Chapter 11 – Chapter 11

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.

"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.