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My Married Friend

By: DavidPatrick



Chapter One

Rob returned to our firm in 1998, 2 years after I had started. I say "returned" because Rob had previously been with us, but left in 1994 to be part of a small plaintiff's firm. When that firm disintegrated, Rob returned "home." I had heard about him, but I had never met him.

I was introduced to Rob in the hallway on his first day back. 6 foot 4 and 200 pounds, he was a 36 year old man who had been a tight end in college. Balding and married, he was not traditionally attractive. But, he had sparkly eyes, a bright smile, thick legs, and an easy style. And, I soon knew he was the kindest man I had ever met. He was the kind of man who made you feel better about yourself simply by deeming you worthy of his friendship.

I was quickly smitten. 

Unfortunately, Rob was as straight as straight could be. He was a religious conservative. He had a little girl. He had a little boy on the way. And, he was from Missouri's bootheel, which viewed gays as cultural terrorists.

Despite our differences (I was an atheist, a liberal, and gay), Rob and I bonded over sports and became fast friends. I soon started calling him "brother," as I viewed him as the brother I always wanted but never had. We shared a love of the Cardinals, Mizzou's Tigers, and each other. We spent countless work hours talking. And, we played softball together every Tuesday night and golf together most Saturday mornings. 

It did not take long for me to realize I wanted to seduce him. When I picked him up for golf, I often held his hand as we drove to the course. I do not think Rob liked it. But, he tolerated it, often with a chuckle.

At my urging, we had recurring "I get to blow you" bets. In almost all of them, it was "if I win, I get to blow you." Again, Rob tolerated me, often with a chuckle. 

When I would win one of the bets, I would immediately raise the issue of collecting. Rob dismissed me with a "yeah, right" or "whatever." I kept track of how many blow jobs I "owed" him. It built to a good number.

Rob knew what I wanted, and he fed my desire. Figuratively, not literally. He pretended, but then balked, notwithstanding his sexless marriage (Rob had been married 10 years, but his wife hated his dick and hated fucking him, so he was left to jerk his dick in the morning as he showered, a fact he readily shared with me).

We had a firm retreat in September, 2011, not long after 09/11. Rob and I were driving down a day early to play golf with friends from our St. Louis office. On the way, we were stopping for the night at his Uncle's lake cabin. As we drove down, I offered to pay off some of my debt that night at the cabin. Rob said nothing.

We left late, so we got to the cabin well after dark. After unloading the car, we settled onto the couch to watch highlights of the Cardinals' game. Out of the blue, Rob asked "did you bring any porn?" When I responded "no," Rob replied only "okay."

We watched ESPN quietly for awhile. Then, Rob announced he was going to bed. As he walked toward the bedroom, he pulled off his T-shirt and his boxers, leaving me a full view of his naked ass. Rob had told me he slept naked, but I did not expect him to do it here, with me in the bed next to him. I certainly did not expect the ass exhibition. I soon went to bathroom and jacked off to the vision of his muscled back and naked ass. Both were great, still firm and ripped from his football days.

As we drove the next morning to our retreat location, Rob offered "if you are going to seduce me, you are going to need porn to do it." I responded "I thought your striptease last night was your attempt at a seduction." When Rob chuckled and replied, "maybe it was," the words hung in the air, neither of us claiming them. We drove on in silence, as I wondered what was going on. 

Rob and I were at the same table for dinner that night. Rob was not a teetotaler, but I had never seen him drink more than one or two beers. That night, he drank many more. By the time dessert was over, Rob was a little drunk.

As we walked out, Rob asked if I wanted to go to his room to watch highlights of the Cardinals game. I was idiotic, but not an idiot. I immediately agreed. We grabbed four beers apiece and headed back to his room.

In Rob's room, he reclined on one bed, and I reclined on the other. When the ESPN highlights had fully run their course for the second time, Rob silently grabbed the remote and started surfing. To my surprise, he settled on a porn channel.

"Do you mind?"

"No, not at all." 

As we watched a man fuck a woman on a bus, Rob asked "does this do anything for you?" I responded that straight porn was fine with me, as it showed a lot of dick. I then told him that I found what we were watching to be incredibly arousing.

Rob responded "Me, too. In fact, I am uncomfortable."

My mouth was dry as shit. I wanted to ask why, but I could not muster those three letters. Finally, I eked out "Because you are aroused, or because you are watching porn with me?"

"Probably a little bit of both." 

"Feel free to do something about the former."

"I think I will." With that, Rob unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis, freeing his hard dick a little.

I was vexed. I wanted to act, but the prospect of action terrified me. I did not know what to do. So, I did nothing.

Rob filled the void, reaching into his khakis and grabbing his dick with his right hand. Slowly, he stared to rub himself through his boxer briefs.

I took a long swig of my Budweiser as I watched Rob rub his bulge. Finally, I mustered the courage to ask "You want me to help you with that?"

Rob did not respond immediately. After a moment, he said "I am not sure that's such a good idea."

I tried to allay his concerns. "If you are worried I will think this will mean more than it does, don't be. I know the lay of the land."

Rob did not say anything in response. But, I took the fact that he was still rubbing his bulge as at least the hint of a possibility. Then, he offered "I appreciate that, but I still don't think it's such a good idea." After a long pause, he added "But, I also am having a hard time passing it up."

With that, Rob stood up and let his khakis fall to the floor. Then, he pulled his boxer briefs down to his ankles and stopped out of them. Finally, he pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him naked and hard in front of me.

His dick was perfect. It stuck straight out. It was thick and long and had a perfect bell-shaped head. It seems odd to say, but I thought it was beautiful. His bush could stand some attention, but his dick was awesome.

My mouth was still bone dry as Rob sat back down on his bed, his back against the headboard, his hard dick standing up and leaning to the left. It was clearly my move. I took another big swig of my Budweiser, stood up, and moved to his bed. He moved his left foot to the floor, freeing the space between his legs. I sat down in front of him, looked him over, and asked "What do you want me to do?"

"I am not sure."

"Can I kiss you?"

"I don't think so."

"Can I lick your nipples?"

Softly, "I think so."

With that, I lowered my lips to the left nipple of Rob's hairy chest. I flicked it with my tongue before taking it into my mouth. Rob twitched. I sucked and licked as I held onto his sides. Rob twitched some more. I moved to his right nipple, sucking it harder than I had sucked the left. Rob moaned.

As I sucked Rob's right nipple, I moved my left hand to his crotch, lightly tickling his side as I did. I then lightly tickled his thighs and balls. As I did, Rob raised his legs, exposing his taint. I gently tickled and rubbed Rob's taint. Rob moaned again and then pushed my head toward his dick with his left hand.

I followed his lead, kissing and licking his hairy chest and stomach as I moved down his body. He moved his left leg back onto the bed, spread his legs wide, and bent his knees, raising them toward his chest. 

Before sucking him, I took another swig of my Budweiser to lubricate my dry mouth. Then, I lowered myself onto Rob's thick, 7+ inch dick until my face was buried in his unkempt bush. Experienced, I swallowed him whole, then I waited for him to force me to move.

It was not long before Rob drew backward, pulling part of his dick out of my mouth. I immediately plunged back down. Rob gasped as I again swallowed his whole dick.

I started to suck him, adding my left hand to his thick shaft as an extension of my mouth. Before long, Rob was rising to meet my mouth in perfect rhythm. 

Unexpectedly fulfilling a fantasy, I want to make this last as long as I could. But, I could not slow myself down. I sucked harder and faster.

I could tell Rob was about to nut. As he got closer, I moved my right hand from his balls toward his asshole. As I circled his anus with my right forefinger, he did not resist. So, I moved my finger to my mouth, soaked it, and slid it into Rob's hairy asshole as I continued to suck his dick.

Rob bucked and moaned as I finger fucked him. As soon as I found his prostate, I heard a ragged "oh God, I am going to come, I am going to come" as his orgasm started, and he unloaded a huge load into my throat. His cum was strong. His load was so big I could not get it all down. Some spilled out. I licked what I could off his dick and then took the whole thing back into my mouth.

I did not want to let loose of Rob's dick, so I sucked it until he forced me to stop. At the same time, I pulled my finger out of his ass.

I pulled myself up. Rob sat up. Our faces were inches apart. I moved to kiss him. Despite his earlier protest, he moved to kiss me back. As our lips met, our mouths opened. Our tongues touched. I kissed Rob as deeply as I could. He kissed me back, just as deeply. I felt like I was floating.

Chapter Two

Rob broke the spell, "Do you want me to reciprocate?"

I was gobsmacked. Was Rob actually offering to suck my dick? Instinctively, I responded "you do not have to do that."

"I think I could."

"Totally not necessary."

"Don't you want to get off?"

"Yes, but I can take care of myself."

"Why don't you fuck me?"

"What?"

"I liked your finger in my ass. So, why don't you try fucking me."

I was totally unprepared for that, mentally and in other ways."I don't have a condom."

"I do. They're in the bathroom."

With that, Rob got up and walked to the bathroom. He returned with a condom and a tube of lube, which confirmed to me that tonight was not a spontaneous act.

I stood and stepped out of my pants. Rob handed me the condom and laid face down on the bed. I ripped open the condom, and I slipped it onto my dick. With the anticipation of fucking Rob, the act of slipping the condom on was almost enough to send me over the edge. I grabbed the tube, lubed my dick, and then reached down to lube Rob's asshole. Then I stopped myself. His football ass looked so good, I wanted to taste it. So, instead of lubing him, I said "spread your legs." He did, and I lowered my tongue to his hole. When I first licked him, Rob clenched. "What are you doing?"

"Eating your ass. Do you want me to stop?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

With that, I started eating in earnest. As I did, he pushed back against me. I opened his hole and lapped my tongue around the edges. He shuddered.

"Oh my God . . . Oh my God."

I slid my index finger back into Rob and worked it around, searching again for his prostate. When I found it, Rob let out a long, deep, gutteral moan.

I thought he was ready. Even if not, I was. I was about to burst.

"This will hurt at first. Let me know if I need to stop."

"Okay."

With that, I put my knees to Rob's thighs and pushed my dick at his asshole. I got nowhere.

"Take deep breaths. And, try to relax."

As my head pushed in, Rob tensed. "Stop for a second."

I massage his ass cheeks, lower back, and sides. He exhaled. 

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I think you can go a little deeper now."

It was not the nice thing to do, but I could not control my dick at this point. My head was the biggest part of my dick anyway, so I forced the rest of it in. Rob sucked in a big breath and grunted "stop."

"I'm sorry, Rob. You want me to pull out?"

"No, just hold it right there for a second. Don't move. I need to catch my breath."

I held perfectly still and looked down. Seeing my dick buried in Rob's ass was almost too much. I felt my balls clench.

"Please go slow. Let me get used to this."

I pulled back very slowly, paused, and then slid back just as slowly. As I kept my glacial pace up, I felt the tension in Rob's ass release. I sped up. Before long, I had my hands on his hips and was fucking him.

As I quickened my pace and felt my orgasm approaching, Rob told me to stop for a second. 

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, I want to turn over so I can watch as you come." 

I pulled out, and Rob flipped over onto his back. I repositioned myself between his legs. He raised his feet in the air, smiled at me, and I smiled back. I put my right hand on his right hip bone, and I used my left hand to guide my dick toward his hole. 

Rob inhaled sharply as I slid back into him. When I was all the way in, I lowered my face and sucked each of his nipples. As I did, Rob grabbed my ass and tried to tried force me deeper into him. 

"Fuck me."

I did. Quickly, we were in perfect rhythm, with Rob's ass meeting my thrusts. As I got closer, I started to sweat, as did Rob. Before long, we were both covered with it. When Rob dug his hands into my ass, I lowered my face to his and exploded inside the condom wrapped around my dick.

As I did, Rob announced "oh god, I'm close." Taking the cue, I pulled out of Rob and took his dick into my mouth again. Almost immediately, Rob unloaded. I gulped down each volley, devouring Rob's seed as he pumped his dick into my mouth. Full, I collapsed onto Rob's chest, exhausted. Rob wrapped his arms around me. After awhile, I raised my head to look at him. Rob smiled at me and pulled me to his mouth for another deep kiss. 

When we broke, I said "I thought you did not want me to kiss you."

"I just did a lot of things I did not think I wanted to do." 

"I'm spent."

"Me, too."

I stood up and started to dress.

"You can stay here tonight, if you want."

"You sure?"

"I am."

I pulled my boxers back off and climbed into bed. Rob turned off the light, and pulled me toward his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed the back of my neck. His chest was pressed against my back. His soft dick was pressed against my ass. Soon, we were fast asleep.

Chapter Three

I woke up thirsty as shit at just past 5. I was still pressed against Rob, with his arm draped over me. I slid out from under it, and went to the bathroom for water. When I returned, Rob was on his back, and his soft dick lay on his thigh. There is very little I like more than feeling a guy harden in my mouth. So, I moved between Rob's legs and took his soft dick into my mouth. I started to lick around the head. Rob stirred and moved his legs apart to yield space. As I worked his dick with my tongue, I could feel him starting to harden.

"What time is it?"

I pulled my mouth off his dick. "Time for you to fuck me. Hand me the lube."

"I'm not sure about this."

"I am. Now, hand me the lube."

He did. I filled my hand, then smeared Rob's knob and my ass. I straddled him. 

"Hold your dick straight up." He did as instructed, and I lowered myself until his head was pressing against my entrance. Experienced at this, I offered little resistance as he entered me. I slid slowly down to the base of his dick and just sat there. I was teasing him, and I knew it. 

I leaned forward and placed my hands on his chest for leverage and to get a better angle. I was about to ride his dick hard.

My movements gave him an opening, and he took it. He pulled back, and then slammed up into me. When he pulled back again, I met him as he slammed up into me. Quickly, we were in a rhythm, and he was fucking me as deeply as he could. When I thought he was close, I clamped down and stopped moving. 

"I'm so close."

