Taylor’s Story
It was nice just kicking back on the big deck at River and Che’s with Noah, eating great food, surrounded by our chosen family, and watching everybody having fun. The guys had a volleyball net set up across the pond from where we were, we’d just finished a game and were taking a break and watching the next game. Freddy, Zach, and a few villagers were taking on Teddy, Max, and a few more villagers, it was intense. The two little guys were team captains and taking it all so seriously, the looks on their faces were priceless and the cheers and high fives when anything remotely good happened (like hitting the ball). Meanwhile, Gina and Riley had Maggie, Izzy, Ali, and DJ lined up next to the makeshift court yelling out cheers for both teams.
For a guy who grew up with a murderous father who killed his mother, then was bounced from foster home to foster home before ending up on the streets (and beaches) of Atlantic City hustling until one of his tricks beat the shit outta him… this entire scene was just, so, I dunno, maybe the word is “foreign” (?) to me. I never experienced anything like this growing up, people getting together and just having fun loving each other, but now I was surrounded by all the people I loved doing just that. You know, if I would’ve died back when I was on my own in Atlantic City, no one would’ve even noticed. Seriously, it wouldn’t have made a damn difference in anyone’s world. But now, if Seth doesn’t hear from me for a week he sends out a damn search party to check on me. I was in awe of the fact that I had a family now, and was reveling in just sitting there in the middle of it all.
My high rise apartment in the city fit my lifestyle perfectly, but it was so beautiful out in the country that I sometimes daydreamed about living in a place like this. It would be a massive change, but I know Noah would love it… and just as I was thinking that…
“I could totally live in a place like this” Noah Said. “But you’d go nuts” he chuckled.
“Maybe. I’m a city boy, but damn it’s so nice out here, any kid would freakin love growing up in a place like this.” The look on Noah’s face was one of shock with maybe admiration, or wistfulness thrown in. I don’t know, but he loved it when I showed my vulnerable side, and I’d been doing more of that lately. Noah was about to say something but before he could, two tiny creatures were crawling onto our laps. “Olli” I said with a smile as I lifted one of Max and Brody’s twins onto my lap, I gave Noah a questioning look (I had no clue which twin was on my lap).
“Hi Abbi!” Noah squealed in a high pitched voice, as the other twin climbed onto his lap. he held the little girl up by her waist and turned her towards me so I could see the “A” on her shirt. I looked at the twin on my lap and saw an “O” on hers… of course Brody marked them for us.
“Are our little ladies buggin’ y’all?” Brody yelled from the grill a few feet away.
“Never” Noah yelled back at him as he made Abbi dance on his lap. He loved all this even more than I did, especially the kid part. He grew up with a normal family, I knew he wanted all this for us… a house, kids, dogs running around, but shit, I was just a hustler disguised as a car dealer/parttime masseur; I was lucky to even be alive. I didn’t deserve a life like that, but Noah did. I met a great, sweet, innocent guy like him and what did I do? Pull him into the seedy “masseur” part on my world. The two of us only worked as a team now which was good for me because I felt less guilty about giving “massages” and I got to spend more time with Noah. It was fun, could be hot, and was always lucrative; I mean shit we’d put thousands away for a downpayment on a house from massages alone; add to that what we put away from our regular paychecks and we were looking good.
In the middle of our great family day, I got a text… a massage request. I showed it to Noah and he wrinkled his nose; we were having fun and didn’t want to leave. “Should I tell him we can meet him later… after?” But before he could answer, I found myself answering. “I don’t want to end this great day with giving some guy a… you know.” Okay, who said that?I never turned down a request unless it felt odd or unsafe, and I knew this guy, he was a regular, and if I’m being honest hot as fuck, very fun, and a great tipper.
“Tell him no” Noah said with a grin. This was more than just saying no to a client, this was a big move for me… for us… we never said no.
I texted back, “Sorry, not available tonight. Maybe next time. Thanks for reaching out.” I had said no. The guy responded back with a sad emoji and a text that said, ‘Sorry to miss you, I’ll be back next month.’ It felt like a huge deal to me. Noah knew what I was thinking.
Noah held up Abbi by her waist again, hid his behind her, and said in a high pitched voice to her sister on my lap, “Hey Olli.”
I played along and did the same thing with Olli, “What Abbi, my favorite sister in the whole wide world.”
“Unco Taylo wikes us best. He’s gonna stay and pway wif us instead of go wub on some hot man fo money” Abbi/Noah said.
Then I shook Olli (just a little) and made her bounce up and down while I said “YAY! Dat’s cuz we’re cute as hell.”
