My Married Friend's Son

After we were clean, we made dinner together.

"How'd your parents take your absence?"

"They were pretty cool. They knew it was coming at some point. With all my travel for baseball, they're used to getting me in small spurts. But, dad is insisting on driving me back to CoMo the day after Christmas, no matter how many times I tell him I can have Raylan swing back through for me. So, I'll have to take the bus back."

"No way. I'll come get you."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Awesome. I'll make it worth your while."

We celebrated Christmas together the morning of Christmas Eve. For Christmas, Trick gave me season tickets to his MU baseball games, which was thoughtful. I gave him New Year's weekend in Austin, TX, my favorite place to visit.

I spent Christmas Day alone, trying to figure whether to tell Trick about his dad and, if so, then when. After a bottle of Malbec, I decided I needed to tell him. I also decided to do it before New Year's Eve. I was in love with Trick and, while I doubted we could actually survive long-term, I did not want to start the new year with a big secret threatening us.

My doubt about our long-term viability was not based on any weakness of feeling for him or any concerns about the strength of his feelings for me. I thought we were on strong footing on both fronts.

But, I was a realist. If Trick was gay, then he was a new gay. And, new gays, once they settle in and get comfortable with their new reality, often feel the need to break free, live fast and loose, and see what all there is out there for them. I had already done the math. I would be 50 when Trick was 25. I would be getting more settled as he got more unsettled. It was not a recipe for success.

But, I wanted to ride the wave until it crashed. And, I wanted the wave to be fueled by honesty. If I expected Trick to be honest with me, I could not be dishonest with him. Even by omission.

*****

Rob dropped Trick off in Columbia at 5 p.m. the day after Christmas (a Sunday). I trailed them by about an hour, so I showed up at the apartment at 6. I had a key, so there was no need for me to knock. When I went in to Trick's room, he was naked, on the bed, and covered in chocolate syrup and whipped cream. He was so pleased with himself, he could not help but laugh.

I quickly stripped and started licking the chocolate and whipped cream off of him, beginning at his feet. While I was licking his thighs, he slathered chocolate all over his dick and balls and then put a dollop of whipped cream on the tip of his dick. I swallowed the length of his shaft, sucking the chocolate and whipped cream off of him as I did. It was a sweet, sensual experience, and I decided I wanted Trick's cum to mix with the chocolate and whipped cream in my mouth. So, I set to serious work, playing with his balls, and then burying my finger in him. When I found his prostrate, Trick tensed, his balls clenched, and he gave me what he had. I kept sucking, getting as much chocolate and whipped cream as I could.

When I had drained him, he pulled me by my shoulders onto him, covering my chest and stomach with the chocolate and whipped cream that was still on his. He flipped me off of him and started cleaning me of the sweetness.

When he was done, he flipped me back over, grabbed the syrup, and covered my dick with it. Then, he pulled my chocolate dick toward his face and started to blow me. He grabbed my ass and drove me deeper with each thrust. There was chocolate all over his face. Watching myself disappear into Trick's mouth was unbelievably hot. I tried to force myself in as deep as I could. As I did, Trick's eyes were locked on mine. When I was ready, he grabbed my ass and drove me as deep as he could into his mouth. I erupted, mixing with the chocolate that had to be trickling down his throat.

Trick would not let go. I was buried in his mouth, but he was trying to force me deeper.

I collapsed around his head, but he would not let me pull out. He swirled his tongue around me. Before I knew it, I was hard and coming again. When I was finished, I pulled out and fell backward, spent.

We laid there motionless, overwhelmed by the sexing and the raw emotion that accompanied it. I unbent my legs and moved them toward his shoulder. I turned my head, saw his athletic foot, and started to lick it. I loved his feet.

Trick hooked his feet under my shoulders and raised me up. I followed, moving toward him. He turned his back to me, and I hooked my right arm under him and my left arm around him. He pushed his ass back against me, and I buried my face in his mane.

I was just about asleep when Trick asked "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"

"I suspect a fraction of how much I love you."

"If so, then I am really loved."

"You are."

"So are you."

*****

As we drove back toward Kansas City the next morning, I decided it was time to bring Trick up to speed.

"I have something I need to tell you."

"Uh oh."

"Why uh oh?"

"No good conversation has ever started with 'I have something I need to tell you.'"