"I know. That's why I stopped. I want this to last a little while longer. Just lay still. Let me do the work for a bit."

I felt his orgasm ebb. I had edged him. When I thought it was safe, I started riding his dick again, searching for my prostate. When I found it, it was my turn to shudder. 

I rode him very slowly. I felt every inch of him as he slid in and out. I started to ride him faster. Each time his dick rubbed my prostate, a little jolt shot through me. 

I felt his hands on my ass as he started fucking me again. We got back into rhythm. I started to drip sweat from my chest and forehead. I felt Rob's orgasm build and he started to pant.

"That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can."

He slammed into me. I started to moan as I could feel my own orgasm approaching.

"Come inside me."

His dick throbbed as I felt him come as directed. We had not gotten a condom, so he unloaded in my ass. Repeatedly. He clenched his stomach muscles and raised his head as he did. I kept sliding on him, my ass now thick with his cum. To my surprise, he grabbed my dick in his right hand and started jerking it. I came in no time, sending my first shot onto the headboard, my second onto his face, and my third, fourth, and fifth onto his chest and stomach. I collapsed onto him, smearing my cum between our chests and stomachs. I raised up and looked him in the eyes. He smiled, and I lowered my face to his. Instead of kissing him, I licked my cum off his cheek and ate it. He laughed as I did. He had not expected that.

As I climbed off of him, he slipped out of me. I went to the bathroom, let as much of him run out of me as I could, and cleaned myself off. I then returned to the bedroom with a warm washcloth. I cleaned his stomach and chest and then his dick. 

"We should try to get some more sleep." 

I agreed. When we woke up, I dressed and returned to my room. We drove back to Kansas City the next day, not once mentioning what had happened Friday night and Saturday morning.

My Married Friend (Part Two)

When I awoke the next morning, I had no idea what to expect. Last night could have signaled a new chapter, been an aberrant interregnum, or been the rueful end to an old story. I was not sure which, but I knew I had little control over the ultimate direction Rob and I would take. 

Rob was still asleep, his back to me. I moved to my back, put my arms behind my head, and listened to him sleep. He was breathing deeply, and snoring lightly. After a bit, he stirred, rolling over on his back. I could tell from the tented sheet that he was sporting morning wood. I wanted to grab it, hold it, suck it, drain it, but I feared rejection if I tried. I am not very good at rejection.

Apparently, Rob was looking at me looking at him. "I do not think I am up for any more."

I looked at him and smiled. "Your dick disagrees." 

"I am not gay."

"I am."

"I know. But, I'm not."

With that, he got out of bed. "I am going to shower and get ready to head home. I will meet you in the lobby in 30 minutes."

I had been dismissed. After Rob pulled the bathroom door shut behind him, I dressed, and headed back to my room to shower. Our direction seemed undetermined, but the "new chapter" seemed to have been eliminated as a possibility.

We were well into the drive home before I broke the silence.

"Are you okay?"

"I will be. I am feeling a little immoral right now. I cheated on my wife, which is bad. And, I cheated with a man, which is worse."

"Some might argue that a man is not cheating at all, especially when the man is your best friend. . . . Anyway, I'm not good with guilt, as I think it's wasted emotion. So, there is not a lot I can offer you. I do what I do, chalk it up to experience, and move forward."


My Married Friend



"You're not Catholic."

"I am. But, I avoided the guilt trips. Or was immune to them. I live life. When I fuck up, I apologize and try to move forward. . . . For the record, I do not think you fucked up. You fucked, but not up." My "you fucked" joke fell flat. The uncomfortable silence returned. Rob broke it again.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For last night."

"Don't be. I did not do anything I did not want to do. In fact, I mostly did things I have been dreaming of doing. I had a great night, and I went into it with my eyes wide open. I knew the lay of the land heading in, and I would not do anything different in retrospect."

After about a half hour, Rob broke the uncomfortable silence, yet again. 

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For last night. For being my friend. And for not pressuring me."

"You are welcome for last night. I will always be your friend. And, I will never pressure you. But, I will always be there for you, if you know what I mean." I laughed, fearing my joke would again fall flat.

"I figured."

"Awfully full of yourself, aren't you."

"Yep. And, last night, you were awfully full of me."

I was surprised by the joke. I looked at him, and he was smiling at me. We both laughed.

We drove on in silence, but - finally - it was a comfortable silence. When we got to my house, Rob turned the ignition off and got out, which was odd. He met me at the trunk, which held my bag. He opened his arms, and I stepped into a warm embrace.

"I love you, Brother."

"I love you, too, Rob."

We parted. I went in. He went home. Monday at the office, things were pretty much as they had been before. I assumed we would never fool around again. I was wrong.

*****

About 5 months later, four of us - me, Rob, and our golf buddies Peter and John - headed to Arizona for our annual golf trip. In the past, we had always shared a two room suite and drawn for shared rooms. This time, there was no draw. Rob - who had organized the trip - announced as we entered the suite that he and I would take the room to the right and Peter and John would take the room to the left. The announcement did not strike anyone as odd, but it certainly piqued my interest.

At dinner, I watched Rob closely. I assumed that, if he was interested in sexing it, then he would drink more than the spare amount he usually drank. He did not, having only one Bud Light as the rest of us drank way too much for our first night in the desert.

When we got back to the suite, we were beat, and we had an early tee time the next day. If you are going to play 36 holes, you have to start early. After a quick good night to Peter and John, Rob and I headed to our room. 

"You want the shower?" I asked. When he responded no, I headed in, pulling the door closed behind me. I started the water, brushed my teeth, and climbed in. I like to jerk off in the shower, so I coated my hand and dick with conditioner and started to rub one out, my back to the shower head. With my head under the water, I did not hear Rob enter the bathroom. Imagining that Rob was sucking me, I grunted "Oh, Rob" as I came and shot my pent up load on the back wall of the shower.

Rob's voice startled me out of my orgasmic peace. "Make sure you clean that up. I do not want to be standing in your dried cum tomorrow morning."

I stuck my head out of the shower. Rob was putting his toothbrush in his mouth. "How long have you been in here?"

Through the toothpaste, Rob said, "Long enoughto hear you grunt my name as you came."

I blushed crimson. "Sorry about that."

"Nothing to be sorry about. Was I fucking you?"

"No, you were sucking me."

"Fat chance of that ever happening," he said, then spit the rest of the toothpaste out of his mouth and headed back to his bed. I dried off, wondering. While he had specifically eliminated the possibility of sucking me, he had raised the possibility of fucking me again. At my core, I needed to explore that possibility.

When I returned to the room, Rob's clothes were piled on the chair, meaning he was most likely nude under the sheet. So, I stripped naked and climbed into my bed. I had no idea if he watched me or not. I decided to explore.

"I am not sure why it's a 'fat chance.' You offered at the retreat, and - technically - you owe me one."

"One, I'm not gay. Two, I was just being polite; I do not think I'd have been able to follow through if you had taken me up on the offer to reciprocate. And, three, you can scratch one that you owe me off the list; that way, we'll be even."

"We won't be even; I will still owe you a lot of head. And, I am not sure your proposal is a fair trade. "

"Life's not fair."

I looked at him to gauge his mood. He was smiling back at me.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Here it comes."

"No, not that. But, I have been wondering something. As far as blow jobs go, how was the one I gave you?"

He paused. "Awesome. Definitely top three."

"Better than your wife?"

"Easily. My wife doesn't blow me."

"How does she not blow you? You have a great dick. If I were your wife, I'd have your dick in my mouth all the time."

"I think you and she have different opinions of my dick. And, of blow jobs."

"That's too bad."

"Tell me about it."

"Still, only top three? I would have thought number one. I would not think there is any woman out there who gives head as well as a gay guy who knows his way around a dick."

"I doubt there are. But, my college girlfriend was a pig for it, and she sucked my dick every chance she could get. I think she liked it better than fucking. I liked to straddle her tits while she blew me, and there were a couple of blow jobs that were so intense I thought I might blow through the back of her head when I came. They shook me. So, yeah, top three. That's all I can give you."

"I'm disappointed."

"Don't be. It was an awesome blow job. I've just had a couple I liked better. Or, at least as much. I cannot choose among them."

When I looked over at him, it was clear his dick was hard, and he had his right hand on it. Apparently, all the blow job talk had gotten him riled up. It certainly had gotten me riled up. I was hard as a rock, and the sight of Rob holding his dick made me think I could have cut glass. I decided to try a little more exploration.

"Can I help you with that?"

Rob took his sweet time answering. "As tempted as I am to say yes, I'd better not. I made a resolution, and I do not want to break it at the first chance."

"Are you sure?"

Rob again took his sweet time answering. "I am." He paused and then repeated himself. "I am."

"Can I watch you, then?"

Rob took his time answering again. "I guess so. I don't think that's a breach."

With that, Rob pulled the sheet down so I could see as he started jacking his dick in front of me. I got up, went into the bathroom, and returned with the little bottle of complimentary lotion. I opened it and offered it to him. "You might need this."

"Thanks," he said as he took it, filled his hand, and smeared it all over his hard, beautiful dick. Re-positioning himself on the bed so he was flat on his back, he started slowly jerking his dick again. I could tell from his initial pace that he was in no hurry. I sat on the edge of my bed staring, transfixed by the sight of his athletic hand slowly stroking his 7+ inches of thick dick. Every once in awhile, he would take it all the way to the tip and play with his glans, rubbing his forefinger through his piss slit and smearing his precum in with the lotion.

He started to speed up. As he did, he moved his left hand down and gripped his balls. As his breathing picked up, his feet curled, and he pressed his left hand hard into his nutsack. With a grunt, he shot a thick, white arc of cum into the hair on his chest, two more onto his stomach, and a fourth onto his abdomen. A fifth shot dribbled onto his hand. He sighed and unclenched his feet. His eyes fluttered as he raised his eyebrows. 

"Whew," his sighed.

"What were you thinking of?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, or I would not have asked."

"I prefer to keep those thoughts to myself."

I stood up. "Can I clean you up?"

"I guess so."

I am sure Rob thought I was going to get a towel. I was not. I moved toward him, bent down, and licked a load of cum off his chest. His body tensed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?"

I raised up. "You said I could clean you up, and that's what I'm doing."

"I did not think you meant that."

"Well, I did, and you said I could." With that, I bent back over and started eating his cum again. The tension in his body told me he was not thrilled, but he did not stop me. As I licked the cum off his chest and belly, I was also getting the hint of sweat his jack off session had generated. After I had licked his abdomen clean, I sat up and took his hand. I took each finger into my mouth and sucked the cum off of them. I stared into his eyes as I did. He stared right back into mine. When I was finished, he was hard again. I suspected that I could have taken him in my mouth right then, and he would not have objected. But, I thought doing so would not serve my long-term interests, so I decided to honor his resolution, at least to the extent that my cum sucking had not already breached it. 

I went to the bathroom to clean up. I did not brush my teeth. I wanted to go to sleep with the taste of his cum on my tongue. 

When I returned to the bedroom, Rob was asleep. Or, at least pretending to be.

******

After golf the next day, we all headed to Magliano's for dinner. It was within walking distance of our hotel, so no one had to drive. Unlike the night before, Rob started this night with a Jack and Coke. He also finished the night with a Jack and Coke. I am not sure how many he had in between. I was too busy trying to drink all the Hendrix they had.

We staggered back to the hotel, our early morning tee time in definite jeopardy. The only way were going to make it was to drink as much water as we could and then go straight to sleep. Instead of doing that, though, the four of us headed to the hot tub with a dozen of the beers we had bought on the way home from the golf course earlier that day. We talked and laughed and drank and laughed and talked and laughed and drank. Rob was as loose as I had ever seen him, smiling broadly, and laughing from deep down. I sat across from him, soaking his ebullience in.

Too soon, the beers we had brought with us were gone. So, we headed back to the suite, having agreed we would bypass our first tee time and play only the afternoon round the next day. After Peter and John headed to their room, Rob grabbed four more beers and headed to ours.

"We do not have to be up tomorrow, so there's no reason not to continue the fun."

"I agree."

Rob opened two beers, put the other two on the table between the beds, and leaned back against his headboard. I took my beer and sat the same way on my bed. We finished our second beers just like that.

When Rob finished his, he stood up between the beds, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it off. Next, he pulled his undershirt over his head, unbuttoned his jeans, and stepped out of them, pulling his socks off with his feet as he did. When he pulled his boxer briefs off, he stood in front of me, naked and hard. He had stared at me the entire time he stripped.

"Your turn."

I did not need to be told twice. I quickly stripped.

"Sit back on your bed."

I did as I was told. Rob climbed onto the bad, straddling me, his erect dick right in front of my face and dripping precum. I put my hands between his legs and, using his ass cheeks for leverage, pulled myself toward him, licked all the precum off his head that I could, and then took him in my mouth.

"Swallow it like you did before. I loved that."

I opened my throat and worked him into my gullet. His bush reeked of sweat and chlorine. I breathed it in and held it. Between that and the dick in my gullet, I started to float away. As I did, Rob sighed and started to fuck my face. His motion was slow and deliberate. As when he jacked off last night, he was going to make this last. I used his ass to control his strokes, and soon we were in a slow, methodical rhythm. When I looked up, I was surprised to see Rob staring down, watching.

"This is so fucking hot. I love the sight of my cock sliding in and out of your mouth."

I kept looking at him as I sucked him deeper and deeper. 

"Oh, my God, that feels so fucking good."

Obviously, I could not respond. So, I signaled my agreement by driving his dick as far down my throat as I could and then clamping my throat around it as tightly as I could. Rob shuddered. When my throat loosened, he again started fucking my face, only now he was controlling the rhythm with his hands on my head. He quickened, his breath became ragged, and he pushed his dick as deep in my throat as he could and arched his back. As he did, my throat filled with cum. I swallowed and sucked load after load out of him before he fell forward over me, bracing himself with his arms. My head was now against his stomach, and he was on all fours. His dick remained hard, so I kept it in my mouth.

