Taylor’s Story
Craig and Colton’s Halloween party was a lot of fun, all the guys from The Village dressed up as The Village People… well we added a little more… well, skin to it. All the guys were showing a little skin and looking hot. I was the leather man and I looked hot as fuck, if I do say so myself. The party went on all night, and we had all been drinking, so, we ended up spending the night at their place. The ride home was kinda quiet, Noah and I were both tired and still in our costumes.
Noah stroked my bare chest as I drove, “you look hot in that. We should just spend the day in bed” Noah suggested with the devil in his smile.
“I could get into that” I said with a chuckle and a grin right before my phone dinged. I glanced at my texts; it was a regular who was looking for a massage in the afternoon.
“Client?” Noah asked.
“Yup. He’s looking for an hour massage this afternoon.”
“Early or late?” Was all he asked. He was making an amazing effort to be comfortable with me giving massages. He didn’t ask for a lot of detail anymore, but like I promised him, I disclosed pretty much everything to him… I kept it vague, but honest, and if he asked for more, I’d tell him.
“Noon… that gives me enough time to drop Sally off at the garage, shower, and change before I have to head out” I answered.
He was disappointed, “so much for spending the day in bed.”
I tried to soften the blow, “I’ll be home early, then we can cuddle in bed for the rest of the day.” He just nodded. That was the end of the conversation, we were silent until I pulled the old mustang into Daddy’s old warehouse where she lived. I took her out for joyrides regularly, but she was still a work in progress. Noah was still quiet when we got in to my Audi, “Just so you know, this is a legit massage” I said to him. It’s a client I met back at massage school, he used to come in for cheap massages, and stuck with me after I graduated.”
“No sex?” He asked.
“Nope. Not even a happy ending. He’s married and his wife is usually home, hell, I don’t even think the guy knows I’m gay or do sensual massage.” Noah smiled at that answer, he was doing his best to deal with my “side gig” but I knew the, um “add-ons” still bugged him. Yeah, I admit, some of my clients expected, and got, more than just a sterile massage, but this guy wasn’t one of them. He appreciated my therapeutic skills, frankly, it was a nice change from some of my other clients.
“Promise we can just spend the rest of the day at your place doing nothing?”
“I promise” I said as we drove towards my apartment. When we got there, we changed out of our costumes and took a quick shower together. We soaped each other up, and rinsed off under the water together. I got in my massage clothes, and Noah put on his sweats (he kept some clothes at my place). We kissed goodbye, then he sat on my couch and turned on the TV as I walked out the door to my appointment.
I parked my Audi in the driveway, pulled my table out of the trunk, and made my way to the door. I rang the bell and Jeff’s wife answered and led me to his den. He had already moved the furniture to make room for my table, so I set up, I had been there several times so I knew the drill. I got the table ready with fresh sheets, pulled the blinds, put on the music, and set out a few candles to set the mood. I was lighting the last candle when Jeff came through the door in his robe. He greeted me and we shook hands, then he dropped his robe and lay face down on my table in his underwear. He explained his problem areas to me, and I went to work. Jeff had a good body for an older guy, and he held a lot of stress in his shoulders and back. I liked working on Jeff, he appreciated my talents, liked to talk while I worked, and expected nothing but a great massage: I don’t even think he knew I was gay. Our hour session went an hour and a half, he paid me extra and gave me a big tip… he always tipped me huge for coming to him. I tore down the table, gathered my stuff, thanked him, and said goodbye then headed home. The rest of the day was Noah time.
When I got home, the place was quiet. I called for Noah a couple of times as I walked through the apartment looking for my boyfriend. The door to the master bedroom was closed, I opened It slowly and got the surprise of my life. The blinds were shut, the BroMax leather scented candles were burning, and Noah was lying in a sexy pose in the middle of our bed dressed in my leather man costume. “You’re late” he said with a sexy sneer on his face.
“What the fuck, Noah?” I asked with a chuckle. I mean, seriously guys, they don’t come any more vanilla then Noah, I love his vanilla-ness, it kept me grounded. But there he was adding a shitload of sprinkles to his vanilla at that moment.
