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Flip -- Chapter Ten
I got back to the house around 12:30; the rest of the gang hadn't made it back yet. I made a cup of Swiss Miss, turned on the tube and wrapped up in the throw blanket. I pulled it up by my face and I could smell Ryan on it. It was amazing how attached to him I'd become in just a couple of weeks. I watched some dumb game show until I they guys came in carrying boxes of pizza and bread sticks. I got up and joined them in the kitchen and we ate around the counter; we still hadn't retrieved the table out of storage. Ryan poured me a glass of (you guessed it) Mountain Dew.
As soon as they finished a couple of slices Bennie and Randy went outside and came back in with a beautiful live Christmas tree. That's what the house was missing. It was the 23rd and we hadn't even thought about decorating. Now, we definitely had to go back to the storage place, all my Christmas decorations were there. Bennie grabbed another piece of pizza and his truck keys, and we ran out to get the stuff. It was bitterly cold outside and southern boys are not used to 12° temperatures. It made us get the stuff from the storage unit faster though. We used a pallet jack and rapidly loaded the table, chairs and the boxes of lights and decorations and made tracks back to the warm house.
My grandmother's old dining table was solid oak with a center base about a foot thick. While it was a quick load with the pallet jack, it took all three men and a boy to get it off the truck and into the house. We managed to get it in place and went back for the rest. Bennie and I started polishing the table and chairs while Ryan and Randy sorted through the decorations to start on the tree. The round table had six matching chairs which we positioned around it as soon as each was polished and ready to go. I mentioned to Bennie that I could probably have left two of the chairs in storage since most of the time it was just going to be the four of us. Bennie told me to see how I liked it; we could always take them back later.
Laughter was coming from the living room. What's so funny? I yelled to them.
Ryan said Randy was telling him about Randolph the Brown-nosed Reindeer, the one who could run as fast as Rudolph, but couldn't stop as fast. He found it hilarious. I'd heard it so many times it was mildly amusing. They had most of the lights on the tree and were working on hanging ornaments. Me and Bennie joined, and we made quick work of it. I still had stuff in the boxes I'd bought on clearance for when I had a house, so it started coming out and going up. The living room was becoming very festive. Last of all, we hung the wreath on the front door.
My phone rang and I went into the kitchen to talk to my lawyer. He was telling me that paperwork was being sent to me for digital signatures. I went upstairs and got my iPad Pro out of my backpack and came back down and told Bennie and Randy to sign off on the new flip I just bought. This was kind of standard procedure for us, so they just signed on the zoomed-in lines, and I sent it back to the lawyer and went back to get another piece of cold pizza.
Randy was restless and was looking for small things to do all over the house. He's one of those people who can't stand to be still. I told him about my idea to build a shop and he sat down and stated drawing up plans. He didn't do that long either because Bennie reminded him, they had to meet his Uncle Dan's flight in Birmingham. That would take them a good two hours driving, so they took off leaving me and Ryan by ourselves. We sat and listened to Christmas music and watched the lights flicker on the tree. After a while, Ryan got up to get another piece of pizza. I thought I heard a car in turn into the driveway and got up to look outside. Ryan came running up beside me, still chewing. It was only about 4:45 but already so dark I couldn't tell who it was when they got out of the car. What looked like a man with a hoodie pulled tight to his head got out and started walking up the steps. I turned on the porch light and was hit with a shock; it was Kyle.
"Surprise!" Ryan said.
I opened the door and both Kyle and a blast of bitter cold air came in the house. He pulled the hoodie away from his head and it didn't look like he'd changed much since I'd seen his last -- just a little older. He looked so much like my mother with his long, chestnut brown hair and gray eyes. He had a full beard now, cropped neatly. He pulled the hoodie off and the reddish-brown hair on his stomach was showing. He pulled his tee shirt down and my eyes went to the tuft of hair coming out over the neck of the shirt; I couldn't tell you how many times I'd played with that. He had put on a little weight but I'm sure I had too. I saw Ryan staring at the thick hair all over his arms. Uncle Kyle was the very definition of a bear. I told him to come sit down with us; I even pulled the plastic off one of the chairs. When he sat down his tight jeans really accentuated his lump. Ryan's gaze seemed to have shifted to that now.
"So, you're Ryan?" he said.
"Yes, sir" Ryan replied.
"Mr. Ryan here put a lot of effort into tracking me down for you, Rafael" he said to me.
"How did you find him?" I asked Ryan.
"Me and Bennie got with your friend Julia, and she got with her friends in Atlanta, and it just so happens that Uncle Kyle's husband is a policeman" Ryan said. That's when I noticed the ring on his left hand. I'm not sure why, but my stomach kind of dropped. I wasn't expecting to see him again but, in my mind, I guess I thought wherever he was he would be saving himself for me. Stupid thought.
"Where's your husband" I asked, "Isn't it normal for mates to be together for Christmas?"
