Date: Sat, 13 Jun 2009 18:11:24 -0400 From: mark corlis <mcnc1966@gmail.com> Subject: Taking Stock Chapter 5 Taking Stock Chapter 5 By Mark Corlis Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved This is a copyrighted work owned by the author in its entirety. No reproductions by anyone other than the website this is posted to may be done without the express written consent of the author. If this story is illegal where you are or you have some ridiculous hang up with two men falling deeply in love, then leave now. You've been warned! AUTHOR'S NOTES Hello Loyal Readers!! Since the wait for Chapter 4 was so terribly long, I am giving you this gift much earlier than I'd planned. After reading over it again and again, I think it's my best work yet. I tried to cover all the bases that you requested, so I hope all of you enjoy it as much as I have. Please share your opinions with me at mcnc1966@gmail.com. My only reward for writing is your comments, which I look forward to greatly. Mark And now.....Chapter 5.... Thad Barber was impressed when the limousine pulled up in front of his home at the appointed hour. Usually they ran quite late, the drivers showing little, if any, regard for their passengers. This experience was very different, though. As soon as the vehicle rolled to a stop, an enthusiastic man in a black suit hurriedly jumped out and rushed toward his charge for the day. "Mr. Barber?" the cheery looking man asked. "That's me," the lawyer responded, smiling. "I'm Carl, Mr. Bryant's driver and caretaker. If you'd care to step in, sir, we'll be underway." "Thank you, Carl," said Thad, moving thru the opened door and into the car. The drive began quietly as the attorney perused various papers for the upcoming meeting. All the contracts appeared in order and ready for signing, should all parties agree. He briefly read over some biographical info he'd found on Taylor Bryant and then found something totally unexpected. Tucked amongst the various pages was a hand written note from Vin that read "Love you now and forever." A broad and prideful smile broke out across his face. "After all these years, you still make me walk on clouds," he muttered, not realizing it was aloud. Carl quickly used this as an opening to start talking to the distinguished man. "I can relate to your feelings," Carl stated, noticing the blush quickly creeping across the jurist's face. "Which feelings might those be?" said Thad evasively. "The ones of pure love that came outa your mouth and are still written all over your face," Carl answered. "I apologize," Thad began. "That wasn't meant for anyone to hear." "No apology needed. You lawyers are all so dry and stoic that it's nice to meet one that actually has a heart, and a pretty taken one at that," the driver said. If Thad was able to hide his embarrassment before, the cause was now lost. A deep shade of crimson seemed to race over every exposed skin cell, a fact that made Carl chuckle heartily. "It's nice being love and needed. Wouldn't you agree?" he asked. Thad took a deep breath. "Truthfully, it's the most blessed thing in my entire life." The two men related the story of their respective husbands. Thad saw the extreme glimmer in Carl's eyes at the mere mention of Leonard's name. He recognized the look as the same he himself got when looking at Vin. Both men were a rarity in the gay world, and Thad was fascinated to think that he wasn't alone in remaining faithful to one man for so many years, yet being more in love now than he'd ever been. Still, there was business at hand with a new found source of valuable info sitting right before him. "So, Carl," Thad cautiously began," anything useful hints you can give me about Taylor Bryant?" "Don't bullshit him," Carl quickly warned. "Man's got a nose for crap like no one I've ever encountered." "I gotta be truthful," the man countered. "I'm a bit wary of his relationship with Jordan. Smells like a strategy for landing a full time hole to me." Carl was taken aback by the remarks and took a hot moment to calm himself down. "Mr. Barber, that's a very unfair remark. I've known Taylor for years. There was a time in his life when he was a bit of a playboy, but that's passed now." "And how can you be so sure Carl?" Thad inquired skeptically. "Just see them together and you'll know. It's a terribly beautiful sight!" the chauffeur countered. "We'll see I suppose," said Thad. "Oh yes, we will," Carl said with an annoyed tone in his voice. "And when you see I'm right, feel free to apologize profusely." Thad's expression changed. Saying he was sorry was not one of his stronger suits, and he had no intention of saying it to a man that was nearly a complete stranger. His gut had served him well in the past, and he considered this time no exception. While he wanted