I paused. "You're probably right."

"It's probably time we hit a bump anyway. What is it?

"It's about your dad. I'm not sure how to say it. So, I'm just gonna say it. He and I used to fool around. A lot."

"Really?" Trick asked, drawing the word out to show both intrigue and surprise.

"Yep."

"I'm shocked. I thought my dad was the straightest person in the world. When?"

"A few years ago. It lasted a few years."

"A few years?" He asked, again drawing out the word years.

"Yep."

"Did he reciprocate?"

"He did."

"So, he like, sucked your dick?"

"He didn't 'like' suck it. He actually sucked it."

"And fucked you?"

"He did."

"Did he let you fuck him?"

"He did."

"Why did you stop?"

"I fell in love with him. I wanted more than he could give. He shut it down. He was right to do it."

"Is he gay?"

"No. I think he was in a tough spot. Your mom . . . . "

"What about her?"

"I don't want to talk about her."

"You have to. I need to understand how this happened. And what it means."

"Your mom is, well. . . . I am not sure their relationship is physical. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's not. It hasn't been for awhile. I was - am - your dad's best friend. We had a very strong emotional connection. Like all best friends, we loved each other. And, I was relentless. He got drunk one night, and I kind of took advantage of an opportunity. Once we crossed the line, it was easy to keep crossing it. But, I pressed too hard, your dad pulled back, and it was all done."

We drove in silence for about 30 miles. The silence concerned me, but I thought Trick may need it to digest what I had told him.

Trick broke the silence. "I can't believe I'm in love with my dad's old lover. I can't believe my dad had a male lover. Why'd you tell me?"

"Secrets have a way of coming out. And, I did not want you to hear from anyone other than me. . . . You okay?"

"I'm not sure. It's a lot to chew on. I mean, I would never in a million years have imagined my dad having sex with another man. And, for it to be a man I'm having sex with seems, well, just incredibly fucking weird. I know I'm not a runner-up, but I kind of feel that way. I mean, I'm pretty sure you'd be with my dad today if you could. You couldn't, so you're with me. I'm kinda conflicted by that. It's fucked up."

"I don't think it's a runner-up thing at all. If it is, then we're all runners-up. Look, I'm 46. There have been a lot of you's before you, and I'd be with any of them today, and not with you, if things had worked out. But, they didn't work out, so here I am. With you. Where I want to be. Today."

"I need some more details."

"I'll tell you anything you want to know."

For the rest of the ride, Trick asked me questions about his dad, what we did together, what I would do if he knocked on my door late one night and pledged love for me, and what I'd do if he tried to have sex with me again down the line. It was an awkward conversation, but a good one.

"Do you think he'd ever had sex with another man?"

"No."

"Really?"

"I honestly don't."

"You think you're that special?"

"No. But, I think the planets lined up for me and your dad. I don't think there's any way he'd have sex with another man. None."

When we got back to Kansas City, Trick kept all of his clothes on. When we went to bed, there was no intimacy, much less sex.

I could feel Trick tossing and turning next to me. Finally, he sat up. "I need to tell you something."

"Uh oh."

"Yeah, uh oh. Maybe."

"What is it?"

"I lied to you. I have been practicing. With Ray-Ray."

Deep down, I had known it. Same-sex sex was an acquired skill, and you generally could not acquire it online. Plus, they had jacked each other off as I was driving to CoMo.

He continued on. "I didn't plan to. But, we live together, we're naked a lot, and he's hot as shit. Plus, I wanted to get better at it."

"'It' being 'all of it'?"

"Pretty much."

"Did you let him fuck you?"

"I did."

I winced. His answered stabbed me in the gut. I had been happy to be his first and only, and now that was gone.

"Are you in love with him?"

"I'm not. I love him. He's my best friend. But, I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with you."

"How do you know?"

"Sex with him is great. It really is. But, that's all it is. We get our rocks off. There's nothing more. It's like beating off, only it's a better nut. When it's over, he goes to his room, or I go to mine, and we separately go to sleep. I don't want to kiss him, fall asleep with him, or make love with him. It's just sex. It's good. But, sex with you is better. There's physical pleasure. But, there's also emotional pleasure. And psychological pleasure. I've got none of that with Ray-Ray. It's just physical."

"You have a very casual attitude toward sex."

