“Where are you from?” I asked.

“Alabama.” He muttered under his breath, almost like he was embarrassed.

Devon

Devon was Luther and Mary Smith’s twelfth child. His mother was nearly forty-eight years old when she found out she was pregnant with him. Mary already had over a dozen grandchildren and several additional ones in the making. In the big scheme of things, it didn’t matter–a child was a child, and Mary Smith did her part to raise him.

Devon’s father was Pastor Luther, and that’s what Devon called him. Pastor Luther preached at Praise the Lord Baptist Church in a small town on the outskirts of Montgomery. He was a generational Pastor. For over a hundred fifty years, a Pastor Luther, from great, great grandfather down to Luther III, who was waiting in the wings to take over for their father when he passed on, preached at the small Church, sermonizing the name of God and bringing help to the less fortunate. The Smiths were a consummate, devout, and clannish family. Being a Southern Baptist wasn’t a way of life for them. It was who they were.

There was no need for fancy college educations. The Smiths were simple people who did what the generations before them did. They farmed the land they proudly owned free and clear. They sold their goods off the main road at their roadside stand, from fresh eggs to vegetables and even the occasional fresh-caught catfish when there was a successful day at the fishing hole. The taxes were paid, a healthy portion was donated to feed the less fortunate, and a few dollars were in the tin jar in Mama Smith’s kitchen cabinet for a rainy day.

Devon was the first child to want more. He didn’t want to live the same mundane existence everyone else in his family lived. He wanted more out of life. He wasn’t like his siblings. He was smart, smarter than anyone that had ever been born in the Smith family. He was a straight ‘A’ student, was Captain of the Field in Los Angeles, he was just like thousands of other people fighting to earn a buck and get any job they could get. In the end, he settled for catalog work. The pay was per job, with one or two jobs a week.

On his first job, he met one of the other models, Trevor, whom Devon affectionately called Trev – something no one else did. Trev lived in a small Craftsman-style house in West Hollywood with his fiancée, Em. Two years earlier, Trev and Em had arrived from Cheyenne, Wyoming, with stars in their eyes and the hopes that Trev could find fame and fortune in Hollywood. Instead, they found thousands of people like him wanting the same thing.

Trev and Em had just lost their roommate of the past year, and after meeting Devon, they didn’t hesitate to invite him to move in with them. It was a no-brainer for Devon. Since his arrival in LA, he had been living in a weekly, extended-stay hotel that was more expensive than Trev was offering for the rent on his place.

Devon moved into their house a few days after meeting them. Their friendship was instantaneous, and soon, LA didn’t feel so big, cold, and ominous. It took no time for each of them to contribute to their living arrangements. Em was the consistent breadwinner, working as an administrative assistant in a law office a short bus ride from the house. Trev had a car, which was essential in Los Angeles. Devon kept the house neat and orderly and did most of the cooking.

The part-time modeling work covered Devon’s monthly rent and kept him fed. There was barely any money for anything else. Devon’s portion of the rent gave Trev and Emily some much-needed breathing room and afforded Trev more acting classes, which he’d learned was the key to getting possible extra studio work.

The two men complemented each other with their good looks. With his dark, perfect, chocolate-colored skin and handsome face, Devon looked great against Trev’s blonde hair and blue eyes. Trev never bulked at taking Devon to a shoot when they weren’t booked together. It was to his advantage to be on sight at a shoot, just in case something came up and they needed another man, which, fortunately for him, happened often. When modeling jobs were plentiful, Devon always added a few extra bucks to cover a tank or two of gas. He never wanted anyone to think he was tunalı escort taking advantage of them.

Devon was the perfect roommate. Not only was he quiet, but he also had no vices. He held strict to his Southern Baptist roots and didn’t drink, smoke, or do drugs. He never complained about anything, especially Trev and Em’s shameless sexual antics.

Sex was the one thing Devon hadn’t dared to address. He was as virginal as the day he was born, except for an active imagination. Devon came from a life where men and women didn’t have sex until they were married.

Devon’s biggest problem was that as much as he felt obligated to be with a woman, he couldn’t stop thinking about men. Something he was never able to comprehend. He wasn’t so naïve he didn’t know about bisexuality or homosexuality. It was just something that never fit into his world. Well, that was until the morning he woke up after having a wet dream about a man. It boiled down to the fact that Devon was born into a strict and controlling world of religious dogmatists, and for the longest time, he believed that if he even had a wayward thought about men, God would smite him.

In the modeling world, gay men were a given. The ‘twinks,’ as Trev called them, continually hit on them, and they always respectfully turned them down. Trev and Devon were in the minority as straight models, which garnered them more placements than others.

Em had gone home for a week to visit family and attend a friend’s wedding. Trev had three days of work lined up and couldn’t pass up the money. Trev was pushing thirty years old and soon would be too old for popular catalog work. He had to make his money as long as he could.