to continue this argument, the Mercedes slowed down and moved through the gates of the Bryant Estate. Just as Jordan had been, Thad was blown away by the sight of all the tropical flowers. He thought of how Vin would freak out over their beauty, and, suddenly, all his anger passed. For the few short moments it took to reach the imposing portico, Thad could think of nothing but Vin and how lucky a man he really was. "Maybe Bryant deserves a break, " he thought. The Mercedes came to a stop directly underneath the ornate entry chandelier. Thad nodded his appreciation at Carl, then exited the vehicle, quickly moving toward the large front doors. Looking at them, he couldn't help but feel like he was heading toward a meeting with destiny. Before his hand could touch the doorbell, one swung open and revealed a man near Carl's age also impeccably dressed in a black suit and tie. "Welcome, Mr. Barber. I'm Leonard, Taylor's household assistant. Please come in," he said very warmly. His gracious tone knocked a little more off the apprehension the attorney had previously experienced. "Thank you, Leonard," he replied extending his hand. "Please call me Thad, though. I'd hate to think I'm old enough to be thought of as a mister." Leonard couldn't contain his smile. He liked this man already. "As you wish, sir.....I mean Thad. If you'll follow me, I'll take you to Taylor." "Lead on, sir," Thad replied. As the two moved through the house, Thad couldn't help but feel awe at his surroundings. The furniture was large, not ostentatious by any means, but impeccable. He used his knowledge of antiques to identify several pieces, the lawyer in him immediately estimating their worth. Various art works hung tastefully on the walls, and Thad carefully noted works by artists he recognized. Vin came to his mind again as he practically gawked at the Monet original above a huge stone fireplace. Keeping pace with Leonard was proving to be a challenge, however, so he returned to the matters at hand. Shortly, they entered an area obviously set up to accommodate offices. Sitting behind a large desk was none other than Taylor Bryant himself. The first thing Thad noticed was how ordinary looking he was. His clothes were neat and tidy. There wasn't a hair out of place. The jewelry he wore was the finest there was, yet not too much of it was on display. He snapped out of the analysis mode when Taylor came around the desk and approached him. "I'm Taylor Bryant," he announced. "Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Barber." The men extended their hands to each other and shook firmly. "Nice to meet you too, Taylor. Let's dispense with the formalities, shall we? My name is Thad," he answered smiling. "Yes, let's do that, Thad" Taylor replied. The men broke their grip and adjourned to two chairs with a cart placed between them. Leonard offered each beverages and fruit, then did his usual and disappeared from sight. The men ate quietly for a few moments. Thad began to look at the room more intensely, his eyes becoming transfixed on a painting on the wall opposing them. "That's my favorite piece in the whole house," Taylor stated after noticing his counterpart's stare. "I bought it in college at a show for one of the more promising students. I don't even remember his name actually, but I was moved tremendously by it." "That's an original Vincent Channing," Thad stated proudly. "I'm impressed," Taylor replied. "There aren't many people who would be so familiar with the work of a college art student." "Well," Thad began," He and I met in college. I was attending one of his many exhibitions and remember that particular painting very well. The first time I saw it, it was a work in progress." Taylor was even more impressed now. "What ever happened to him?" he inquired. "His true love was always teaching talented students. Today, he teaches at the college and donates time to local inner city art classes. He's still the most talented artisan I've ever met," Thad said. "Wow! I always wondered what happened to him. May I ask how you know this?" "Sure, but I can't be sure you'll be prepared for the truth," Thad replied. "Try me," Taylor responded quickly. "He's been my husband for almost 16 years now," Thad said. The silence was deafening. Taylor's face changed from total composure to someone completely dumbstruck. Thad shifted in his seat, feeling uneasy for the first time since his arrival. "I apologize, Thad," Taylor began. "I just realized we have much more in common than I initially thought." "In what way, besides knowing a great artist?" Thad replied cheekily. "What do you know about me leaving Stephenson?" Taylor asked. "Not so much," Thad hedged. He'd heard a lot, figuring most was mere rumor and innuendo. As badly as he wanted to ask, he felt is was poor