"Don't stop . . . don't stop . . . I think I am going to come again."

After a few strokes, he did, filling my mouth with another large load. I drank and drank as he shuddered. He collapsed onto me. He was covered in sweat. So was I.

He rolled off of me. I rolled with him, his dick still in my mouth. We lay like that as he went soft in my mouth. Finally, he sighed and exhaled a "Jesus Christ."

From his bush, I asked, "Did I move up the list?"

"After that, there is no more list. I have never had a multiple orgasm before. So . . . winner."

I was tired. I took Rob's soft dick back into my mouth. He reached his hand down into my hair. I thought he was going to pull me off, but he didn't. He just ran his fingers through my hair. I fell asleep while he did.

My Married Friend (Part Three)

When I awoke, it was morning, Rob was on his back beside me in bed, and my head was on his arm, with my face in his armpit. My dick was hard, and I had to pee. But, I did not want to give up my space. I loved the smell of sweat, sex, and chlorine that was trapped in that hairy space.

Rob awoke shortly after I did.

He pleaded, "Water. I need water."

"That's okay, I need to pee." I hopped up, shot to the bathroom, and tried to pee through my raging hard on. Once I had completed that difficult task, I returned to the room with water for Rob. When I sat it down on the table by the bed, I noticed there was a tube of lube on the table. 

Rob took the water and drank it. Then, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me onto the bed next to him. He leaned into me.

"I want to fuck you. I haven't fucked anyone since you."

That had been months ago. "Not even your wife?"

"My wife tries her best not to fuck me."

"Can I kiss you?"

"My breath has got to be horrible."

"I don't care."

I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him. He tasted delicious. I put arm around him and rolled under him. I could feel his hard dick against my leg. It was coated with lube. With minimal adjustment, I had his hard, slippery dick below my balls where my legs meet. With my hands, I pushed him deep between my legs.

"Wow, that feels good," he said as he started sliding slowly between my clenched legs. I moved my hands back up to his head, holding it as we made out and he continued to irrumatio me. 

I agreed. His thick, hard dick between my legs, in fact, felt good. So did our kiss, which deepened as I explored every recess in his mouth, and he explored every one in mine. Just as I struggled to catch my breath, he pulled his lips from mine.

"Wow," he offered.

"Wow is right," I offered back.

"What a kiss."

"Yes, what a kiss."

"I can't last much longer. Can I fuck you now?"

"You can," I said, as I spread my legs and raised them. When he tried to raise up, I clamped him back down to me with his arms. I did not want any space between us.

"No, like this," I said as I took him in my right hand and showed him to my opening. He adjusted his upper body a little, and then was pressing into me. I was resisting more than I expected, not having had any preparation. So, I grabbed the lube, smeared it all over my ass, took a handful of deep breaths, and then offered myself up to him.

"I'm ready."

He pressed down. I felt his bare head enter me with a jolt. As he tried to push the rest of his 7+ inches in, I arched my neck and inhaled deeply. He must have taken my action as an invitation, as he started kissing and sucking my neck as he drove himself all the way in.

I was not comfortable, so I reached up, grabbed my ankles, and pulled my legs toward my head. When I did, my ass opened, the tension released, and Rob's dick lengthened and filled me. 

"Fuck me," I begged.

He did, very slowly to start. As he did, he kept kissing my neck and face and mouth. His dick and his stroke were perfect. I reached my arms around him. He hooked his arms under my shoulders. The length of our torsos were touching. He buried his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my ass and held perfectly still. I sucked his tongue and clenched his dick with my ass muscles. Slowly, I released both. His tongue danced in my mouth as his dick slid gently in and out of me. This was not fucking. This was making love.

Rob was a great lay. He fucked me slower and longer than I had ever been fucked. Every time I thought he was crossing the point of no return, he pulled back. Each time he restarted, he found my prostate and slid the length of his dick over it, slowly and smoothly. My entire body tingled. My hair was soaked with sweat. So was my body. 

"I can't take this much longer," I said, fearing my legs would cramp before either of us came.

"I don't want this to end."

"Me, either, but I am not going to be able to hold this position. My legs are starting to ache."

He leaned into me for another long, deep kiss. When our lips parted, he stared directly into my eyes and started to pick up his pace. As his dick slid faster and faster over my prostate, my orgasm started to build in my lower abdomen. Neither of us could or would break eye contact. As we stared at each other, I could not delay any longer. I shuddered, arched my back, and came all over Rob's stomach. Before I finished, I felt his dick thicken in me. As he grunted, he arched his back, and filled my ass. I released my legs, and they dropped lifeless to the bed. My arms followed.

"Fucking hell," he said as his entire body shuddered. I was so spent, I could not move. He collapsed on top of me, his head beside mine. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I could not raise them. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, but I definitely could not raise them. I saw the clock out of the corner of my eye. If I was remotely correct, then Rob had fucked me for almost an hour. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally.

As my sweat started to dry, I got cold. "I'm cold."

"Me, too . . . . stay here," he said as he climbed off me and headed into the bathroom. I pulled the blankets over me as I heard him turn the shower on.

When he returned to the room, he pulled the covers off of me and picked me up by my knees and shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"Carrying you to the shower," he replied as he, in fact, carried me to the shower and lowered me into the warm water. He climbed in behind me, pulled the shower curtain, and rubbed my shoulders as the water ran over me. He shampooed my hair and then slowly washed my entire body, including the dried cum off my stomach and abdomen. As he washed my stomach, he kissed my chest. As he washed my sides, he kissed my armpits. As he washed my crotch and ass, he kissed my stomach. It was the most loving shower I had ever received.




My Married Friend



I got hard. As he washed my legs and feet, my dick was right in front of his face. I did not say a word. He looked up at me, looked at my dick, and - to my surprise and delight - took it in his mouth. The sensation of the shower had me on edge, so I was only a few strokes from coming when he started. I could feel his thick tongue right under my head, rubbing my sweet spot.

"I am not going to last long," I warned. He kept sliding forward and backward. I tried to hold my orgasm off, but I could not. When I said "I'm coming," he pulled off and moved his head to the side. I grabbed my dick and finished what he had started, shooting my load against his shoulder and chest. When I finished, he stood up. 

"Sorry, I do not think I am ready for that yet."

"That's okay," I said, my mind spinning around the word "yet." I then washed him just as lovingly as he had washed me, running my hands and mouth over every inch of his muscled, manly body. When I rubbed my hand through his ass crack, he smiled at me.

"Tonight, I want you to do that thing with your tongue again."

"Gladly," I said, wishing the golf was over and the night was here.

*****

Golf was a disaster that afternoon. I was too distracted to focus.

Dinner was worse. Peter and John had nowhere else to be, so they lingered over dessert. Then, they ordered after dinner drinks. I was impatient and pissed. Rob seemed fine.

When we got to our room, he kept his boxer briefs and undershirt on and turned on ESPN. Something was up. Or not, so to speak.

"You okay," I asked.

"I think so."

"You still want what you asked for this morning?"

"I don't think so. I did not drink much. I think alcohol makes me do things I don't want to do."

"Really? I think alcohol frees me to do what I want to do. And, you were stone sober this morning."

"I guess that's true. . . . Still, I think I will take a pass tonight."

"Suit yourself." I feigned indifference. I was not indifferent. I was pissed and a little bit hurt.

When SportsCenter was over, I stripped to my boxers and climbed under the sheets. 

"Good night," I said as I turned on my left side, my back to Rob.

"Good night."

As I lay there, I heard Rob remove his briefs and his shirt. After he turned out the light, I felt the sheet move and the weight of him sink into my bed. Then, I felt his arm over me as he pushed up behind me.

"What are you doing?"

"Just because I don't want to fool around does not mean I don't want to be with you," he said as he kissed the back of my head and pulled me tighter to him. "Now, let's get some sleep."

His hard dick was pressed against my ass. "It's going to be hard to sleep with your dick poking at me."

"I can't control how my body reacts to you."

"You sure you don't want to fool around?"

"I'm sure."

With that, I shifted a little, and then reached back and grabbed his dick.

Rob whispered into my neck, "I said I'm sure."

"I know, I am just putting it away so I can sleep," as said as I slid his hard dick between my legs and into my ballsack. He put his right hand in the middle of my chest and pulled me back hard against him.

"You sure you're okay?" I asked, fretfully.

"I'm sure."

*****

When I woke up, it was light, and we were both hard. Of course we were; we were both men.

Rob looked at the clock. "We do not have a lot of time."

"I know."

"You want the shower first?"

"Sure." I got up, shook the sleep off me, and headed toward the shower. While it was warming up, I brushed my teeth and peed. As I climbed in the shower, Rob came into the bathroom. After he brushed his teeth, he climbed in with me. 

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"No reason to waste water," he said as he smiled. "Or our last chance."

I lowered myself in front of him and started lapping at his hard dick. I wanted to blow him. He had other ideas. 

"Stand up and turn around." I did, and he leaned me against the shower wall. He smeared conditioner on his dick and my ass. 

"I liked when you did this to me," he said as he slipped his finger in my ass. I gasped and cringed a little, as my asshole was still sore from the deliberate pounding it had endured the prior morning.

"Did that hurt?"

"I'm still a little sore from yesterday."

"Too sore for me to fuck you?"

I was reluctant, as I knew I was tender all the way to my core. But, I also knew that every time Rob fucked me might be the last time. So, I relented.

"I hope not."

"Good, because I would hate to have to rape you," he said, laughing.

"You can't rape the willing," I said, laughing back.

Rob pressed his dick to my ass. I was pensive but needy. I pressed back. He slid in easily and immediately started fucking me. The slow, deliberate pace of the prior morning was gone. This was going to be a needy - and speedy - fuck. Or, at least that's what I thought.

I was wrong. Just when I thought Rob was about to nut, he pulled out and said "turn around." When I did, he picked me up, told me to put my arms around his neck, and hooked his arms under my knees. He picked me up and pushed my back against the shower wall and said "help me in." I lowered my right hand to his dick and led him to my sweet spot. When I put my arm back around his neck, he pushed up and in. I gasped again, as I was even more sore in this position. But, I did not have time to protest, as Rob proceeded to needily and speedily start fucking me again. I was horribly uncomfortable, but I found the utter vulnerability of the position extremely hot. And, I got to stare into Rob's face as he delivered himself over and over.

"Jack off while I fuck you."

"I don't want to fall."

"I've got you," he said as he kissed me.

I grabbed my dick and started jacking it. I came in no time, hitting myself in the face and chest.

Rob came immediately after me, pushing his dick deep inside me and again arching his back and neck as his body shuddered. He slumped into me and lowered my legs. I held onto his neck as we slid down the wall until we were crumpled in the tub together. We were both exhausted.

"I never come that hard," he said.

"I'm glad."

He leaned in, and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he licked some of my cum off my face and swallowed it. I laughed out of shock.

"How was that?" I asked.

"Not good. Not bad, but not good, either."

I wiped some of the cum off my chest and licked it off my finger.

"I think it's good."

Rob leaned in and kissed me deeply again. He tasted my cum on my tongue.

"It's better from your mouth. Your spit takes some of the bitterness away."

I sat next to Rob on the long flight home. I had promised him I understood the difference between lust and love and knew when sex was just sex. As we headed east, the knot in my stomach suggested I was not keeping that promise.

My Married Friend (Part Four)

We settled into a pattern. When we were in town, we were best friends. Nothing less, but certainly nothing more.

When we were out of town, we were lovers. The "it's just sex" fiction had been challenged on the golf trip and then shattered at our firm's annual retreat six months later. Rob and I went to the retreat a day early to play golf, and we shared a room that night, ostensibly to save money. When the group of golfers talked about grabbing dinner together, Rob opted out, claiming he had promised a client some work and needed to fulfill that promise. I opted in.

Once we were back in the hotel, Rob told me I should opt out of dinner. When I asked why, Rob responded only that he had a surprise for me.

My surprise was a full-fledged date, albeit a private one. Our room had a jacuzzi tub, and we had drinks as we relaxed in the tub together, sitting across from each other with our legs intertwined. Rob's foot found my crotch, and my foot found his. As we drank and smiled at each other, we rubbed our feet over each other's dick and balls. 

Rob suggested "When you finish your wine, come over here." I threw back the last bit and slipped across the tub. Rob opened his left arm, and I put my head on his shoulder as I slid my right arm behind him. He used his left hand to turn my face to his, and then he kissed me. As we kissed, he shifted so that he was in front of me. His right hand slid up and down all over my chest and stomach. As I put my arms around Rob's neck, he gripped my dick with his right hand. Without breaking the kiss, he whispered "I want to make you cum" and started jacking me off. When I opened my eyes, Rob's eyes were open, too, and he was staring at me. He jerked me faster and kissed me deeper. When he felt I was about to cum, Rob sucked my tongue into his mouth as hard as he could. I exploded into the hot water as I clamped Rob's face to mine. Rob milked me until I could not take any more, then finally pulled his hand off my dick and his lips from mine. 

Rob got out of the water, grabbed a plush white towel, and returned to the tub, holding to towel open for me to step into. When I did, Rob wrapped the towel around me and guided me to the bed. Once there, he spread me and the towel out, kneeled over me, and coated his dick with previously unseen lube. As he lowered his face to mine, I grabbed his dick, worked some of the lube off of it into my hand, and smeared what I had on my opening. As we kissed, Rob's hard dick pressed against my balls and my taint until he hooked my legs in his arms, raised my ass, and found me waiting for him. Even though too much time passed between visits, Rob remembered what to do. He worked himself slowly into me, pausing to give me time to relax and to catch my breath. When he could not go any farther, he moved my legs and hips looking for that extra give that allowed him to go deeper. He did not stop until he found it and his pubic hair and balls were flush with my ass. At that point, Rob slowly worked his way in and out while I clenched and unclenched my muscles, stroking him from the inside.

