Saving Trevor

Excerpt:
ERIC woke to warm breath softly touching his mouth.

He smiled and without opening his eyes said, "Morning, Baby."

In answer he felt Nick's warm mouth gently caress his lower lip. A contented moan came from Eric as he returned the kiss to Nick's sweet mouth, that same sweet mouth that greeted him each morning.

Tenderly, he placed his large right hand on the creamy satin skin that covered the strong muscles of Nick's smooth chest.

"Come on, Sweetheart," Nick quietly whispered when their lips parted. "It's Friday. Make it through today and you can sleep in for the next two days."

Eric opened his eyes and looked at the face lying next to his. He smiled, closed his eyes, and snuggled closer.

"Man," he exhaled, "I wish we could stay here all day."

His hand slid down Nick's chest to his stomach and headed farther south. Nick grabbed the traveling hand.

"Eric, we won't have time for our morning workout if you keep heading where you're heading."

"They say sex is one of the best cardiovascular exercises you can do," Eric whispered into Nick's mouth.

"Do they?" Nick quietly asked as he rolled onto his back and pulled his tall redheaded spouse on top of him.

Eric's mouth took possession of Nick's mouth. His right hand traveled along Nick's back, slipped under the waistband of his sweat shorts, and claimed his hard, smooth butt. Nick swallowed Eric's tongue deep into his mouth. A satisfied moan came from Nick. These sounds from Nick always excited and pleased Eric. He slipped Nick's shorts off and pushed his legs apart.

When their kiss ended Eric sat up and knelt between Nick's satin-smooth thighs. He leaned close and looked with lustful hunger at the beautiful hard cock only inches from his face. He could feel its warmth and smell its heady male richness.

Tenderly he kissed the hot soft skin at the base of Nick's long fat cock. Carefully he sucked the smooth skin into his mouth. He released the skin and the tip of his tongue slowly began its exploration up the warm satin length.

His right hand held the savory erection tall. His tongue grew happier as it rediscovered the wonderful taste. Eric slowly licked the anxious organ. He backed away and looked at the fat head. There he saw a drop of pre-cum shining on the slit of the cock's smooth head. His mouth found the head and took it prisoner. The pre-cum disappeared into his mouth.

"Eric, Baby," Nick breathed.

Eric was always surprised by the powerful thrill he found in caressing Nick's cock with his mouth. Soon he began to breathe harder at the demanding pleasure at having Nick fully in his mouth. Faster and more urgently, he swallowed and massaged the saliva-covered cock.

"Damn, Eric," Nick suddenly gasped, "I don't want to cum yet."

Nick pushed Eric onto his back. He pulled Eric's shorts from his body and brought his face to Eric's groin as he offered his cock again to the wet red mouth where it had been playing. They swallowed each other. They tasted each other. Their mouths caressed and pleased each other.

With a sinuous lack of haste, Nick moved his mouth to Eric's balls. He swallowed one and bathed it with his tongue. Then he moved his mouth to Eric's ass. His long wet tongue pushed its way deep into Eric's hole. In and out his tongue slipped. Deeper and deeper he fucked Eric with his tongue. Eric took the cue and followed Nick's lead. His face eagerly slid to Nick's perfect hole.

When the tip of Eric's tongue tasted Nick's hole a dizzy thrill rolled through his body. The perfect glory of exploring Nick's hole with his tongue was opium for Eric. The two tall men burrowed their faces between each other's heavenly butt cheeks and feasted on each other..

"You're so beautiful, Baby," Eric whispered between Nick's cheeks.

Their tongues, mouths, and hands explored and brought pleasure to each other. They thrilled each other. Their sweat mingled. Their voices and breathing joined into a choir of lustful, loving sounds.

Eric was lost in paradise as he lay on his back and surrendered his powerful body to the powerful body of his mate. He knew his hunger and need for Nick was equaled by Nick's hunger and need for him.

When it finally happened, every nerve in Eric's body convulsed and burst into flame. His powerful cock began to spew cum onto his and Nick's stomach and chest. His groans and growls were muffled by the beautiful butt on his face. Nick answered Eric's cries of pleasure with his own when his cock began adding its load to the creamy mess between their bodies.

When the glorious madness ended, laughter exploded from Eric's mouth. With his face resting on Eric's balls, Nick joined the lusty laughter. Eric pushed Nick off him, sat up, and fell onto him. He kissed his beloved Nick. Long and deep he kissed him. He could taste the wild, heady flavor of his own ass on Nick's beautiful lips and long, wet tongue.

They calmed. They returned to the world. They got out of their bed to start their day. An hour later, they stepped out of their shower and dried themselves with thick white towels.

"Don't forget tonight we're having dinner with Don and Beth," Eric reminded his spouse.

Nick passed his fingers through the golden-red forest on Eric's powerful chest.

