by GA Hauser
“Come here,” Taylor beckoned. They embraced and rocked gently. “I understand what you’re going through, Owen. Honest I do.”
“I know. You’ll have to tell me about your experiences so we can commiserate.” Owen parted from the embrace to see Taylor’s face.
“I will. Not now. Go wash up and I’ll find dinner for us.”
Nodding, Owen headed to the bathroom, then shouted back to Taylor, “Oh, and next time, tell me I have come on my face, you coward!”
“How could you not know?” Taylor yelled back, shaking his head, laughing to himself.
~
Owen cuddled against Taylor in bed. It was warm and snuggly under the soft blankets. Having Taylor was like having a big stuffed teddy bear, only better. Hearing Taylor’s breathing deepen as he went under the spell of sleep, Owen tried not to feel any anxiety over Leah and Jenna knowing he was gay. They were loving people, they would support him. Owen could only wonder what his parents would think.
Trying to stop his internal dialogue so he could rest, Owen closed his eyes and inhaled a deep, relaxing breath, concentrating on Taylor’s warm body as it intertwined with his. He finally fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
The next afternoon, Owen cleared up his desk and was surprised Taylor hadn’t shown up yet. Checking his watch, Owen left his office intent on waiting for Taylor across from his construction site, just in case Taylor had to stay late. When he arrived to stand on the corner, Owen took out his cell phone and dialed Taylor’s number, just in case it was going to be a long wait.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Madison. I’m waiting. Where are you?”
“Had an errand to run. I’m back now. Just let me park this rig and get over there.”
“Rig?”
“I borrowed a truck. Never mind. Hang on. Are you in your office?”
“No. I’m standing on the corner in front of the parking garage.”
“Be there in a sec.”
Owen disconnected the phone and aimed his gaze across the street at the high opaque fencing that surrounded the rubble and concrete. A moment later Taylor appeared, strutting confidently. Owen wondered what Taylor had purchased. He was carrying two large shopping bags.
When the light changed and Taylor met him on his side of the street, Taylor pecked Owen’s lips in greeting and walked to the garage entrance.
“You going to tell me what you bought?”
“No. Shut up and get in your car.”
Using the key fob, Owen unlocked his doors. When he did, Taylor put his packages in the back seat. Once they were on their way home, Owen couldn’t resist prying. “Is it a present?”
“No.”
“No? Is it new clothing for you?”
“Why are you so damn nosy?” Taylor smiled at him.
“Because I have a very vivid imagination. And if I don’t get the information out of you, I’ll just invent something outlandish in my head.”
“Good. Invent something.”
“You are a bastard, Mr. Madison.”
“Damn straight.” Taylor rubbed Owen’s thigh warmly. “Your bastard. Now get us home.”
Sensing some wonderful surprise, Owen did indeed begin imagining scenarios in his head, dying of curiosity. Taylor’s smile was planted on his face, another reason to suspect him of conspiring.
Parked, the garage shut, Owen waited, watching as Taylor retrieved the bags while he waited for the clue he needed to guess the secret.
Immediately, Taylor left Owen standing in the hall as he hurried to hide whatever it was he had purchased. “Taylor!” Owen hollered in exasperation.
“You stay out! You hear me?”
“Unfair! No secrets!” Owen shouted through the closed door. “Is it rope?”
“Buy your own damn rope!”
“Not rope…” Owen touched his lip, trying to solve the riddle. “I have to change out of my suit, Mr. Madison.”
The door opened and a breathless Taylor nodded, “Come in, get changed. But while I’m in the shower you better not go peek.”
“Oh, come on. You know I have to,” Owen said as he began removing his tie.
“Don’t you dare.” Taylor waved his finger at him.
“Then it is a surprise.” Owen hung up his suit jacket and looked down at the mysterious shopping bags, trying to read the store name.
A large hand reached for Owen’s shoulder, dragging him out of the closet. When Owen spun around, he found Taylor’s impatient gaze. “Get away from those bags, Owen Braydon.”
“I have to hang up my suit.” Owen tried to move Taylor out of his way so he could get back into the closet and peek.
“I’m gonna get mad. Now, leave the damn things alone so I can shower.”