“Don’t question me, bitch. Strip and get your ass on that bed” he replied trying to be all bad ass and butch… I did my damnedest not to laugh. Yeah, he looked hot as fuck! He was trying to be dominant, but under that leather was my sweet, vanilla, submissive, Noah. But hell, who was I to turn down a adventurous sex? So, I played along.
“Yes, sir” I said with a smirk as I slowly stripped out of my clothes, and stood there naked. As I disrobed, Noah got off the bed and stood behind me. He walked around me, dragging his fingers on my body, sending shudders of anticipation through me as he did. He ended up behind me again and ran his fingers from my neck, down my spine, then down my ass crack and inserted his middle into my tight, dry, mostly-exit-only hole. His other hand firmly cupped my firm ass, then he whispered in my ear, jump on the bed, and get on all fours, boy. His whisper was guttural, deep, and firm… he was trying so hard to be tough but it just wasn’t his nature. But hell, you gotta appreciate the effort. Right? I jumped on the bed, got on all fours, and wiggled my firm ass for him. Noah jumped onto the bed behind me, in between my knees and buried his face in my ass as he gave me a solid smack on each cheek… damn it felt other-freaking-worldly. He parted my ass cheeks and continued to properly eat my hole… fuck!
I buried my face in the pillows and bit down. Then I raised my ass, and pushed it into his face; he just shoved his tongue in deeper in response… exactly what I was going for. I swear he ate my ass for a good fifteen minutes before demanding that I “roll the fuck over.” I was into the fantasy and did as he commanded, then he surprised me… he moved fast as fuck, zip ties appeared outta nowhere and the next thing I knew my hands were above my head and tied to the headboard.
I chuckled a little, but “What the fuck, Noah?!” He just snickered. Then he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a huge bottle of lube, and a huge fucking dildo. “No. No! No fucking way, Noah” I protested.
Noah laughed, “payback for all the times you fucked me… you owe me.” He was enjoying this way too much. Hell, I was not into bottoming as a general rule, but I was all-in on this… this… this dominant, sexually open, ready-to-play, Noah, so I braced myself for the inevitable. He returned to eating my ass for a minute or two, then I heard the *pop* of the lube bottle and felt the cold gel at my hole, I couldn’t help but moan in anticipation. I looked down to see him peering up at me from under my rock-solid cock & resting balls, then I felt his finger push its way in and penetrate me. He planted his hand on my ass and gave it a big ole *smack*. His finger fought its way past my tight, defensive pucker as he explored… my hole was not a gracious host and did its best to fight his invasion; my hole lost. It took him a while of twisting and turning to loosen me up enough for finger number two, but he did it. I could feel him in me, getting me ready for more.
Before long, three fingers were comfortably inserted in my ass and searching for my prostate, “OOF!” They found it. I moaned, well… groaned, well… whimpered… I don’t know what the noise was but it was born out of a pleasureful lust I had never felt before. You guys know I was no virgin, not even freaking close, but I was usually the guy giving the pleasure, it was kinda weird getting it… but Noah was determined. My arms were getting tired from being restrained above my head, I wriggled my body trying to… to… well, I don’t know what the fuck I was trying to do, I guess I just felt the need to participate more. I wasn’t used to being used like that.
I was getting lost in the pleasure when Noah asked, “you ready?” ‘Ready? Ready for what’ I thought. Then he holds up the huge dildo, and squirts some lube on it. I had completely forgotten about it!
“No. No. No. Not happening” I protested. Noah laughed; it was kind of a sadistic laugh. He was usually such a submissive guy, but he was opening a door into something new and seemed to be loving it.
“C’mon, baby” he said as he crawled his way up my body, planting kisses on my skin along the way. He got to my neck and covered it with soft kisses, then put one on my lips. His soft kiss turned into a hard, passionate, make out session with his tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel the big tool tapping my sphincter, asking for access. “C’mon, Tay. You know you want it” He whispered in my ear punctuating his sentence with a lick to my lobe. The next whisper of “you know you want to feel this big cock in you” ended with the double sensation of his tongue in my ear and the dildo pressing tighter against my hole.