decorum to probe any further. "Would you like know, straight from the horse's mouth?" "Taylor," Thad started," I only need to know what you want to tell me. I'm sure you had good reason and who am I to question it?" As much as Taylor admired the answer, he felt a need to come clean about his surprise departure. Over the next 45 minutes, he recounted the story in all its gory detail. Thad stopped him to ask a question here and there, mainly sitting in disbelief at the partners' neanderthal ways. When Taylor was finished, the lawyer had a most pressing question. "How come Jordan never did anything about this?" he asked in an alarmed tone. "With you as a witness, it would certainly lend credibility to his claim of wrongful termination." "I've never asked him," volunteered Taylor. "I figure he has his reasons and the decision to let it die had already been made. He's still dealing with so much that I don't want to add to his burden." Thad noticed how Taylor's face showed genuine concern for the young man's well being. His earlier conversation with Carl came roaring back as tinges of guilt began to assault him. Knowing it was now or never, he plunged forward. "Taylor, I have to know something," he started. "Beyond business, what are your intentions with Jordan." He was a bit shocked at the question, not realizing what was supposed to be a business meeting would take such a personal turn. Thad spoke again quickly. "You hired me to represent Jordan. I've always felt that being a great attorney included protecting ALL of your client's interests. Therefore, I need to know." Taylor sat back in his chair and pondered the question. A huge barrage of thoughts and emotions occupied his thoughts as he considered his answer carefully. "I have to admit," he offered," what started out as a desire to give a business associate a break he needed so badly has become so much more." "Please forgive the intrusion into your personal life," Thad continued. " I hope you can see where one might be a bit suspicious where your intentions are concerned," "Indeed," he readily agreed. "I feel like I know Jordan better than anyone after the time we've spent together. We have the same wants an desires. I've never wanted to do right by anyone so much in all my life." Thad was suitably impressed with that answer. His opinion of Taylor was rapidly evolving. The glint in his eyes every time he merely mentioned Jordan spoke volumes. It reminded of him of every time he laid eyes on or merely thought of Vin. Yes, indeed, they did have much more in common than initially thought. "Well, that does give us an opening to conduct the business we set out to do, doesn't it?" Thad said. Taylor laughed softly. "I suppose we oughta to get to that at some point, eh?" The lawyer reached into his briefcase and produced the revised contract documents. "We've made several changes and additions we felt were necessary to provide Jordan a clear opportunity to benefit from his efforts. I've marked those places for your convenience." Taylor took the documents and perused them. His face betrayed his total disinterest in the changes. "Ya know Thad," he started. "A while ago I would have teams of attorneys go over this with a fine tooth comb, but now, I really just wanna know where to sign. I can tell you're a trustworthy individual and know that anything you propose has your client's best interests at heart. I can live with anything that achieves that end." Thad was shocked. His world was one of details, negotiations, arguments and counteroffers. Never before had someone taken him at his word so completely. It felt quite nice, actually. "Page ten," he replied. "We'll need a notary to witness your signature." Taylor rose from his chair and made his way behind the terribly organized desk. He pushed a button on the phone and returned to the seat next to Thad. Moments later, Leonard appeared. "You rang, boss?" "I need you to notarize a signature for me, please," Taylor said. "Be back in a flash," Leonard replied. He returned shortly with his notary materials in hand. Taylor removed his favorite Cross pen from his sport coat and signed in all the places Thad indicated. Leonard applied his seal where asked and business was suddenly concluded. Carl entered shortly after bearing a bottle of good champagne and several flutes. He deftly popped the cork and filled the crystal with the bubbly fluid. Each man soon had one of the elegant glasses held in his hand. "I offer a toast," Taylor began. "To the future. May it hold wondrous gifts for all of us." Everyone raised their glass high and sipped of the luscious fluid. Thad became slightly alarmed, however. "We're missing someone," he stated almost frantically. Everyone in the room felt moronic. Jordan, the man this meeting was all about, was conspicuously