At his tone, Owen gave in. “Okay. Promise.”
Without another word, Taylor entered the bathroom, closing the door.
Owen took off his trousers, staring at the closet. A promise was a promise. Changing into comfy clothing, Owen headed to the kitchen to decide about dinner. After eying the selection of frozen, unappetizing meals, he located a menu for Chinese food and was about to return to the bedroom to ask what Taylor wanted to order. Jiggling the handle, he found his bedroom door locked. “Did you lock me out?”
“Yes! Give me a minute.”
“I was going to order some Chinese food. What kind do you like? You want me to read the menu for you?” Owen put his ear to the door but couldn’t hear anything. “What the hell are you doing in there?”
The door swung open.
Owen almost fell over from the shock.
There, standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a cowboy hat, boots, and a pair of leather chaps, was his dream man. Speechless, Owen tried to recall if he had told Taylor about his wicked little fantasy and couldn’t for the life of him remember.
“You all right?” Taylor asked in concern.
Owen shook his head in awe, the menu falling out of his hand to land silently on the floor.
Taylor tilted down to stare into Owen’s face from under the brim of his black hat. “Say something.”
“I…I…”
“You…you?” Taylor echoed. “No good? I thought I was on the right track.”
“You…you…” Owen stammered, pointing at the chaps and the naked body under them.
“Me, me, what? Owen Braydon, will you say something intelligible? You’re stammering like a schoolboy.”
That woke Owen up. School boy? Who you calling a pimple-faced school boy? Grabbing Taylor around the waist, Owen wrestled him backwards to the bed, throwing him down on the mattress.
“That’s more like it!” Taylor exclaimed.
Breathless from excitement, Owen knelt up over him and stared at the whole image Taylor presented. “Taylor, you are a mind-reader.”
“Mind-reader? Ya kept calling me cowboy and Tex. Why do you think I am, an idiot?”
“Because no one else has ever anticipated my desires or my needs, like this. I mean, I was married to a woman for fifteen years and she never even knew me well enough to buy me a single thing I wanted as a gift, no matter what hints I gave her,” he announced.
“You going to kneel there, talking about your ex and staring at me all day?”
“Talking, no. Staring? Uh huh.” Nodding, Owen then suggested, “Gloves. You should be wearing kid gloves. Oh, and I’d tie a bandana around your neck next time.”
“Anything else?” Taylor asked in disbelief.
“Uh…” Owen checked him from top to bottom. “Damn! Chaps without jeans under them. Too bad that’s not a popular look.”
“You ever been to a gay bar?” Taylor asked.
“No. Do they dress like that in them?”
“Close. Are you done talking? You said you were done talking.”
“I’m done talking.” Owen dropped down between Taylor’s legs and nuzzled his face against Taylor’s soft genitals. Smoothing each hand over the supple leather chaps covering Taylor’s thighs, Owen felt
that soft cock becoming hard quickly. Standing, yanking his shirt over his head, dropping his jeans down to the floor, Owen stepped out of his lower half of clothing and found the rubbers and lube. As he stared at Taylor in his amazing get-up, Owen slipped on a rubber and knelt between Taylor’s knees. One by one, Owen raised Taylor’s legs to rest on his shoulders.
“Oh, Taylor…you were made to wear a cowboy hat.” Owen pushed his cock in-between Taylor’s legs, penetrating his ass.
“I hate to admit it’s not the first one I’ve owned.”
Owen pushed in deeply, using his hands to smooth over Taylor’s legs, feeling the black, silver tipped cowboy boots and the chaps as he pumped. His gaze never leaving Taylor’s face and that hat, Owen couldn’t believe he was actually living out one of his silly daydreams. Almost distracted with the multitude of costumes he could dress this living doll in, Owen had to concentrate on what he was doing, screwing Taylor in chaps.
The sensation coming to a peak, Owen closed his eyes involuntarily and climaxed, throwing back his head and gasping in pleasure. Coming back to reality slowly, Owen opened his eyes and found Taylor’s contented grin.
“You look fantastic when you come,” Taylor whispered sensually.