“Yes. Yes, we are. But I’m da cutest” Abbi/Noah replied.
“No I’s da cutest” Olli/me replied… we went back and forth like that for a while when River’s sister came up behind us.
“I think all four of you are cute as hell” She said as she took one of the girls hands in each of hers. “The four of you make a cute family” she compliment sincerely.
“Oh no, um, they’re not…” I stammered.
“We’re just proud guncles” Noah said looking at Abbi with a big smile, “Yes, we are, right Abbi? We’re your favorites, yes, we are, aren’t we…” Oh my God, that giggle from Abbi! It set her sister off too and the two of them let out these guttural giggles of just pure, unfiltered joy.
We introduced ourselves to Aponi, she pulled up a chair and joined us; the babies cooed at her and reached for her begging for attention. She was extremely sweet, and it was clear she adored her brother and Che. I knew River had reunited with his siblings, but I’d heard horror stories about his parents, hell we all had. His asshole father was Village legend… The Shadow Wolf, he sounded menacing as fuck, but we all knew the story of Che sending him back to Iowa with his tail between his legs. Shadow Wofl (whose real name was Bernard, lol) was a real piece of shit (who basically tried to hunt the guys down), we heard his mom wasn’t much better… so, we were surprised to see his her at the party. Aponi told us the story of how they got to Two Spirit Pond (I loved that name), I was hoping it worked out for River, I mean, what I wouldn’t give to have my mom back.
“Hey y’all, there’s my ladies” Brody said as he joined the conversation. “Are they buggin’ y’all?” Brody asked reaching his arms out to Abbi. She nuzzled her face into Noah’s shoulder.
“No way” Noah said snuggling her and holding her tight. There was no way in hell he was handing that baby over.
“The Ladies gotta eat.” Brody said. Me and Noah held on tight and offered to feed them, Brody didn’t hesitate… he took off and came back with a couple of bibs and two little mermaid shaped plates with compartments filled with food cut into tiny pieces. Those two beautiful, tiny little princesses dug in, our main job was to keep them from inhaling everything at once.
Aponi thought it was hilarious. “Oh my god, look it those petite little flowers attack those plates” She said before turning to Bordy, the two artists got off on a conversation about… hell I dunno, art stuff. While they were talking, the volleyball game across the pond ended and Izzy & Maggie came to give me and Noah tips on feeding Abbi and Olli.
I got another text from a client… I ignored that one too. Noah noticed and grinned, he knew I loved being around the Villagers, the kids, the dogs, my family. This was a big change for me, I’d pretty much been a loner since my mom died, but over the years I’d come to love feeling like I belonged… and I definitely belonged there. Now, I was choosing them over my clients… huge change for me, and I know Noah liked that evolution. He would never try to change me, but I also know that he’d love a life like this and was hoping I would evolve over time.
Well, you get the gist of it all… an afternoon with friends and chosen family, kids, dogs, great food, sports, kayaking, etc. We not only turned down a couple of clients to stay and hang out, but we were the last to go. We had driven Sally (my mom’s mustang) to the picnic (mostly because the kids loved her) and were heading home in the loud muscle car, so we didn’t really talk… Sally wasn’t exactly the type of vehicle you took out for a chat and a quiet ride in the countryside. She was a loud, powerful, rumbling piece of beauty… Noah said I always had a smile on my face when I was behind the wheel; Sally meant something to me.
I pulled into the parking garage of our building, parked Sally and tucked her in the custom cover I’d ordered for her. We moved our way up to our apartment, when we got inside Noah closed the door behind us and kissed me. Noah, was very affectionate and gentle… but that kiss was neither. It was 50% lust, 50% passion, and 100% fire! He backed me up against the couch and pushed me over the arm until I fell. My back was lying flat on the cushions with my ass propped up on the arm. Noah tugged at the string of my shorts and yanked them to my ankles, then over my shoes and onto the floor. My cock, balls, and ass… all the good stuff was full on full display. Noah dropped to his knees and took a big whiff, then he took both my balls in his mouth while his hand moved up and down my long, thick shaft.
I snickered and asked, “What in the fuck got into you?”
Noah released my balls from his mouth long enough to answer, “You,” Then he gave my shaft a few mores strokes and a long lick from balls to head before adding, “You. You playing with those kids. You turning down clients to hang out at a cookout. You talking about raising kids in the country. I fucking love that side of you.” He barely finished the words before falling on top of me, his full weight was on me and the fabric of his shorts was rough against my hard cock as his tongue was exploring my mouth.