missing from their cheery group. They all stood looking at each other in amazement. Jordan had actually stirred about 30 minutes before the men came to their startling revelation. He lazily threw an arm over to Taylor's side of the bed and found it cold and empty. He reluctantly opened his eyes, finding it was now almost 10 A.M. Wondering where his favorite man had disappeared to, he rose and took care of his morning obligations. Throwing on his silk bath robe, he left the room and ventured out in search of someone who could get him a much needed cup of coffee. Beginning to feel comfortable in his surroundings, he decided that closing the small robe was utterly unnecessary. He descended the stairs and poked his head into the kitchen. A few trays and such were scattered about, but nobody was here. Seeing the coffee pot was still half full, he grabbed a cup and poured himself some black gold. After taking a few sips, he continued his quest for living humans. Thinking maybe Taylor was catching up on a few things, he decided the office wing was a good place to start. He made his way toward it, pausing here and there to sip his steaming beverage. What he found shocked and embarrassed him beyond belief. He rounded the corner and announced, "You left me alone and the bed was so cold without you!" Four heads turned and looked directly at him, open bath robe and all. "We were just talking about you," Taylor said happily. Jordan stood in shock for a moment. A fiery blush raged over his skin adding to his horrible state. He dropped the coffee on the floor and rushed from the room as quickly as he could. Escape from the embarrassing situation was the only thought on his mind. He found the veranda doors and moved rapidly toward the beach, tears beginning to escape his eyes. Taylor became immediately concerned. "I'll be right back," he told the group. He ran up to the bedroom, finding it unoccupied. Stopping to think a moment, he was pretty sure he knew where to go. Stopping long enough to shed his suit in favor of boxers and his own robe, he moved downstairs once again. Finding the balcony door open, he exited as well and moved toward the beach. A few minutes later, he found Jordan collapsed in the sand, his face buried in his knees. "Hey," he said tentatively. Jordan looked up at him wild eyed. "I'm so sorry," he sobbed. "I didn't realize you had a meeting today. It must have looked so professional, me barging in looking like I did." Taylor laughed uproariously. "Baby," he began, "this was your meeting. Thad Barber and I were signing your employment contracts. We'd just finished and were toasting our prosperous future together." Jordan had stopped crying by now. He looked at Taylor for a few moments, noticing something didn't add up. "Why are you dressed like that? "I intend to go back into that meeting dressed just like you are. We're a team after all." Taylor sat down in the sand, placing his arm around Jordan comfortingly. Jordan couldn't help but grin at the electrifying contact. "No one's upset at you baby," Taylor continued. "We were just noticing that the most important person involved in this was missing from our celebration. I was coming to wake you up but you beat me to it." Jordan began to giggle uncontrollably. He thought back to the faces of the men in that room. "Well I certainly made one helluva first impression!" Taylor joined in the laughing fit. He felt so complete sitting in close contact with this amazing young man. They sat in silence for a while, watching the waves crash mercilessly into the shore. "I really can't go back in there," Jordan finally said. "I've made an utter fool of myself." "Nonsense," Taylor retorted. "Lemme ask you something. Do you trust me?" Jordan sighed. "Of course I do," he replied. "Then trust now more than ever sweetheart. Come back in with me." "Alright," Jordan said reluctantly. The two men rose from the sand and proceeded hand in hand back into the house. They entered the office and came across a sight that began their earlier laughter fit all over again. All the men in the office were now dressed identically to Jordan, complete with open robes and boxers blazing. Jordan never felt so accepted as he did at that very moment. Tears threatened to overwhelm him once again. Thad spoke first. "At last we can toast properly," he said. Placing a flute in the two men's hands, he raised his glass once again. "To the future. May it hold wondrous gifts for all of us." Glasses were hoisted high in the air and clinks were heard throughout the room. Smiles never left their faces. They drank, laughed and cajoled each other. Thad explained to Jordan all changes they proposed had been accepted and all important papers had been signed. He produced a pen so Jordan could sign where indicated as well. All