This is my first story to have a slight fantasy twist. Parts of the story came from real life, but I have not yet mastered time travel. So, it could all be a dream.
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Time Tripping
"Okay... let me get this straight..." Rob was looking at me like I was crazy, but at least he was giving me the benefit of the doubt. "You have been dreaming that you go back and relive moments in your life?"
"No... not exactly. I mean... I know it sounds crazy, but I don't think I'm dreaming it." Okay, it did sound crazy, but I was being serious. "I think it is actually happening... I go back in time... and I relive that moment... until I get it right."
"So, like Groundhogs Day?"
"No..." I started to correct. "Well, sort of. It's different than that though."
Rob was my father-in-law, and we had never spent any real time together. He lived halfway across the country, and we saw him less than once a year. He didn't know me very well and always seemed a little suspicious of me. Katie and I had always had some issues, fighting over nothing, and he picked up on that on the rare holidays when we would all be together.
He had moved to the Midwest, where his sister lived, when he split up with my mother-in-law. She had basically kicked him out and, as I understand it, they used to fight a lot worse than Katie and I. Apparently, even after breaking up, they still argued all the time, so to keep the peace he put some distance between them. At least until she recently passed away. Now he was moving closer so he could spend some time with our family.
My wife was excited. She really loved her dad, but the way Sue had talked about Rob, I got the impression that he a real mean streak. The rare occasions when we got together, he was always cordial, but it always felt like he was watching to see if I would confirm whatever bias he had against me. I had very little interest in spending any time with him, but he needed help loading the moving truck and driving back to Seattle, where we lived, and I was the only one who could get free to do it. The road trip would take about three days, and it would be the first time we had ever been alone together for more than ten minutes.
"What makes you so sure you're not dreaming? Because it sounds like you're dreaming."
I nodded. "I know. I even assumed that it had to be a dream, at first... but after a while I started to notice that there were changes, subtle ones, when I would come back to the present."
"A butterfly effect?"
"Exactly," I agreed. "Only it was nothing major. It didn't create world peace or cause the apocalypse. Just small changes in how Katie and I were getting along, and a... general change in how content we were. Like I was fixing something that had been bothering me and affecting her."
"So, it got better?"
"It got better," I answered.
"Alright. You've got my attention," he said, sitting on one of two inflatable mattresses, with his back against the wall. The only things left in the apartment, other than the half rack of Heineken, Rob's beer of choice.
I grabbed a beer and took my spot on my own mattress. ---------------------- The first time it happened I went back to junior year of high school. It was a couple years before I met Katie.
I didn't have any close friends at that time, but I would sometimes hang out with guys from class. Gary was an Asian kid from my social studies and PE classes. He was smart as a whip and also a really solid athlete. We got along right from the start.
We would talk about movies and TV shows we liked, but he was really into astronomy, which I thought was kind of stupid, but he would get into it and it was fun going along for the ride.
He had a book on sun signs that he used to build personality profiles for kids we knew, just based on their date of birth, and he would share them with me. I always found the profiles kind of vague, and the stuff they said had seemed like it could apply to almost anyone but it was still fun.
Then he let me know that he had done on himself, and he started reading it. It had a lot of the same chatter, like 'a people person' and 'optimistic outlook', but it also included a couple new twists that struck me as more specific than the others.
"According to my profile," Gary said, "I have an independent streak... and a willingness to try new things... especially sexual..."
He kind of paused there, like he wanted that to sink in. I apparently missed the clue he was giving and heard what I wanted.
"Having sex at all would be a new thing," I joked. "We just need to find some willing girls."
"Yeah, I suppose," he answered, sounding a little annoyed. But then he brightened again. "Do you want me to do a profile for you?"
I shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"
For the next half hour Gary was hunched over his book, taking notes. While he did that I had a Coke, took a pee, and started but didn't finish a crossword.
"Got it," he grunted, finally looking up.
"Okay," I answered, rejoining him and taking a seat a the table. "Tell me my fortune."
"It's not fortune telling," he barked, clearly insulted. "It tells you who you are... and what you like."
"Don't I already know what I like?" I laughed.
"Maybe, but maybe not," he said cryptically. "So, do you want to hear it?"
"I'm sorry. I'm just kidding around. Go ahead and tell me."
For the next five minutes Gary spouted off the same vague attributes I was pretty sure I heard in every other profile, but then, like when he read his profile, it suddenly got more specific, and weird.
"It says, sort of like mine did, that you are willing to try new things."