It was always like this. Rob liked long, slow fucks. He would not speed up, no matter how much I wanted him to. I would lay on my back, my head flopping from one side to the other as Rob's long, thick meat slid back and forth over my prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through me. On and on he would go, refusing to come until I begged him to. When he realized I could not take any more, he would speed up, covering both of us in sweat and grunting as he came and then collapsed on top of me.

This time was no different, except he did not collapse on top of me when he came. Instead, he leaned in and kissed me, slipped out of me, and kissed my neck, then my chest, and then my stomach before taking my dick into his mouth. Not knowing how sore my ass was from the ride he had just taken, he slipped his finger inside of me as he took every inch of me into his mouth. When he found my button, I came again, arching my back, raising my hips, and filling his mouth with my cock and my cum. He kept sucking until I was dry, then spit my load into the towel. Then, he took me back in his mouth, laid his head on my thigh, and let me go soft in his mouth as I tried to catch my breath.

Rob made his way back up my body and then pressed all of his weight onto me. I put my arms around him as he raised his head and kissed me.

"I really like fucking you," he said, breaking the kiss.

"I really like when you fuck me," I responded, adding "I also really like when you suck me."

"I think you like doing that more than I do."

"I'm sure I do. I love doing it. I love your dick, and I love having it in my mouth."

"I am not much of an enthusiast." 

"You don't have to do it if don't want to."

I raised my eyes to his, and he kissed me. He broke the kiss with "Fucking you made me hungry. Let's order dinner."

We did. We ate in the turkish robes provided. We sat next to each other, and I periodically took Rob's hand in mine. 

When we had finished the bottle of wine we ordered with dinner, Rob stood up, hung his dick in my face, and asked if I wanted dessert. I did, desperately. So, I took his soft dick in my mouth and started to work the head with my tongue. Rob was quickly hard and holding my head while he fucked my face. I slowed him down and took all of him into my throat before allowing him to resume the fucking. I held Rob's balls in my right hand as I worked his beautiful dick with my throat. When I felt his balls clench, I knew dessert was headed my way. Rob doubled over as he came. As he did, his dick left my throat, and his cum filled my mouth. I savored it before I swallowed it. 

We had both cum twice, and we were both tired (and a little drunk). So, we climbed into bed, and Rob pulled the blanket up over our naked bodies. Rob laid flat on his back, and I put my head in his chest hair. We fell asleep. 

I woke up at 1:30. Rob was hard, so I laid my head on his stomach and toyed with his glans, which woke him up. He let me play awhile, and then he rolled over onto his left side, using his strength to force me onto my right. After a little maneuvering, he had us in a full 69 and insisted "let's do this together."

We did, establishing a slow rhythm where we were both at each other's base at the same time. We sped up and slowed down together. We were not in a hurry. Naturally, I came first, again filling Rob's mouth. He came as soon as I had finished, filling my mouth with my second helping of dessert. I was a glutton.

It was 2:27 when I returned my head to Rob's chest. I could not leave well enough alone.

"So, what's going on here?" I asked.

"I don't know. We're fulfilling a need, I guess."

"What's your need?"

"I'm in a sexless marriage. My options are celibacy, masturbation, or you. When we are in town, I choose masturbation. When we are out of town, I choose you. And masturbation."

"Why not just have an affair?"

"I dunno. I have a hard time having sex with someone I don't love, and I can't be married and love another woman. I have justified in my head being married and doing this with you. It may not make sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to me. Or at least I tell myself it does."

"What need are you filling for me?"

"A temporary one."

"How so?"

"I can't give you what you want. I'm married, and I'm not gay, notwithstanding the evidence that's piling up to the contrary. This is enough for you now, but it won't be for very long. You'll want more than I can give, and you'll have to find it somewhere else."

"I'm not sure about that."

"I am. You're an awesome guy, and you're not going to be satisfied with sneaking away every six months or so and fucking in secret. You'll want to be lovers, and I'm not going to do that. It's not what I want, and I'm not going to let my life come undone."

"If your marriage is sexless, then why not fuck around in town? Your wife can't expect you to be a eunuch."

"She doesn't pay much attention to me. But, if I start disappearing here and there, then we'll get careless, she'll get suspicious, and we'll get caught. And it will all be over . . . marriage . . . family, all of it."

I had nothing to say. I knew he was right. No matter how much I got, I would want more. And, I would not be satisfied until I had destroyed everything he wanted but me. I fell asleep knowing.

My Married Friend (Part Five)

The rest of the retreat was awesome. We went to the events from which our absence would be notable. We skipped the rest, spending the time in Rob's room with me sucking him and him fucking me. If Rob's wife had wanted a load when we got back in town, she'd have had to work pretty hard for it. As we lay in bed on Sunday morning, I counted 15 loads over the past 60 hours, or one every four hours. I wanted one more before we left, and I knew exactly how I wanted it.

Rob was asleep on his stomach, so I decided to wake him up by eating his ass. Like many straight men, he was not very attentive to anal hygiene or maintenance. So, I got a warm cloth, slid it between his muscular, round butt cheeks, and then slowly buried my face in his ass. He had to be awake, as he adjusted his ass and slightly spread his legs, providing me unfettered access to his opening. I plunged in, burying my face in his musky ass. 

Rob thoroughly enjoyed getting his salad tossed, pushing back against me as I pushed forward. I cupped his balls as I started to force my tongue past his ring of resistance. I wanted him to utter two words, and I was not going to stop eating until he did. I coated him with my spit as a I worked my tongue in and out of him, trying to coax him to admit what he wanted. With no other options, I forced my finger into his ass and searched for his prostate. When I hit it, I got what I wanted . . . .

"Fuck me."

I was happy to oblige. I raised up, spit in my hand, coated my dick, and pressed it in where my finger had been. I was no sadist. I pushed slowly in, stopping every inch or two so Rob could adjust. When I was all the way in, I laid down flat on his back, hooked my arms under his armpits, and started slowly sliding in and out of him. Rob was quickly pushing back into me, and I knew he was rubbing his own hard dick against his stomach and the sheets as he did. I changed my angle until I felt the hard nub of his prostate against my dick, and then I held that angle and slowly worked in and out as Rob panted. 

A layer of sweat appeared between his back and my smooth, hairless chest. 

Rob's ass clenched as he came. I shuddered as my own orgasm followed. I filled Rob's ass. 

When we were both spent, I raised up on my arms, and I leaned down and kissed between Rob's shoulder blades. Then I kissed his sides as I worked my way down his back. Then, I gently bit each of his ass cheeks until I moved in for the kill, licking from his ass the little bit of my cum that had leaked when I pulled out.

"Whoa, what are you doing?"

"Don't you worry about it," I said as I swallowed what I had stolen.

"This is getting weird."

"Rob, you're having sex with your male best friend behind your wife's back. It is not getting weird. It has been weird," I said as I pulled off and headed to the shower.

Rob joined me in the shower. We washed each other. Once the shower was over, we dried each other. We did not kiss, which I noticed.

We sat next to each other on the flight home. I tried to hold Rob's hand on the flight home. Each time, he pulled it away. The romance of the weekend was over.

Rob had driven me to the airport, so he had to drive me home. When we got to my house, Rob hopped out of the car, and grabbed my bag from the trunk. 

"I can carry it," I said, as I fished my key out of my carry-on. 

"I'm good," Rob responded as he headed up my steps.

I unlocked the door, and Rob carried my bag inside. 

"You got anything to drink?" Rob asked as he put the bag down.

"I have everything to drink," I said, moving my bag out of the entryway.

"I'll take a jack and coke," Rob said as he moved into the living room and grabbed the remote. After making the drink, I joined him.

"What's going on?"

"Amy thinks we're on the 6 p.m. flight, so I've got a couple hours to kill."

"Kill or fill?" I asked, implicitly suggesting we cap our fuckfest off with an in-home edition.

"Just kill," Rob said as he took a sip of his drink and rested his head on the back of the couch. It was clear he was troubled by something.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I'm just trying to make sense of things."

"How so?"

"I'm attracted to women. I have never been attracted to guys. I have never wanted to fuck a guy. I have never had a gay thought. But, I just spent the weekend fucking a guy. A lot. And I liked it. A lot. And I'm trying to figure out what it all means."

"Why does it have to mean anything?"

"How can it not?"

"Here's how I see it. You love me. I love you. That love has gotten physical. That's all. If we stop fucking, I don't think you're going to find another guy. I'm the only guy you'll ever fuck. Your love for me is making you do things that are not natural for you. It is not releasing things that are natural for you. You'd prefer if your wife would fuck you. She won't. You'd prefer that I had a pussy. I don't. I have a dick. So, you're making do. That's all."




My Married Friend



"You think it can be that easy?"

"The easy explanation is usually the right one." I hesitated, as Rob looked unconvinced. "Look, it's not like you secretly hooked up with guys, watched gay porn, or got a thrill to men's underwear ads. I know you like tits and pussy. You know you like tits and pussy. So, yes, it's that easy. Don't make it more than it is."

"I'm not sure I am comfortable with all of the kissing."

"What?"

"The kissing. I'm not comfortable with it. It makes it all more than it is."

I was devastated. Rob saw it on my face and stood to leave.

I hugged him good-bye. As I did, my dick got hard. I could not help myself. I crossed the line again. "You know, this does not have to be a road show only."

"It does."

"Why?"

"It seems less awful to me."

"Then we'll keep it a road show," I said, although I could feel his dick swelling against my stomach, and neither of would release the hug. When he finally let go of me, his dick was hard as a rock and pressing against the inside of his khakis. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself, so I grabbed it. 

Rob grabbed my shoulders a bit too hard. "Not here. I just said that. Not here." 

I let go of him.

"I have to go," he said, as he headed out the door. I had ruined a gentle good-bye with my avarice. 

My Married Friend (Part Six)

Weeks passed. I feared I had ruined everything. 

Just when I thought it was over, Rob invited me to his family's lake "cabin" for the weekend, which I noted was technically "out of town." Amy was taking the kids to visit her mother, so Rob was going to be all alone. He decided to spend his alone time with me, but without electricity or plumbing. To say the cabin - a two room shanty - was rustic was to insult "rustic." But, it had a bed.

We did not talk much in the nearly five hour drive. We had both had long weeks at work, and the hum of the engine subdued our already tired minds.

Once we had arrived and unpacked, I threw myself down on the bed. I was beat. When Rob joined me in the bedroom, he was already naked.

"You look tired," he said.

"I am tired."

"Too tired to suck my dick?"

"I'm never too tired for that. But, haven't you had enough?"

He said, "I want more than enough" as he climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest. His thick dick was already leaking precum as he guided it into my mouth and started fucking my face. I enjoyed the position, as the helplessness of having my head held still while his dick pushed in and out of my mouth was very hot to me. I liked to use my hand when I sucked him, but it was impossible in this position. So, I cupped his ass with my hands and tried to establish a tolerable rhythm. I could feel his orgasm building as his pace quickened. As he grunted, "I'm gonna cum," he pulled out of my mouth, grabbed his dick with his left hand, and covered my face with his seed, something he had never done before. 

When I recovered, I asked "what was that?"

"I dunno. Spur of the moment. But, watching my cum coat your face was hot."

Like I said, there was no running water in the cabin, so I had to use bottled water and a paper towel to clean the copious amount of cum off my face and out of my hair. When I returned to the bedroom, Rob stood up, pulled my shirt over my head and lowered his face to my chest. As he sucked my nipples, he worked my belt and button and zipper, freeing my dick. He kneeled in front of me, took me in his mouth, and quickly sucked me to the edge of orgasm. Then, he stood up, said "don't come, I want you to fuck me," and laid back on the bed, his feet still on the floor. 

I moved between his legs, and he raised them straight up, resting his calves on my shoulders. I spit in my hand, lubed up my dick, and slowly eased my way in. I wanted to give him a dose of his own medicine, so I fucked him methodically, bringing myself slowly to the edge of orgasm and then backing off, over and over again until I lost all sense of time.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you."

"Your dick's in my ass . . . . of course you're hurting me," he said, chuckling.

I answered by slamming into him as deeply as I could. I could feel his prostate as I did, so I started making little circular motions with my dick in him as far as I could get it. He moaned his enjoyment and started frantically jerking his once again hard dick. Watching him respond in a frenzy to what I was doing was too much for me, and I came in his ass, over and over. 

Rob's balls clenched as I did, and I knew he was about to come, too. I pulled out, took his head in my mouth, and matched the rhythm of his hand until he started filling my mouth with his cum. I kept sucking as I swallowed shot after shot after shot until Rob was drained and too sensitive for even the suggestion of my tongue on his glans. 

I pulled off and started giving Rob a tongue bath. I started at his feet, licking the arches and teasing the balls with my teeth. Rob was ticklish, and I knew he would be extra sensitive on the heels of his orgasm. He squirmed as I sucked his toes. He moaned as I licked his inner thigh and where his legs met his crotch. He sighed as I sucked one ball into my mouth and then the other. He chuckled as I licked his sides and buried my face in his armpits. Finally, he sucked air between his teeth as I sucked and bit and then sucked again each of his nipples.

By the time I was finished, Rob was hard again, or at least partially so. I reached behind myself, grabbed his dick, and pressed it to my ass. I wanted him to fuck me, but he had other ideas.

"I think Russell needs a break."

"Russell?"

"That's what I call my dick. . . . Russell."

"Since when?"

"Since forever. High school at least."

"How did I not know that?"

Rob laughed, flipped me off of him on my back, and quickly had his dick in my face.

"Russell, this is Chris. Chris, this is Russell. You've met before, but you were never properly introduced."

I had been trying not to laugh. But, I could not stop the laughter from coming any longer, so I burst out.

Rob did not miss a beat. He said, "Russell, he's laughing at you . . . You should not put up with that" and then started slapping my face to and fro with his dick. As he slapped me, he repeated "Don't you laugh at me . . . . Don't you laugh at me . . . ." The whole exchange was sophomoric and, thus, hilarious to me.