"I remember," he answered.





THE young men were good friends with Eric's employer and his wife. The two couples often went out together. That night, after dinner, they went to Mr. Blackport, Eric and Nick's favorite jazz club. In the club they drank martinis and danced arm in arm to the music of the house quartet.

Mr. Blackport was not a gay club. It was a jazz club. All were welcomed. On that dance floor, in that club, Eric knew people watching them wondered how he, a tall redheaded Danish-American with an unimpressive face, had captured the heart of the beautiful dark man in his arms.

There was a time when he too wondered why Nick was his. But, that time was long past. Nick had shown him in so many ways. Eric knew, he understood, Nick's love and heart were his and his alone.

The two couples closed the club and said their goodnights in the parking lot. Don and Beth drove off to their house in the country as Eric and Nick headed for their own home in town.

Happy and content, Eric drove his Lexus through the dark empty streets. He was happy. He was happy and deeply in love. In their short history, he and Nick had passed through threats and attacks, yet he knew his life was rich and full. His heart was proud and filled with love. Through all the violent troubles Nick never faltered in his love. Eric knew Nick's heart was solidly his. He adored Nick and knew Nick adored him.

Nick found mellow jazz on the radio. He laid his seat back and rested his hand on Eric's strong thigh. Eric smiled to himself as he always did whenever he thought about Nick belonging to him. He had the love of a man many yearned to share. He had the heart of a man others hungered to own. He alone enjoyed the beautiful body of a man so many others lusted to enjoy.

When Eric stopped at a red light, he turned toward his partner and leaned close to kiss his temple. Movement on the street caught his eye. Through the passenger window he saw a thin teenage boy running down the far sidewalk of the cross street. The youth turned the corner and ran along the sidewalk in the same direction Eric and Nick were headed. Five men, all in their early to mid twenties, ran after the boy.

"Nick! There's a kid out there being chased by a bunch of guys."

Nick opened his eyes, sat up, and looked out the window.

"Damn, Eric, we can't let this happen! We've got to do something! We've got to help him!"

With a protesting squeal from his tires, Eric charged through the red light. Nick reached over and pressed on the car's horn. The sudden sounds startled the men. They stopped running as Eric pulled near the curb and drove passed them. When he reached the still running boy, Eric slowed to keep pace.

Nick opened his window.

"Get in!" he yelled.

The boy slowed to a brisk walk and looked back at the men.

"They're not going to stand there just watching you," Nick shouted at the boy.

The boy stopped. Eric stopped the car.

"Get in or they're going to start running again!" Nick shouted.

He opened the back door.

Confusion and fear were on the boy's face. He looked in at Nick and Eric and then back at the men. Eric glanced in the mirror and saw the men had again started running toward the boy. When they were only feet away, the boy jumped into the backseat and slammed the door closed. Eric pressed hard on the accelerator. The car jumped down the street and turned a corner.

"Oh, man," the boy breathlessly cried. "Thanks. You guys saved my butt."

Nick turned and looked at the boy.

"What the hell's going on?" he asked.

"They want to beat my ass," the boy answered.

He sat back in the seat, closed his eyes, and concentrated on catching his breath. The youth had a boyishly handsome face. He was thin with short brown hair and a small silver hoop earring in each ear. He wore baggy black pants and an oversized long-sleeved gray pullover. Even though the October night was cold, the boy wore no coat or jacket.

Eric was watching him through the rearview mirror.

"Is this about drugs or somebody ripping somebody off?" he demanded in a harsh voice.

"No, man. It's not nothing like that," the boy answered with his eyes still closed.

"What's going on?" Nick asked in a softer voice.

The boy opened his eyes and looked at Nick.

"They tried to convert me and I told them I didn't want to hear about it," he answered.

"What?" Eric and Nick asked together.

"They're part of some fundamentalist church," the boy answered. "They were wandering around to people in the park preaching and shit like that."

"It's almost three in the morning," Eric said.

"I know," the boy answered. "There weren't a whole lot of people there, mostly drunk bums or people getting high. But, they said they were there to save everybody. When they got to me, I told 'em I didn't want to hear it. But they just kept up their preaching. They said they could help find me a place to sleep and give me eternal life through Jesus. I got pissed and told them what I thought of their religion. That's when they came after me."

"They want to kick your ass because you don't like their religion?" Eric asked skeptically.

The boy looked out the window. Eric could see he was scared.

"What's your name?" Nick asked.

"Trevor. Trevor Schilder," the boy answered.

"Do you want us to give you a ride home?" Eric asked.

"No, man, I don't," Trevor answered. "My Christian parents don't want me either. They kicked me out this morning. That's why I was in the park."

Eric and Nick looked at each other. Eric could hear Trevor trying to hide his fear. He looked in the mirror and saw Trevor watching him and Nick.