"We all do. When my parents were growing up, their parents and teachers put a cloak of bullshit around sex that made it such a big deal mentally. We reject that bullshit. Sex can be just sex. There's no shame in a booty call. Just pleasure. And, it doesn't mean anything other than 'let's fuck.'"

"I just don't have that attitude. I wish I did, but I didn't grow up with it."

"I thought gay guys would be closer to that attitude."

"Some are. I grew up Catholic, so . . . ." I trailed off. To me, "I grew up Catholic" said all I needed to say. The Church taught us from an early age that sex was dirty, that our sexual organs were dirty, that anything related to sex was dirty, that thinking about sex was dirty, that talking about sex was dirty, that even using the word sex was dirty. I was 46. I still felt enormous guilt if I had a casual sexual encounter. I felt whorish.

I took the conversation a different direction. "Do you think Raylan's in love with you?"

"Nah. He's just a horndog livin' with a hot guy with a nice dick. We're friends who use each other for pleasure . . . and practice."

We sat in silence. Trick took my hand in his.

"Thank you for telling me," I said.

"Well, it seemed like a 'no secrets' kind of day."

"Please don't lie to me again."

"Well . . . . I'm not a full disclosure kind of guy. I think some things are best left unsaid. I'll answer if you ask. But, I'm not gonna become some 'diarrhea of the mouth' guy babbling here and there about everything I do and think. I'm going to do a lot of shit you don't want to know about, and I'm never going to volunteer that shit to you."

After I responded "seems reasonable," Trick and I settled back into our pillows. I felt him pull his shirt off and then his boxer briefs. He pulled me into him.

"I love you, Christopher."

"I love you, too, Patrick."

(Part Seven)

At breakfast the next morning, Trick announced that he could not get out of his head the image of me fucking his dad. I responded, "Well, I can't get out of my head the image of Raylan fucking you, so we're even."

"It hurt like hell," he said. As he did, he made an "Oh my God that hurts so bad I may split in two" face. "I mean, he's huge. It was like sitting on a traffic cone."

"I can't listen to this."

"He wants you to fuck him," he answered.

"What?"

"He wants you to fuck him."

"How do you know?"

"He told me. Actually, he told me he'd like to have a 3 way with the both of us."

"I've never had a 3 way."

"I have, but it was with two chicks who did not know each other. I watched them eat each other out, which was hot as shit. Then, I sexed them both."

As we cleaned up after breakfast, Trick offered "I'd be into it, by the way."

"Into what?"

"A 3 way. With Ray-Ray and you."

"Really?"

"Sure. I'm pretty much into anything, sexually."

I smiled at him, and he read my thoughts.

"Except that. I'm not having a 3 way with my dad."

We both burst out laughing.

"I'm not sure I would be. It's one thing to have the image of someone else fucking you in my head. It's another to watch it."

"He's not fucking me again. I'm not a sadist. I only let him that once because we were on E, and I thought it wouldn't hurt if I was riding a wave. It did. But, it'd be hot as shit to watch you fuck him. Or, better yet, to fuck you while you fuck him."

I got hard thinking about the possibility. I wasn't sure I'd be into it. But, I also wasn't sure I wouldn't be.

I also wondered what I had gotten myself into. Trick was mature beyond his years, but he also seemed wilder sexually than I had ever been. I decided to address it.

"You seem like you might be a sexual beast."

"I like sex. A lot. There is little I don't enjoy and little I wouldn't try. At least once. Like I said, to me, sex is sex. It can be more, but it doesn't have to be. It can also be like shaking hands."

I headed to work. When I got home, Trick was gone. He had written "running" on the chalkboard where I kept my grocery list.

I poured myself a glass of wine and headed to the screened in porch with a book. I drank and read and wondered about the kind of person I was; I had shared my day with Trick's dad and never once let on that I was involved with his son.

When Trick got home, he looked hot, both literally and figuratively. It was Winter, but he was soaked with sweat. And, his body glistened as he talked to me and stripped off his sweaty clothes.

I pigged out. I led him inside and, once we were concealed from prying eyes, I started licking the sweat off of him. I buried my face in his underarms and in his sweaty crotch.

"Let me get cleaned up," he said.

"I want you just like this" I said. I did. I tongued every part of him that my tongue would reach. He settled into the floor as I did. I saved the best for last, raising his ankles in my hands and burying my face in his ass. I devoured him. As I did, Trick said, "if you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to finger fuck myself."

