My Married Friend's Son

Raylan came first. I felt his body clench, spasm, and then collapse fully onto me. Trick came next, arching his back, crying "oh, fuck, oh fuck," and collapsing onto Raylan's back.

We moved to the shower. I loved the softness of Raylan's skin, so I washed him barehanded from head to toe. His dick was beautiful. Often, the big ones curve this way or that, shaped by the direction the bearer has to wear it to keep it contained and constrained. Raylan's did not. It hung straight down, was proportional, and had a nice, mushroom head.

As I washed Raylan's legs, I took George into my mouth. I loved the feeling of a guy hardening in my mouth. It was quickly more than I could hold. I stood up and stepped back to find Raylan and Trick locked in a deep kiss. When I was out of the way, they were chest to chest and I realized I had a live porn feed right in my shower. I leaned against the wall and watched the two college guys make out until Raylan lowered himself, took Trick in his mouth, and gave him a deep, intense blowjob. Trick maneuvered around so he was staring right at me while Raylan blew him. The muscles on Raylan's back rippled. I started stroking my dick as I watched. I came all over Raylan's back. I leaned in and kissed Trick as he came in Raylan's mouth.

After we had finishing cleaning each other up, dried, and dressed, we sat at the breakfast table having coffee. It seemed like the most natural thing. It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

*****

I was distracted all day at work. One, I could not wait to get home. Two, I wondered what the boys were up to while I was not home.

At about 11:30, Rob stuck his head in my office and asked me to lunch. I immediately bristled, wondering if he knew what was going on at my house.

He did not. Or, if he did, he was not letting on. Lunch was uneventful, although I was anxious the whole time.

As we ate, I realized I was in a quandary. I now had season tickets to Trick's home games, and Rob went to all of them. How was I going to explain my sudden interest in Mizzou baseball and my insistence on driving down separately?

*****

When I arrived home from work, Trick and Raylan were in the living room high and, of course, naked. I did not know whether to be peeved or pleased. On the one hand, I had missed out on whatever they had done all day. On the other hand, I was a 46 year old man coming home to two hot, nude college boys. Upon my realization of the other hand, I quickly decided to go with pleased.

I kissed Trick hello and then paused. Was I also to kiss Raylan hello? Would doing so signal he was on equal footing with Trick? Raylan solved my dilemma by getting up and heading into the kitchen. Trick raised one eyebrow at me, so I followed him. He was at the sink, so I slid my around him and kissed the back of his neck. He put his hand on mine. Trick had followed me, and he slid his arms around us both and asked "did you have a good day?"

"It was okay, almost certainly not as good as yours."

"Well, then we need to make sure you have a good night. I'm gonna handle dinner, and Ray-Ray is gonna handle dessert."

"What's for dinner?"

"My skills are limited, but I can definitely handle burgers."

"What's for dessert?"

"I told you before. Ray-Ray wants you to fuck him."

I was horny sandwiched between the two boys. "I'd like my dessert right now," I said as I undid my belt and the button and zipper on my trousers. Trick spit in his hand and reached around me, while Raylan smeared spit in his crack. I entered Raylan as he braced himself against the counter. Trick stepped back and watched me slowly fuck Raylan, my dress shirt and tie still up round my neck and my suit pants down around my ankles.

"This is so fucking hot," said Trick. "It's like live porn."

That is exactly what I had thought this morning.

Raylan gave great head, but it was nothing compared to the way he could work a dick with his ass.

Trick worked his own dick while I went at Raylan. As I started to crest, Raylan told me his legs were getting weak and he needed to lay down. I pulled out of him, and he laid on his back on the kitchen rug. I darted between his legs, re-entered him, and started pounding him again. As I started to move back toward orgasm, I felt Trick behind me, trying to work himself into me. When he did, I came, hard.

Quickly, I was on my back where Raylan had been, Trick was in me, and we were moving together in rhythm. Raylan moved behind Trick and tried to drive George home. Trick laid flat on me and stopped fucking me, yielding to Raylan's desire and opening to him. When Raylan was in as far as he could get, Trick resumed his work. I could see the pain and pleasure on Trick's face as he came.

Trick was now on his back where I had been, and Raylan was pushing his big, beautiful dick back into Trick. Trick arched his back and took deep breaths. Just as Trick offered that he didn't think he could take anymore, Raylan pushed all the way in. Trick gasped over and over as Raylan started to slide.