Grinning, then laughing at the thought, Owen replied, “I can’t imagine looking fantastic. Most likely more like I’m having an epileptic fit.”
“Shut up. You do say the stupidest things.”
Pulling out, Owen dropped the used condom on the floor, gazing down between Taylor’s legs. Slowly removing Taylor’s calves from his shoulders, Owen set them down gently, making himself comfortably between them. Using his cheek, Owen caressed Taylor’s cock, smoothing his coarse jaw along Taylor’s soft skin. “Too rough for you?”
“No,” came a breathless reply.
Wondering if Taylor liked a bit of rough-play, Owen held Taylor’s cock still, pressing slightly harder against him, as if he could polish Taylor’s penis with his sandpaper five o’clock shadow. Taylor jumped slightly. “Should I stop?” Owen asked.
“No.”
“Oh, baby!” Owen was beginning to get the idea Taylor did indeed enjoy some pain mixed with pleasure. Very gently, Owen placed Taylor’s cock in his mouth, then as slowly as he could, he used the tips of his teeth, dragging them, ever so lightly against Taylor’s skin. Pausing, Owen asked, “Too rough?”
“NO!”
“Yipes! Just asking. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Lowering his voice, Taylor assured Owen, “If it hurts, I’ll let you know.”
“Okay. Fair enough.”
“I’m kinda liking it. It’s something I never tried.”
“Oh?” Owen perked up. The thought of giving Taylor a first of anything was hard for him to believe, but he loved the possibility. Once again, he held Taylor’s cock firmly and rubbed his jaw against it. Getting into a pattern, Owen roughed him up, then sucked him to soothe him. It seemed to be doing the trick. Taylor’s hips were rising off the bed as he arched his back, those new cowboy boots were digging their heels into the mattress. Seeing the skin of Taylor’s cock becoming red, Owen let up on the jaw rubbing and used his hand to continue stimulating it. Taylor’s legs tensed up. Owen wasn’t going to miss this time. Sucking on Taylor’s cock, deep, hard, and fast, Owen revved up his hand motion in time with his mouth. As if Taylor elevated off the bed, his body writhed and then Owen tasted come. Closing his eyes as it slid down his throat, Owen savored the lovely throbbing between his lips, then sat back and stared at Taylor.
~
Taylor lay still, trying to recover from the climax. As he did, several thoughts passed through his mind. Did he like it rough? A little pain mixed with pleasure? He must because the sensation of that sand-paper grit of Owen’s jaw on his cock had sent shockwaves through him. Intense ones.
Blinking his eyes open, Taylor found Owen’s knowing smile.
“You bad, bad boy,” Owen teased.
“I, uh,” it was Taylor’s turn to be speechless.
“You, uh, what?” Owen repeated, just like Taylor always did to him.
“I…I…”
“You, you?” Owen started laughing. “Admit it, you’re into S and M!”
“S and M?” Taylor snorted sarcastically. “You even know what S and M is?”
“I think I do.” Owen crawled along Taylor’s body so he could lie down on top of him. “It’s like whips and chains and stuff.”
“Yes. You see a whip anywhere?” Taylor wrapped his arms around Owen when they were face to face on the pillows.
Owen reached to remove Taylor’s hat, which had fallen partway off during their sexual bout. After he had tossed it on the floor, Owen asked, “You wanted me to tie you to the bed? Sexually torment you? What do you think that’s all about?”
“I don’t know.” Taylor didn’t want to admit a thing.
“Bondage, Mr. Madison. Bondage.”
“Oh, shut up. You think you’re so damn smart.” Taylor loved the look of wickedness in Owen’s eyes.
“I can spank you.”
“Spank me? Give me a break.”
“Slap that hard rump of yours…smack, smack…”
“I’ll smack, smack you. Now, did you mention Chinese food?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’m starved.”
After kissing him, Owen climbed off the bed to get the menu from the floor. “What do you like?”
“Anything. Order what you want. I’ll eat it.”
Nodding, Owen picked up the phone.
As Taylor watched Owen standing naked in the doorway, ordering their food, he imagined Owen in leather, smacking his bare bottom. “What on earth have I gotten myself into?” Taylor smiled.