"Dennis' parents don't care for me that much. I was glad to have an excuse to skip that nightmare this year thanks to Ryan" he said. He winked at Ryan and Ryan turned bright red. "How adorable" Kyle told him.
"I've still got to find a hotel room; I came straight here to see if I could find this place" he said.
"No way. You'll be staying with us. I have a spare bedroom. We'll have to wash the sheets though."
Ryan was on it immediately; he ran up the stairs and I could hear him getting to work. Kyle moved over beside me on the couch and took my hand in his.
"I've missed you so much, Raffie" he growled, and ran his free hand along the side of my face, circling my earlobe lightly as a feather with one finger. He still remembered my vulnerable spots; my dick was straining against my jeans at his touch. Ryan came back down after putting the bedding in the washer and was trying to figure out what was going on. I pulled away from Kyle and sat back, willing my dick to go back down.
"I guess we can't just pick up where we left off, can we?" he asked. I shook my head, but even then, I was thinking back to the times we'd had together. Kyle was my first and would always have a very special place in my heart but too much time had passed. I grabbed Ryan's hand and dragged him onto my lap; he laid his head on my shoulder. I leaned over and laid mine on Kyle. His scent brought back so many memories; could I just let this chance pass to try again? Ryan whispered in my ear, "Can we do stuff with him?" I had very mixed emotions about it. For one thing, I didn't really want to share Ryan. But, in the heat of the moment, at Ryan's prodding, I nodded my head and suggested we go upstairs.
I hadn't been with Kyle in 8 years, but I still remembered his thick cut cock. It wasn't much longer than mine, but it was a jawbreaker. He'd been cut loose and still had enough skin to roll over his ridge, and it was a shade or two darker than the rest of his skin. I watched Ryan's mouth drop open when Kyle pants dropped. I whispered to Kyle that Ryan's ass was off limits; it was for me only. He looked a little disappointed but nodded okay. Kyle was the first undressed, so he lay on the bed and his fireplug stood waiting for us to come join him.
Ryan was fixated on the hair. Kyle was covered in it. Ryan ran his hand up Kyle's leg from the ankle to his sack; he was jacking himself double-time. He bent over and sniffed, then snuffled in the forest that covered Kyle's nuts and thigh. I swear it looked like he shivered. He weighed Kyle's balls in his hand; they were at least twice as big as his, maybe more. Finally, after eyeing it for a while, Ryan's tongue darted out an ran across Kyle's slit to gather up the drop of precum that was sitting there. I decided to join in the action and started turning myself around so that my cock was in Kyle's face, hopefully a big enough hint. I pulled Ryan's hips toward me and started sucking on him while he explored Kyle. That's when I felt Kyle take my cock in his mouth and start sucking on it. He did that for a few minutes then started trying to push one of his thick fingers into my ass; it wasn't going to happen without lube. The finger went away and came back wet from his spit. He jammed it into me, and I squeezed the hell out of it. I went back to trying to concentrate on Ryan's dick, but it didn't last long. A second thick finger joined the first.
Ryan had about half of Kyle's fat log in his mouth now, I doubted he would be able to take it all. I sped up my actions on Ryan and when he gagged on Kyle's cock, I went all the way down on him. I felt him tense up and I knew he was about done; it was just too much stimulation for him. My mouth traveled about five more times with my tongue swirling around his head and he just exploded without warning. It was more cum than he'd given me before. I swallowed twice and kept the last in my mouth as I pulled off his sensitive member. Kyle was getting crazy from all that was going on and he started twisting me around until I was on top of him. He tried to find my hole and Ryan reached in and lined it up for him. His cock was sopping wet from Ryan's spit and when he flexed his hips I was impaled, and I actually screamed. It had been eight long years since I'd taken that monster and it felt like I was going to split in two. He bottomed out in my hole and held me down tight with his hands on both my hips. Ryan came around and took my half-deflated dick in his mouth and started working it and I squeezed and relaxed until I felt good to go. I pinched Kyle's nipple and raised up a little. He knew that meant to carry on, and that what he did. He beat my poor asshole half to death. I felt like I was going numb in my lower back. I was wondering how the hell I ever took his thick cock when I was 17. Then one of Kyle's big meaty hands reached around and started rubbing my back; I always loved when he did that. I lifted up on my knees and he slammed up into me. The room was filled with slapping sounds, and I was feeling tingly all over. I looked down and Ryan had my whole cock buried in his mouth. Kyle twisted just a little and hit my prostate hard and that was it for me. I filled poor Ryan's throat and mouth up. I could feel him swallowing but I wasn't sure if he got it all or not. I started doing all the moves I could think of to try to trigger Kyle, but what put him over the edge was when I leaned down and spit Ryan's cum, I'd saved into his mouth. He let out a groan and plugged me as hard as he could; I could feel his cock spasm in my ass as he unloaded. Ryan followed my lead and fed him the remainder of my cum too. He looked like he was going to pass out. I rolled to the side and onto my back. My hole felt like it was stuck open. The whole room smelled like musk, cum and ass.