When I finally stopped laughing, I grabbed Russell, said "Don't you ever hit me again," and started slapping him against Rob's abdomen, insisting "apologize" as I did. Rob finally gave in, said "Fine, I'm sorry . . . . I'm sorry" and collapsed next to me on the bed.

"I think I just got dick slapped," I joked.

"Nope, you got Russell slapped," Rob said, still smiling at our stupidity.

I put my head to his chest, and asked "Are you hungry?"

"Not really. But, it doesn't matter. Because I'm not letting you out of this bed this weekend."

*****

Rob's threat was not far off. We were at the cabin for about 36 hours, and we spent about 30 of them in the bed, getting out only to eat, use the outhouse, and take sponge baths. By Sunday morning, the cabin reeked of sweat and sex. The equality of the retreat weekend was over: our sex was decidedly one-sided. I fucked Rob only once, right after we arrived. Rob sucked me fully only once, Saturday morning when we woke up, again in the 69 position so we came almost simultaneously. Other than that, I came only when Rob was fucking me and I either jerked myself or came without touching myself, or when I was sucking Rob and jerked myself. 

Rob tried to avoid my dick, whether with his mouth or his hand. And, kissing seemed totally off-limits.

Still, it was an intimate weekend. We were naked for almost all 36 hours. We slept in each other's arms. After one nap, I woke up to Rob spooning me, his left arm around the front of me and his right arm above our heads holding my right hand.

And, the fucking was intense. Rob had figured out he liked watching his dick slide in and out of me, so we started using positions that made that easy. Most of the time, it meant he held my legs up with his hands and fucked me on his haunches.

But not all of the time. I preferred to fuck missionary so Rob's sweat would drip on me as he lost control and so I could see his face as he came. Rob almost always raised his eyebrows and threw his head back as he came, before he lowered his head back down, opened his eyes, and smiled at me. I loved that smile. I loved being responsible for that smile.

As we packed up to leave, I tossed Rob a pair of loose gym shorts. "Wear these back."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

As Rob drove, I reached over and started working Russell through his gym shorts. 

"I think Russell's a little tired," Rob said. He should have been. I had not kept count, but the load total for the 36 hours at the cabin certainly rivaled the retreat weekend.

"Russell can sleep later," I said, as I unbuckled my seat belt, pulled the leg of the shorts open, and freed Russell. "I'm going to blow you all the way home."

Russell was still soft when I took him into my mouth, but he did not stay that way for long. I did not know when I would next have Rob in my mouth, so I was going to make this blow job both last and something special. I worked Rob's dick with my mouth without moving my head up or down. I swirled my tongue around his glans. I licked his piss slit. I swallowed all of him I could and then coaxed him with my throat. Every time I thought Rob might be ready to unload, I slowed down or changed my technique until I felt him back off. 

I must have been blowing him for an hour before he said, "Dude, you gotta let me cum." When he did, I gripped the base of his dick with my right hand, took the rest of his dick in my mouth, and started jerking and sucking him in perfect rhythm. I felt the car accelerate as Rob whimpered "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" and then started filling my mouth with yet another load of spunk. I drank it all, as there would be no way for Rob to explain to Amy why his shorts were covered with cum.

After I sat up, Rob said "Russell's falling in love with you."

"Good, because I'm in love with Russell. . . . And with you."

"Please don't be."

"Too late."

"Then I think we need to stop this."

"I don't."

"I do."

"Why?"

"Because you're my Brother. And, you are going to want and need more than I can or will give you. And, it will become a thing between us. And, I can't lose you, not now. It's better we stop and stay friends than keep going and become enemies."

I cried. I wanted to take back "and with you." They were only three words, but they were three words too far, at least for Rob. 

We drove in silence. Rob broke it. 

"Look, this is best for us. It's best for you. And, I know it's best for me. I have enjoyed myself, but it was getting out of control, and there are a lot of people I have to worry about and who could and would get crushed by this. And, I can't delude myself into thinking 'if we don't kiss, then it's not what it is.'"

I knew in my heart he was right. I was not going to make Rob gay, and Rob was not going to leave his wife and children for me. At best, I was going to be a fuck buddy, a straight man's rare outlet when masturbation was not enough. At least until he started an affair with a woman, at which point I would be unnecessary and left out.

Rob tried to lighten the mood. "If it makes you feel any better, Russell's as sad as you are."

It did not make me feel any better. I didn't want Russell to be sad. I wanted Rob to be sad. He wasn't. In fact, he seemed relieved. I took the high road.

"Tell Russell all good things must come to an end. And, to be careful before he enters any dark, wet caves," I said, laughing.

"Russell has not explored any caves in a long time. I suspect he will not be careful if he gets the chance," Rob said, laughing back. 

We returned home. Rob and I remained best friends, and we likely would not have if we had kept on the path we were on. 

But, I did not see Russell again. At least until I started sleeping with Rob's son. But, that's a different story . . .



My Married Friend's Son



(Part One)

I had known "Trick" (short for Patrick) since his third day. I was with Rob when he got the news that the water surrounding his second child, and first son, had broken, and I visited them all in the hospital 72 hours later.

I babysat Trick and his older sister, "Sonny" (short for Jackson), regularly while he was a toddler. Trick was often in a Cardinal red onesie, and I carried him around in my mouth as we crawled through their house. Once we argued for tens of minutes over whether a green vegetable on Veggie Tales was asparagus or broccoli. Neither of us would give in. I was pretty sure I was right.

"Chris, I'm pretty sure it's bwoccly."

"It's asparagus."

Long pause.

"Otay . . . but I think it's bwoccly."

"Think what you want. But, it's asparagus."

He was 3 and I was 25 years older. He gave up. I would not.

Trick had a temper. He lost his bedroom door for slamming it. Shortly after, I was babysitting and had to send Trick to his room. As he started up the stairs, I teased him.

"Do NOT slam your door." 

He stopped on a dime, turned, clenched his fists and raged "Chris . . . you . . . know . . . I . . . don't . . . have . . . a . . . door"

Of course, I knew that, which is exactly why I reminded him. His rage made me roar, which only enraged him more.

*****

I watched Trick grow from a chubby toddler to a lean and sinewy teen. By the time he was in high school, he was a uniquely talented baseball player and an equally talented opera singer, which struck me as a very rare combination. He straddled the jock and art world with alacrity.

He was also developing into a stunningly handsome young man. He had wavy brown hair, green eyes that were lower on the outside than on the inside (I referred to them as droopy eyes; I was a sucker for droopy eyes), a strong nose, and a "You know I am going to seduce you, I know I am going to seduce you, and you know I know I am going to seduce you" smile. He moved with the certainty and confidence of someone who knew everything was going to work out for him, he was always going to be the star, and he was always going to get the girl.

He also had a long, muscled body. He was not muscular, but he was muscled, thickest in his ass and his legs. At 18, he was 6 feet 4 and one of the most talked about baseball players in the region, a fleet-footed and strong armed center fielder who hit for power and average for the strongest Legion team around. 

He was also an all-state vocalist, specializing in opera, but not limited in range or in style. Whether at the plate or on a stage, he knew he had the goods and that he would deliver them.

Trick rarely made mistakes, but he made a whopper his senior year. While being recruited, he got two girls pregnant at the same time. One was his long-time girlfriend. The other was her best friend, who he was banging behind his girlfriend's back. Trick's virility challenged his parents' nominal Catholicism (as, by the way, did his father's sexual escapades, including with me). In the end, they worshipped at the altar of a baseball scholarship, and the problem was solved discreetly. Trick's only penalty, other than losing his girlfriend and her best friend, was his parents' unwillingness to pay for Yale.

*****

Trick was an All-SEC junior center fielder for Mizzou when his father asked me to stop in Columbia on my way back from St. Louis to ferry him to Kansas City for Thanksgiving break. I was more than twice his age and - five years earlier - had been his father's plaything.

I had seen Trick off and on since he had started at Mizzou. I went to most of the football games with his father, and we usually saw Trick before or after each game, whether for dinner or for a trip for supplies to Wal-Mart. Trick was always very kind to me during those visits. Exceedingly so. 

Although it was 27 degrees, Trick sauntered toward my car in gold mesh shorts, a black Mizzou tank top, a scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, and flip flops. His hair was long and pinned on top of his head in a fashinonable man bun. He had not shaved for a few days. He looked like Jon Snow from GoT, only younger and with more hair on his chest. He was what I would call a hipster (I am not sure what his generation called it). He carried a six pack of Natural Light in one hand, a pillow in the other, and had small duffel bag over his shoulder that he carelessly tossed in the back seat.

His black tank top was tight, so it showed off every ripple a 21 year old college athlete with nothing but time to train has. It also revealed his round shoulders, long biceps, and hairy chest. It was the good kind of hairy, straight and thick, but not overgrown.

His gold mesh shorts were baggy, as was the style. His hairy legs were thick. His feet were athletic and well-maintained. But, what I noticed most were his hands. They were big and masculine with perfect nails, trimmed nicely and with full half moons at the base. I could imagine those hands roaming over me. It was going to be a distracting drive.

Once he was settled in my car, he looked at me and smiled. He oozed cool. And sex. 

He popped a Natural Light and offered me one. I declined.

"I'm driving."

"So?"

He was carefree and careless. He took a long swig and reclined his chair, tucking his pillow behind his head. It was hard not to stare at him. He reached down, pulled his junk up, and closed his legs. His dick lolled to the left. It was impressive. It looked free, unconstrained even by boxers. And, I was pretty sure he caught me looking at it.

About 30 minutes outside of Columbia, Trick started shifting in his seat. When I glanced over, it was clear he was "road hard." It was also clear he did not care that I knew, as he did nothing to conceal it. I stared at it out of the corner of my eye. It was impressive.

We drove on in silence. He broke it at the Marshall/Sedalia interchange.

"Can I ask you a question," he asked.

"Another one?"

"That's lame. Don't be lame. I know you're not lame, so don't be lame."

Chastened, I told him to "fire away."

"When did you switch from chicks to dicks?"

I was taken aback by his question. And by the casual way he asked it. I answered, "When I was a little older than you."

"What made you switch?"

"I didn't really 'switch.' I always knew I preferred . . . dicks, to use your word. Even as a little boy, I flipped right past the women's underwear section of the Penney's and Sears' catalogs and went right to the men's section. I was thrilled to see a man in tight white underwear. Or a tight baseball uniform. I knew what I was. It just took me a while to accept it. A long while. I was Catholic. It was a different time. You weren't celebrated for being gay. You were ostracized. Or worse. So, I pretended to be something I was not. I hurt a few girls along the way, including one very sweet girl I dated after I started dating guys. I should't have involved her in my turmoil, but I did. It was selfish and self-centered of me, and I broke her heart."

"Times were different then, man. Today, no one cares. You can sleep with whoever you want. No one cares if you're gay or straight or both or neither. At least people my age don't. . . . Mind if I smoke?"

"Yes, I mind. I don't want my car to smell like cigarette smoke."

"I don't smoke cigarettes."

"You want to smoke pot in my car?"

"Sure. The beer's gone."

I looked at the floor. Sure enough, six empty cans were at his feet. I am not sure how I'd missed him downing one after another.

"Aren't your parents going to be pissed if you show up reeking of beer and pot?"

"I'm not really into whether they'll be pissed or not. It's the off-season. I have to be an angel in the Spring. I'm a devil in the Fall." 

I was ambivalent about Trick smoking pot in my car. But, I would have had a tough time keeping anything he wanted from him at that point. So, I relented.

He reached in his duffel, grabbed a baggie, and expertly rolled a joint. Once he lit it, he took a deep, long hit and held it in as long as he could before rolling down the window and politely blowing it outside the car. He took two more before he offered the joint to me. I declined.

"I'm still driving."

"I'm still at 'So,'" he said, as he took the joint back and took another deep, long hit. By Lexington, he had it gone. By Odessa, he had another hard on, which his mesh shorts betrayed. I could clearly see the outline of him, including the head. I decided to inquire.

"Why aren't you wearing underwear?"

"I don't like underwear. I prefer the freedom of freeballing. Actually, I prefer the freedom of nudity. I'm naked whenever I can be."

"Doesn't your roommate mind?"

"No, not a bit," Trick replied, winking at me as he did. "I think he quite enjoys it."

Trick's roommate was Mizzou's shortstop, a lean, muscular African-American kid that everyone expected to get drafted the following Spring. His name was Raylan, and he and Trick were far and away the best players among the Tigers' current crop. Trick was good. Raylan was great. And, he was built like a brick shithouse. He looked like he had been chiseled from rock.

Trick pulled his tank top up and used it to wipe his face. When he did, I noticed that his long, straight chest hair concentrated in a trail through his navel and into his shorts. 

"You don't trim?" I asked. Everyone did now, even straight guys, except maybe Nev Shulman, the odd guy from that Catfish thing. Trick was not nearly as hairy as Nev, but he was pretty hairy.

"Nah, I like my hair. Most of the team trims, but I don't. They say it makes you look bigger, but I don't need to look bigger. I'm plenty big."

My mouth went dry. From what I had seen during the drive, it was clear he was not exaggerating. But, it struck me as odd that he was being so forward and open about it.

We drove on in silence. Just west of Blue Springs, I asked Trick if he had a girlfriend.

"Nah. We don't really do that anymore. We hook up, but we don't label it 'dating' or 'boyfriend' or 'girlfriend'."

"Do you have a regular hook up?"

"I get more than my share," he said, hitting the "more" hard. "But, I don't focus on anyone in particular."

When we got to Trick's house, he popped a big piece of cinnamon bubble gum in his mouth, dripped Visine in each of his eyes, and thanked me for the ride. I watched his round, athletic ass as he walked to the house. He stopped, turned his head, and caught me watching. He returned to the car and waited for me to roll down the window.

"You in town this weekend?" he asked.