Just as Raylan was set to come, he pulled out of Trick, kneeled between his legs, and jacked George until he sprayed all over Trick's chest and stomach. He laid down a stunning amount, exhaled deeply, and then started licking himself out of Trick's chest and stomach hair. Apparently, Raylan loved to watch his slit open and spill and also loved the taste of himself.

Dessert was over. We were all spent. The kitchen shades were up, and I wondered if my neighbors to the west had seen the debaucherous, inter-racial train that had soiled my kitchen rug.

We ate nude and in silence. After dinner, we took a bottle of wine to the hot tub on the deck. Six months earlier, I'd have fretted over what the neighbors thought. Tonight, I didn't care.

Trick offered that Raylan and I should get to know each other better and headed into the house to "smoke a little weed and watch TV." As soon as the door closed, Raylan moved in front of me and started kissing me, gently at first and then more forcefully. Raylan knew how to kiss. His lips were thick but firm. His tongue was most but not wet. We made out like teenagers.

I moved my hands over his dark, muscled body and found his dick. Raylan pulled his mouth from mine, stood up, and gave me access to the length of his meat. I took what I could in my mouth and gripped Raylan's rippled ass, forcing him in and out of my throat as best I could. Raylan added his hand and jacked himself in rhythm with my aching mouth.

I felt Raylan's balls clench, dick open, and cum fill my mouth. I drank what I could while the rest ran out. It had the hint of sweetness to it, and I realized why Raylan liked it so much.

Raylan settled back into the water, returned his mouth to mine, and started jacking me. I came quickly, with Raylan's sweet tongue buried in my throat.

We slept that night (and for the rest of Raylan's stay) entangled in my bed. Sometimes, Raylan was in the middle. Sometimes, I was.

It took me a while to build up my courage, but I finally let Raylan take me. I have never felt so full in my life, but I opened until George was all the way in (Trick and I had pivoted a bit, and we started calling Raylan's monster "George"). Raylan fucked as good as he sucked. He delivered long, slow strokes that had me tingling from head to toe. He never sped up. When I felt George swell inside me, Raylan pulled out, jerked himself a few times, and coated my groin. When he had spent all he had, he lowered his mouth to my dick, sucking his cum off of it and then my cum out of it.

I had more sex in those two weeks than I could track. Still, I always ran out of gas before the boys did, and spent half the time watching their beautiful bodies spar and convulse with pleasure. As I did, I realized Trick had been wrong about their relationship. Raylan was in love with him, it seemed a lot like Trick loved him back as more than friends, and their sex appeared to be more than "just sex." It appeared as if they were making love.

I also realized I could easily fall in love with Raylan. He was hot, but he was also sweet. He was open and utterly without guile, which was extraordinary considering the road he had travelled to be where and who he was. If you turned back the clock of his life to his tenth birthday, you'd never have believed he was about to be a millionaire. Or, that he'd be the man he was.

I wondered if he would be MLB's first openly gay player. His fellow Tigers all knew, and none of them seemed to care. It reminded me of the shrugged shoulders the Tigers had when Michael Sam came out. They all knew, but not one of them cared, at least not publicly.

(Part Nine)

I was despondent when Trick (and Raylan) headed back to school. The house seemed empty without the boys, their banter, and the constant sex.

But, the silence allowed me to refocus on who I was and what I wanted. You can have guiding principles and values, but they evanesce when a kid with a chiseled body and a beautiful dick is in front of you suggesting you do other than what you would normally do. They disappear when there are two of them making those suggestions.

Before Trick left, he and I spent a day together, just the two of us. It was January, but the day was unseasonably mild, so we walked around Loose Park, talking.

I wanted to know who he was and what he wanted. He assured me he was a 21 year old man and he wanted to be in love. But, he also did not want to be constrained by the atavistic notions "adults" had about love and sex and what was or was not acceptable or moral or right. He was a drop of water on the sidewalk, meandering here and there and wherever the cracks and indentations of life took him.