he had to do now was decide when to start. "I want you with me right away," Taylor announced. "I can't do that," Jordan protested. "I've got to a give a proper notice." "I know your boss quite well. Let me handle that," he said with a flicker in his eye. He exited the room right away. More champagne was poured and Thad knew the moment had arrived to eat the crow he'd so ceremoniously decided was out of the question earlier. "Er, Carl," he stuttered. "You were right and I was wrong. I apologize." Carl beamed brightly. "Apology accepted, but not required, Thad. I knew once you saw for yourself you'd see I was right." "Agreed,"Thad said, raising his glass to Carl's. They bantered about nothing in particular for the next few minutes, waiting for Taylor to rejoin the celebration. The topics ranged from art to the law to relationships. Thad was painfully aware of the looks and ginger touches Leonard and Carl were giving each other often. It made him miss Vin all that much more. Taylor eventually re-entered and announced the results of his sudden undertaking. "As of tomorrow, you're on two weeks vacation, Jordan," he started. "At the conclusion, you will be released from your employment with no repercussions to your record." Jordan stared at him open mouthed. He was always so damn sexy when he took control of situations like this. The younger man could definitely get used to letting him handle things such as these. Instead of responding verbally, he walked over to Taylor and planted a long, deep, wet kiss upon his unsuspecting lips. The look of surprise on Taylor's face was priceless but he followed along, melting into the heat of the moment. "What was that for?" he asked when their mouths broke. "For caring like you do," Jordan replied, leaving it at that. The two of them stared longingly into each others eyes until there reverie was interrupted. "Thad," Leonard said, " since this is a holiday after all, we'd be honored if you'd be our guest for the day." "I'm flattered," Thad replied, "but I've got a very important person waiting for me at home." The wheels in Taylor's mind began to turn. "Carl, take Thad to retrieve this very important person and bring them both back here. I assume you've kept your schedule flexible for tomorrow, so bring some clothes and stay the night here with us. Thad smiled broadly. "OK," he replied. "I have to admit. I've been wondering how to get Vin here to see this place. I warn you, though. He won't shut up for hours." The group laughed in unison as Carl left to bring the car back around. Leonard cleared the empty glasses and returned to let Thad know that Carl had the limo ready and waiting to take him home. The men hugged and told Thad that the day's plans would be cemented by the time he returned. Moments later, they stood under the entryway watching the Mercedes move toward its destination, leaving Taylor and Jordan alone once again. "I need to get ready and look a bit more presentable to meet Thad's husband," Jordan announced. "Well go to it, baby," Taylor said. "I've got a bit of work I can do while I'm waiting." Jordan's face dropped a bit at that statement. Taylor picked up on it immediately. "What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing Jordan's hand softly. "I was kind of hoping you'd wash my back," he replied with an evil grin. Taylor's heartbeat rose and his skin temperature increased. He remembered his fantasy episode from this morning, wondering if it would come true. Grinning widely, he grasped Jordan's hand and led him inside. They paused briefly to speak to Leonard about the day's festivities and then headed upstairs, locking the door as soon as they got inside. "Sit here," Taylor said, pushing Jordan down onto the bed. "Don't move a muscle. Lemme take care of everything." Jordan could only nod his agreement. Taylor turned and moved into the bathroom suite. He approached the jacuzzi tub and turned the water on. Adjusting it to the perfect temperature, he closed the drain and moved collect the items he desired. Soon, bath gel, shampoo, conditioner, and an exfoliating bath sponge were placed strategically around the tub's edge. Happy with the water's level, he turned off the spigot and added a small amount of lavender bath oil to the lazily steaming water. He moved to the room's audio system, selecting a CD with light classical music. Deciding one last touch was in order, he lit a single fragrant candle and placed it with the rest of his acquisitions. When he returned to the bed, Jordan had followed his orders to a tee. It appeared as though he'd remained frozen the entire time. Truth was, his mounting nervousness had forced him to stay still in a vain attempt to control the onslaught of feelings within him. The sight of Taylor coming toward him caused all notions of