Taylor’s Story
I was so nervous about meeting Noah’s family. He was the only guy I’d ever really been in love with, hell, if I’m being honest, he is one of the few guys that I had any relationship beyond sexual with… strike that, since I’m being honest, he’s the only guy I ever had any relationship beyond sexual with. If his family didn’t like me… well, then that’s it. We were done. That’s how this shit works with families, right? He kept telling me that he loved me and it didn’t matter what theythought… but I’m not stupid, he was close with his family and I knew there’d be nothing but tension between us if they didn’t like me. He had such a… well, normal I guess is the best word… upbringing. That whole concept was kind of beyond my grasp. Well, it turns out I was worried about nothing, his family was awesome and made me feel comfortable as hell.
Me, his dad, and his brother bonded over classic cars, a quick ride in Sally won both guys over (I even let his drive, and he let me pilot his prized GTO). After our guy time in the garage, we joined the rest of the family in the kitchen, His mom gave me a big hug to welcome me, they were all so nice and welcoming… even his nephew seemed to take to me. Little Joshi was barely a year old. He was a smiler, and cute as hell… he looked like a tiny Noah. I was never much into babies and kids, but The Village had given me a new perspective… and I learned that little kids liked me because I treat them like little adults.
Noah’s little sister and her new boyfriend called to tell us they were running late, so we started brunch without them. I gotta admit, I had been major league nervous about meeting his family. Noah and I had been on and off for a couple of years and he never pushed the issue… whenever family shit came up, Noah would hint around about me going with him but I always blew it off… he understood. Well, now that we’re living together again and things were going well, he didn’t hint. He came straight out and said. “Listen, I really want you to go with me to brunch at my parent’s house and meet the family.” He never told me he wanted me to go with him before, he always just hinted around… it was clear our relationship was evolving so, of course, I said yes. I stressed over it for a couple of days, but once we were there it was like no big deal, I felt like I fit in there. I was having a great time, that is until his sister Suze and her new boyfriend “Jax” showed up.
I recognized “Jax” AKA “Pete” instantly, he was a past, one-time client. He reached out to me on one of the massage sites about a year before… me and Noah were broken up at the time. Pete said he wanted an erotic massage, and we agreed on a rate, he sent me his address and I went to meet him… it started out normal enough. He greeted me at the door, he was cute in a nondescript kinda way, ya’ know what I mean? Skinny, kinda’ pale, no real muscle tone… like a nerdy, twink.
Anyway, we discussed his expectations in vague terms. He wanted a sensual/erotic massage and he asked for special attention to his “glutes” (that means ass play). Pretty routine. He disrobed and lay face down on my table while I set the mood with music and candles. I kicked off my shoes, stripped down to my black yoga pants and tank top, and oiled up my hands. I stood at the side of the table and placed my hands on his back to center myself… okay, this was the first weird thing… he let out this deep, guttural, animalistic, sexual, painfully wounded beast kind of moan. It sent chills through me, I swear, all I had done was lightly touch his back. I just stood there for a minute before proceeding, then went about giving him a typical massage. He was very squirmy and anxious for me to get to the “erotic” stuff. I oiled my way up and down his back, starting at his shoulders, working down to his naked, pale ass. Whenever I touched his ass or even got near it, he’d lift it and moan, a sure sign that he wanted ass play. I finished his back, then moved to his feet and worked my way up each leg… again, the close I got to his ass the more he squirmed. Finally, I got to his ass. The odd, occasional moans became a constant stream of animal noises and dirty talk. I worked each meaty cheek, kneading deeply, and dipping into his crack to tease his hole with my fingertips… every time I got near his crack, he pushed his ass up. He was grinding into it, then suddenly, he jumped off the table, “um… I need to use the bathroom” he announced as he abruptly left the room and was gone about five minutes. When he came back, he had a long, thin case with him, like a long brief case. His face was bright red and his voice squeaked as he set the long case on the dining room table and asked, “um… would it be okay if you used these to… um… massage me?” Then he opened the case, holy shit! He had a huge collection of toys; Anal beads, dildoes, butt plugs, all different sizes. There were also some straps, and clamps and other shit. I looked over the contents of the case, then looked over at him standing there, naked, and sheepish, awaiting an answer. That’s when I noticed it. He had locked himself in a cock cage! It was metal and attached to his balls with a cock ring… there was a tiny padlock on it too.
“Can you strap me to the table and then open my ass with the dildoes?” He asked quietly, then added, “sir.” What the actual fuck? I did my best not to embarrass him by snickering, but I was totally caught off guard. I took a deep breath as I thought through his request.
“You want me to start small and work my way up?” I asked. His face lit up as he realized that I understood his request.
“Yes” he almost yelled in his excitement. “Um, I’ll pay more” he added.
“Yes what?” I asked as I got into the role.
“Yes, sir” he said excitedly as he realized I understood the request.
