Noah’s Story
RayRay was pulling up his pants, and his face was fire engine red, I tried not to laugh but it was hilarious. RayRay was starting his own dry cleaning delivery business, Taylor got him a smoking deal on a Sprinter van and RayRay and Maverick were at the garage… um… working … yeah working… that’s it... on upfitting the van for his business. I wanted to be supportive, so me and Taylor got them some chicken biscuits and sweet tea from Bojangles and went to the garage to see what they were up to. Well, long story short, we walked in on RayRay laying on a dolly under the van while Maverick gave him a BJ. We walked in at the end and were on the other side of the garage so we didn’t see anything (well, anything good lol). However, the fact that we showed up (and clapped at the end) was enough to embarrass the hell out of the two country boys. Since the two had gotten together as a couple, the four of us had become good friends. They were so different from us, but so much fun to hang out with.
We approached the guys and I handed the bag of food to Maverick, “So, this is it?” I asked looking up at the Sprinter. “Taylor told me all about it.” RayRay jumped up and into a diatribe about the Sprinter, the moment of embarrassment was gone. Quiet RayRay started motor mouthing about his new venture, and it was hilarious. These two guys were typically quiet (although they had gotten comfortable around us and talked more than they used to), but that night RayRay was excited as hell and telling me all about every tiny feature of the van. I asked him a bunch of questions about his new business, damn he was hyped up! He gave me every detail… it was fun seeing him so excited. We ended up hanging out with them at the garage for a couple of hours and helping.
“I think it’s ready” RayRay said in disbelief a couple of hours later. “I thought it would take me all weekend.”
“When are you taking it to get wrapped?” Taylor asked him.
“The guy said I could bring it Monday and leave it, it’ll take a couple days. So, I’m planning on starting deliveries a week from Monday.” Brody was designing the wrap for the van, and RayRay was beyond excited about it. I was impressed with how he was pulling it all together, although we all knew The Village wouldn’t let him fail. I was only part of The Village through my relationship with Taylor, but I felt like one of them. I grew up in kind of a perfect family, older sister, younger brother, mom, and dad still married and both in the house, I had a much more stable childhood than all the other guys. I was lucky. Taylor’s past sucked, I won’t get into details, but it’s impressive how someone can come through all the shit he had to become the wonderful human he was. He was completely on his own until The Village came along and became his family… so many great people surrounding each other with love, support, and pretty much anything else they could need. I loved them all.
We had spent Thanksgiving with The Village at Colton and Craig’s house this year, and it was so much fun! All the guys got along, and the food was phenomenal. My parents live locally, and I typically spend Thanksgiving with my family, but my parents decided to go to Charlotte and spend the holiday with my aunt and her family, so that left me to hang with the guys. However, my mom felt bad about cancelling Thanksgiving, so she invited us all over for a family brunch on Sunday to ease her guilt. Taylor and I have been on and off for a couple of years, my family knew about him but had never met him, and Taylor, well family wasn’t really his thing so he never pushed meeting my parents. We were (finally) at a point in our relationship where it was clear to me that we’d be together for a while (if not forever), so… Sunday would be the day Taylor meets the family. It was a busy holiday weekend, but we carved Saturday night out for ourselves. I was off for the weekend. Taylor was working at the dealership on Saturday until about 2PM, but he promised no clients that weekend, so we planned a date night on Saturday.
We went out to a hole in the wall steak joint that my parents used to take us to on special occasions when we were kids. The place was a throwback to when steakhouses were a thing, the place was ensconced in red velvet, wood, brass, and candlelight. I held hands with Taylor across the table as we ate. We let go a few times to cut our meat, but that was about it, it was such a nice, romantic night out together. When we got home, Taylor disappeared into the bathroom for a bit. I went in a few minutes later and found a surprise, I stopped in my footsteps to take it all in. The bathroom had been transformed into a spa; there were several candles lit around the small room, some soulful R&B was quietly playing in the background, and the tub was steaming with a freshly drawn bubble bath.
Before I could even react, Taylor came up behind me and put his arms around me. “I thought we could relax in the tub” he said as he took my hand and put it firmly on his cock… yup, directly on his exposed cock. My man was buck naked! He was the most sensually romantic guy I’d ever known; you couldn’t help but fall for his charm. There was no doubt in my mind why his massage business did so well.
Before I could even say ‘that sounds like a plan,’ he had his arms around me and was undoing my belt buckle. He slid my pants and underwear down and I kicked off my shoes, then I let go of his cock long enough for him to lift my shirt over my head.