Chapter Ten
Wednesday, after Owen had dropped Taylor off, he pretended to enter his office building. The moment Taylor had disappeared into the constructions site, Owen hurried back to his car for his own shopping excursion. Grinning wickedly, Owen hadn’t had this much fun since…
Pausing, Owen said, “I’ve never had this much fun.” Giggling like a fiend, he drove to the mall, hoping they had everything he needed.
~
His trunk loaded with the oddest collection of paraphernalia he could ever imagine purchasing, Owen overcame the embarrassment of buying the items, standing tall and proud as if to say, “Yes, I do have an interesting sex life. Ha! So there!”
In the past just buying rubbers was enough to make him shiver in his shorts. Not any longer. The new Owen Braydon was out, confident, and happy at home.
Just as he drove underneath his office building to the garage, his mobile phone made a noise. Parking, Owen checked it and found a text message from Leah. It read, “Can’t wait 2 meet T. Bet she’s pretty.” Wondering if it was perhaps a bad idea to make Jenna wait a week before telling Leah about the gender of his friend, Owen sighed. “You made your bed, Owen, sleep in it.” Owen texted her back, “U’ll C soon.” Wanting to be honest, hating deceiving her, Owen checked the time of his watch and knew Leah must be texting him from school. It was too early to call her. But he would call her tonight. Tonight. Had to.
~
Taylor stood in the portable office trailer looking over blueprints. Hearing a phone ring, he looked up at one of the secretaries and caught her eye. She cupped the phone and mouthed, “Your dad.”
Nodding, Taylor took the cordless phone from her and said, “Ya there?”
“Taylor? How’s the job coming?”
“Good. The contractors are top notch.”
“When will you be done? I’ve got one over in Cleveland that needs you.”
Taylor felt a twinge of regret knowing when he left LA, the week long bouts of sex would go with it. “Uh, I don’t know as of yet. Can’t you send Noah over there?”
“He ain’t got the same control over the guys as you do. You can’t have more than another few days there.”
“You kidding me?” Taylor replied, wondering if Owen thought he had that same strong Te
xas drawl his dad did. Walking to the doorway to look out at the site, Taylor said, “It’s just foundations, Pop. I can’t leave until I got it up and nearly done. You know what happens when I do. They start falling behind.”
“You just get it going right. I’ll send Noah there to finish.”
“No.” Taylor knew what the reaction would be before he said it. But he was not about to miss another few weeks in Owen’s bed. Not for his father’s whims.
“No? What do you mean no?”
“I want to finish the job I started.”
“And I said let Noah finish it, and you go to Cleveland.”
Looking over his shoulder at the other employees in the trailer pretending not to listen, Taylor walked outside, cupping the phone to his ear to shut out the noise around him. “Look, Pop, I’m not givin’ in on this one. It’s a huge project, and I don’t feel right leaving in the damn middle.”
“You don’t have to tell me how important it is! I know how important it is! And the job in Cleveland is just as important. Let Noah finish the goddamn LA job. You got them all on target. They know what’s expected of them. He’ll just take over and keep an eye.”
Taylor felt like screaming. It was sound logic. He’d done it before. Noah would just take over and the guys on the site would think he was as tough a manager as Taylor was. No problem. But this time, there was a problem. A big one.
“Are you there?” his father shouted.
“Yeah. I’m here. Look, Pop, it ain’t just the site.”
“What then? I’ve got work to do, Taylor.”
“I’ve got personal reasons for wanting to stay a bit longer. Cut me some slack.”
“Personal reasons? Oh, for cryin’ out loud. Don’t tell me you’re screwing one of the boys on the job. Taylor, I warned you about that. You keep away from those boys.”
“No. He’s not one of the boys here. He’s someone I met. Look, I know how you feel about me being gay—” Taylor had to stop his father’s tirade in its tracks before it started, “Dad! Listen to me!” After getting his father’s attention, Taylor continued, “I never ask nothin’ from you other than a damn paycheck. We don’t have no relationship as father and son. Shut up and hear me out!” Taylor yelled, then calmed his voice. “I’m asking you to cut me some slack this time. I can’t leave. Not yet.”