I asked him if he wanted to be in a throuple with Raylan, and he said he wasn't sure, but he didn't think so. He knew Raylan would be leaving soon through the draft, and he wasn't sure he wanted either of us to get any more emotionally invested in him than we already were. But, he also knew that he wanted us to spend as much time with Raylan as we could before he headed off. He admitted he loved Raylan, and he insisted that Raylan deserved to be loved, to feel like he was part of an accepting and loving family.

I had planned to tell him I was not interested in sharing him with Raylan any more, and that I was too old and too hidebound to be in a 3-way relationship (especially when the other two would soon be headed back to the apartment they shared, 200+ miles from me). Trick's "confession," however, deterred me. I would not risk him. I would lose myself first.

I bought a car for Trick to take back to school. It wasn't much (a 3 year old Accord), but I wanted him to be able to return to me. And, selfishly, I did not want to be the only fish in the stream, always swimming toward him.

Once Raylan and Trick were gone, my mind immediately raced to what would happen between the two of them once they got back to CoMo. I was pretty sure I knew. They'd share the same bed. They'd fuck and suck and provide each other with extraordinary pleasure. Trick might be thinking of me as they did. Raylan would certainly be thinking of Trick.

*****

A week after Trick left, his father and I had to travel together to Omaha for work. Rob's assistant had made the arrangements, and I was surprised to see she had us sharing a room. After a long day of travel and work, Rob suggested we have a "final final" in our hotel bar. Three drinks later, I was vexed. Rob rarely drank, and my experience with him suggested he used alcohol as a sexual lubricant.

When we were back in the room for the night, Rob stripped naked and settled back on his bed. In and of itself, this meant little; Rob slept naked, which I had long known.

When he surfed to porn, I knew he had an agenda. After all, that was the setup for our first sexual encounter. I didn't know what to do, so I turned my back to him and pretended I wanted to go to sleep.

"Are you asleep?" he asked.

"Not yet."

"You want to blow me?"

"No," I lied. I did. No matter what else was before me, Rob was my best friend, I had invested years in seducing him, and I still pined for him.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Rob, I just don't think it's a good idea. We sealed that can. Selfishly, I am not sure we should open it again."

I could have said, "You fucked up. You let me go. You stayed with a woman who barely tolerates you. So be it, I'm with your son now, and it's awesome to be with someone who is not constrained by their small town, closed minded rearing." But, I decided to be passive. I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Rob was behind me, his hard-on pressing against me, and his right arm wrapped around me. It was almost 5, and Rob had apparently moved to my bed in the night.

Rob must have known I was awake. "I want you," he said.

I was angry that he took advantage of me being asleep, so I shot back, "You should want the wife you chose."

"I do, but she doesn't want me."

Rob moved his hand to my crotch. "Let me fuck you. For old time's sake."

"No!" I insisted.

Rob was undeterred and started to jerk my hardening dick.

"I said, 'No!'" I insisted.

Rob responded "I want so much" and pinned me to the bed, face down, his erection pressing into me. I feared he would not going to accept my "no" and was going to force himself on me. My entire body tensed, and I raged, "Rob, you need to get off of me, right now."

He relented. "Okay, okay," he said, rolling off me.

We got dressed and headed back to KC.

As we drove, Rob raised the elephant in the room. "I'm sorry about this morning. I wasn't going to force myself on you. But, I surprised you said 'no'."

"I thought we were done with that," I said.

"I did, too."

"So, what changed?"

"l'm not ready to be celibate, and I'm just not cut out for meaningless sex with someone I don't love."

"Why don't you get divorced?"

"I can't do that. Not with the kids still at home."

"Why don't you get her into therapy?"

"She won't go."

"Have you told her how important this aspect of your marriage is to you?"

"Repeatedly."

"And she doesn't care?" I asked.

"No. . . . I think we should go back to where we were."

"I can't do that," I insisted.

"Why not?"

"I'm in love with someone else."

"Who?"

I froze. If I said "your son," then it would definitely mean the end of the sexual temptation Rob still posed to me. But, it would also mean the end of our friendship.

"You don't know him," I said.

"I'd like to."

"You wouldn't."

"You're probably right. And, I know you deserve more than I can give, but I can give only what I can give. If you're open to it, I'd like to go back to where we were. I don't care if there's someone else."

"I do. And, I love the someone else. A lot."

"Okay, but I think you love me more than you love him," he said, hopefully.