control to be forgotten, though. He knew that the only way to handle his jitters was to place himself under Taylor's spell completely, to trust him totally as he told him he did before. Putting that lone idea in his mind, he braced himself for events to come. Taylor took the last few steps and came to rest in his previous position. He took Jordan's hand and pulled him upright. Placing both hands on his shoulders, he pushed backwards, causing the small robe to fall to the ground. Not wanting to be the only one in the room nearly nude, Jordan did the same to Taylor and soon both men were clad only in plaid boxers. They just stared at each other for a little while, admiring the various curves, freckles and dimples they'd been getting to know over the last few days. Jordan broke the trance by reaching out and lightly grazing Taylor's pecs with his fingertips. The touch was so light and sensual that the man's cock began to respond, beginning to engorge with blood. He moaned lightly as the almost agonizing exploration continued. Jordan began the arousal process himself with each soft moan that escaped Taylor's lips. He increased the pressure of his touch slightly, observing that goosebumps appeared along the path his fingers followed. He changed trajectories, deciding the cute looking nipples before him needed some urgent attention. Grasping them lightly, he began to tweak and watched their hardness increase to maximum. Taylor had always had sensitive nipples, and Jordan's ministrations went straight to his already excited man flesh. Currents coursed downwards causing the engorgement process to complete. Unable to be contained by the rather loose boxers, the rock hard member burst through the fly and poked Jordan insistently in the stomach. Pleased that his efforts were having the desired effect, Jordan grabbed a hold of the steely pipe and moved in for a passionate kiss. As their tongues began to dance with each other, Taylor reflexively grasped the rounds orbs of Jordan's ass, kneading firmly and pulling them apart to expose his most precious treasure. His passion reaching near frantic levels, he wanted to attack the opening voraciously, but he had a plan and wouldn't be swayed from its itinerary. Breaking the unreal lip lock, he removed the hand that was stroking him so well and took them both to the waiting bath. Once in position, the kiss begun earlier resumed. Arms wrapped tightly and crotches ground into one another fiercely. Taylor resumed his groping exploration of Jordan's orbs while the younger man reattached his hand to the turgid pole. His own manhood was now straining for release, letting loose a steady flow of pre cum that was creating an obvious wet spot in the front of his under garments. He tightened his grip on the steaming cock and stroked it lovingly as their oral waltz continued unabated. The friction of the hand rubbing the length of his shaft threatened to cause Taylor to explode on the spot. Willing himself to throttle back, he began an attack of his own. He pulled the delicious orbs further apart, rolling the hairless mounds against his palms. He pushed his tongue further into the willing mouth and laid his thumbs against the quivering pucker. Jordan moaned wildly as the errant explorers began to draw tight circles across his charged opening. The teasing brought his own penis to full mast and his ball sac became heavier than he'd ever felt it. Placing two fingers on the spasmodic entrance to continue stimulating it, Taylor brought his other had around to the moaning man's crotch. Moving deftly through the open fly, he released the dripping cock and began stroking it urgently. The two fingers that had been teasing moved forward, breaching the sphincter easily. The penetration caused Jordan to see the world in a green hue for a time. As the digits twisted and scissored around inside him, he could only take short deep breaths as his excitement levels rocketed to new highs. Pre cum volleyed from his cock so profusely that Taylor was able lubricate the throbbing shaft generously, making the glides across it smooth as glass. Jordan's desire for the next act was so great that he moved so the probing fingers exited him and pushed Taylor hard against the wall. Dropping to his knees, he yanked the boxers down to his ankles and skillfully caught the bobbing cock inside his mouth. He ran his tongue teasingly over the swollen head, lapping up the pre cum now oozing freely. The taste was intoxicating, and he sucked like his life depended on its consumption. Pushing his face forward, his mouth erotically made its way down the pulsing shaft until the beating head touched the back of his throat. Wanting to please Taylor beyond his wildest expectations, he suppressed his gag reflex until his nose rested against the sparse