"Uh huh."
"So, do I also have an independent streak?"
Gary paused before answering. "Not exactly... but yours specifically says you might be inclined to try homosexuality..."
He stopped talking because I almost did a spit take with my Coke. I was girl crazy at the time, so I couldn't even imagine doing anything gay. So, laughing my ass off, I told him that.
I couldn't read the expression on his face. I couldn't tell if he was mad or disappointed. I assumed he just didn't like that I always made fun of astronomy, but it was clear that the party was over. Gary packed up his book and his notes and left.
I actually felt bad that I'd hurt his feelings, and I planned to say something about that, but Gary seemed like he was avoiding me, and next thing I knew he was gone. I found out from some other kids that Gary's parents had put him in Catholic school. They didn't have any details but it sounded like Gary did something they didn't like and they found out. ---------------------- "So that's what happened the first time you... time traveled
"That's what happened when it actually happened," I corrected. Then, seeing that he was confused, "The first time I went back to that time happened about a year ago. I figured I was just dreaming. Super vivid dreaming, but still dreaming. So, it went a lot like it had back when I was in high school. I think I made some jokes about people with my sun sign living in a parallel universe or something like that. That just made him mad, so I actually just played my part and acted like I did originally, except without all the jokes... I didn't even laugh about the homosexuality part. The fact was I had matured since that happened, and it didn't catch me by surprise. Instead, I just told him that it was interesting, but that I didn't take this stuff serious. Then it ended the same way, with his getting pissy and leaving. The next thing I remembered, I was waking up in bed, back in what was my real time."
Rob took a swig of beer and grunted, which I was learning was how he expressed annoyance.
"Still sounds like a dream to me. Especially if it ends with you waking up."
"I totally get it, I do," I agreed. "I still thought I was dreaming when it happened the second time."
"The same day? Same incident?"
"Yeah," I confirmed. "I even asked Gary to pinch my arm to see if it would wake me up."
"What happened?"
"It hurt." I laughed. "But it didn't wake me. So, we went through the whole profile reading but when he got to the 'inclined to try homosexuality' part it raised a question."
"What was that?"
"I asked him if he made that part up and he admitted that he had."
"Why?" Rob questioned. "Why would he do that?"
"I didn't know at the time, but realizing he did that kind of pissed me off, and I told him I didn't like being made fun of, and then I kicked him out."
"And?" Rob was clearly getting into the story.
"I woke up in bed... in my real time."
"Did you still think it was a dream?"
"Yes... and no..." I waffled. "It never felt like a dream. It always felt too real. And... it was hitting a little close to home for me."
"What do you mean?" Rob questioned and then stood. "You want another beer?"
"Yeah. Beer me," I answered. He handed it to me and sat back down with one of his own. "I wasn't just mad that he had lied to me. Back then I was still pretty one dimensional. I could silently support gay rights, but I could never see myself that way. That didn't change until I got older and more self-confident."
"How do you mean?" Rob was leaning forward slightly.
I took a sip. "Not long after Katie and I got married, I started... having fantasies."
Rob looked like he was getting ready to be mad, so I tried to deescalate it as fast as I could.
"I love Katie," I told him, "and we have a really good sex life."
"Then what were your... fantasies?"
I took a deep breath.
"Over the years I got more curious. Stuff had happened in my life, friendships, relationships at work... where I realized I could have done stuff... with guys... But I wasn't looking for it. I was still pretty uptight and I never would have had the nerve to try anything. I'm married, I have kids... and those incidents were all in the past. Or... not."
I couldn't tell for sure if Rob was still steamed but at least he had sat back against the wall again.
"Okay... so then what happened next?" ---------------------- It was my third time going back to that same day. I didn't know if I was dreaming or not. I just knew I couldn't keep doing it over and over again. So, I didn't even let Gary get as far as reading his own profile.
"I need to ask you a question." I said.
"Um... okay."
"Do you want to have sex with me?"
"Oh! Hey!" He stuttered. "What makes you think..."
I held up my palms to quiet him.
"You can tell me to fuck off, if you want to." I told him. "But, I get the impression you want to have sex with me and... I may be willing to try it."
I had caught Gary completely off guard, but not so much that he wasn't able to recover.
"Are you being serious?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I've been thinking about it and I guess I'm willing to try it out."
"Yes! I mean... sure. We can try something. You know? See what it's like."
"That's what I'm thinking," I agreed. "What would you like to do?"
