Taylor’s Story
It was Friday night and it had been a long, busy week at the dealership. I had closed several deals, had several more in process, and was networking and making a bunch of new contacts… I was in a good place workwise. It was perfect timing for me to take a weekend off for a road trip with Daddy James (I rarely took time off). I just had one more loose end to tie up before we left in the morning.
It was almost 7PM by the time I left the dealership for home; just enough time to take a quick shower before meeting my “massage” client. My massage business was growing too, I had several regulars, was always getting new inquiries, and of course there was the tourist crowd. I had appointments almost every night. It was getting harder and harder to juggle my two careers, but they were both paying well, and I’d totally be lying if I said I didn’t love the money. But it was about so much more than money for me. Listen, for a guy who used to be homeless with no clue where I was going to sleep at night, or where my next meal was coming from… money in the bank (or in a lockbox) gave me a sense of security, it made me feel safe, and thanks to my side-gig I had stashed away enough to make me feel very safe. Beyond that, for a guy who grew up unwanted, being wanted was a powerful thing. My clients wanted me so much, they paid just to be with me… they had a lot of choices, but they chose me, and I was not cheap. For the most part, my massage clients, were massage clients (okay, with a little extra maybe), but I had the occasional request for the “boyfriend experience.” You know, take me out to dinner, enjoy my company, then back to their place for a massage and, um, nightcap. That was Troy, the client I was on my way to meet. He’d come to town about once a month for business and look me up… I was his dirty little secret.
I got to the hotel on the water and waited in the lobby for him. He stepped off the elevator, impeccably dressed as always, and walked over to greet me. He shook my hand firmly, like he would any high-power business associate. He was mid-forties, graying temples, on his way from being a hot otter to a silver fox. His body was lean and toned, the kind of guy that people label as “handsome.” After a few seconds of pleasantries, he led me out to the valet to claim his Maserati. The seats of the luxurious status symbol enveloped me, and hugged me like an old friend. Troy had money and wasn’t afraid to show is. We drove out of the parking lot and down the road just a few feet before he pulled over to the side and greeted me properly. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue went down my throat, and his hands got reacquainted with my hard-earned body. “Getting through dinner is going to be hell” he growled into our kiss before re-clicking his seatbelt and moving the Maserati forward to the restaurant. This was maybe my fourth appointment with the guy, so we were comfortable with each other that the ride over wasn’t awkward, it was actually nice.
We had a reservation at the most expensive, most exclusive place in the area. The valet opened the car doors for us, addressing Troy as “Mr. Hanley” and me as “sir.” Damn, I was like Julia Roberts in that old movie Pretty Woman where the guy wines and dines the hooker. Whenever Troy came to town, he made me feel special. Of course, he did. I was his unattainable fantasy, the boyfriend he wanted but could only have once in a while when no one was wtching. I didn’t know a helluva lot about the guy other than vague basics. He was from money, worked in the family business (I had no clue what that was), lived in Charlotte, bi, married with children, and was afraid his career and life would be over if anyone (especially his parents) ever learned about his secret desires. His wife knew but was fine looking the other way as long as he only played out of town (away from familiar, prying eyes), and kept her financially happy. The other thing about Troy was that he liked to take control… I don’t mean sexually. More like he liked to control his environment. For example, he decided where we would eat, and even what; He always ordered for me. He never asked where I wanted to go or what I wanted to order, he just told me what I was having. I assumed that was because his family called all the shots at home, I was fine with it all, hey, I was on the clock, and paid very well for my services… this was his fantasy, not mine. Right?
Anyway, dinner was nice, and when we got back to the hotel, we took a short walk on the beach. After that, he helped me get my table and backpack from my car and we headed up to his suite. He always stayed in the same room, a beautiful, corner suite on the top floor with amazing views of the ocean and the lights of the beach small towns surrounding the area. I set up my table in an open spot in front of the wall of windows facing the ocean. We were high enough up that no one could see… unless of course there were people out on the water in boats with binoculars… when I said that to Troy, he just answered, “fine, let them watch me get handled by the hottest guy in the world.” Seriously, Troy was great for my ego.