pubes. He flexed his throat muscles rapidly, trying to milk as much of the tangy fluid as he could. After getting all he could, he slowly withdrew until just the head was between his lips and moved back down, impaling his face with the hard sword once again. Threatening to fall over the cliff once again, Taylor pulled back from Jordan's throat, grasping his head as he slowly fucked his cock in and out of the scorching mouth. The pleasure of the tongue that was rolling itself over his manhood couldn't be put into words. He enjoyed the sensations for a few minutes until he felt his body being repositioned once again. Jordan's desire to consummate their coupling had led to an aggressiveness he never knew he possessed. Pulling hard on Taylor's lower body, he soon had the man lying prostrate on the thick rug beneath them. Once he was sure his prey wasn't moving, he removed the offending boxers and did away with his own. Looking quickly around the room, he spotted a bottle of lotion on the vanity and moved rapidly to get it. He placed a generous amount in his hand, rubbing it to make sure it wouldn't be too cold on his man's heated skin. Satisfied that things were ready, he grasped the straining cock once again, adding the slick substance to his own even coat of saliva. Taylor had a pretty good idea what he was up to, so he reached around and pushed two fingers back into the wrinkled pucker. He pushed deeper this time, finding the walnut shaped object he sought. Making his fingers stiff, he began to poke the spot with fervor. The effect was so incredible that Jordan had a difficult time concentrating on what he'd begun. Every hit on that magic place caused his cock to lurch involuntarily and spit out another large dollop of pre cum. Over and over the invaders prodded and poked, increasing his desire for the ultimate penetration. Pulling Taylor's fingers reluctantly from his hole, he doled out another handful of lotion liberally coating his now open orifice. Straddling the prone man's pelvis, he lined his opening up with the protruding wand. He put his hands flat against Taylor's heaving chest and eased his body downward. The hard flesh rubbed along the length of the hairless crack a few times before pushing through the eager ring of shaking muscle. Taylor felt his cock enter Eden. His charged body enjoyed the warmth that now tightly surrounded it. Taking Jordan's thighs in his hands, he held the man still while the stretched tunnel adjusted to its new marauder. Feeling Jordan's body relax a bit, he released his grip and felt his cock slide in deeper. The descent didn't stop until he felt the firm ass resting against his bloated nut sac. They sat connected for a few more moments, never breaking eye contact. The non verbal communication transmitted their extreme desire for one another more effectively than any words ever could. While Jordan enjoyed the full feeling Taylor's thick tool was giving him, he grasped the rock hard nipples before him and playfully pinched. Every time he increased pressure, he felt the flesh with in him throb against his spot. Louder moans flew from within him as he increased the pressure of his attack. Wanting to provide even more pleasure, Taylor pulled Jordan down on top of him and put his bare feet flat on the ground. He brought their mouths back together and drove his pelvis upward, burying himself balls deep within his man. Jordan exhaled a huge breath as he felt the steely tube move in and out of him. The wide head rubbed against his prostate on each stroke, providing him with feelings he'd never experienced before. Getting into the act, he moved down on each stroke up, pushing the thick cock deeper. The men rode like this in perfect unison. Soon, however, Taylor felt that familiar tingling within his balls. Knowing he was close, he pumped faster and harder into Jordan. The increased friction against his spot brought on an urgent need to burst. Discovering his rider was also close, Taylor rabbit punched in short, fast strokes against the sensitive epicenter within. Jordan released a curdling scream as his cum burst forth, releasing spurt after spurt between their naked bodies. He pushed down hard, craving the shocks the hard ogran inflicted upon his over wrought body. With each expulsion, his ring tightened hard around the object of his never before felt pleasure. These contractions brought Taylor over the precipice, and he drove into maximum depth. It was his turn to release a loud, sexual moan as his cock began to spasm crazily. Five thick jets of steaming cream blasted into Jordan's bowels as both of them howled with passion. The filled rectum trembled around Taylor's tube as they came down from their orgasmic highs. Beginning to breathe a bit more normally, they laid clutched together as the once