy. Here ya go, Paul." Sarah said, as she
handed me a matching ring. "He bought the set."

I took his hand and held the ring up in front of him, "Trent, will you be my
partner?"

"Nothing would make me happier, Paul. I love you." he said, as I slid the
ring on his long finger, then brought it to my face to kiss the ring and his
hand.

"Oh, my goodness, this is just so romantic!" Page said as she burst into
tears. We all reached out to her and hugged her to calm her down, and she
was half laughing and half crying.

"I'm just so damn happy. I love you Paul, we all do." she said.

"And I love all of you!" I returned.

"Come on, let's go in here and have some dinner!" Page said.

"You guys go ahead. We'll be in a few minutes." Trent said.

As they traipsed off toward the house, Sarah and Page were talking about
everyone they wanted to call to share the news with. Trent put his hand on
the tree and looked up the towering trunk. Then, he turned and looked at me,
"I need you to know a couple of things."

"Ok." I said.

"I know sometimes I talk down to you and tease about you being my bitch and
all that, but I need you to understand that I love you absolutely and
completely. You are the center of my universe, and I worship you. I know you
accept me for who I am, and that you accept that I need to be dominant, and
that's why we're standing here, now. Not everyone can handle my personality,
but you get me. I just need you to know that putting all that aside, I love
you because you are you and not just because you let me dominate you. Do you
understand that?" Trent asked.

"Oh, yes. I love you so much, Trent." I agreed.

"Good. There's one other thing. From this point forward, everything that is
mine is yours. All of it. If I can trust you with my heart, then I can
certainly trust you with all the material stuff." he said.

Trent didn't really have much in the way of possessions, so I was a little
confused by this statement, and it must have shown. I considered that
perhaps this was a way of him getting me to do the same, and I was
absolutely willing to share all that I had with him, "Trent, and everything
of mine is yours. I agree with you 100%. There is nothing I wouldn't share
with you." I confirmed.


"I know that, Paul. But, that's not what I mean. My family has a lot of
money." he explained.

"That's cool." I replied, still not fully comprehending what was being said.

"No, Baby, I mean my family has a LOT of money. We're extremely wealthy." he
said.

"I don't understand. But, what about working at the restaurant and going to
culinary school?" I asked.

"I love cooking and I work to gain experience. I certainly don't have to
work." he explained. "We aren't the type of people who throw our wealth
around. We go about our business and live normal lives. No limos or jets or
lavish homes. Just good basic people who have a whole lot of money." he
confirmed.

It suddenly occurred to me that the ring on my finger may be worth a lot
more than I realize. I looked down at it wondering exactly how much I was
wearing on my finger. It was a simple silver band, but its simplicity made
it absolutely beautiful. Not being a person who is comfortable wearing or
knows much about jewelry, my concern was mounting the more I looked at it.

"Trent, I'm not someone who usually wears expensive jewelry, so I need to
know what I'm dealing with here. Is this ring terribly expensive?" I asked.

He chuckled, "No, no. In fact, at the jewelry store we debated whether you
would even where it at all. The rings are fully insured. But, they're
platinum, so I'm sure they'll be pretty durable...like our love."

There was no way he wasn't getting kiss after that line...and he knew it! As
he broke our kiss, leaving our lips barely touching, he said, "But if you
lose it, Club Trent is reopening to the general public."

"Smart ass!" I replied. "Club Trent is condemned. Closed for good."

"Yeah? By whose authority?" he teased.

"By your bitch's authority." I said.

"By my partner's authority." he corrected me.

"Mmmmm, I love you, Baby." I said as we sank back into another incredible
kiss.

We headed back into the house, and I still didn't really grasp the whole
money thing, but figured it wasn't an issue for me, anyway. I did alright
for myself, so life would just continue on as it had.