"Yep. I am headed to my sister's tomorrow, but I'll be back Friday morning."

"You wanna get high Friday afternoon?"

I was tempted. I had not gotten high since law school, 25 years earlier. Trick's wink resolved my temptation.

"Sure."

"See you Friday, then," he said, sauntering back toward the house, his bag slung casually over his shoulder. As I watched him, I felt like a predator. Or prey. I just was not sure which.

(Part Two)

Trick knocked on my door at 3:30 on Friday afternoon. I had been waiting since 1, when I had finished furtively cleaning the house and myself. I knew I was being ridiculous; I was acting like I was having a date over for dinner for the first time.

I wanted to look casual and indifferent. No hair product. A loose t-shirt. Gym shorts. But, no matter how hard I tried, I still looked like I was trying. When I looked in the mirror, Anderson Cooper stared back at me. I had been graying since I was 30; at 46, I was silver. I kept myself in reasonable shape, but my middle showed that I drank too much wine and didn't do enough abdominal work. 

I had never been cool. I was not going to start today. I looked like I was trying too hard when I wasn't trying at all.

Trick stunned me when I opened the door. A plastic headband held his hair away from his face, which still was not shaved. He had that same scarf wrapped around his neck, had on the same blank tank top, and had on loose, ripped jeans that were tight enough to show off his body but loose enough to look casual and old. 

He looked like the lead singer of a rock band. He oozed coolness and indifference and sex as he nodded and sauntered past me. He moved with the complete, unfettered confidence of a big penis. My freshman year college roommate had the same confidence. He was average looking, but he owned the room when he walked in. He was swinging a weapon, he knew it, and his demeanor betrayed it. 

My dick was a little better than fine, 6.5 inches when hard, but nice looking. But, I moved like it was small. I lived with the diffidence of someone who never quite measured up, for whatever reason. I had since I could remember. I was short (only 5'7", stretched out completely), I sat in the front row, I was never late, and I was always harried. I was the opposite of Trick.

Trick plopped down on the sofa, pulled a bong out of his bag, and prepared to fire it up. I was surprised he moved right to that. I went to the kitchen and poured us two glasses of vodka, adding a bit of Sprite to his and a bit of ice to mine. I returned to the living room to see him take a big hit. 

I put Trick's drink in front of him, and he downed half of it. He then unwound the scarf from around his neck and tossed it at me. "Yours to keep," he said. "A souvenir."

"Of what?"

"Our first date."

I was stunned. I had not considered that this could be a date. Sure, the questions about "when did you switch" during the car ride had me wondering, but there was a chasm between wondering whether Trick was gay and thinking he was gay and interested in me.

He then pulled the black tank top over his head, baring his hairy, muscled chest. "I hope you don't mind," he said." "But, I packed poorly. I have only the tank, and it's a little tight."

"I can get you a shirt."

"You can if you want, I guess. But, I'm happy without one."

I liked the view of Trick's hairy chest and path to paradise, so I casually ignored my offer. He offered me the bong, and I took it. We spent the next hour drinking vodka and smoking pot. By 5, I was drunk and high. So was Trick.

"You hungry?" I asked.

"Headed there. Pot makes me hungry . . . and horny."

"We can solve your hunger problem," I said, as I headed to the kitchen. Trick followed. I got out my wok, got out chicken and vegetables, and started cutting it all up for a stirfry. Trick moved in to help, and his assistance was titillating. I may have been too attentive, but it seemed like he touched my arms or back or shoulders every chance he could. 

I poured more drinks. Trick retrieved the bong from the living room. We drank and smoked while we cooked. I was lost by the time I served the stirfry. And, I no longer wanted food. I wanted something else.

Halfway through dinner, Trick stood up, unbuttoned his jeans, and stepped out of them. As opposed to our drive two days before, he was wearing underwear, red boxer briefs that betrayed everything they were supposed to conceal. I looked at him, and my mouth went dry.

Again, I felt both like predator and prey.

I was not the predator.

Trick sat back down. "That's better," he said as he resumed eating. When he was finished, he got the bong again, took a huge hit, walked toward me, and lowered his face to mine. I was not sure what was happening when he cupped his hand around the back of my neck, placed his lips to mine, opened his mouth, and exhaled all the smoke he had been holding into my mouth. 

His lips were soft but firm. Initially taken aback, I recovered in time to breathe the smoke in. Trick's lips did not leave mine. His tongue entered my mouth. I masked my surprise by letting my tongue meet his. We kissed, for the first time. When the kiss was over, I let the smoke escape my lungs.

I was not sure what was going on, but I was sure what I wanted to be going on. All of my self-control was being challenged and eroding.

I got up and started to clean the kitchen. Trick got up and helped. While I was washing the wok, Trick reached around me from behind and kissed the back of my neck. I finally got it. Somehow, someway, this hot 21 year old all-SEC baseball player wanted me. I turned around. He lowered his face to mine and kissed me again. I kissed him back, moving my hands up and down his smooth, hairless back. As the kiss endured, I moved my hands to his chest. We kept kissing.

It was an awesome kiss. I wanted it to go on and on, although I felt shitty that it was happening. I knew his father/my best friend/my former lover would hate that kiss with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns, but I also knew I'd have ceded that friendship to that kiss every time. It was that magical.

When the kiss was over, Trick pulled back and looked at me. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he said.

I was gobsmacked. "Really?" I asked.

"Yep. Since I was a kid, and I watched you play ball with my dad. The way you moved. The way you smiled. The way you talked to me, like you really cared about what I had to say. The way you treated me like an equal, not like a kid. I wanted you. I just didn't know it."

"You were a kid."

"A kid with a hard on. I jacked off thinking of you all through high school."

"You should have had better fantasies. I'm an old man."

"You're an older man. Which is hot. And which I like. A lot."

He lowered his mouth to mine again. We kissed for a long time. I could not believe what was happening. Trick was 21 and as hot as he could be. I was 46 and had gone fallow. I was living a fantasy, but it was fraught.

We kissed and kissed and kissed. I wanted to stop, but couldn't. I had not made out with someone for at least a decade. I was 46 going on 16. I was at a high school party, surprised to be kissing the BMOC.

As we kissed, Trick pressed his body to mine. I could feel his hard-on against my stomach. I wanted him, but I knew I could not have him. He was my best friend's son. He was less than half my age. 

He pressed into me. My arms around him, I pulled him into me as hard as I could.

He broke the kiss and whispered "I want to fuck you" into my forehead. I wanted him to fuck me. So much. But, I knew he shouldn't.

"Trick, that's not going to happen."

"Why not?"

"Your dad would kill me."

"He's not going to watch."

"Still."

"And I'm not going to tell him."

"Still."

Trick kissed me again. I kissed him back. I had to, even if it was wrong. Our tongues twirled. He tasted of pot and beer and stirfry. His whiskers tickled my face. His hard-on tried to pierce my stomach.

"Are you sure I can't fuck you?"

"I am. I'm not sure what this is, but I need to take it slow and steady."

"I'm 21. Slow and steady really isn't my thing." 

We parted again.

"Where do your parents think you are?" I asked.

"I'm 21. I don't tell them where I'm going when I go."

"You should probably go. I'm not strong enough for you to stay."

"I don't want you to be strong. I'm horny. I want you to make me come."

"I can't do that."

"Then, I'm going to make myself come."

Trick slipped back into his jeans and headed toward the door. I followed him. At the door, he kissed me gently and whispered, "you're going to regret letting me leave more than you'd have regretted letting me stay." 

I knew he was right. But, I let him leave anyway.

(Part Three)

My doorbell rang at 7 the next morning. I had not slept well and was groggy as I pulled on sweatpants and an old sweatshirt and headed downstairs. I opened the door and was unsurprised to see Trick pacing on the porch, covered in sweat. He had been running, and he was stopping by my house on his way back to his.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I was running by and decided to stop to see if I was right?"

"About what?"

"Your regret." He smiled as he said it.

"Short term, sure. Long term, I dunno."




My Married Friend's Son



"I jacked off when I got home. I thought of you as I did. You were kissing me."

"Is that all I was doing?"

"I like kissing . . . . A lot," he said. With that, he moved toward me and leaned down to kiss me again. I turned my head. He pulled back, and looked hurt. 

"No, it's not that. I just have not brushed my teeth yet. Morning breath."

He said, "I don't care about that" as he moved his face back toward mine again. We kissed long and deep. Of course, I got hard, and my sweatpants were not effective in concealing it.

Trick said, "I like the way you taste." Then, he put his hands on my shoulders and chest and back. "And the way you feel."

"I'm old enough to be your father," I warned.

"I'm old enough to be your boyfriend," he said, hopefully.

"I doubt that."

"We'll see."

"Trick," I asked, "have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"No, not really."

"Are you even sure you're gay?"

"No, not really. But, I'm trending. My fantasies once I started jacking off included both women and men, including you. I've fucked a lot of women, including recently. I've only fucked one man."

I raised my eyebrows.

"My roommate, Raylan," he answered.

"Are you two together?"

"No, we're just friends . . . with benefits. We've been roommates since we started at Mizzou. Raylan told me after our freshman year that he's gay, which I kind of knew. I mean, he's hot as shit, he never talked about a woman, and he never brought a woman home. Not once. And, he'd be gone overnight, but not tell me shit about where he was or who he was with, which was weird until I figured out why. 

"Knowing Raylan is gay, I was surprised and a little disappointed he never made a move on me. I wanted him to, if for no other reason than to find out if I really had any interest in guys. One night last Winter, it was cold as shit, and we were hanging out in our room, smoking pot and talking. As usual, we were naked. I opened some mixed porn on my iPad. We got hard watching it. We were leg to leg and shoulder to shoulder. Without saying a word, he leaned down, took me in his mouth, and gave me the best blow job I'd ever had. The next night, I stripped down, stood in front of him, and asked him for another one. After that, I did not have to ask. It was just understood that Raylan was going to blow me whenever I wanted him to. 

"After a few weeks, it seemed shitty that I was getting awesome blow jobs and all he was getting was to jack himself off while he blow me. So, I offered to blow him. He walked me through it. I did it. It was okay, but I did not love it. In part, because he's so fucking big it's hard to take and, once in, to hold. 

"One night, he pulled off my dick and asked me to fuck him. I had been thinking about asking to do it, so I jumped at the chance. I've been fucking him on and off since."

"Has he fucked you?"

"No. Like I said, his dick is huge. It would split me in two. And, he's a total bottom."

"Doesn't he want to be your boyfriend?"

"Like I said, we don't really label things. And, it's not there for me. Don't get me wrong, I love Raylan, and I enjoy the hell out of sexing with him. But, it's just not there. He's still a kid, and, if I am going to be with a man, I want to be with a man. It may sound selfish, but I want someone who has been through shit and can help me through shit, not someone as clueless as I am."

"You have a daddy complex?"

"Nah, I've just always preferred the company of adults. Even in high school, I'd much rather hang out with my dad and his friends than with people my own age. I'm still that way."

While Trick was talking, I had made coffee and started breakfast.

"You want coffee or breakfast?"

"Nah, I'm gonna run home. But, I'll take dinner."

"Tonight?"

"Yep. 5?"

"Sure." Trick headed toward the door, stopped, came back, and said, "By the way, tonight's a date, so be prepared."

*****

I was giddy all day. I bought steaks and flowers. I shaved and manscaped my junk (I naturally had no chest hair and very little body hair). I tweezed hairs out of my ears and trimmed my nose hairs and eyebrows. 

When the doorbell rang right at 5, I felt like I had on my first prom night, oh so many years ago. I was nervous and excited, anxious. 

When I opened the door, Trick stood there with a bottle of wine in one hand and flowers in the other. He had his hair pulled back in a pony tail, and he was wearing jeans and a crisp white shirt that was too big for him. It was clearly his father's. I held the door open for him, and he kissed me on the forehead as he walked past me.

"These are for you," he said, offering both the wine and the flowers.

"Thank you. Would you like some wine?"

"Sure."

I went to the kitchen, put the flowers in a vase, and opened a bottle of cabernet I had dug out of the cellar for this date. When I returned to the living room with two glasses, Trick was on the couch, flip flops off, with his feet on the ottoman. I have a bit of a thing for feet, and his were awesome, strong and athletic. 

But, Trick seemed uncomfortable about something. He was sitting awkwardly and stiffly.

"Are you nervous?"

"No, not at all."

"Then what's up? You seem uncomfortable."

"I am. This shirt has starch in it, and it sucks."

I laughed. "Trick, it's a nice gesture, but you don't have to be dressed up. Be comfortable. You want me to get you a different shirt?"

Trick was unbuttoning the white shirt and pulling it over his head before I finished.

"Nah, I have my tank on underneath. Plus, I'm 6-4. You're what, 5-8? I seriously doubt your shirt would fit me." 

"I have some larger ones around here somewhere." I am not sure Trick knew it, but the larger shirts I had were relics, some from former lovers who left them when they left me, and some from strangers who forgot them as they hurried home.

We drank our wine. Trick did not say anything. He just stared at me and smiled. I broke eye contact first. As I did, I realized he was in charge. He was only 21, but he was dictating the moods and rhythms of whatever this was. The difference in our ages made me feel predatory, but the difference in our sureness made me feel like prey. 

We ate cross-legged on the living room floor. Our conversation was casual and easy. Trick was 21, but he did not act like it. As always (except when arguing about veggie tales), he was wise beyond his years, certainly more insightful and mature than I had been at 21. Or at 31.

Trick had started traveling for baseball without his parents at a very young age. And, while his teammates sat on the bus playing video games, Trick had his nose in erudite books. 

When he started singing opera in high school, that only accelerated his maturity. He was in voice classes with adults, and he then started teaching voice to adults. He had more in common and was more comfortable with parents than he had or was with friends.

When dinner was over, Trick said, "I have a great idea for dessert."

"Trick, this seems so random. I mean, out of happenstance I pick you up from school, and three days later . . . ." My voice trailed off.