“Superman” he whispered into my ear. He was always telling me that I was like Clark Kent with my clothes on, but I turned into Superman when I got naked. I’m one of those guys who works hard on his body, but doesn’t show it off with tight jeans and Tee’s, so my muscular body usually surprises people. “God, I love your body” he whispered sensually as his soft lips roamed my neck. His member was warm as it pushed into my crack and his hips moved in a slow circular motion. He knew exactly how and where to touch my body to make me swoon… it was a true talent. His kisses became nibbles, then licks as he worked his way down my back and through my crack. His hand found the middle of my back and guided me to bend over. “Damn, look at that hole” he growled before he inserted his tongue into me and gave my ass a smack. His breath was warm on my naked sphincter. He ate my tight, pink hole, while his fingers roamed around my muscles… every fucking hair on my body was standing straight up, and every damn nerve was tingling like crazy. When he came up for air he said, “Let’s get in the tub” then led the way. I couldn’t help but admire his chiseled form glistening in the flickering candlelight as he slid himself into the bubbles.
Once he got comfortable, I stepped in and lowered myself into the tub sitting between his legs. I leaned back against his hard, wet, hot body, the wet, skin to skin contact was so sensual. Taylor went back to kissing my neck. His hands were wrapped around my torso, and his fingertips lightly explored, sending chills through my warm body. When he inserted his tongue inside my ear… that was it… I was gone. I decided to just bask in the romanticism of the moment, my breathing was slow and steady as I let Taylor do his thing. “God, this feels so good, I’m so relaxed.”
“Good” Taylor said, then whispered, “I needed it. I’m nervous about meeting your family.”
I chuckled, “why?” If there was ever a man who didn’t need to be nervous about meeting new people, it was Taylor. He was perfect. “My family will love you.”
Taylor scoffed, “I’m the guy you fuck. I’m the dirty little secret. I’m not the one you take home to Momma.”
“Oh, bullshit” I barked back. “You are the total fucking package… way outta my league. My family will love you.” The thing about Taylor is that he’s the only one who didn’t see how incredible he was. Sexy, check. Smart as hell, check. Kind and caring, check. Thoughtful, check. Generous, check. Charming, check. There is not a box this man didn’t check, yet he never seemed to see himself as good enough… or, I’ll say it… worthy of love. His father did a job on him mentally.
He kissed the top of my head as his hands massaged my hands under the water. “That’s sweet to say, but this is new. I doubt if your family will see me as good enough for you.”
I let out a loud, “HA!” Then went on a rant about my family, “My parents just want their kids to be happy… so they’ll love you. My brother thinks everyone I date is too good for me, so, he’ll love you. My sister, well she’ll be too busy drooling over your hot, firm ass to care.” Seriously, that was a pretty good summary of my family. “Oh, and my sister is bringing her new boyfriend too, so you won’t be in the hotseat alone.”
“You’re lucky, you never had to go through this shit with me” Tayler said.
“Are you fucking kidding me with this?” I shot back as I turned my head and looked up at him, trying to make eye contact. “I had to pass inspection from Seth, Max, their spouses, their families, and all the villagers… shit Izzy and Freddy interrogated me for like an hour the first time I met them.” That made Taylor laugh, whether he realized or not, he had a family, and they were incredible. We talked a little more until we were both relaxed again, his hands never left my body, and my back was glued to his naked chest. We were in there so long that the water was getting cold and we were both pruning up. But we were both still hard so, we dried each other off and headed to the bedroom.
Taylor had candles lit and music playing in the bedroom just like he did in the bathroom. We stood in the middle of the room and made out for a few minutes and frotting each other into a frenzy. Finally, Taylor pushed me onto the bed, I landed on my back and he didn’t waste any time jumping on top of me and frotting some more. We dry humped for a long time, his hard cock against mine just sparked and uncontrollable lust in me; I pushed my hips up, grinding hard against him. Taylor pushed my legs up until my knees were pressed against my chest, I looped my arms under my knees and held them there. Taylor spit in my hole, then pushed his way in. Fuck, he was big and girthy, “How’s that feel Superman?” Taylor asked while he inched his way into me.
I looked up at him, our eyes locked and I groaned, “fucking amazing.” His long locks flowed over his shoulders and the candles back lit him… he was angelic, aethereal, godlike even. Yup, I was being fucked by a god and damn it felt great! My whole body convulsed in pleasure as he rammed my ass with his magnificent scepter, how in the world could this man think he was just ‘the guy you fucked?’ Yeah, he was an amazing fuck, (and that would be more than enough for some), but he was so much freaking more than that… he was perfect… for me at least. My head bounced off the headboard, and my hand was jacking my own cock coaxing my swimmers up my hard shaft as the most beautiful man in the word fucked me hard.
“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna cum” Taylor panted, pounding me harder. His strokes were short, fast, and hard, so were mine as I jacked myself off in rhythm with him. We worked together like a well-oiled machine and timed our orgasms so that we came in sync. Taylor shot his thick, warm load deep into my ass, and mine went flying a good two - three feet into the air, smacking us in our faces, then landing on my body. Taylor kept fucking me until his dick went soft, then he collapsed on top of me. Eventually he rolled off me so we were side by side looking into each other’s eyes.
“God that was awesome, but my ass is sore” I chuckled making Taylor smile.
“Do you think they’ll like me?” He asked.
“Who? My family?”
