Chapter 12 – Chapter 12

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.