Ryan got busy licking up the juices in Kyle's pubes and off his slimy cock. Kyle turned him around and ate his ass, poking his tongue in the boy's ass until he had a second orgasm. Not much came out the second time but Kyle cleaned it all up. Once Ryan had Kyle's dick clean, he turned and captured mine and cleaned it off too. My orgasm had been so intense I couldn't even get hard again. I was afraid that my gaping ass was going to let Kyle's cum drip out onto the sheets, so I jumped up and went to the bathroom.
Now that our tensions had been released, we cleaned up, had sandwiches, and watched a Christmas movie. When it came time for bed, we put our guest in his room and me and Ryan went to ours. We snuggled up and went dead asleep in no time.
Christmas morning was cold and sunny. I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep so I got my sweats on and went to make coffee. I remembered Kyle really liked coffee, so I made a big pot. It was only 5:30 so I took my coffee and sat quietly in my new recliner wrapped in a throw. Kyle was the second to come down right around 6 o'clock. I told him the coffee was ready and the mugs were in the cabinet above the coffee maker. He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. He came back carrying a big mug. He had on sweatpants and a tee shirt; I could see his monster swinging under the cloth of the sweats. He sat on the end of the couch nearest me and took a big swig of his coffee.
"Last night was awesome" he said softly, "Reminded me of old times."
"Yeah, me too" I said.
"That's quite a kid you got there, too" he said.
"He is, indeed" I replied.
"He's not just ass for you, is he?" he prodded.
"I love him as if he was my own seed" I told him, tearing up a little.
"That's all anybody needs in life" he said. He was quiet for a minute, then asked "Do you think he loves you the same?"
"With all my heart" came Ryan's voice from the stairway.
"Good morning, kiddo. Coffee's ready if you want some" I told him. Kyle looked at me and winked.
We watched the sun come up while some dumb Christmas cartoon was on the television. Later I made breakfast, and we started getting ready for this afternoon. Bennie, Randy and Dan would be coming to join us for Christmas dinner. I was making a big chuck roast cooked in the deep iron skillet. We were also having baked potatoes, mac and cheese, green beans, cornbread and a Dump Cake. The most time consuming was the roast beef, I had to brown it and let it cook for a several hours, so I went ahead and started it.
Bennie and Randy showed up with Bennie's Uncle Dan in tow around 9:30. I went and hugged him. He was largely responsible for saving my life when I was at that very low point. Bennie was my co-chef. I noticed that he, like myself, looked a little sore today. I asked if he was okay; he whispered `uncle loving' in my ear; how well I understood. As the menu got closer to being a meal, everybody started congregating around the table. Bennie said Randy finished the quote for the shop and he'd email it to me later. I pulled the skillet with the beef out of the oven and put the meat on a platter and threw some flour in to start making gravy. I told Bennie to go ahead and start putting stuff on the table, then called out for Ryan to set the plates and get drinks for everybody. The hectic part of the day was almost over.
"Best meal I've had in months" Kyle told me, and everybody joined in in agreement. "I wish Dennis could cook" Kyle added.
"Thank you" I told them all.
After lunch we sifted into the living room, and I opened a bottle of very old Scotch whiskey I had put back for a special occasion. I gave Ryan his gifts I'd picked up before I even knew him that well, and I took the envelope from my jacket and passed it to Bennie. He opened it and read the top page of the stack of papers. He was in shock. He passed the papers to Randy and they both went silent. It was a fairly simple plan, though devious on my part. When I told them they were signing on our next flip project, I was telling the truth; I just left out that it would be on their house. The paperwork in the envelope was the title to the property next door. Twelve acres and a house, deeded to Benton Carnes and Randall Denton.
"You mean Randy and Bennie are going to our neighbors?" Ryan asked excitedly.
"That's what it means" I said.
"Twenty-two acres between us" Ryan said, "We're getting horses."
We all laughed, but I could tell Randy was already estimating in his mind how much fencing we'd need to fence in the whole 22 acres. He was as bad a pushover for Ryan as I was.
Bennie said "That kind of puts a damper on our surprise, but we picked up an actual money-making flip job the other day. We're supposed to start on it after the first of the year."
"We'll have to juggle our time so we can get our house ready" Randy said, smiling.
By 8 o'clock the bottle of scotch was empty, and our guests were heading back to the airport. Dan and Kyle had hit it off pretty well, so Kyle gave Dan a ride back with him after we all said our goodbyes. Bennie and Randy left to go check out the house on their new property but promised they'd be back in the morning with a progress report. Me and Ryan cleaned up and put all the dishes in the dishwasher and headed up to bed. We did our nighttime routine and got undressed and into bed.
"Thank you for the gifts, Raf" Ryan said.
"You're welcome" I said.
"You really didn't have to" he said, "You had already given me the things I wanted most."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Love and a home" he said as he slid into place next to me. "I love you Raf" he whispered.
"I love you Ryan" I said back to him, then reached behind me and turned off the lamp.
The End
Lambodara 12/25/22
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