“Yeah” Taylor said as he touched my cheek softly. “I’ve never met anyone’s parents before.” He was stressing over meeting my family… and I gotta tell you it was cute as hell. This big, strong, confident, sexy man wanted my family to like him.
“They’ll love you… and if they don’t… F’ ‘em. I love you, and that’s what matters” I replied, ending my statement by brushing his cheek with my hand, and kissing him softly on the lips.
He smiled. “Yup, that’s what matters. I love you too” he said, then we moved around until I was his little spoon. I fell asleep in his embrace.
The next morning, Taylor got up early and drove over to Daddy’s garage to get Sally, his Mustang. He’d been working his ass off on that car, and she was looking good, he took her out for a spin every chance he got. She still needed some work, I told him my dad was into classic cars (he had an old GTO he kept under lock and key), so he wanted to drive it over to my parents to use it as an ice breaker. Taylor wanted so badly to make a good impression; I swear he got dressed like a half dozen times. “It’s casual” I told him, but he wouldn’t listen. Hell, I was just wearing jeans and an old sweater. Well, he finally settled on a navy blue suit with a satin finish, and a black, collarless pullover. His hair in a man bun and he looked like he was fresh off the runway.
He gave me a little twirl and asked, “do I look good enough for your family?”
I went over and inspected him, then gave him a kiss on the lips and whispered, “you look way too good for them.” He seriously did look amazing, and frankly, I was excited to show him off, so we jumped into Sally, turned the key to get her rumbling, then headed for the suburbs of Wilmington.
Taylor drove Sally through the quiet neighborhood where my parents lived and parked her in their driveway. My dad heard the rumble of the engine and came out to see what all the noise was about. “Hey dad” I said as he shook my hand (that was my dad’s thing, handshakes for the guys, hugs for the ladies). “This is Taylor.”
“Phil” my dad said reaching out his hand.
“Taylor” he replied with a firm handshake, “and this is Sally” he saw my dad drooling over the old girl… the ice was broken.
“She’s a beauty” Dad said, as he inspected the shiny old Mustang.
“She’s still a work in progress” Taylor, replied, then without hesitation told him the cars history. He even told him about his father killing his mother, something he rarely talks about.
My dad listened intently to Taylor’s story, asked a few questions, then he surprised me and gave him a hug, “Well, I’m glad to have you here with our family.” Then he took him into the garage to show off his GTO (The Goat). While they were geeking out over classic cars I went inside.
Mom greeted me with a hug, “there’s my boy, where’s Taylor. I’m excited to meet him.”
“He’s in the garage with Dad inspecting The Goat.”
“Oh good, your dad found a little friend” she laughed. “Here, make the fruit salad. The rest of the family will be here any minute.” I put on an apron, she handed me a knife and a melon baller, and I went to work on the mound of fruit in front of me. Me and Mom talked as we pulled brunch together. Then she put a Bloody Mary in front of me, “And here… let’s get a head start.” Just as me and mom were getting the party started, my sister in-law walked through the front door holding my year old nephew and made her way to the kitchen. “Shelby, you finally made it. Where’s Josh?” Mom asked as she took the baby from Shelby.
“He’s in the garage with Dad and Taylor” she said, then looked at me, “and daaaaaaaaaay-um on Taylor. He. Is. Hot.”
I actually blushed, “I know. Right?” My sister in-law just laughed; I stole baby Joshi from my mom and walked him around the room. He was so damn cute.
“Well, now I gotta see him” my mom said with a smirk as she took a gulp of her Blood Mary. Just then Taylor, my brother Josh, and Dad came through the garage door into the kitchen. They were laughing, and Taylor and Josh had their arms around each other like old friends.
“Hey Mom” Josh said as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Mom basically ignored him and made her way over to Taylor, “Taylor, I’ve heard so much about you” she said embracing him. She looked over his shoulder at my sister in-law and mouthed, ‘Oh my lord he is hot.’ All I could do was blush and snicker. My family loved him so far.
“Hey little guy, you must be Joshi” Taylor said as he came over to meet the baby in my arms. Joshi played shy, then reached out for Taylor who was happy as hell to hold him. Yup, the family loved him.
Mom got a call from my little sister Suze, “Let’s go ahead and eat” Mom said. “Suze and Jax are running late.” No shocker there, my sister was always running late. “She said to start brunch without them and they’ll get here when they can.” Everyone worked together to finish making brunch and setting the dining room table.
We sat at the big, festive table and enjoyed the bounty before us, the conversation was amazing, so natural and fun; they all loved Taylor. Things were going fantastic! We were eating when my sister showed up with her new boyfriend, Jax. Everyone got up to greet them, Jax seemed like a nice enough guy, they joined us and we all sat back down to brunch again.
Jax seemed to fit in, okay, but something was suddenly off with the group dynamic. Taylor got quiet, and I noticed that him and Jax seemed to avoid eye contact. It was just… I dunno, different. But I was happy to be home with my family, and ecstatic that Taylor just fit in so well.
To be continued…
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