"It was not so much out of happenstance. When dad said you were in St. Louis, I grabbed at the chance. He wanted to come down and get me for some 'one on one' time, but I wanted 'one on one' time with you. So, I convinced him it would be silly for him to drive 2 hours down and 2 hours back when I could just grab a ride with you as you drove through."

"I'm surprised."

"Why? I flirt with you at every football game."

"I thought you were just being friendly to your dad's friend."

"I was. But, I'm not that friendly. . . . Anyway, can I stay over tonight?"

I was tempted, in part because I was more than a little drunk. We were almost through our second bottle of wine, and I was pretty sure I was ahead of Trick. 

The sight of Trick did not ease the temptation. He had let his pony tail loose, and his long hair hung down to his shoulders. His tank hid little of his muscled body. His jeans hid little of his hard on. 

"I'll make you a deal," I offered. "You can stay over, but no sex. It's too soon for sex."

"It's not."

"It is for me. I am not sure I can ever have sex with you. I know I can't right now."

"I'll take the deal," he said as he stood, pulled his tank over his head, and took my hand to head upstairs. Once we were upstairs, Trick slipped out of his jeans and stood before me - hard - in only red boxer briefs. He looked like he was from the Underwear Expert.

I was still fully dressed when Trick started to remove his underwear. He read my mind.

"I sleep in the nude," he offered. "I have for a long time."

Trick's dick stood straight out in front of him. He took after his dad; it was long and thick and very pretty. His chest and navel hair led to a thick bush of hair above and around it. He had been right. He was plenty big. He didn't need to trim.

As I started to undress, I was not sure I was going to live up to the deal. I was human, after all, and not many gay humans that I knew would be able to resist a hot 21 year old naked and yearning in their bed.

I left my boxers on and climbed into bed. Trick climbed in beside me and immediately lowered his face to mine. I played with his chest hair as we kissed. Trick rubbed his strong hand over my smooth chest and stomach. We kissed for a long time. As we did, my resistance disintegrated. I reached for Trick's dick. As soon I had it in my hand, Trick moaned into my mouth, but then he grabbed my hand and pulled it away. 

"That's not part of the deal, remember? Roll over."

I did. Trick settled behind me and put his arm around me and his face into my hair. He inhaled deeply, kissed the back of my head, and said good night. I had tried to give in, like a child, to my wanton desires. Trick, who did not like the deal, held me to it.

(Part Four)

When I awoke at 2, Trick was still behind me, and his hard-on was still poking against my boxers. I knew what I wanted, my rationalizations notwithstanding. I rolled into Trick, and I put my mouth to his. He awoke to my kiss. 

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Shh," I responded. I clamped my mouth onto his. I kissed him hard. I then kissed his neck and his chest. I smelled his armpit. I licked his side. As I did, Trick rolled onto his back. I kissed his stomach and buried my face in his musky bush. I guided him into my mouth. His dick was amazing, thick and pretty and delicious. I moved over him and started to blow him. Trick spread his legs, so I moved to his balls and his taint. I sucked one and then licked the other. I buried my tongue where his legs met his groin. When Trick raised his legs, I moved toward his ass and started to rim him. He was clean, but musky. Trick moaned as I ate his ass, moved back to his taint, to his balls, and finally to his dick.

Trick was going to let me do whatever I wanted. I slowly sucked him. When I felt his balls clench, I backed off and let his orgasm recede. Relentlessly, I brought him close, and then let him go. As I felt Trick's balls clench again, I heard him urge me to "let me come." I kept going. Trick's hands were in my hair as he drove himself deeper into my mouth. He gasped as he came, filling my mouth. I swallowed and kept at him until he could not take anymore. When I was done, I laid my head on his stomach and slowly teased his softening dick. Trick had his hands in my hair and whispered, "That was awesome." I fell back asleep with my head on his stomach.

When I awoke again, it was 7. I yawned and wiped my mouth. My head was still on Trick's stomach, and his hard-on was right in my face.

Trick's hand moved in my hair. I raised up and looked at him. He smiled and said, "Good morning, welcher."

"Welcher?"

"Yep, you welched on the deal."

"Oh. Yes, I did."

"Let's welch some more," Trick said as he rolled to his side. I moved parallel to him, and he kissed me. We kissed for a long time. As we did, my hands ran through his chest hair and his stomach hair and over his long, sinewy muscles. Trick was so hot it made no sense to me that he was in this bed at this moment with me.

Trick broke the kiss with another "I want to fuck you." I relented and said, "I want you to fuck me."

Trick maneuvered me onto my back and moved over me. He pressed his dick to me as he lowered his face to mine. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Insist on it."

"Fuck me," I said.

"Beg for it."

"Please please please fuck me," I begged.

"Okay, now that you've begged for it."

I grabbed a condom and lube out of my nightstand and readied us both. Returning to my back, I raised my legs and guided him toward my opening. When he entered me, I gasped. Trick was inexperienced, despite his efforts with Raylan. He grabbed my hips, held me still, and pushed in past my sphincter, not waiting for me to adjust. I gasped as he buried himself in me. I was experienced, but I was not used to receiving it all in one fell swoop.

Trick lowered his face to mine as he slid in and out of me. I hooked my legs around his as I locked my tongue with his. I matched his rhythm with my ass. There was no learning curve. We were sexing for the first time like we had been sexing for a long time.

Before long, Trick's chest hair was wet with sweat. When he hit my prostate, I cried out. Trick held the angle and started to work my prostate. I came without touching myself, covering my chest and stomach. Trick immediately let loose. He bucked as he came, staring into my eyes and smiling as he did. When he was done, he collapsed onto me, smearing my cum between us. He relaxed into me, spent. I put my arms around him and squeezed as hard as I could. 

Trick raised up and looked at me. "I'm so happy," he said.

"Me, too."

"Happy enough to let me be your boyfriend?"

"I don't know. Can we take it slow and wait and see?"

"I doubt it. I'm not a 'slow' guy, and I'm 21. I really have not developed a 'wait and see' approach to life."

He kissed me.

"Plus, I am going to be in love with you soon, if I'm not already. When you're in love, you don't want to go slow or wait and see."

"Slow down. It's a little early to talk about love."

"Not really. I've known you all my life. It's not early at all."

He kissed me again. I kissed back as hard as I could. As I did, I silently told Trick I was going to be in love with him soon, too, that I did not want to wait and see, either, and that I was ready for whatever this was or was going to be. When the kiss was over, Trick signaled that he understood all that our kiss had said. 

"This is going to be awesome," he said.

He was right.

(Part Four)

We got up and made breakfast together. I was conflicted. I felt awful for having had sex with my friend's son. But, I also felt awesome for having sex with my friend's son.

"Drive me back to school today."

"What?"

"Drive me back to school today. I'm having a great time with you. I don't want it to end."

"Your parents won't like it."

"I'll take care of that. I'll tell them I'm catching a ride with a friend."

I was fixated. "Okay. What time do you want me to get you?"

"I'm going to stay here until it's time to go. Then, we can swing by my house, get my stuff, and head out."

"I have to live here once you're gone."

"That's right. You have to live here, and you can't live here if you let others determine your path. Focus on us, and let the rest sort itself out."

"Who are you?" I asked, incredulous at the life lessons coming at me from a 21 year old.

"I'm me."

"Right, but you're like 21 going on Plato or Socrates."

"Nope, I'm just a guy who sets a course and then follows it and lets the rest work itself out."

"It's not that easy."

"Sure it is. You want it to be hard, but it's not. And, that scares you."

"Still, you should go home, spend some time with your parents, and then have them drop you at a friend's house. Text me where, and I'll pick you up."

"Okay. Plan on picking me up at 2. We'll drive to CoMo, you can buy me dinner, meet Raylan, see our apartment, and get back home before you turn into a pumpkin."

"I'll see you at 2."

Trick kissed me and then sauntered out. He walked with confidence and coolness, neither hurried nor lazy. 

I picked him up right at 2, and we headed to CoMo. We talked throughout the two hour trip. But, it was not the talk of an adult and a 21 year old. It was the talk I would have had with his father, my best friend. 

Over dinner, I raised the subject of Raylan and what Trick was going to tell him.

"Why do you think I need to tell him anything?"

"Well, isn't he going to wonder if you stop having sex with him."

"I guess I'm not sure why you think I'm going to stop having sex with him."

I was stunned. Based on the morning, I had made assumptions that Trick seemed not to share.

Trick read the look on my face and offered his explanation. "This is probably a generational thing. To me, sex can be just that, sex. It can be more, but it doesn't have to be. Sex with Raylan is just sex. We're friends. When we're horny, we help each other. It's better than masturbating, but that's really all it is. To me, it's the same emotionally as masturbating. You wouldn't me not to jack off. So, just think of it as me jacking off."

Again, I felt like the 21 year old receiving wisdom from an elder. I was not sure that Trick was right or that I could embrace his view, but it seemed like a more mature, healthy view of sex than I had. In my generation, sex was imbued with meaning. It could not be just a physical release. If it was, then you were a whore.

"Look," he said, "I don't expect you to be celibate when I'm down here. I just want you not to date anyone. I'm not going to. . . . Plus, I need to practice. You're way ahead of me on this same-sex thing. I need to get better at it. And, practice makes perfect."

That seemed settled and simple. I had nothing to fear from Raylan. And, now I was going to meet him.

When we got to the apartment, Raylan was wearing only white gym shorts. The contrast with his dark skin was sharp, and he was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen in person. He was a little shorter than Trick, but built way better.

"Hey, Patty," Raylan said as we walked in.

"Hey, Ray-Ray, this is Chris. Chris, this is Raylan. Ray-Ray, to me. George to the rest of the team."

Raylan hopped up and crossed the room to shake my hand, smiling. I felt like I was meeting Trey Songz. 

Extending his hand, he said "Chris, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Patty over the years."

I was surprised. I was curious as to how "my father's best friend" worked its way into the conversation of 19, 20, or 21 year olds.

"Come on," Trick said, "I'll show you the rest of the apartment."

When we got to his room, I asked "George?" wondering if it was "George" from The Jeffersons (there were not many minorities on the Tiger baseball team).

Trick called out behind him. "Hey, Ray-Ray, come tell Chris why the team calls you George."

Raylan came to the door laughing. "So, George Foster was a slugger for the Big Red Machine in the 1970s. George intimidated pitchers with a big black bat. I have a big black bat. It intimidates all the guys on the team."

Trick joined Raylan's laughter. I knew they were not talking about the bats Raylan used in the batter's box.

Once we were alone, Trick pinned me to the door and started kissing me. As he did, he unbuttoned my shirt and my jeans and started kissing and licking down my body. I gasped when he took me in his mouth and started blowing me. He took me to the base and held me in his throat before he used his hands on my hips to move me in and out of his mouth. I came quickly. Trick did not swallow, instead spitting the cum into his hand and then going to his bathroom to rinse it down the sink. When he returned I had buttoned my jeans and my shirt.




My Married Friend's Son



"Sorry," he said, "but I have not developed a taste for it yet."

I laughed. He was apologizing for not swallowing, which seemed odd. Swallowing was the exception, not the rule. At least in my experience.

He seemed puzzled. "Isn't the proper etiquette to swallow?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"I want to. Next time, I'll swallow yours. No one else's. Just yours." Apparently, Trick was going to differentiate between me and Raylan or whomever by swallowing. I may have been rationalizing, but the differentiation made sense to me at that moment.

"Raylan's going to wonder what we're doing in here."

"He knows. I texted him that you were bringing me down and would be spending the night."

"I'm spending the night?"

"Yes."

"And, he knows what we're up to?"

"He knows I've wanted you for a long time. And, he's probably out there jacking that big black bat of his thinking about what we're up to in here."

Trick drew a bath, and I fixated on "a long time." It was strange to imagine myself as the object of a young man's fantasies.

While we were in the tub, I decided to explore Trick's existence a little deeper.

"So, I need to understand where you are. At your core, do you think you're gay?"

"On a scale of 1-10, I'm a 6 or a 7. If I had to choose right now, I'd choose to fuck a guy over a woman. That may change. It may not. Who knows? Right now, I prefer a man's body to a woman's. I like the firmness and the muscles. But, I'm not at all averse to fucking women. I suspect I'll keep doing it, if nothing else than for reputational capital."

"Do you like sucking dick?"

"It's okay. But, it's also not great. I'm not very good at it, and I don't really want to be. I'll do it, but I'm not enthusiastic about it. I'm not like Ray-Ray. He's an absolute addict. I think he'd rather suck a dick than breathe air."

"I have never known a gay guy who did not love sucking dick."

"I know, right? Maybe I'll develop a taste for it, so to speak."

"I think it's a control thing."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I like the power it gives me, the feeling of complete control over the other guy's pleasure, the cause and effect of it."

"I've never thought of that way."

"Try. It may change your enjoyment level."

We relaxed, staring at each other. Trick closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. He had a slight smirk on his face, which I realized was almost always there. It was mischievous and sexy. 

I was not sure what to think. It was one thing to date a 21 year old. It was a whole other thing to date the 21 year old son of my best friend, with whom I used to be in love and for whom I still pined. 

"I was in love with your dad."

"No shit."

"Was it that obvious?"

"Yes. The only one who didn't know was him. He's too straight to imagine that."

I wanted to tell him his dad was more crooked than he thought, but discretion prevailed. I stayed silent.

"Have you thought about what your dad will say if you tell him you are 60-70% gay?"

"No. One, it's none of his business. Two, I don't care. I'm me. I'm gonna live my life for me. Not for him. He can live his life for him."

"Okay. Have you thought about what your dad will say if he finds out we had sex?" I asked.

"No. But, that, too, is none of his business. And, I don't care what he thinks."

I did. I wanted to get out of the tub and leave, wracked by pangs of guilt. I was dissuaded by Trick's muscled foot in my crotch.

We climbed out of the tub. I dried Trick off, slowly soaking in every inch of him.