Trev didn’t like sleeping alone, and whenever Em wasn’t home, he always crawled into Devon’s bed or asked Devon to sleep with him. Devon never thought about it; he shared a bed with his older brothers for years and had roommates in college. The first morning Em was gone, Devon woke up to find Trev lying on his side, staring at him.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, confused by Trev watching him sleep.

“You are quite beautiful,” Trev said.

“Thanks…” Devon said hesitantly. More questions popped into Devon’s head, but he was willing to wait to see where this was going.

“I don’t know any other way to say this, so I’ll just say it. I’m attracted to you, Devon.” Trev blurted out.

The fact that Devon didn’t jump out of bed and run from the room encouraged Trev. Instead, Devon rolled on his side, propped his head up with his hand, and looked at Trev oddly. “But I thought you always turned those guys down because you were with Emily.” It was half statement, half question.

“Yeah, well, I don’t like sissy men. I prefer men like you, solid masculine men. Em knows I’m bisexual. She’s a pussy lover herself. We don’t believe in restricting ourselves.”

Devon didn’t know what to think or how to react. He had no basis for Trev’s words.

“You will have to excuse my naivety. Are you hitting on me?” The minute the words fell out of his mouth, Devon knew how stupid it sounded, but he needed guidance.

Knowing he needed to tread carefully, Trev didn’t make fun of him.

“I’m a fish out of water regarding things like this. If you want something, you are going to have to tell me. I’ve never been with anyone, male or female, and don’t know too much…well, you know…about these things…”

“Have you ever thought of being with a man before?” Trev asked. He wanted to reach out and touch Devon so badly, but he refrained until he was sure Devon felt the same way.

Devon nodded that he did.

Given the green light, Trev leaned into Devon and kissed him softly. Devon was hesitant to the first kiss, but at Trev’s insistence, he opened his mouth and followed Trev’s lead. It stirred things in him that had never stirred that way before.

“When you thought about being with a man, did you think about a man making love to you or you making love to a man?” Trev asked between kisses.

“I think both. But you need to know something: I’m not like other men…”

Trev ran the back of his hand softly down Devon’s face and smiled. Devon was so good-looking that sometimes it tunceli escort took Trev’s breath away. “We all think less of ourselves. Maybe it would put your mind at ease if we undressed. Then you can see me and know you are like everyone else.”

“Sure, but I’m telling you…” Devon almost burst out laughing. Although this first-time experience should have ignited every nerve in him, Devon was oddly calm and relaxed. Devon knew for years that he was built differently – from the first time he saw men in the locker room in high school. Devon more than lived up to the stereotypical ‘black men are built’ dogma.

Devon was naked under the covers and lifted them back while Trev shed the shorts he’d worn to bed. Trev stared deeply into Devon’s eyes. Breaking the glance, he let his eyes continue down Devon’s perfect body. A moment later, his mouth fell open. It took close to a full minute before he could say anything, and the only thing he could chuck out was, why are you doing catalog work? You could be a porn star.

Trev reached out and touched Devon’s cock sending chills throughout his body. Devon had masturbated for years, but Trev’s touch felt so much different than his own.

“Tell me everything.” Trev breathed heavily, “Do you cum a lot? Can you cum more than once? What do you think about when you masturbate? I want to know everything.” His hand was stroking lightly up and down Devon’s dark shaft.

“If you keep doing that, you will find the answer to your first question very soon.” He arched his back, giving Trev a better angle to his cock. Trev tried, unsuccessfully, to wrap his hand around the girth but found he couldn’t, sparking a deeper desire within him. He’d always dreamed of being filled to the max and knew Devon was the man he’d been searching for.

“I’m going to know when you are ready, and I’m going to suck every drop of your sweet juices and keep sucking you until you get hard again.”

Devon let out a deep moan and grabbed Trev, pulling his mouth back to his. He liked the kisses. It only took another moment before Trev pulled his mouth away from Devon’s and moved to his cock. Devon’s entire body was shaking, and the moment he felt Trev’s hot mouth lick over his cockhead, he exploded, giving him every drop of his precious juices. When his orgasm subsided, Trev lifted his head and let Devon see the overflow of cum dripping from the corners of his mouth and down his chin. He swallowed what was left in his mouth and licked his tongue over his lips but let Devon lick the rest off his face.

“Shall I make you cum now?” Devon asked when Trev laid down next to him again.

“I want that very much, but more than that, I want to make love to you. I have been dreaming of thrusting my cock in and out of your beautiful ass since the moment we met.”

“Will it hurt?”

“I promise to be very gentle, and I’m nowhere near as big as you are, but the first time might be a little uncomfortable. The first time I had a cock in my ass, I felt overwhelmed. It felt good, and I liked it, but being so full was almost too much to bear. I know when you push that beautiful cock of yours in me, I will relive that day over again.”

