Meet Trevor!

Vital Stats

Eyes: Brown
Hair: Shaved...:)
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 210 lbs
DOB: Augsust 18, 1976
Place of Birth: Las Vegas, Nevada

General Background:

I am one of the few true "Vegas Natives" in this city of immigrants! Born and raised here during the early booming growth days of this "city of sin", I've seen a lot of transformations in our desert city. Like most young guys during that time, I worked in a casino at first as a dealer, but the resort I worked at offered me a slot on the landscaping crew.  Tired of working in the timeless interior of a strip casino, I decided to give it a try to get outside for some fresh air and physical exercise.  I immediate LOVED this new job and started taking night courses in landscape design at the local college.  I worked my way up the ranks at my current place of employment to one of the lead landscape designers, and within 5 years, decided to strike out on my own and started my own landscape design company.  My speciality is designing low impact, low water use exterior designs using landscape elements native to the local desert ecosystem.  This has really caught on as it saves a lot of water, and I love my completed projects that combine sand, earth, stone and cactus to create beautiful home and business exterior spaces.

What I Look For In A Woman:

Being a "desert guy", I really enjoy a woman who is athletic, curious and resourceful.  Being able to hot wire a pickup truck and lay concrete foundation forms is also a big plus!



Hobbies:

The one hobby I have had all of my life is rock climbing.  This area has beautiful canyons and mountains right outside of Vegas, so at least once a month, I head out for a new location for the weekend to live in raw, untouched nature.  I did see that movie where the guy got his arm trapped, so taking that as a warning, never go by myself anymore (which, oddly, has expanded my dating venue possibilities!)

We took off in my beat up old pickup at dawn for the north ridge of Red Rock Canyon and got there to watch a fantastic sunrise coming over the mountains to the east. After unpacking our gear from the truck, we put on our climbing gear and headed up the sheer face.  After a hard climb, we reached the top and sat down for some much needed water.  But then, Cindy looked over at me and said "Um, Trevor.... Look down. Your truck is missing....".  And missing it was! Our pile of gear was right where we left it, but no truck to be seen!  So, we repelled down the cliff and went looking for my missing truck.  To make a long story short, it looks like i forgot to put the parking brake on and while we were climbing, it slipped out of park and rolled down the hill, and right over the edge into a shallow ravine!  We peered over the edge and it was pretty obvious that it was going to take some special equipment to haul it out.  And, here we were in the middle of nowhere on a Sunday.  By now it was noon and the heat was up to over 100 degrees, so rather than risk dying in the desert trying to hike out, we ducked into a small cave that we had spotted nearby.

As we went deeper into the cave, we could hear a very unusual sound around here: the sound of trickling water.  As we rounded a bend, what we saw took our breath away.  A small pool amidst beautiful stalactites and stalagmites.  I had heard that there were this little hidden gems around here, but this was the first either of us had ever come across.  So, taking advantage of the cool air and humidity, we laid out our little picnic lunch to wait out the mid day heat.

As anticipated, Cindy was dressed in some very short hiking shorts and a tank top and, in the glistening lighting in the cave, looked like a real feral goddess.  After eating, she asked me if I wanted to take a little dip in the pool.  Before I even had a chance to answer, her clothes were off and she was floating in the water, beckoning me to join her.  At this point, i was TOTALLY aroused and although I tried to be a little discreet about it, when I took off my pants to get into the pool, an erection of biblical proportions sprang forth before Cindy's eyes.  Without dropping a beat, she reached out and grabbed my throbbing cock and pulled me into the pool with her.  And after a passionate kiss, she mounted me with a gasp.  The sex we had could best be called primeval! So primeval, we repeated it three times within the next 2 hours.

At around 6pm or so, totally satiated, Cindy and I put our clothes back on and climbed up out of the cave to witness a glorious sunset. As we walked back up the hill to pick up our gear, an elderly Native American guy pulled up in his truck and asked if we needed a ride into the nearest town.  We happily tossed our gear into the back, and then got into the cab with him.  Just as he started to drive, he looked over at us and, with a wink, said "My sons towed your truck back into town this afternoon. Don't forget to put your parking brake on next time."