"Oh... um... you won't want to do that," he mumbled. "We can maybe... trade hand jobs or... whatever."
"No. Tell me what you want. I might surprise you."
I was already sure I knew what it was he wanted. As I got ore curious about gay sex, I started to fantasize about one thing. The one thing I couldn't have with Katie. I never intended to try it but... this was a dream. If you're going to get ass fucked, it seems like dreamtime is a good place to try that out. So I asked.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
"Would you let me fuck you?" He asked, almost jumping out of his skin he was so wound up.
"Sure. You betcha. Why not?" I didn't actually say it that way, but that was the gist of it. ---------------------- "Why'd you stop?"
I realized I had paused in telling the story. I was debating whether it would be okay to tell more.
"I can skip the details if you want," I offered Rob.
"You can't keep me hanging," he laughed. "It's just now getting good.
If he was game, so was I.
"Okay. You asked for it." ---------------------- It was really clumsy, like you'd expect when a couple virgins have sex for the first time. I got some Crisco from the kitchen, and I asked him to let me lube his cock. He had a really nice cock, and I liked holding it as I coated it with the shortening. I think he almost came just from that.
I know he tried to be gentle going in, mostly from not knowing what would happen, and I was the one who pushed back, finally making the rubbery knob slip past a very reluctant ring of muscle. I had to pull off of him immediately, feeling a sharp pain from the entry, but when the pain eased just as quickly, I pushed back again. A bit more slowly this time.
It's important to remember that I was actually a much older version of me, reliving a time in my teenage past. So, even though I had no experience with it, I knew enough about gay sex to know that I could get through it without dying. I just needed to be smarter about it.
This time, Gary's cock eased into me and I kept going until he was buried in my guts.
"Oh my god..." Gary groaned.
"Oh yeah..." I agreed, also acknowledging that I was no longer feeling the pain. In fact, this was now the exact opposite of pain. Every time his shaft moved inside me I shivered with pleasure. It was so much better than I ever imagined.
Gary was still too scared to move, so I told him it was okay, and he finally started sliding in and out with some purpose, until the high school athlete kicked in and he was jack hammering my hole into submission. That was wild but I wasn't complaining. Even then I realized that this seemed to be something I had needed to happen.
When he came, he came hard. I had already beat him to punch, cumming about halfway through, and my orgasm was also pretty epic.
The whole thing was over in less than ten minutes, but it was hugely satisfying. So much so, I made him stay inside me until his cock finally softened and slipped out on its own.
"Thank you," Gary said.
"You too," I answered sincerely.
Feeling totally relaxed, I closed my eyes, and the next thing I remember, I was waking up in the present. ---------------------- "That's a hell of a dream."
"Yeah," I grudgingly agreed. "Except I noticed that the latest pissing match I'd had with Katie apparently never happened. It's not like everything was hearts and roses, but we had been arguing about something really stupid and Katie was always the one to hold a grudge about it. Only, she was acting like we had never argued."
"So, that's when you decided you were time traveling?"
I shook my head. "I still wasn't sure what was going on."
"Well, it's an interesting story, real or not."
"You're not mad?" I asked.
Rob paused like he was considering how to answer.
"I'm not mad. It's not like you went out and cheated on Katie." He clearly still assumed it had just been a dream. "We all have fantasies... and it's not like I don't have my own demons from my past. None of us are perfect."
"I'll have to get you to tell me about those," I proposed.
"Not likely, but we'll see." Then he got back on topic. "So, was that the end of it?"
"Not even close," I told him.
"Well, the TV is already packed up so you might as well keep going." ---------------------- The year Katie and I got engaged, you know, we moved in together. It was nice but we were both quick to snipe at each other. I always felt bad about it when it happened, but we were both really young and easy to trigger. what made it worse, I was always thinking I was missing out on something. For a while I wondered if I wanted to see other girls, but the thought of that never really took hold. When we would get like that, we usually just needed some separation to get our bearings and eventually we'd make up and it would be great again.
I had some friends from my work, and when I needed time away from home, I would usually hang out with them. Specifically, this one guy. Mike was a goofball. Weird and a little crazy, but a lot of fun to hang with. I remember that every other time I'd stop by his apartment, his van motor would be sitting on his dining table. He had a VW van and back then one guy could carry the motor from the car to the kitchen without breaking their back. His only hobby was rebuilding that motor, and he would do it at least once a month, just because he could.