Devon looked at Trev with a shocked expression. “Won’t it be too painful? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“If you go slowly and carefully, you won’t. I love being filled. It’s a primal urge for me. Trust me, once you feel the tightness of a warm lubed ass wrapped around your cock you are going to want to fuck everything you see.”

Trev was running his hands over Devon’s solid body. He was the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen. The bonus of such a massive cock was just icing on the cake.

“What I want you to do right now is roll over. I will get some lube and open you up.” When he returned to the room, Devon’s round, firm ass was the first thing that greeted him. Sheer perfection was the only word to describe what he saw. He walked up to the bed, bent over, and ran his tongue from one cheek to another and finally down the crack of his ass. Devon had never felt anything so oddly great in his life.

“I hate rushing through this, but I want you so badly. I need to bury myself in you. After we exhaust ourselves the first time, I promise turgutlu escort we will slow down and take the time to enjoy each other. I can’t wait to lick every millimeter of your sexy, hot body.”

Devon was quiet, absorbing everything that was happening. Trev asked him to reach back and spread his ass cheeks while he prepared his ass. Trev pressed his finger gently to Devon’s tight hole.

“Just relax,” Trev cooed. With his free hand, he rubbed Devon’s back to help. “Take a deep breath. When you release it, concentrate on relaxing your sphincter.”

Devon did as Trev told him and was rewarded when Trev’s fingertip slipped into him. He let out a soft, appreciative moan, giving Trev the go-ahead. Trev took his time and eventually worked two fingers into Devon. If Devon was overwhelmed, he didn’t show it. It appeared to be the exact opposite. Once Devon’s ass acclimated to Trev’s fingers, Devon began pushing his ass against Trev’s hand, wanting more.

“Your ass is ready, are you?” Trev asked.

“Yes, only; please be gentle,” Devon said nervously.

“I promise.” Slowly Trev removed his fingers, and while Devon was still open, he slid just the head of his cock into Devon’s ass. He held still, letting Devon adjust to him before pushing further. “You feel so fucking good, just as I imagined you would.”

There was no pain, and Devon’s fears quickly subsided. He loved every second of the new and exciting sensations he was feeling. Even in his wildest fantasies, he never imagined a cock in his ass could feel so good. He wanted to shout to the heavens and beg for more, and just as he wished for more, Trev pushed further into him. Devon understood Trev’s feeling of being overwhelmed for the first time. He was that and more. His cock sprang to life and was harder than he could ever remember it to be. The urge to cum, to shoot another load of his hot, sweet, creamy cum, momentarily distracted him, but Devon wanted to hold off. Somehow, he knew the best was yet to come.

It only took one more push before Trev was deep in Devon’s ass, his thighs pressed tightly against the back of Devon’s legs. He held himself still for a long moment, savoring the tightness of Devon’s ass and gathering his wits to hold off his desire to shoot. He leaned forward and kissed Devon’s shoulder, licking his tongue across his back.

“We are now lovers,” Trev moaned. He pulled back a little but almost as quickly pushed back into him. “My lover, my beautiful, sexy lover…”

“Yes,” Devon moaned, tightening his ass around Trev’s cock. “Make love to me, lover, please.”

“Always.” Trev started slowly stroking his cock in and out of Devon. Each stroke garnered animalistic groans from both of them.

“I can’t hold off any longer,” Devon groaned and grabbed his cock and stroked it one last time, shooting an unending pulsing stream of thick cum.

“Fuckkkkkkkk,” Trev screamed the moment Devon’s ass clamped down around his cock. He could feel every pulse of Devon’s orgasm, inciting his cock to erupt, matching Devon’s pulse for pulse. With his last ounce of strength, he thrust his cock two more times into Devon’s open ass and fell against him.

Minutes ticked by. Devon was spooned into Trev. Trev’s body finally stopped shaking. His breathing evened out, and Devon thought he had fallen asleep, but a moment later, he snuggled tighter to Devon and started kissing the back of his neck. Devon turned into his arms and kissed him deeply.

“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever been with.” Trev sighed. “If I didn’t love Em so much, I could almost give her up for you.” He smiled and flattened his chest against Devon’s. “So, what did you think of your first man-sex?”

“I want more,” Devon said unabashedly. He thrust his still-hard cock against Trev’s leg. “I like feeling cum in my ass. It makes me feel so sexy and dirty at the same time. I always want to have cum in my ass.” He grabbed Trev and kissed him hard on the lips. “I want you to cum in my ass again, and again, and again…”

“Oh, I can see you will be a handful.”

“You opened the door, and I came in. You only have yourself to blame.”

“True, but I need to take a wicked piss and get some water. Then we’ll pick up where we left off.”

An hour later, Trev was on his back, his legs high in the air, with Devon between his legs. Devon repeated exactly what Trev had done to him and was slowly pushing his cock into Trev’s ass. He couldn’t believe the exquisite feeling of the slickness of the lube and the tightness of Trev’s ass as he snaked deeper into him.