As we entered the house, Trent leaned into Sarah, who was standing in the
kitchen doorway, "Someone is gonna get lucky tonight, and that someone is
me!" I heard him say, as he plucked a half-eaten cookie from her hand and
popped it into his mouth. I couldn't help but laugh, because it's not as
though he didn't get lucky every other day, too. Sarah just rolled her eyes
and said, "Whatever. Hell, if you bought me a ring like that, I'd sleep with
ya, too!"

Understanding what she said, my eyes darted in Trent's direction. He started
laughing, sensing where this was going and, through a mouth full of cookie,
said "Baby, will you stop worrying about the ring? It's just metal. It can
be replaced. What's important is that it's the ring I gave you and you
choose to wear it. Okay?"

I nodded, and Page came around the corner and asked what was wrong.

"He's afraid the ring is too expensive and he might lose it." Trent
explained.

"Honey, don't you worry about that. The ring is insured. We'll get you
another one if something happens to that one. Just don't you worry about
that." Page said.

"Yeah, but if I lose it, he threatened to re-open Club Trent" I said,
knowing full well I was throwing Trent under the bus.

Sarah burst out laughing, and Page shot Trent a nasty look and said to me,
"Sweetie, Club Trent was never really a hot spot, anyway. I don't think you
have anything to worry about there."

"Rude!" Trent shouted, as we all burst into laughter.

We sat down to dinner, and then sat around and watched some TV. Sitting in
front of the fireplace made us all very sleepy, and soon Trent was leading
me down the hall to his bedroom.

We got undressed, and he pulled me into the bed with him. He kissed my lips
and face, and then moved down my body. I felt like I was living a fantasy,
as the day's events and the moment overwhelmed me.

Trent moved between my legs, and lowered himself on me, so our faces were
next to each other. He kissed me sporadically, reminding me that now its
official, and I'm all his.

"I like being all yours." I assured him.

"Yeah? Good. Now, let's see about getting you knocked up." he said, as his
big cock began sliding into me.

I loved feeling his body on top of mine, and he was moving in and out of me
at a slow and leisurely pace. His big cock felt so good moving in and out of
me, and his deep wet kisses were making me incredibly hard. He was in an
unbelievably passionate and romantic mood tonight, and I was sincerely
enjoying it. My legs were wrapped around his back, and I was using my heels
to push down on his ass to encourage his thrusts. The whole scene was so
erotic, because he was making love to me in his room and in his bed.

I was moving my hand up his bicep, when the glimmer of the ring caught my
eye, and I realized this was real and that Trent and I would be making love
like this for the rest of our lives. He must have read my mind, because he
smiled down at me and said, "It's real. This is all real. WE are real. I
love you, Baby."

"Trent, I want you so bad. I want you to fill me with your cum. Breed my
ass, Baby." I begged.

His thrusts increased in speed, and he replied, "Yeah? You want your
husband's load? You want my load, Baby? Tell me how much you want it. Tell
me..."

"Trent, I want your load in me, so badly. Just fill me with your cum. My ass
is all yours. Mark your territory, Baby. Make me yours. Come on, Baby." I
pleaded.

"Oh, yeah. That's a good boy. You want it, don't you. You want my big load."
he said as he leaned down to kiss me. As his tongue probed my mouth, I felt
his cock let loose inside me, as he pumped wave after wave of his cum way up
inside me. My own cock released a torrent onto my chest and belly, as I
continued to kiss the man of my dreams. He was my perfect partner.

"Yeah, take my load." he said, as he held my bottom lip between his front
teeth.

"Thank you, Baby. Thank you." I responded, as I took the last of his load,
and spewed my own load between our stomachs.

We got cleaned up and got back into bed. He was spooning me and letting out
a couple of moans, signaling his absolute contentment as we were drifting
off to sleep.

The moment was shattered when he whispered into my ear, "Oh, yeah. You're my
bitch, alright."

"Yeah, I'm the bitch that closed down Club Trent!" I bantered.

"Aw, see, why'd you have to go there?!" he laughed.

We drifted off to sleep with big smiles on our faces, and we were two of the
happiest guys on the face of the Earth.