My forehead hit his chin, so I kissed his neck. I lowered my face to his nipples. When I licked his right nipple, he moaned and immediately got hard. He noticed that I noticed.

"I like nipple play."

I sucked his nipple and started jacking him off.

"Oh my God. That feels so good."

I focused on his nipple and his dick. As I did, Trick pushed my face toward his dick. I licked my thumbs and rubbed his nipples as I took him in my mouth.

"Oh my God. I'm gonna come," he cried.

He did, deep into my throat. I swallowed all he gave me. 

"That was awesome. I've never tried playing with my nipples during a blow job. Now, I'm not sure I'll ever not."

We climbed into bed. We faced each other. I put my hand to his chest and traced his muscles with my fingertip. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. We made out, like we were in college. Which he was. 

I moved my hands to his groin, and he moved his hands to mine. We fondled each other as we kissed. I was turned on. Soon, Trick was, too, which was one of the great things about being with someone less then half your age: the bounceback. I rolled Trick onto his back and moved over him. I lowered myself onto him, using his chest as leverage. I went down as far as I could. I felt Trick's hair against my ass. 

"Don't I need a condom?" he asked.

"No," I insisted. I wanted to feel him inside me, not a late sheath.

I worked Trick to the edge and then turned him back. When he had ebbed, I again worked him to the edge. When he was about ready, I stilled and edged him off again. I was working him, and he was vexed by the experience. Finally, he announced he needed to come. I obliged. I sat down on him and milked him with my ass. I felt him come inside me. He gasped and again stared at me as he did. When he was done, I lowered my face to his.

I buried my head in his cheek. "This is going to change who you are."

"I doubt it. But, it may confirm who I am."

Again, Trick was ahead of me. I was older and supposedly wiser, but I was following.

(Part Five)

When I woke up, it was Monday morning, and I was in love. I was not going to tell Trick, but I knew I was. I had not been in a long time, and I was thrilled. Life is more worth living when you are in love, when you are giddy to hear someone's breath or voice, to see their face, to feel their touch. 

Trick was still asleep, and I was watching him. He even slept beautifully, peaceful and untroubled. I put my head on his shoulder and tried to figure out how this would work. He was 21. I was 46. We lived 200 miles apart. He was a student. I was a professional. He was just starting out. I was peaking (if I had not already peaked). He was my best friend's son. I was his dad's best friend. The situation was fraught. The deck was stacked, and it was not in our favor. I was troubled.

Trick woke up and rolled toward me. He kissed my forehead and said "I'm happy you're here."

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm glad it's not a dream."

I buried my face in his chest. He squeezed me tight. 

I pulled away, looked at the clock, started out of bed, and said, "I should probably get going."

"I want you to stay."

"I can't."

"I'll let you fuck me if you stay."

I froze and looked at Trick.

"Have you ever been fucked?"

"Nope. I want you to be my first."

There was no way I was leaving. I cared about my work, but I was no fool. I kissed Trick.

"Do you have lube?"

"No, but I bet Ray-Ray does," he said. Before I could protest, Trick hopped out of bed, walked naked through his door and disappeared into the apartment. He returned shortly with lube, but no condom.

"I should wear a condom."

"No need. I trust you. Plus, I don't have any, and Ray-Ray's certainly won't fit you. . . . How do you want to do this?"

"You should lay on your stomach."

He did. He pushed his legs apart, exposing himself. I lowered my face to him and started to rim him. He writhed as I did.

"Jesus, that feels good."

I kept eating. I pushed my tongue in. He pushed back against me. I pushed a finger in. He tensed.

"Shhhh. Relax."

I made small circles with my finger, trying to open him up. He was needy.

"I'm ready. Fuck me."

I poured lube in his crack and on my hard-on. I coated both. I straddled him and pressed into him.

"I'll go slow. But, tell me if I'm hurting you. I don't want to hurt you."

"Stop talking and fuck me."

I pressed against his virgin hole. He was slow to yield.

"Trick, you have to relax."

"I can't. Just do it. I can take it."

I pressed against his virgin hole again. He started to yield, and my head pressed forward. It slipped past the gate, and Trick inhaled. I waited, then used my hands to massage his back and ass. He relaxed, and I pushed in some more. When he tensed, I stopped and massaged him some more. When I relaxed, I pushed the rest of the way in. I was buried in him. I wanted to buck like mad, but I knew it would hurt him. I would not hurt him. So, I resisted and again massaged him. I lowered myself onto him so our bodies were touching head to toe. My face was next to his.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yes. . . . Actually, I'm more than okay. I'm awesome."

"You ready?"

"Absolutely."

I hooked my arms under his and started to move in and out of him, as slow as I could. He was so tight, I was not going to last long. I suspected he did not want me to.

I was trying to control myself, but I was struggling. I wanted to pound him. I raised up, changing the angle. When I did, I hit his prostate, or assumed I did, because he responded with an "oh" and a "holy shit" and then spread his legs wider.

"Trick, I'm gonna come."

"Okay."

I did, arching my back as I unloaded into him. When I was finished, I lowered myself to him, again ensuring that our bodies touched head to toe. He turned his face to mine, and I kissed him as best I could. We were both sweaty. 

I pulled out of him and flopped to my side. 

"What do I do now?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what happens to what's inside me?"

I forgot I was dealing with a neophyte. "Oh, go sit on the toilet." 

He got up to to head to the bathroom. "Come with me," he said.

It was an odd request, but I'd have done anything he asked at that point. I followed him to the bathroom. While he cleansed, I ran a shower. I was halfway done when he joined me. We washed each other.

When we were finished, we dried separately. I do not know what he was thinking, but I was thinking about our impending separation and wondering how, in a mere 5 days, something unexpected had become something essential. He was the first to speak.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," he said.

I was surprised and happy. I decided to one up him.

"I know I'm falling in love with you," I responded.

"Will you come see me next weekend?"

"Sure."

As I drove home, I smiled. I could not stop smiling.

As I exited 70 at Van Brunt, I received a text. "Turn around."

I generally did not text and drive. But, I did.

"Can't."

"Come down after work today."

"OK."

I finished my two hour drive back to Kansas City and went to my office. I worked until six and then headed back to CoMo. I would arrive at 8, about 13 hours after I had left. I would be there only 10 hours. But, I was sure it would be worth it. I was right.

(Part Six)

When I arrived, Trick was lounging on the couch with Raylan, smoking pot and watching re-runs of Breaking Bad. Trick was wearing only boxer briefs (red, of course; as a Cardinals fan, it was all he owned), and Raylan was wearing only bright yellow bikinis that did nothing to hide his big bat. His briefs were straining, and he was obviously hard. If I had taken a picture, I could have sold it to Queerty or Towerload. It was a stunning display of interracial sex appeal. 

Trick hopped up when I walked in, walked over to me, and kissed me hard on the mouth. "I'm glad you came back," he said, moving my hand to his hardening dick. "See?" he asked.

I was self-conscious with Raylan watching us. I pulled back from Trick to find Raylan rubbing his hard-on through his briefs. 

Trick took my hand and led me to his room. "G'night, Ray-Ray."

"G'night, boys."

Trick closed the door behind us and started to undress me. He kissed and licked my body as he did. When I was freed, he took me in his mouth. I watched as he sucked me. The visual of his firm, full lips working me was too much. I was not going to last long. 

Trick used his strong hands to move my hips in rhythm with his mouth. I was soon fucking his face, and my orgasm started to build in my balls. "I'm about to come," I warned, so Trick could pull off. He did not. He matched my quickening pace with his mouth. I started to gasp as I hit the back of his throat and my orgasm moved through my abdomen and into Trick's mouth, filling it. 

Trick kept going, milking every drop out of me until my I was so sensitive I had to force him to stop. Trick kissed and licked his way up my body until we were again mouth to mouth. I could taste the hint of me on his tongue as we made out, but only a hint. Trick had swallowed.

We sidled to the bed as we continued to kiss. I was quickly on my back, with my legs wide. Trick kissed and licked his way back down my body, through my groin, and to my opening. He started to rim me. I flinched when his tongue connected with me. I loved being eaten, almost more than anything else. I was quickly hard again. And dilated. I needed Trick to fill me.

"Fuck me."

"Say please."

"Now!" I demanded.

"Say please."

"Please!"

Trick moved over me, his thick dick pressing to my needy hole. I grabbed the lube I had seen on the nightstand and coated his dick with it. He slid in and started slowly fucking me. I was tingling from head to toe.

Trick was methodical. He would not speed up. He was not fucking me. He was making love to me, making it last for as long as he could.

Trick read my mind. "Ray-Ray and I jacked each other twice tonight. I wanted to make this last as long as I could."

I started stroking myself, the mental image of their jack-off session filling my mind as Trick filled my ass and started stroking my prostate. I came hard, covering my sweaty chest and stomach. Seeing and feeling me come pushed Trick over the edge. He grunted and filled me with his third orgasm of the day. When he finished, he collapsed onto me, covering my sweaty and soiled body with his. He buried his face in my neck and exhaled deeply. I wrapped my arms around him.

"I'm spent," he said.

I was, too. I was also sore, my ass aching from the pounding it had just taken, and my legs cramping from being spread for so long. Trick's breathing changed, and I realized he had dozed off. 

It had been a long time since I had been laid so deliberately. 

Trick was heavy on me, so I started to tickle his back. It worked, and he woke up. He kissed me when he did.

"We need to clean up." 

Trick rolled off me and headed to the shower. I followed. Trick kneeled in front of me, and I washed his hair. He washed my chest and stomach and crotch as I did. When he stood, I returned the favor. To my surprise, Trick got hard while I washed his groin. An opportunist, I took him in my mouth .

"I don't think I can come again," he said. That was fine with me. I didn't need him to come. I just wanted to taste him. I deep throated him, and he moaned as I did. When he started to match my rhythm and breathe raggedly, I knew he had been wrong and that I was going to get more than just to taste him. I slipped a soapy finger inside of him. His ass clenched around my finger just before he exploded into my throat. 

Trick slid down the wall and pulled me into him. We stayed like that, slumped together on the shower floor, spent.

"I'm not sure I can move," he said.

"We have to. We can't sleep in the shower."

I stood, exited the shower, and dried off. Trick stayed slumped on the floor, watching me. I turned the shower off and pulled him up. I dried him from head to toe, soaking in every inch of him as I did. I could not believe he was mine, but it was pretty clear he was.

Trick was still asleep when I dressed for my drive back. I kissed his forehead as I left. As I turned the handle on his bedroom door, he asked, "Are you coming back tonight?"

"I can't."

"Tomorrow night?"

"I can't. But, I can come down this weekend."

"For the whole weekend?"

"Sure."

"Great. I'll see you Friday. And, I'll call you when I get up."

"Okay."

As I pulled the door shut, Trick said, "Hey Chris?"

I stuck my head back in.

"I love you."

My eyes misted over. I walked over to him, sat on the edge of his bed, put my mouth to his, and whispered "I love you, too." 

I took my clothes back off. I decided work could and would wait as I slipped back into bed, buried my face in Trick's chest, and fell back asleep.

(Part 6)

Over coffee, we decided Trick would spend Christmas break with me. But, he would not tell his parents that; instead, he'd tell them he was staying at school to get in extra work and prepare for the season. He'd spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with them.

I returned to Kansas City to wait out Trick's finals. I was woefully lonesome for him. It was only two weeks, but it seemed like much more.

Raylan dropped Trick at my house as he headed to Wichita, his hometown, for the break. I wanted to know if anything had happened between the two of them the prior two weeks, but I also didn't. Ultimately, I decided not to ask, just assuming I wouldn't like the answer. 

We went immediately to bed. Trick was needy, and so was I. As fast as we could be, we were naked, and Trick was over me and pressing at me. I eagerly took him in. We were quickly in rhythm, Trick meeting me as I met him. It did not take long for Trick to rasp and come. 

Feeling him come inside me was all I needed. I quickly came, too, soaking my stomach and chest. To my surprise, Trick lowered himself to me when I was finished, covering me with his hard, rippled body.

We headed to the shower. Once there, I noticed that Trick had manscaped. His chest and stomach hair was tamer. His bush was shaped and tighter. His balls were smooth.

"You clippered?"

"Nope. Ray-Ray did it. We were bored studying, and one thing led to another. We thought you might like it."

I was disappointed, knowing Raylan had had access to Trick's naked chest and junk. I tried to hide my disappointment. "You look good. But, you looked good the other way, too."

"I don't think I'll keep it. I prefer the more natural look. And, I like being different from the rest of the team. But, I'll keep shaving my balls. I like them smooth."

"You shaved them yourself?"

"Sure. I'm not crazy. I'm not letting someone else near my balls with a razor."

I was a little relieved at that. I think.

In the shower, we slowly washed each other with our bare hands, exploring every crack and crevice. As Trick washed my legs and feet, he took my into his mouth and slowly, methodically sucked me. He took more of me into his throat than I remembered, and I wondered if he had been practicing on Raylan. The thought of Raylan in Trick's face was so hot my balls immediately started to clench and my orgasm raced from my abdomen into Trick's throat. He seemed not to notice and kept sucking me until I was dry and had to lean against the shower wall to catch my breath. 

Trick stood, lowered his face to mine, and kissed me. He shared my cum with me as he did. I swallowed some, and so did he.

As we stood under the water wrapped in each other, I broached the subject that was troubling me. "That was awesome. You been practicing?"

"No. Just doing some light online reading. Getting some hints on how to be better for you."

I didn't believe him. He was smart and (I was sure) a quick study, but it seemed impossible that he could have read about giving head and then put it into practice expertly the very first try. 

I dropped the subject and tried to look forward to the three weeks we were going to live together in my house. And, I returned to the internal debate I had been having with myself, namely whether to tell Trick about me and his dad. I didn't want to, but I figured he'd find out eventually, and I feared that waiting would make it a bigger thing than it would otherwise be. 




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. 




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."