I gave him what he craved. We were both covered in sweat when I finally came, driving myself into Trick as hard as I could. While I worked all I could into him, Trick grabbed himself, gave it a couple of jerks, and blew all over his chest and stomach hair. When I recovered, I leaned over and licked as much as I could out of his mat.

After dinner, I told Trick I thought we should invite Raylan to Kansas City after we returned from Austin. I was not yet sure we should invite him into our bed, but Raylan lived on the edge of poverty in Wichita, and I was feeling generous.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. But, don't suggest this is anything other than what it is . . . a chance to spend a few days in a nice home eating great food and drinking better wine."

"He'll love it."

We had an amazing time in Austin. At midnight on New Year's Eve, Trick kissed me in a bar, and toasted to "The start of our first full year together." He had far more confidence than I that all would work out. I saw different generations at different stages in different cities on different paths. He saw all the reasons we'd work. I saw all the reasons we wouldn't.

(Part Eight)

Raylan pulled in minutes behind us as we returned from Austin. He seemed both eager and anxious. I tried to put him at ease, showing him to his room and telling him to treat the house as his own. The boys would not return to Columbia for two weeks, so he was going to be with us a long time.

After dinner, we all moved to the screened porch (it was heated) with drinks. I asked Raylan to tell me a little about himself, and he talked for what seemed like hours, telling us what it was like growing up black and gay in rural Kansas, explaining baseball was his escape and refuge from bigotry and poverty, and his body - building it, especially - was his shield.

It was a fascinating to listen to him. His experience was so alien to me. He had to be the most mentally strong young man I'd ever come across.

As he talked, his face betrayed every emotion he felt. His eyebrows arched, his brow furrowed, his eyes danced.

Watching and listening, I realized he really was both extraordinary and stunning. If you were going to design a man, you'd base him on Raylan.

I also realized I was on the verge of a gay man's dream. I was 46 and in love and lust with a delicious athlete half my age who seemed to want me more than I wanted him. And, who seemed more than willing to share me with his stunning friend. As I finished my wine, I could not imagine passing up that opportunity.

Trick and I were sitting on the sofa, and Raylan was sitting across from us on a chair. He had gotten emotional as he talked, and Trick signaled him over. He settled between us on the sofa. Trick leaned into him, put his right hand to Raylans' left cheek, and kissed his right temple. Raylan folded his face into Trick's chin, closed his eyes, and tried to let peace settle over him.

"We should all go to bed," Trick suggested.

I blew out the candles, scooped up the glasses, and headed to the kitchen. Trick helped Raylan to his feet and headed up the stairs.

When I got upstairs, Raylan and Trick had stripped to their underwear and were spooning on our bed. I undressed and slid in behind Trick. I reached around him and put my hands on Raylan's side. His skin was smooth and soft.

Trick entwined his hand in mine. We all fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Raylan was on his back. His hands were behind his head, and his body was in full view. He was like The David. As he took deep, slow breaths, his muscled chest rose and fell. His dick was hard and to the right, and his white bikini briefs barely held it.

Trick's back was still to me. His head was in Raylan's left armpit, his hand was on Raylan's stomach, and his twitching showed he was having a dream. I kissed the back of Trick's head, slid my hand down the front of his underwear, and took hold of him. Trick responded by pressing his ass back into me, turning into me, and kissing me.

Raylan got up, circled the bed, and slid in behind me. I was on my back. While Trick and I kissed, Raylan licked my clavicle, under my arm, and down my side. He freed my dick and swallowed it whole, expertly and quickly working me to a frenzy. I had never gotten head while making out before, and I was on sensory overload. I came quickly and felt Raylan swallow it as he continued to work me.

As Raylan licked and kissed his way up my body, Trick moved the opposite direction. I spread my legs as Raylan lowered himself onto me and his groin to mine. I could feel his big, black bat through his briefs.

Raylan kissed me with his full, supple lips. As we made out, he started grinding his groin into mine, moaning and panting. Trick lowered his briefs and started fucking him from behind.

I grabbed Raylan's head and kissed him as deeply as I could. His dick rubbing against mine got me hard again, and I started grinding back against him in the same rhythm. I could feel Trick speeding up as Raylan pushed himself back and into him.