Chapter 16 – Chapter 16

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.

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.