Chapter 15 – Chapter 15

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.