I murmured an almost inaudible “fuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk” as consent, and gave in to the lust. I instinctively pushed my hole out letting the big slab of silicone into my seldom explored cave.
“That’s it” Noah whispered, then he broke his dominatrix character for a second to check on me, “you okay, Tay?”
“Yeah” I answered with a wince on my face, then begged, “Push it in further.” If I was gonna do this, I was gonna do this. With the weight of his body on mine, Noah pushed hard, and the girthy tool entered me further. The deeper it went, the better it felt. I heard my lover chuckle as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my legs spread open wider. “Deeper” I whispered throatily, “keep going.”
“Yeah, I knew you’d like that” he whispered in a tone of satisfaction and triumph. “A big cock feels nice up your ass, doesn’t it my hot, strong, man?” He was giving me a taste of my own medicine, and reveling in it. The dildo went deeper into my mancave until it hit a dead end, then Noah slowly pulled it out… oh my freaking god, the trail of sensations it left as it exited were indescribable, I had never felt anything like that before. He pulled it out to the point where only the head was left… I. Did. NOT. Want. It. To. Leave! My lover sensed my desire and slowly pushed it back in. I let out that weird moan, groan, whisper noise again. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, yet it wasn’t nearly long enough. I was feeling things I never thought possible… it was so strange being the one being pleasured instead of being the one giving pleasure.
Still laying on top of me, kissing me, he fucked me with the dildo. Slowly in and slowly out at first, then faster. Eventually he snaked down my body and got between my legs. He engulfed my cock in his mouth while fucking my with the giant dildo. I looked down and realized that he was still completely dressed in my leather man costume as he gave my under carriage all his attention. It was too fucking much. Without warning, without thought, my sphincter grabbed tight around the big dildo, and I shot my powerful load into his mouth. I heard him gulp, trying to drink me in, I looked down and watched his eyes fill with tears as he choked on my seed. My body shuddered with one of the most amazing orgasms of my young life. Noah kept working until my cock was clean and every last drop of my cum was in his gullet. He pulled the slab from my well used hole… I felt empty, but satisfied.
Noah lay the used toy on the bed and moved next to me. We were face to face and he gave me a soft kiss. “Did you like it?”
“Fuck yes” I said involuntarily. I mean, come on, he just fucked my seldom used hole with a giant toy. I shouldn’t have like it… but goddammit I did! “Now untie me” I commended (it was my turn to be in charge). He chuckled, pulled a scissors from the nightstand and cut me down. “So, what brought that on?”
He chuckled, “the leather man costume inspired me.” Then he paused for a second, “I’m a lot more than just a vanilla arm piece.” ‘WTF did that mean?’
“Huh?” Is all I could say.
“You’re so much more experienced than me… you got guys falling all over you. And me… well… I’m just…just kinda there, I guess.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up” I responded in astonishment. “You are such a better human than me. You’re smart, supportive, hot as fuck…” He just scoffed at my response, but I meant every word. Noah was such an awesome guy; the problem wasn’t that I was better than him, the problem was I didn’t deserve someone that awesome. We stayed in bed and talked for a couple of hours, we had had so many deep discussions since we had gotten back together, I mean we really talked about stuff. Seth was the only other person that I ever really opened up to before Noah… and I shared so much more with Noah than I ever did with Seth. He was trying so hard to support me, but I could tell he was still a little insecure about my “second career.” He needed reassurance. “I think we should move in together” I said out of the blue.
“You and me? Live together?”
We were both sitting up with. Our backs against the headboard… naked under the covers. “Yeah. I think I’m ready” I said looking over at him. I had been thinking a lot about it lately, I was ready. He smiled, but it wasn’t like this big happy, joyful smile. It was more like a suspicious smile, one of disbelief maybe.
