Chapter 13 – Chapter 13

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.