What the two of us had most in common was a love of music, and Mike's folks were always sending him spending money that he would blow on beer and rock albums. This one time I stopped by, noticing it was an 'engine on the table' day. He had just bought the Pink Floyd - Dark side of the Moon album, and we were going to listen to the whole thing.
We listened while we sucked down rum and Cokes, but the whole time, Mike was being Mike. He kept saying shit like, 'This is the kind of music you should listen to naked.' And 'This shit is almost as good as sex. the only thing that would be better is having sex while you listen to it!'
I just laughed and made myself another drink, and by the time we finished the album, I was plastered.
"I gotta head home," I told him and got in my car, because back then the responsible thing to do when you are drunk is to drive a car across town. I actually got home without incident... or almost. I had to stop about halfway home, open the door, and ralph all over the curb. When I did get home I went straight to bed and I was sick as a dog the whole next day.
That week, at work, Mike informed me that he was quitting because he had been accepted for a college transfer to ASU, and he asked if I would help him load the van on the weekend and I told him I would.
When I got there I was glad to see that the motor was in the van and not on the table. Mike immediately offered me a beer, which I accepted, however I insisted that I could only have one, since I had learned a valuable lesson the previous weekend. So, between loading boxes, I drank my beer, and then another, but I did manage to stop myself at three. Mostly because Mike didn't have that much stuff, and we finished loading quickly.
All packed up, Mike closed up the apartment and started up the van. As expected, it purred. But before he drove away, he shut off the van and waved me over as he rolled down the window.
"I wanted to let you know something."
"Sure, what?"
"I wanted to tell you a long time ago but... I liked hanging with you and I was afraid I would fuck that up."
"So mysterious!" I laughed, but then I saw that he was being serious.
"I recently figured out that... I'm probably gay." I started to chuckle again, thinking this was vintage Mike, but I stopped short. "I mean, I think I always knew, but... I just recently accepted it."
"Oh... wow... You're being serious. I..."
"It's cool. I knew it would be kind of weird."
"No... I mean, yes... it surprises me, but... I think I would have been cool with it."
"Really?" He asked. "It's why I'm going to Arizona. You know... fresh start and all that. Maybe I should have said something. Who knows. Maybe we could have had some fun."
"Slow down, fella!" I laughed. "This boy don't swing that way."
"No?" He also laughed. "Probably not."
Then, just out of curiosity, I asked, "So... what kind of fun were you hoping for?"
He looked me straight in the eyes. "Oh... if you would have let me, I would have pounded your cherry ass right into the ground." for some reason, even though at that time I still hadn't even had my experience with Gary, what he said really shook me.
"I can see I went too far," Mike said. "Don't worry. Your pretty little ass is safe."
"Yeah..." I muttered. "I can guarantee, that's never going to happen."
He nodded. "Your loss... Well, I got to motor," and he started up the van and kicked up some gravel pulling away. ---------------------- "So, you didn't have sex with him?"
"That was the original event. He told me he was gay, that he wished he had fucked my ass, and he drove away never to be seen again.
Then I saw as it dawned on Rob. "You went back!"
"I went back." ---------------------- After the last time trip, I was still assuming that, if it happened again, I would go back to high school. I was even sort of looking forward to it... after what happened. I had a better idea of how the sex should go and I figured I could make it even better, for both of us.
But instead, I found myself sitting in Mike's apartment, between a Volkswagen engine and Mike, who was flipping over the album cover, to make sure I got a good look at the 'fucking awesome artwork!'
It took me a minute to even get my bearings. I had gotten used to popping up at my old house, with Gary reading me astrological profiles. I had to think for a bit before I was sure this was the rum and Coke fiasco. But then Mike handed me my drink and he put the record on, and it all flashed back in a rush.
It was right around The Great Gig In the Sky. I had polished off one drink, but I was nursing the second, remembering the unpleasant round-trip meal ticket I had the first time. That's when Mike said, "This shit is almost as good as sex. the only thing that would be better is having sex while you listen to it!"
This time I didn't laugh. Instead, I thought for a second. Then I said, "I bet you got that right... Let me ask you a question..."
"Ask away."
"Would you like to fuck me?"
Mike kind of jumped, bumping a knee against the turntable, luckily knocking the needle clear of the record and not scratching it.
"Say what?" He stumbled. "Did you..."
"Yeah," I answered. "I asked if you wanted to fuck me."
"Quit kidding around with shit like that," he grunted at me and then laughed. "Next time you ask I might take you up on it."
"So here's the next time... Do you want to fuck me? Because... I want you to."
Mike was now dead serious. "You don't mean it."