Troy stripped naked and got onto the table, I shucked my suit (Troy insisted I dress up for dinner), stripped downed to a jockstrap, loosened my man bun, and let my golden curls fall onto my muscular shoulders. Troy looked up at me, “holy hell, you are one sexy man” he said under his breath.
“You aint so bad yourself, especially this ass” I said as I playfully slapped that firm, fuzzy specimen. “Now put your face in the cradle and let me do what I do best.” I put some soothing music on the JVL speaker I carried in my backpack, messed with the lights to set the mood, then put some oil in my hands and rubbed them together to warm it. I stepped to the head of massage table and put my hands on his back, he moaned in response to my first touch. I started by oiling up his broad shoulders then leaned in and moved my hands down his beautiful body… Troy really was a very handsome, very hot man. I pushed my jock against his forehead as I massaged his back… that was by design, I knew exactly what I was doing. After a couple of minutes, Troy took the hint and planted his hands on my firm, supple, young ass, and left them there. I heard him inhale my musk; my own cock started to stir in my jock. I pulled my cock out the side and let him suckle on it while I finished his back, and started massaging his glutes, teasing his tight, neglected hole.
I was hard as a rock by the time I pulled out of his eager mouth and moved to the foot of the table. I started with his feet, massaging every inch of them, taking his toes in my mouth (I knew that drove him freaking nuts). My warm mouth made him slither and writhe while my oiled hands massaged his well-defined calves and moved up his thighs. Toe, by toe, leg by leg, I worked him into an ecstatic, lust-driven lather. Eventually, I hopped up on the table and got between his legs. I massaged everything the man had including his sweet, pink, neglected hole, It was the only attention his hole ever got (what a waste). I opened his tight ring little by little. First with my tongue, then with my well-oiled fingers, first one, then two. I was leaning over his body with my mouth at his ear, “tell me what you want” I whispered already knowing the answer.
“You know what I want” He growled back.
“I want to hear you say it” I whispered before darting my tongue into his ear.
He whimpered and writhed, “I want you in me” he said with a desperate exhale. “Please. Fuck me. Now. Don’t make me wait. Please.” That was the point in the evening where the dynamic between us changed. Up until then he was in control and I was his trophy… now he became mine.
“Why? What’s so great about me fucking you?” I teased (I loved this part with Troy… making a strong pillar of the community beg me to fuck him… yeah, I know it sounds a little sinister, but damn it was fun).
“Because you’re cock is perfect.”
“And…?”
“And you are the hottest man on earth” he wanted my cock, and my ego needed his praise.
“Roll over” I whispered, “I want to watch your face while I fuck you.” I said that more for him than me because I knew what the man liked. I scooted back so he could turn over onto his back. He looked up at me longingly. “Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” I asked just to torment him a little more.
The table shook from his violent head nodding. “Please, please fuck me, Jay” he said, his voice desperate (oh yeah, “Jay” was my massage name. I didn’t need these guys knowing my personal life). I pushed forward with my eyes locked to his and watch the pleasure fill his sweet baby blues. There was something powerful about our “relationship.” I was the dirty little secret that could turn this big, powerful man into a bowl of Jell-o; yup, that was my super power. I pushed in further and further until my smooth, ample balls lightly tapped his fuzzy ass. I had a hand on either side of his taut body as I lurched forward and wiggled my hips to open him up, his whimpering fueled me. I pulled out with a long slow stroke savoring his every moan, then I slowly pushed back in again. My strokes started out long and slow but got shorter, quicker, and just a little harder each time I moved in until I was slamming the shit outta him; Troy like to be fucked hard… he had very specific tastes, he loved romance, but he craved a hard fuck; ‘Jay’ was well equipped to deliver both.