I just chuckled as he snaked his way back down my body back to where he was before and pushed my knees to my chest. I could feel every muscle in my body flex then he smacked my ass as he sunk to his knees… I was still in shcock when his tongue penetrated my exposed, shaved hole. I put one arm over the back of the couch, and used the other to push Noah’s head deeper into my ass crack. “Aw fuck, Noah” I said with more breath than actually voice. “Fuck yes, eat that hole.” Another smack stung my bottom before both of his hands landed on my cheeks and pushed my ass up even more, squishing my body into the couch. I moved my hand to the back of my thighs so I could hold them tight against me while he ate my hole like a champ. This was a-fucking-nuff for me. I didn’t need a blow job, we didn’t need to fuck, Noah eating my ass was all I needed.
“You want to get fucked?” Noah asked. That question caught me totally by surprise. “I mean, your ass is right here. It’s open, It’s wet, and my cock is hard as hell.” I was mostly a top, and Noah was mostly submissive, but he was right… all signs pointed to my ass. I looked up and saw his plump cockhead peeking out of his waistband. He didn’t wait for me to answer, he slowly stripped out of his clothes.
“Superman” I whispered. That was something I did when he got naked. Noah looked like this normal, shy guy with his clothes on, but he had this bangin’ body underneath. When he stripped it was like he went from Clark Kent to Superman.
Noah grinned as he walked over to where my face was, he pushed his hardness against my lips, “Get me wet.” He said with this commanding voice and mischievous smirk. I’d call it devilish, almost evil… but Noah didn’t have an evil bone in his body so let’s just stick with “mischievous.”
I took him in my mouth and all the way down my throat humming around his cock as I did. He put his hands on my head as he gently moved his hips in and out of me, I’d call it face fucking but that sounds rough, and this was anything but. We stayed like that for a while, then he moved back to his place by the arm of the couch, and spit in my hole (yeah, that made me laugh a little… Noah doesn’t spit. He lined himself up, locked eyes with mine, and pushed his way in. Hoe-lee-fuck! My hole opened up as his big cockhead led the way. His head was wider than the rest of him and it all felt fucking amazing. His balls, lightly touch my ass, he was all the way in, he just held it there. He moved his hips in a circular motion opening me up before pulling back, just a little. He pushed back in, then repeated the same motions several times, opening me up as he slowly fucked me. Fuck! I arched forward trying to kiss him but couldn’t quite reach, he bent down to meet me in the middle. We lustfully made out as he continued to fuck me. His movements getting faster and more deliberate, harder and more forceful. I squeezed my hole around his shaft making him moan. My insides were on fire, I was actually whimpering in ecstasy when suddenly Noah’s fire hose erupted deep inside me, but it didn’t extinguish the fire, it just fanned the flames. I grabbed onto his ass cheeks and bucked back, then held him deep inside until every drop of Noah was in me. When he was done fucking me, Noah had another surprise, he got on his knees and ate his load out of my hole… Noah, yes sweet little Noah did that. Then… get this… he took my cock in his mouth and gave me a blowjob with his hot cum in his mouth. Fuck! Just when I thought I’d seen and done everything sexual… he pulls that one out. I came so fast, and so hard. Noah held my load in his mouth as he pulled off me, then he moved up and kissed me, swishing my cum (and I guess a little of his too) back and forth between us as we kissed.
When he finally pulled away, I just looked at him, “wow” was all I said. It’s all I could say.
“Good. That’s all I wanted to hear” he said with a smile, before he stood, picked up all our clothes from the floor and headed to the bedroom. We didn’t clean up; we just got between the sheets and cuddled until we fell asleep.
Monday morning was a typical morning. I got up, had breakfast with Noah, then we got on the elevator together. Maverick and RayRay jumped on board on the way down, we talked about the Party at Two Spirit Pond and just generally shot the shit, the four of us typically rode the elevator down together in the mornings. The three of them all started work at the Butt crack of dawn; I pretty much made my own hours and typically didn’t head in until at least 9:00AM unless I had an appointment. The apartments gym was quiet in the morning so I went down to work out when Noah left for the day… I always had the place to myself. While I was working our I got a request from a client for like… now! He was an easy, repeat client that I used to meet alone before Noah and I teamed up. I just turned him down flat without a second thought. That was three clients in two days I turned away… So not me! I usually took any and all clients as long as I knew or felt they were safe.