I nodded. "Yes I do."
Still seeing how puzzled he was, I tried to explain it.
"I just... I've had a feeling lately that... maybe you liked me. You know, beyond just listening to music and hanging out. And... so I asked."
"Okay, but... you asked if I wanted to fuck you. Why that. Why'd you pick that?"
I shrugged. "That's... what I want. So, I took a chance."
"Fuck," he sighed. "Have you ever done it before?"
"No... well... sort of. I mean... It's hard to explain."
"But I can fuck you?"
"If you want to."
"God! You're killing me. You're serious?" Then he apparently decided to stop questioning his good luck. "Yeah... I do... want to. I have for a long time."
"Well flip that record over and strip. We can fuck while we listen."
I swear it took him longer to reset the record player than it did to get buck naked. And then there was my buddy, standing in front of me like he was posing, with a really hard pecker looking for a place to go.
"Do you have any lube?" I asked as I was pulling off clothing.
He looked at me like I was stupid. "Dude! All I do is work on the van and jack off. Of course I have lube."
He opened the drawer on a side table and pulled out an industrial size jar of Vaseline.
"Shit! How much do you jack off?"
"Don't ask... Are we really doing this?"
"Hell yeah," I confirmed. "How do you want me?"
"If it wouldn't be too weird for you, I'd like to lie on top of you with you flat on the floor." Then seeing no argument from me, he added, "I kind of have this fantasy where..."
"You're pounding my cherry ass into the ground?"
That startled him. "Um... I was going to say... I could stretch out on top of you and take it slow, but... I think I like your idea better."
"Either way is good for me," I told him.
I stretched out on the floor and Mike climbed between my legs. I looked over my shoulder and watch him slicking his prick with Vaseline. Another really nice cock. Then, as he nested the head against my pucker, he said, "I can't believe we're doing this."
"Believe it."
The spongy tip pressed against me and slowly began to ease me open. "I'm moving next week... moving to Phoenix."
It's okay," I explained, as the knob popped through and the shaft began to slide deeper." "We'll always have Paris..."
"We'll what?"
"Never mind." I chuckled. "I'm just saying... enjoy the moment. Don't worry about tomorrow."
"Yeah... You're right."
With that settled, Mike actually started fucking my ass into the ground. I at least had some idea what to expect, but this was so much different than it had been with Gary. For one thing, Gary had been scared that he was hurting me the whole time, and Mike was apparently fearless. I am certain he would have let up if I had asked him to, but I didn't, so he didn't.
My entire body had tensed up as my frontside was pressed flat against the floor and the wiry hard body of my friend was stretched out flat across my backside. With the exception of his hips, which were lifting and dropping, making his cock push in and out of my ass while I stayed pinned to the floor. With every thrust he seemed to push a bit deeper, his groin pressed firmly against my hole, confirming that I had taken every single inch of him inside me. He fucked me like I was a rag doll.
"You like that dick? You like getting your ass destroyed like this, don't you?"
Despite the confidence he showed, I could tell he was seriously asking if I wanted this to keep happening.
"Fuck yes," I agreed. "I needed this, man... You have no idea."
"Fuck yeah!" His voice was strained as his thrusts get even deeper and harder. His fingers dug into my shoulders as he fucked me.
My moans kept getting louder as I could feel his cock finding new territory with each thrust.
"This is so fucking perfect.... I'm so close... you're going to make me cum," Mike moaned as his thrusts came even faster. His grip on my shoulders got tighter and he used the leverage to pound my ass into submission. "I'm going to fill your ass up... gonna cum... Are you ready for it?"
"Yeah! Cum inside me!" I moaned.
His thrusts became erratic and then began to slow, as his body started to shake violently, and then I felt his sticky load pouring into me. He fucked a bit more as his cock spit out the last of his load. then he finally came to a stop, laying on top of me like a blanket. His cock stayed inside me and it took a while before I felt it slowly starting to get soft. His weight stayed on me a little longer before he grudgingly pulled his cock completely free.
I slowly rolled to my back, my body aching pleasantly from the pounding I received, and I could feel a trickle of his cum leaking from my well worn and battered ass. I also felt a cool rush as my exposed front revealed the milky mess I had made while he fucked me.
Mike sat up and smiled as he looked down at me.
"That was fucking amazing!" he said.
"Yeah, it definitely was," I agreed.
"You know... maybe I... should..."
I shook my head. "No. Go to Phoenix. Get smarter. Fuck some new ass. This was our time, and we had it."