It was October, that’s the off season in Wilmington, so the hotel was kind of empty… thank god because the way Troy was wailing would’ve woken up the entire hotel. Damn, it was hot making him scream and beg like that. I smacked his ass hard several times as I plummeted deep into him with his ankles on my shoulders. That room sounded and smelled like man sex as my professional grade massage table creaked like a haunted house. I brought myself to the edge and pulled out right before I shot… frankly, I wanted to shoot up his tight ass but I know Troy like it on his face, and it was his dime. I straddled his chest and shot my load all over his handsome face while he lapped at the air trying to catch every drop.
“Take a soak with me” he said as we panted in the afterglow, I agreed and climbed off him. I put my table away and gathered my things while he filled the Jacuzzi with hot water and poured us a couple of drinks from the minibar. We soaked for a bit with the jets soothing our bodies, then he sat on the edge of the tub and sucked off his girthy cock. He filled my mouth with cum, and I washed it down with my gin and juice.
We jumped in the shower for a quick rinse, he kissed me tenderly. As we were drying off, he whispered, “stay the night.” Before I could answer he said with a smirk, “I know the rate and you know I always carry a big tip on me.”
I snickered at his comment, “I’ll stay, but I have to leave by 7AM, I have plans in the morning” He was good with that. I had planned on staying anyway, Troy almost always wanted an overnighter; he’s a cuddler. We dropped our towels and got into the big, luxurious bed together and Troy spooned me to sleep (he was in control again).
I woke up to Troy’s warm mouth servicing my morning wood at about 6AM. I returned the favor, then we took another shower together; I wanted to ensure he got his monies worth and came back for more next trip. We said goodbye at the door until next time. When I left the hotel, Troy had a smile on his face, and I had another $1,200 towards my new project. Missiona accomplished.
It was past 7AM, and I had to rush home to meet Daddy James. I barely got there and unloaded my car when I heard the beep of his horn. I grabbed the envelope of cash out of my lockbox, shoved it in one of the pockets of my backpack then ran down to meet him. I jumped in the wrecker and greeted Daddy. “You brought the big truck today, huh?”
“Yup, we got 4-5 hours of windshield time, I didn’t wanna drag the ole’ girl that far. Let he ride in luxury” he replied.
“I appreciate this, so much.”
“Son, this is the shit I live for. I’m as excited as you are!” Daddy said with a smile and a sincerity that made me feel loved, that was the biggest benefit of being part of The Village.
When I was a kid, my mother was my world, I loved the hell outta her and she loved the hell out of me. She also loved her Mustang. I know that sounds stupid, but my mom worked hard her entire life and saved every penny to buy that car before I even existed. It was her pride and joy. My dad, the violent drunk that he was, took her car one day and sold it, probably just to get a couple more bottles of booze, or to pay a gambling debt. When he stole that car, he took so much more from her… from us. She worked hard and saved to buy that car; he stole her accomplishment. That car allowed us to escape him when he came home drunk; he stole our freedom. That car was going to take us far, far away from him; he stole our hope. That car was important to her, it was how she was going to save me from him… and he stole that from her.
Daddy James and I had become close working on Cars For Queers together. He asked me why I was so interested in helping people get cars, so, I told him my story, I also told him I wanted to buy a 1973 Mustang Mach 1 someday in memory of my mom. Well, we talked about it several times while we were working on cars together, and he told me he had a guy that could track down VIN numbers. I told the guy everything I knew about the car, and like six months later he called and said he found it… not just a 1973 Mustang Mach 1, my mom’s 1973 Mustang Mach 1. It was last titled to some guy in Virginia the year my father stole it from her. It took me a while to track the owner down, but I found him and he still had the car! He bought it from a guy who won it in a poker game, his daughter drove it for a couple of years, then she got married and moved away; he parked it in a pole barn on his farm outside of Norfolk and it’s been sitting there ever since. He said he had basically forgotten the car was even in there, but he went out to the barn and took some pics for me. It was her! She looked bad to me, but Daddy said she looked pretty complete and was probably salvageable. So, I went back and forth with the guy for about a month, and he finally agreed to sell her to me. Daddy agreed to go with me to look her over before I finalized the deal, and then help me haul her back to his station. He had a big building out back where he kept project cars and said I could keep her there and he’d help me bring her back to life.