Anyway, I went to work that day and closed three deals I was working on… three. Three in one day!!!! I had been the top sales guy every month since I started there except for two, both times Pier, one of the other sales guys, beat me. He dealt mostly with fleet sales, he cut just a couple of deals a year, but there were big and impossible to beat with regular one-on-one sales. Anyway, (fuck Pier), an average month for me was like twelve to fifteen vehicles (which the other sales guys would kill for), and a great month was twenty, sometimes even more. It was mid-month and I had sold at least one vehicle every damn day, I had closed fifteen deals already and had several others in the works… I was on target for my best month ever!
I came home in a great mood to find Noah on the balcony grilling steaks, he had made a bunch of other stuff too and the house smelled great. I walked onto the balcony, snuck up behind him and kissed his neck. “Hey, I said.”
“Hey, I’m grilling steaks.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured that one out” I laughed. “What’s the occasion?”
“No occasion. I just thought it’d be nice to sit down at the table and have like a real dinner” he said. We rarely sat at the table and ate. If we ate together, we usually ate on the couch watching TV or something, but our schedules didn’t always match up, and a lot of nights we were rushing out the door to meet clients. Sitting down to dinner together was a nice idea. I set the table, while Noah finished dinner, I lit a couple of candles in the center of the table, and put on some music… like I said, it was nice. “So, how was work?” Noah asked when we finally sat down to eat.
“I sold three cars today!!!” I said almost too excitedly. I had forgotten all about it when I came home and found Noah at the grill.
“Awesome!” Noah said with just as much excitement. “So, work is good?”
“Yeah, I love my job.”
“Things are stable there. Right?” He asked. I just looked at him like ‘WTF are you getting at?’ “Our lease ends in two months, and I was thinking that maybe we should start looking for a house of our own.” I just kept eating and listening. “We’ve saved a lot, and we’ve been talking about it and… um, okay fine… it’s way more than that.”
I knew Noah well, and I knew what he was thinking, “You want us to stop doing massages.” It was a guess, a really good guess. Noah half-smiled at me and gave me a nod as he picked at his steak with a fork, it was a tough conversation for him. “Say what’s on your mind, Noah” I said, then I reached across the table to hold his hand then added, “It’s okay. You can talk to me about anything.” Honestly, I knew this conversation was coming, and I was actually thinking about starting it myself.
“I get why you did it… well, do it, and… um, and… well I’ve had fun doing it with you, but I’m kinda done with it. You’re all I want, you’re more than enough for me, I want to be enough for you.” My heart sunk, I didn’t do massages because Noah ‘wasn’t enough,’ I did it for me… because I liked the attention… yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard it. Ugh, I saw his point. Noah gave me plenty of attention... he was more than enough for me. In truth, I was getting tired of doing massages, and had been feeling bad for pulling Noah into it in the first place. Noah started to explain himself, “It’s just that I…”
“Stop” I said squeezing his hand tighter. “You don’t owe me an explanation. You’re just telling me how you feel.” I locked my eyes with his, “First of all, you need to know that you are more than enough, you’re way fucking way more than I deserve…” then I just said it. “It’s time to stop. I don’t need that world anymore. I need you.” Noah’s half-smile became a giant beaming smile and took over his whole, bautiful face. We both leaned over the table (almost crawling) and kissed lovingly.
“Just like that?” He whispered.
“Yeah. Just…” I whispered back, pulling out my phone, “…like that” and deleted the massage apps. Shit, I deleted the apps. Just like that.
Noah’s eyes went wide; his voice went up an octave or two in disbelief. “Shit, are you sure Tay? I… I just wanted to have the discussion. I didn’t expect you to… you didn’t have to…”
“I wanted to. I’ve been thinking about it for. while, it’s time. Massage served it’s purpose. I’ve got a good job, important people in my life… and most of all, you. It’s time” I said to him, but more to myself, I guess. He pushed his chair out, stood up, and stepped behind me, hugging me.
“God, I love you” Noah whispered.
“Good, because you’re stuck with me” I whispered back. Noah just snickered… it was almost a giggle. This is what he wanted. Me. Damn!
We finished dinner, then went to bed. We made tender love… it felt different, better (not that sex with Noah was ever bad), but this was so much more intimate.
Well, our discussion started a chain reaction. The next morning, I woke up with Noah in my arms. We talked about house hunting over breakfast. I wanted a high rise condo; he wanted a country house… we compromised and decided to look for a house in one of the historic neighborhoods near downtown Wilmington.
I was ready to take our relationship and my life to the next level, things were coming together, but there was one more thing I needed to do. Saturday morning, after Noah left, and before I went into the dealership, I jumped in Sally and headed to the burbs of Wilmington on a mission.
To be continued…
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