"Yeah," he nodded, "but it was fucking amazing. But... now I gotta pee... and the records done."
As he stood up, I could hear the needle shifting back to the start. I thought to myself, well, maybe now I can actually listen to it, and I closed my eyes. ---------------------- "And... then what?" Rob was fully upright, clearly engrossed in the story.
"And then I woke up."
We both were startled when the doorbell suddenly rang.
"I ordered some pizza," Rob explained as he headed for the door.
"That's good," I stated. "I am starved. "Time traveling takes a lot out of me."
We spent the next twenty minutes or so pounding down pizza and washing that down with beer. Then, after we settled down from our impromptu supper, Rob got the ball rolling again.
"So, were things better at home... when you came back from the past?"
"Have I got you believing it now?"
"Fuck no," he clarified. "But I'm willing to play along."
"Fair enough. And yes, it was better. Nothing that would poke you in the eye, but Katie was less defensive than usual or at least less than she was before. I think part of that was because I was less... tense? Stressed? I don't know what it was, but it's as if the experiences with Gary and Mike had satisfied something I needed, at least partly... and I was happier."
"Did it happen again?" He asked. "Please tell me it happened again. This is the most entertainment I've had in years."
"It did happen again," I agreed, "but not with Mike. Apparently I had adequately solved that moment in time."
"Well don't stop talking. We've still got time to kill." ---------------------- Just a reminder that all of these... original events... happened before I started time traveling. So, any of the benefit I got from those trips don't apply until I go back. I still had no actual experience with men. Katie and I were just as dysfunctional as ever. We still loved each other, and we never ever considered breaking up... but it wasn't always fun, and we still needed the occasional time apart.
We had been married about two years, and we didn't have kids yet. I was still early twenties and working with a couple of my brothers on construction jobs. The pay was hit and miss, but I got to set my own hours. So, whenever Katie and I were fighting I would put in extra time. You could set your clock by my brothers. They would show up at seven in the morning and be long gone by four in the afternoon. On the other hand, I would sometimes work until well after dark, especially if things were rough at home.
We weren't supposed to work alone, but there was a second crew that usually showed up late in the morning and worked late, so I was okay as long as I could work around them.
These two were an odd pair. There was a clear alpha/beta thing here. Taylor was the one in charge and he was at least a few years older than me. Dean looked like he still belonged in high school, and he just followed Dean's lead. All of that made more sense when I happened to come back to the job site one night to get something I forgot.
It was getting really late, but I could hear some noise coming from one of the buildings. We recently had some equipment stolen, so I was sensitive to that and decided I better check it out.
I didn't find any thieves. Instead, what I found was Taylor and Dean, bare naked, and fucking on a pile of tarps. Luckily, I saw them before they had a chance to see me, and I watched for a minute, mostly in shock over what I was seeing, and then backed out quietly.
By this time, I was getting a bit more open-minded about gays, but I still couldn't imagine myself doing something like that. That doesn't mean I didn't react to it. I had a couple very troubled nights, trying to sleep, while picturing those two going at it. The fact that it gave me a hardon, just pissed me off.
It was a couple days later that my brothers and I heard a ruckus and saw on older couple in a yelling match with Taylor and Dean. We kept our distance, but we could tell that these had to be Dean's parents, and they were not happy. Eventually, it looked like the impasse had broken and we watched as Dean gathered up his things and left with his folks.
My brothers were mostly annoyed that they had been interrupted and went right back to work, but I watched as Taylor threw some shit around and cursed a bit before heading off to talk to the general contractor. I was back working with my brothers when the GM and Taylor both walked up.
"I don't know if you guys heard," the GM said, "but Taylor lost his partner."
My younger brother said, "Yeah. We saw it happen."
"He can't work solo, so I need someone to team up with him... or I need to let him go."
My older brother could be kind of an asshole at time, and his response was, "I don't know why that's our problem."
Well, there's three of you. I was wondering is one of you might consider partnering with Taylor until he can find another worker." I was still unnerved by what I had seen, and how I had reacted to it. So, I immediately said no, and then my brothers agreed, saying they wouldn't adjust their schedules to fit Taylor's.
So, he was let go and told not to come back until he had someone qualified to work with him. I overheard him tell the GM that he was already planning to head to Spokane because there were a lot of new construction jobs over there.
At least I didn't have to feel sorry for him, even if he did have to leave sooner than he planned.