The road trip was a lot awesome, I admired Daddy, and had a lot of fun with him. BA baked us cookies, made us sandwiches, and packed us a cooler full of sodas for the trip. I tried to pay him for gas but he refused, saying it was his contribution to my dream. Daddy and BA were good people.
Well, it was almost exactly noon when we turned down the dirt road to our destination. It was in a remote area, not much around. Mr. Hamner (Roy) was sitting on the porch when we got there and came over to greet us.
“Which one of y’all is Taylor?” he asked. I introduced myself, shook his hand, and introduced him to Daddy. We talked as he led us to the old barn. “Well, I dug it out from under all the junk that gathered over the years. I took the shop vac to get rid of the mice on the inside and in the engine. Other than, that I aint done a damn thing to her since I parked her almost a decade ago” he explained as he pushed open the big sliding door and flicked the lights on. There was a lot of junk in the barn, but in the middle of it all… there was Mom’s car. The Medium Yellow Glow paint and black stripes were barely visible under the years of dust, but it still sent chills down my spine, I swear I could see Mom standing next to it with a cigarette in her hand and a smile on her face.
Me and Daddy walked around the old car while Mr. Hamner continued to tell us what he knew about its history… trust me, I knew more than he did. Daddy opened the hood to look at the engine, and I opened the driver’s door to look inside. It was dusty and dirty, but I didn’t see any rips or tears in the upholstery. “Well, it looks like everything’s here” Daddy said from under the hood as he checked the fluids, the tightness of the belts, etc.
“She was still runnin’ when I parked her” Roy said.
“Have you tried to turn her over?” Daddy asked.
“Yeah, but no dice. The battery is dead as a doornail.”
“I figgered as much, come with me boy” Daddy said to me. We walked back to his truck where he had some tools and a battery… he came prepared. Roy went back into the house and let us tinker with the old relic for a bit. Daddy hooked up the battery and we tried to start the engine… it didn’t quiet turn over, but she was trying. After about twenty minutes of tinkering Daddy got her going. “She’s not in that bad of shape, Taylor” Daddy said with confidence. “Engine-wise, she needs a little updating, but everything seems to be here, and all the numbers match. He agreed to $11,000 you said?”
“Yeah, is it worth that?”
“Absolutely. I think under that dust, that body is in pretty good shape and just needs some TLC. You put some elbow grease, some time, and a couple of thousand into her, she’ could easily be worth thirty or forty thousand, maybe more. It’s a solid investment. Besides, it’ll be fun as hail fixin’ her up together.” Daddy was genuinely excited about it. I’m glad Daddy thought it was a good investment, but it was never about the money to me.
Roy came back while we were talking, “Well, what do you think?” he asked.
“$11,000?” I confirmed.
“Yup. Cash, and she’s all yours” he said holding the title in his hand. I went back to the truck and grabbed the envelope out of my backpack, and handed it to him. He gave me the title and two keys. She was mine. Daddy backed the tow truck into the pole barn and we loaded Sally onto the back of the wrecker (“Sally” that’s what Mom called her). I thanked Mr. Hamner, then the three of us hit the road, me, Daddy, and Sally.
The ride home was long, but Daddy made it fun. I kept admiring Sally in the rearview mirror as we headed back to Wilmington. I swear, just seeing that car brought back so many memories and emotions… but they were good memories, and good emotions. I had avoided thinking about my mother too much because her fate depressed the fuck outta me, but that car helped me think about the about the good things, the happy times… I felt great about my purchase. My investment. I literally worked my ass off for it (literally).
It was about 7PM when we got back to Daddy’s garage and got Sally settled in her new home. I was excited to get started on her, I even considered starting right then… I didn’t want to leave her there alone. “C’mon boy, I’ll give you a lift home” Daddy said. “You got the key to the place, O know ya’ll are excited, but ya’ can get started on cleaning her up tomorrow, I’ll give the engine a thorough once over and make a list of what she needs.” I gave Daddy one key and kept the other.