“You want us to move in together? Like, I move my clothes and other stuff into here and fill out one of those change of address cards, and we sleep in the same bed together, and we grocery shop together, then we get one of those welcome mats with our combined initials on it. That kind of move in together?” Noah said with a grin. “You and me? Living together”
“Yes!” I laughed. “I want to live with you, is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes. It is, Mr. Noncommittal” Noah said back with a chuckle of disbelief in his voice. “Shit, half the time I can’t get you to commit to dinner plans. You sure about this?” I was. I was absolutely sure. Listen, Noah got me, he accepted me, he supported me, he grounded me. If I couldn’t build a relationship with him, there was no hope for me.
“I love you. You get me.”
“I do get you, and I love you too. But I dunno, Taylor. This is a big move.”
“You have doubts. I get it” I said. “What are your doubts.”
He just chuckled, “You! You’re my doubts. Are you sure you can handle me being around all the time, and being tied down to one guy?”
“I only want one guy” I said. Now to clarify, I meant in a relationship. I still planned on doing my side thing. “I mean, I’m going to keep doing massage” I said. I expected that to be a deal breaker.
“Yeah, I know. I told you I’m good with it. I think I’ve been pretty cool with it all since we got back together.”
“You have been awesome” I said, but I had to ask, “Is it real? I mean are you really good with it or are you just putting on a fake smile?”
“What ya’ see is what ya’ get, Bubba” he said with a smile. “I don’t fake it. It really hasn’t bothered me too much, you don’t hide anything, you’re honest with me about your clients and your sessions… I trust you. Would I rather be the only guy you got naked with? Yeah, probably. But I know what I got myself into.” Our conversation was honest and sincere. Noah wanted me for me and was really to accept all the baggage I came with. “If you’re serious about me moving in, I think we should do it.”
“Let’s go get your shit” I said jumping out of the bed, naked as the day I was born.
Noah laughed, “Not like this fucking minute, ya’ moron. How about at the end of November, so I can give my roommates a month to find someone else to move in if they want.” Noah had lived with three other nurses since he graduated from nursing school a couple years back. Two of them shared a room so they’d probably just cover his share instead of finding someone new.
“That works for me” I said sealing the deal with a kiss.
“You’re sure?” he asked one more time. I nodded, then kissed him again. “Let’s do it. I’ll tell ‘em tonight.” After that we decided to go out to dinner to celebrate. We jumped in the shower and I paid him back for the amazing sex with a quick, but thorough blow job.
We left the apartment and headed down to the parking lot where we ran into Maverick and RayRay, they lived in the same building. “Hey!” Maverick yelled from a few cars down. “Ya’ll up for goin’ out ta’ eat?” Maverick asked. I looked at Noah, he just smiled and gave me a ‘why the fuck not’ shrug. So, we all jumped into the Audi and went to the J Michael’s Philly Deli a few blocks away. It was nothing fancy, but they had the best cheese steak around and it was cheap.
At dinner, Noah told the guys that we had decided to move in together. They congratulated us and welcomed him to the building, etc. Then Noah did one of the things I love most about Noah, he just asked them “So, what’s up with you guys? Are you a couple now or what?” Everyone had been wondering. The two guys were just friends, but lately it seemed like there was something else going on. I would never ask something like that. But Noah, Noah just blurted it out. Both guys turned bright red.
“Well, um, we’re… um” RayRay stumbled on his words.
“Well, we’re fuckin’, datin’ n’ tryin’ to figger it out” Maverick said before popping a couple of fries in his mouth. That cracked me up. These two were just a coupla’ good old boys who said what they thought, that’s what I love about them.
“So, how about y’all? One day y’all were datin’, then Noah’s gone, then he’s back, now y’all are movin in? ‘Sup widdat?” RayRay said with a shit eatin’ grin.
“Well, we’re fuckin’, datin’ n’ tryin’ to figger it out” I said throwing Maverick’s words back at them. The four of us just laughed. That was the end of that conversation, after that we started talking about the party the night before, then life in general.
We were just two couples hanging out. You know… that’s the first time I was ever part of a couple hanging out with another couple. I think it suited me.
To be continued…
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