"Hey, you guys should just stop and let me get out," he said. "You don't want me in your car."

"Why?" Eric asked.

"Because I'm queer," Trevor snapped angrily. "That's why my parents threw me out this morning. That's why those so-called Christians want to beat me. When they didn't stop their damn preaching I told 'em they didn't want me in their church 'cause I was gay. They said they could heal me. I told 'em I didn't want nobody trying to brainwash me. I mean, I was pissed. My whole day was shit. So I kept yellin' at 'em and told 'em I thought them and their church was a bunch of assholes. They got pissed. One of 'em slapped me. I jumped up and stood on the bench and called 'em fuckin' Christian assholes. I knew that was it, so I jumped over the bench and started running. I heard 'em running after me."

Eric and Nick exchanged glances. Eric looked into the mirror and saw Trevor still watching them.

With a brave sounding voice the boy said, "I guess you guys want to kick my ass now too."

Eric glanced at Nick and saw him smile at the frightened boy.

"No, Trevor," Nick said softly. "We don't want to hurt you. My name is Nick Bertolli. This big redhead driving the car is Eric Folke. We don't want to hurt you or see you get hurt. We understand."

Looking back at the boy, Eric saw the fear on his face change to curiosity.

"What do you mean, you understand?" Trevor asked.

"People have tried to kill both Eric and me," Nick answered. "They tried to kill us because we're partners."

"What do you mean? What kind of partners?" Trevor asked.

"Partners. You know, life partners. We're married," Nick answered.

Eric watched Trevor study Nick's face in the dim light of the passing street lamps.

"You mean to each other?" Trevor asked.

"Yup. Last week we celebrated the second anniversary of our wedding."

"Wait a minute. Men can't get married in Michigan," Trevor stated with youthful authority.

"No they can't," Nick answered. "But we had a ceremony with our family and friends. That's all that matters. It's what we feel and know, not what the government thinks."

"Nick, what do we do?" Eric asked. "We're almost home."

"Trevor, do you need a place to sleep?" Nick asked.

The boy did not answer. In the mirror Eric could see fear had returned to Trevor's eyes.

"I promise you we're not rapists or perverts," Nick said. "We won't molest you. If you need a place to rest and figure out what you're going to do we have an extra bed you can use. If not we'll take you wherever you want to go."

"I don't have no place to go," Trevor said slowly and softly.

Eric heard tears in his voice.

Then with a bit more grit, Trevor added, "How do I know you're telling the truth? How do I know you're not going to kick my ass when we stop?"

"We're wearing our wedding rings," Nick said.

He held his left hand up for Trevor to see. Eric held up his left hand when he felt Nick tap his shoulder.

"We both have the same kind of braided copper bracelet on our left arm," Nick told the skeptical boy.

"That don't mean nothing," Trevor said. "You guys got wives at home. The bracelets might mean you're in a club or something."

"Show him that picture of us on that log in the Rogue River," Eric told Nick.

Nick pulled a photo out of his wallet and handed it to the frightened boy. Trevor took the picture as Eric turned on the interior light. The young man looked at a photograph of Eric and Nick sitting together on a fallen log in the middle of a small river. They were shirtless and wearing cutoff jeans. Eric had his arm around Nick's naked shoulders and Nick's hand rested on Eric's strong bare thigh.

Trevor stared at the picture for a couple of minutes. Thoughtfully, he handed it back to Nick. Eric turned off the interior light.

"You guys are for real," he said in a surprised voice.

"Yeah, Trevor, we are," Nick answered. "We won't hurt you. If you want us to take you somewhere we will. If you don't have anywhere to go you can come to our house, take a shower, get some food, and sleep in a clean bed."

"I don't have no place to go," Trevor quietly said again.

Eric could hear the loneliness in the boy's voice. He could hear Trevor fighting the need to cry.

"How old are you?" Eric asked gently.

"Fourteen."

"Damn," Eric said to Nick. "You don't throw a fourteen-year-old kid out in the middle of October no matter what you think or believe."

Suddenly Trevor started to cry. Nick reached back and caressed his head.

"Hey, man," Nick said. "You're safe now."

"I'll sleep at your house," the boy answered through his tears.

Eric looked into the mirror and saw Trevor look at Nick with anxious wet eyes.

"But, please don't hurt me," Trevor pleaded.

Eric knew those words broke Nick's gentle heart.

"We promise," Nick said. "And please, don't you hurt us."

Eric glanced at Nick and saw a playful smile on his face. In the mirror he saw Trevor return the smile.

"I promise," Trevor answered.

Eric pulled into their driveway between their house and the neighbor's house. The brown autumn leaves on the tall, old oak trees standing in the yard shaded the streetlights. The night air was still and cold.

"Come on, Trevor," Nick said as he stepped out of the Lexus.