“G’night, Sally” I said as daddy shut off the lights.
“Welcome home girl, don’t y’all worry none, me n’ Taylor here’ll take good care a’ ya’.” Daddy added. Then we got in his pickup and he drove me home.
When he pulled into the parking lot of my building, I said with nothing but grateful sincerity in my heart, “Daddy, I can’t thank you enough for this… shit, for all you’ve done for me”
“You’re a good guy, Taylor. Your momma would be proud” he said before he drove off. There was a lot Daddy didn’t know, and a lot my mom might not be so proud of… but she would absolutely be proud of me fixing up Sally. It was the one thing I could do to honor her memory.
I tossed and turned most of the night, but got a little sleep in between; if it hadn’t had such long day, I wouldn’t have slept at all. I got up early (like before sunup early), put on some old clothes, put some coffee in my travel mug, and drove out to Daddy’s garage to see Sally. I pushed the big sliding door open, and turned on the lights. I couldn’t believe that I had found her after all these years, and she was really mine… but there she was. I just looked at her for a while, thinking about my Mom. Finally, I decided to get to work.
I started by taking a shop vac to the interior. I pulled out the back seats, the floor mats, anything that would come out. I vacuumed, shampooed, and Armor Alled every surface, and used almost a bottle of Windex to clean the insides of the windows. It took me hours, but when I was done, it looked fantastic, she was in way better shape than I through she’d be. Next, I vacuumed out the trunk and the engine so Daddy could get a clear look at everything. Finally, I put the key in and turned it, Sally sputtered at first but then started like a champ. The familiar rumble of the engine was like hearing Mom’s voice and feeling her heartbeat. I just drove the car a few feet to the middle of the building so I wouldn’t splash the other vehicles, then went to work. I pressure washed the initial muck off her, then slathered her with suds from top to bottom, Sponge-washed every inch of her, then pressure washed her again. The original Medium Yellow (gold) paint and black stripes were still vibrant underneath the years of dirt. She had a little rust here and there, but overall, she looked damn good. I was waxing her later that morning when Daddy walked in.
“Gotdamn, Boy. The ole’ girl hosed down real purdy like. You musta’ got here with the sunrise” he said with a boisterous voice and an ear to ear smile. “she’s in better shape than I thought. You got a bargain.”
“So, this is her?” I heard BA’s voice ask. “She’s a beaut’. You must be proud as punch, Taylor.”
“I am” I said proudly as she pecked me on the cheek. “Thanks for letting me borrow Daddy yesterday, and for the sandwiches and cookies for the road.”
“Yer welcome, Darlin, but he loved ever’ gotdamn minute of it. He lives for this shit” she said as she inspected the car.
“You here to work on her Daddy?” I asked.
“Not today. BA and I were headed out to BroMax to see the grandkids and just stopped in so BA could meet Sally” he said. “I’ll take a closer look tomorrow, then we can talk about what needs to be done and how the hell to do it. You’re doing a great job on the outside.” Praise from BA and Daddy meant a lot to me. They only stayed a few minutes, then I finished up my work for the day and pulled Sally back into her spot… Daddy was right, “she hosed down real purdy like.”
On the way back to my apartment I got a text from someone wanting a massage. I didn’t recognize the number; it was someone new who saw one of my ads. I declined at first, but he kept offering me more money, and frankly, I had just bought a money pit, so I finally agreed to meet him at his hotel. It was a modest hotel, nothing shady, but nothing fancy either. I got my table out of the car and went up to room 202. The door opened and a familiar voice said, “hello, Jay.”
I had to do a double take, “Noah!? What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Well, you don’t return my calls, you don’t return my texts, this was the only way to get your attention somehow” he said, staring at me with eyes of steel. “Come out of the hallway.”
To be continued…
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