My brothers and I spent another week on that job, and when it was finished I managed to get a factory job with regular hours and steady pay. And life went on.
But... then I found myself hauling an extension cord to the area where me and my brothers were working, and I heard people yelling in the distance. I immediately realized where and when I was. This was the day when Dean's parents took him home, and Taylor was laid off.
My brothers watched the whole show again, and went back to work after Dean was gone. I went back with them, but I also knew what was coming.
Taylor and the GM showed up and explained the situation. Only, this time when they asked if one of us could work with Taylor, I immediately said, "I'll do it."
Both of my brothers looked at me like I was crazy. They even took me aside and asked if I was sure of what I was doing.
"That dude is weird," one of them said.
"I heard one of the vendors say he might be a faggot."
"Maybe you're the faggots," I accused. "Maybe you're just afraid he might turn you gay."
They were still coughing and spitting and swearing that they could never be turned gay while I gathered up my gear and joined Taylor.
"I really appreciate this," Taylor told me as we started working.
"No problem," I told him. "I'm sure you'll make it up to me somehow."
Taylor was good at his job, and we made some real progress, which meant it was going to be a good paycheck. We also worked late, and by the time we finished up, my brothers were long gone, and the sun was going down.
While we packed away the gear, he told me again how grateful he was. Then he went on to explain that he had met Dean on another job, and he had just assumed he was over eighteen.
"If I had known he was a minor I never would have brought him on the job. I know they don't let minors work here."
"Would you have still fucked him?"
Taylor almost dropped his circular saw but managed to get it as far as the stow box.
"How did you know about that?"
I shrugged. "I forgot something one night and came back for it. Heard some noise... and found you two. I didn't stick around."
"But you also didn't report us."
"No. Even... back then I would have kept your secret." I realized I had spoken past tense.
"Back then? What do you mean?"
"Sorry, just a slip of the tongue." I said to cover my blunder. "But... I do have a question for you..."
"Sure."
"Would you like to fuck me?"
Taylor smiled. "I would fuck you in a heartbeat. I like to watch you work. You have a nice body."
"Can we do it now?"
"Are you in a hurry?"
I chuckled. "I could be. It's hard to explain. But if we're going to do it, we should do it now."
"You get no argument from me."
"Let's find somewhere more private."
Being part of the crew meant we had keys to padlocked sections of the building, so we headed up to the attic space of the main building. It was unfinished and there wasn't even a roof yet. So, we had this huge open space, with a view of the stars.
"How experienced are you?" Taylor asked.
I laughed. "That is a really hard question to answer."
"I mean... it doesn't really matter to me, but... I just want to make sure you can handle it."
"Ahah... Thank you for the consideration, but unless your hung like a horse, I think I can make it work."
"How about hung like a pony?"
"Are you serious?"
"Not really," he admitted, chuckling, "but I am bigger than average."
"Well... I figure if that kid could handle it, I can too."
"I hope so, but just so you know... that kid was experienced long before I met him."
"Then I'll give it the old college try."
"You never went to college," he laughed. "Nobody who works this job went to college."
"Whatever," I admitted. "I took some classes. That counts."
It was exciting to strip down in the cooling night air. The only light came from the full moon, but it was enough to give us a clear look at each other.
Taylor wasn't lying when he said he was bigger than average, but it wasn't big enough to scare me off. Mostly it made me curious.
"Oh shit!"
"What?" he asked.
"I forgot to bring something for lube."
"Hngh," he grunted. "Luckily your here with a professional." He reached into his knapsack and pulled out a tube of KY. "I was a boy scout. I'm always prepared."
"Boy Scout?" I grunted, doubtfully.
"Where do you think I got started fucking dudes?"
There were rolls of insulation and several rigid foam panels that Taylor and I used to create a reasonable facsimile of a bed. I was on my back and Taylor was on top of me. He had one of my legs resting on his shoulder, and the other wrapped around his waist as he centered on my ass hole and started pushing inside.
My brain was now a seasoned expert, but this body was still virgin back there. I had to convince myself to relax enough for him to enter me with minimal pain and effort.
"Damn you're tight," Taylor marveled.
"I'm what you'd call a pseudo-virgin," I said, "but don't ask me to explain that. Just fuck me."
Taylor hovered above me, his big dick easing in and out of my ass. The unexpected tightness made him cautious, and he was taking it slow to make sure I didn't get hurt.
"Is it okay?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," I said. "Keep going... you can go harder..."