“Face down, ass up” I barked. “NOW!” He quickly hopped up on the table and complied. I used the straps to secure his wrists and ankles to the legs of the sturdy table. I checked to make sure he was secure, then smacked his ass hard. He grunted. “What do you say?” I asked.
“Thank you!” then he hesitated before adding, “sir!” his hesitation earned him another smack. He whimpered in euphoric pain, it was clear he loved it.
“If you want to do this, we do it my way” I commanded… this wasn’t my first rodeo. “I decide what happens and you will like it, and thank me for it, boy.” Oh my god, I had obviously hit a nerve… the guy’s cock was straining against its cage and drooling precum onto my table.
“Yes, sir. You are in charge, sir. Thank you, sir.” He was literally trembling with excitement. The guy had an itch that needed scratching, and I knew how to scratch it. I looked over impressive collection of toys in the case and started with moderate sized anal beads. He had a tiny set, and a huge set too… I started with the one in the middle. I lubed his ass with my oily fingers, then lubed the beads and pushed them in one by one. He whimpered with each entry, finally he was full. I pulled the largest one out with a plop. If you have never watched anal beads come out of someone’s ass, I highly recommend it. It’s fascinating (and hot) watching the sphincter open up like a flower, push out the bead, then close tight again. It’s like it’s winking at you. Bead after bead came out of the tight hole… each push came with a grunt of euphoric pleasure. I moved to a medium sized dildo, because let’s face it, we were beyond the tiny toys, his ass wanted to play.
With his ass up and in my face, I inserted the rubbery tip of the dildo. “More, please, sir.” He mumbled into the table. I pushed further in until the thing was all the way up his ass. I had an arm underneath him and was jerking him off as I slowly fucked his ass with the dildo. “Bigger” Jax said.
“Bigger what?”
Jax caught himself, “bigger toy please, Sir. Thank you for opening my ass. Sir.” He was into it all bigtime! At one point he asked me to get a bottle of poppers out of his case and give him a hit… Damn, that pushed him over the edge. He started going crazy, pushing his ass in the air, begging for more and bigger… I gave him what he asked for. The hour was almost up… I had worked my ass off turning his ass on for that hour. I ended our session by untying him, he hadn’t cum and didn’t seem to care. He was naked with the cock cage still attached as he walked into the other room to get the money. He set it down on a side table near me then just stood there as I packed my gear. His hands were to his side and his head looking down as he eked out a “Thank you, sir.” I just nodded and headed out the door. I never heard from him again (although he did leave a 5-star review on the site he used to contact me), and for the record, he was a decent tipper. So, now you know how I know Jax… Noah’s little sister Suze’s boyfriend.
I sat directly across from Jax; we were both avoiding eye contact. I could tell Noah knew something was up, but the rest of the family seemed oblivious to the awkward tension in the air. I was going through scenarios in my head on how to deal with the situation (or maybe not deal with it). He might be straight with a fetish he needs to feed every once in a while, however, his collection of toys would indicate that that he played on a regular basis. The guy might be gay and just dating Suze for show, she may even know. He may just be a bi guy experimenting. His situation didn’t matter to me. The first thing that mattered to me as I thought through it was Suze, Noah’s little sister. I didn’t know her, but Noah loved her, and I loved him, so, I didn’t want to see her hurt.
My second thought was ‘what about me?’ Things with Noah’s family were going great, if it came out that I did “massages,” how would thing be going then?! One of the things I wanted most was for Noah to be proud of me. Why do you think I dressed up for Thanksgiving dinner? I wanted to look good so he could show me off. Noah treated me like, well kind of a trophy boyfriend, and I loved that. No one had ever been proud of me like that before and I didn’t want to lose that. My third, fourth, fifth, six thoughts, etc. were all versions of scenarios that could play out… his family rejecting me and being ashamed of Noah for dating me. His mother over dramatically fainting as she cried out in anguish, “my baby is dating a whore!” Maybe his parents would kick Jax out. I had no idea how into him Suze was, them throwing him out might devastate her. Or what if she wasn’t that into him, then I’d be doing her a favor. Right? What if his parent were disgusted with both of us and tossed us out? What would Noah think? Would he be disgusted too? I mean, I know he knows my past (and present) and accepts it… but my secrets being out in thew open hits closer to home for him. Shit. Things were catching up with me and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. Just as I came to that realization, it got more complicated. I felt something under the table. It was Jax’s foot rubbing up and down the lower part of my leg.
I looked up and saw Jax with this snarky grin on his face, like he had me. Like he knew my dirty little secret and that gave him some power to wield over me. I moved my leg several times to get away from him, but his foot kept finding it. For a guy who begged me to tie him up and shove stuff up his ass, he was suddenly aggressive. I thought it through some more and realized that, although I had so much to lose, so did Jax, and I was in a better position than him. Noah knew my secrets, but I doubted very much that Suze knew Jax’s (of course, she might… I’ve seen weirder things). The family may not love it if they found out what I do, but Noah would back me. I did my best to sit there and tolerate Jax’s smug advances, but he was relentless. I got up and went to the bathroom to try to organize my thoughts and formulate a plan for dealing with the situation (or not dealing with it).