"You think you know more than you do," I answered, directly.

We drove on in silence. Rob was wrong. I loved Trick more than I loved him. It was odd to admit that to myself, as it is odd to admit you love someone after six weeks more than you love someone after sixteen years. But, that's the way it was.

When we got to Rob's house, I met him at the trunk. He hugged me, and I hugged him back.

"Think about it," he said.

"Thank you," I said. "But, I'm going to try to be the person I should be, not the person I am." I didn't mean to, but I was obviously subtly judging him as I did.

Rob raised my face to his. I had no idea if anyone was looking at us through the window. He kissed my forehead, said "I love you," and turned toward his house. And his family.

I was torn as I drove to my house. I loved Trick, but there was so many obstacles, including the 200 miles between where he was and I was, the 25 years between his age and mine, Raylan, and his very open attitude toward sex. He neither expected nor wanted monogamy (although I doubted his openness extended to his father).

I also loved Rob, and he was only six blocks away. He was married, but only nominally. I could probably have him any time I wanted.

As I pulled into my garage, I received a text from Rob. "I'd like to come over later and talk some more."

It took me two hours to text him back. In those two hours, I typed every available response, but sent none of them. I invited him over. I slammed the door. I left wiggle room. Nothing seemed right.

Finally, I answered. "Be my friend. Leave me be." I got a quick "OK" in reply.

(Part Ten)

I went to see Trick and Raylan the following weekend. Immediately, I noticed that they seemed to be sharing the same room. Raylan's room was perfect, bed made and all clothes tucked away. Trick's room was a mess. It was late on Friday night, but I asked Trick to take a walk with me. He took my hand and held it as walked the Katy Trail.

"What would happen if I told you I wanted us to be exclusive and monogamous?" I asked.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because, that's who I am; I'm not imbued with the ethos of your generation."

"Honestly, I would say okay, and then I'd fuck around behind your back. I don't think monogamy is my thing. I'm just not a 'sex is a big deal' guy. I'm a 'sex is just sex' guy. I can share my body without sharing my heart."

"Would you even try?"

"Sure, but I know I wouldn't succeed. I think monogamy is an antiquated idea. It was started to control people and to prevent unwanted pregnancy. With birth control, there's no need for that control or that prevention."

"So, you don't care if I have sex with other people?"

"Not really, so long as it's just sex. You can share your body. Just not your heart. Your heart is mine."

"What about Raylan? Aren't you sharing your heart with him?"

"Yes, but not in the way I mean. Raylan's my bro, and he always will be. I love him, but I'm not in love with him. And, I never will be. I'd cut him out first."

"So, what about your dad?" I asked. "I love him, but I'm not in love with him. So, is he fair game?"

Trick did not respond at first. We walked on in silence, still holding hands. I could not tell if he was thinking or calming himself. Finally, he said, "Here's what I think about that. You may not be in love with him now, but you were once. If you can have sex with him without without falling back in love with him, then I guess I have no say in the matter. I'm not a hypocrite. I loathe hypocrisy. It's one of the world's ugliest traits. It seems like it would be weird to be fucking a father and his son, but I've never done it. If you can protect your heart and lure Russell into your bed, have at it. But, I don't want to hear about it. I don't even want to know about it."

"You know your dad calls his dick Russell?"

"Sure. He refers to it in the third person all the time."

"What do you call yours?" It seemed odd I didn't know.

"I usually call it Russ. You know, like 'little Russell.' But, with you, I haven't. It seemed weird, what with you knowing Russell and all."

We turned and headed back to the apartment. We meandered hand in hand. I wanted to tell Trick I did not want Raylan in our bed that night, but I did not want to come across as an older man than I already had.

I went to bed first. I was surprised when Trick came in and closed the door behind him. "Where's Raylan?" I asked.

"If it's all the same to you, I told him I wanted you to myself this weekend. He understands."

"I'd like that. A lot."

"Me, too," he said, settling into bed, and kissing me.

"And," he added, "I've thought about it some more. If you want to be monogamous, I'll try as hard as I can. I'll even cut Ray-Ray off. Especially if it means you won't be fucking my dad."

When he said it, the preposterousness of it all overwhelmed me. "I don't care about Raylan," I said. "And, I don't want your dad. I was just lawyering it, pressing the hypothetical."