As he moved in and out of me, his dick was stretching my ass wide. He had taken his time earlier, slowly working it in to stretch me out, and while I felt stretched to the max, it still felt fucking amazing.
Taylor started to pick up the pace. He was starting to thrust harder. His cock would push all the way into me until his balls were pressed against my cheeks, then he'd pull back until it almost came out. The head of his cock would catch on my hole, and he'd have to push through it again.
It was like sweet torture, equal parts terrifying and euphoric. Each time I had been fucked had been different. Different men, different cocks, and totally different circumstances, but each time was also like a first time. No matter how many times I time travelled, my body was still doing this for the first time, each time.
Taylor's breathing was getting heavier, and his thrusts were getting harder. His dick was slamming into me. My own breath came in gasps as Taylor's cock slammed into me again and again. It was almost overwhelming.
His pace faltered and I suspected that he must be close. "Cum for me," I whispered in his ear.
He groaned, fucking into me one last time. I felt him swell and then his cum shot into me. He held that position as he filled me with his seed. He stayed like that even after, catching his breath, his cock staying in my ass while we both recovered.
I wanted to feel him and reached down, first having to pass my fingers through the thick puddle of scum I had deposited on my stomach. Cumming while getting fucked was no longer a surprise. It was to be expected. And when I reached his cock, I almost shot again. Feeling that point where we were connected, my fingers traced his massive girth and tested the stretch of my sphincter. As tight as it was, some of his cum was already leaking out of me.
He started to pull back, but I grabbed him and held him fast. "Not yet," I gasped.
"Okay," he agreed. "I'm in no hurry."
"Thanks."
"You were amazing! Thank you for that."
"It was incredible... I loved it."
Taylor let me enjoy the feeling of being filled by his cock, but eventually he softened, and we both started to feel the chill of the night air. So, he slowly pulled free and used some shop towels to wipe up some of the mess.
"It's getting late," he said. "What are you going to tell your wife?"
I laughed out loud. "You might not believe this, but I'm doing this for her as much as for me."
"Hey, more power to you."
I took a long deep breath and closed my eyes. ---------------------- "Fuck!" Rob sighed. "How do you come up with this stuff?"
"What? Do you still think I'm making it up?"
He shook his head. "I don't know what to think."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! Don't you dare." He warned, but then he offered some incentive. "You know how I said I had some of my own stuff in my past... It's not as colorful as yours... but I had a friend in college... before I met Katie's mom... and college is where you try shit. So, I did. I even liked it, but I didn't take it seriously... and when I met Sue, I stopped thinking about it."
"But now?"
"But... now I've got all your... graphic stories... stuck in my head... and I'm starting to wonder what it would have been like if I had kept doing... that other stuff. So, there. Now you know."
"Well thank you for trusting me with that."
"At this point, I feel like you earned it," he explained. "So, are there more stories... more time travel?"
"There are," I confirmed. "I told you I had several close calls. Every one of those ended up being a time trip. But... we can save most of them for another time. I think I'll just tell you about the last one."
"Okay. This should be good."
"Yeah," I agreed. "I think so."
Rob settled back in his spot against the wall and this time I was the one who leaned into the story. ---------------------- "The first time we did this, was about a week before I started to time travel."
"Wait... What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled.
I flew out here, we packed up your shit, and we took turns driving the truck back to Seattle, We hardly even spoke to each other the whole time. I didn't tell you about the time travel because, well... it hadn't happened yet. And you definitely didn't tell me about you and your friend in college, but that explained a lot."
"What does that mean?"
"Just that, Katie thought you seemed sad, and... she mentioned that her mom had once called you a pervert because she found some magazines..."
"Shit! I didn't know Katie knew anything about that."
"She didn't care. She just worried about you."
"So, you're saying that all that happened before?"
"It happened once before, for me but not for you."
"So... what happened?"
"We got you moved to Seattle and... you didn't like me at all. You saw how miserable Katie would get sometimes and, rightly, you blamed me for that.
"But the time trips started shortly after that, and each time I made one there were these small changes, and it wasn't just me and Katie. It included you and me. After each trip, we started to get along better. Part of it had to be because Katie was happier, but it also seemed like we just liked each other better. We even became pretty good friends."
"Hold up..." I could practically smell the gears grinding. "You're saying that all this happened before?"
"Not the story telling, but yes. This is the second time I've helped you move."
"I don't understand..."
"I think maybe you do."
I could see the light slowly turn on in his head, and then I saw the swell of his hardening cock under the shorts he was wearing.
"Can I ask you a question?"