I peed, then stood in front of the mirror staring at myself as I washed my hands. While I was standing there, I decided to just avoid him and get through the night, I could tell Noah about it after we left. I splashed some water on my face, dried my hands, unlocked the door, and opened it. Jax was waiting on the other side, pushed his way into the bathroom, and locked the door behind him. He dropped to his knees and started unbuckling my belt. It all happened so fast.
“What the fuck?” I asked in a voice that seemed loud as hell in the tiny bathroom. “Get off me!”
“Come on, you know you want it” he said. ‘What the fuck?’ I thought to myself. ‘This skinny, pale, submissive little shit was trying to overpower me.’
“Fuck off “Pete” I said as I pushed him off me with a shove then walked out of the door, into the hallway, and right into Noah. Before I could say anything, Jax came out of the bathroom. Noah squinted and tilted his head like we was trying to figure out what the fuck was happening. “Where can we go?” I asked Noah. The look on his face was one of confused amusement. He knew something was up, but he also knew me well enough to know it wasn’t what it looked like.
He grabbed my hand, “c’mon” he said as he pulled me down the hall, into the living room and up the steps. He kept his eyes on Jax as we walked away. A minute later we were in Noah’s old bedroom with the door shut. “What the fuck was that?” he asked with a grin and a scoff.
I took a deep breath, exhaled, then told him what happened, I didn’t get too detailed about my experience with Jax, I just said “he was a former client.”
“What kind of client?” he asked. Noah and I had a lot of frank, open discussions about my clients. He was okay with what I did, as long as I didn’t hide anything, that was our deal. He understood that my clients ranged from legitimate massages, to some a little more… well “specialized.”
“Well, let’s call him… um… fetishized” I said.
Noah just shook his head. “I don’t want to know do I?”
“Nope.”
“So, is he gay? Bi? Straight just kinky?” he asked, I just shrugged. “And what the fuck is he doing with Suze? Any why did he corner you in the bathroom… I mean what the actual fuck?” Noah was visibly pissed, and he rarely got mad. Then he barked, “That fucker” and left the room, bounded down the steps, and went to confront Jax but he was nowhere to be found. “Where did Jax go?” he asked his older brother.
“He and Suze left, said he wasn’t feeling well” he replied, then took a long, hard look at his brother. “You okay, Noah?” Noah was shaken up, I assumed he was worried about his sister, but I think he was more concerned for me… not just that the guy hit on me, but that he could out me to the family and make things awkward for me.
“I don’t like that guy” Noah said through gritted teeth. His brother pried; he wanted more information. He kept pressing us, but Noah wasn’t sure what to say. I know he didn’t want to throw my under the bus. So… I did it to myself.
“I know the guy from a previous life… he hit followed me into the bathroom at hit on me.”
Josh cackled out loud, “are your fucking serious? Another one?”
“Yup, another one… Suze has a type” Noah said.
“Yeah. Gay” Josh laughed, amused by the whole thing. “Remember the ballet dancer?” He asked Noah, then the two brother’s laughed. “Hell, I have no gaydar at all and I had “Robert” figured out the second he pranced through the door. Apparently, Suze had a history of bringing home boyfriends who were… well, more suited for her gay brother than her. The brothers talked (and laughed) about her dating history as we moved from the living room to the kitchen to join the rest of the family.
“What’s so funny” Noah’s dad asked as we walked in the room. He had a smirk on his face and was ready to get in on the joke.
Josh started to answer him, “Suze is dating another…”
Noah cut him off… “Friend of Dorothy, Rainbow Warrior, guy she can share fashion tips with…” he went on for a good minute fueling Josh’s laughter.
“Another one?!” His mother exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. “That’s what, like three in a row?”
“At least four” Josh’s wife said as she sat at the small table in the corner of the kitchen holding Joshi. “But at least she didn’t seem all that attached to this one.” Suze was barely twenty, but if the family was counting correctly, she’s had at least six gay boyfriends that they knew of… that included her prom date. I just listened as the family discussed it.
“So, who’s going to tell her this time” his mother asked. All eyes shifted to Noah.
He let out a sigh as he rolled his eyes, “fine, I’ll take her to lunch this week and break the news… again.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I took the whole scene in. They laughed at Suze’s predicament, but not Suze. They rallied around her in their own way to support her. Noah’s family was awesome! I got this weird feeling inside, it occurred to me that I could be part of an actual family… this family. I casually slung my arm around Noah. This all felt so different, so new, so right.
To be continued…
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