mighty attacker wilted and slipped from within the confines of its new found paradise. Passionate kisses began again as Taylor felt his seed begin to rum out of Jordan and coat his now emptied balls. He hugged the man above hard to him and flipped them over so at last he lay atop him. He planted hard kisses upon his lips as he ran his fingers firmly across the soft scalp. Picking his head back up to look at the face beneath him, he saw a satisfied smile break out across it. "Holy mother of God!" was all Jordan could say. Taylor giggled his agreement as both men merely smiled widely at one another. Ocular communication began anew as their grins never dimmed. Jordan rubbed his hands down his taker's muscular back as he wrapped his legs hard around the man he desired so much. It was perfect to feel the naked, sweaty and somewhat sticky body pressed hard against his own. He could stand to stay like this for hours on end. Taylor, though, had other ideas. There was incomplete mission to accomplish. Extricating his body from Jordan's, he moved back to the tub and flipped a nearby switch, bringing the tub's whirlpool jets to life. As the water churned, he picked Jordan up, gently placing him within the raging waters. After making sure he was comfortably situated, he climbed in behind him, wrapping his arms snugly around the limp body. He rubbed across the smooth chest and abdomen as the warm currents swirled around them. Jordan cooed ever so slightly as the whole scene set lusciously upon him. In his mind, their first lovemaking escapade couldn't have been more perfect. While it hadn't followed Taylor's carefully orchestrated path, it was nonetheless the single most erotic and stimulating experience of his life. The physical and emotional satisfaction he felt was greater than he ever had. His desire to love and protect Jordan had increased several fold as well. The early morning jitters and self loathing he'd felt were all but gone. They'd been replaced by a burning desire to experience a lifelong closeness such as he was feeling now. Pulling his man hard against him, he tilted his head and planted a few soft, slow and sensual kisses upon the slightly swollen lips. They gazed at each other dreamily, thoroughly enjoying the silent skin to skin contact. Jordan fought the overwhelming urge to close his eyes and doze for a few, knowing Taylor well enough to realize the events were far from over. As Jordan's arms wrapped around one of Taylor's, the other one took hold of the previously placed sponge. Dragging it beneath the surface, he held it there until he was sure it had consumed all it could. Bringing it back to the air, he squeezed hard, allowing the water to cascade down over Jordan's head. He repeated the steps several times until the man looked something like a drowned rat. Sending the sponge back to it previous location, he picked up the shampoo and place a good amount atop the sopping hair. Releasing Jordan's hold upon his kept arm, he used his flat hands to bring the soap to a respectable lather. Spreading his fingers apart, he began to massage the suds into the visible scalp. His fingers danced expertly across the delicate flesh as the smaller man's cock began to slightly chub once again. The pace of his treatment was slow and methodical, causing guttural and erotic moans to come from within Jordan once again. Reaching behind him as the magic fingers inflicted new tingles upon him, he grasped Taylor's manhood and began to stroke it back to life. Shortly, the two formerly spent tubes of masculinity once again stood tall and proud. His need for Taylor within him burning at full tilt caused Jordan to raise up and stab himself fully upon the engorged rod. Taylor was so surprised that all he could do was let out a yelp of complete approval. Jordan was now in total control of the scene, using his hands on the tub's sides to lift himself up and down. The discomfort of his previous invasion was now gone, so he rode harder and faster. His pulsating bone bounced up and down to the rhythm of his movements. This event was born of a much more animal need as Jordan's pace increased again. Moans of extreme pleasure echoed against the marble walls as he tried to force the thick meat even deeper. He tightened his ring with all his might and slammed downward, reveling in the beating his ionic prostate was taking. While Taylor appreciated the new approach, his need to take part in controlling things welled up inside him. Taking Jordan's waist in his arm, he lifted up until he was behind a man now crouched on all fours. Pulling back until his cock was completely out, he punched forward until not an iota of it was in sight. Jordan screamed with delight as each jolt caused his penis to become more electrified. Taylor pressed on, fucking faster, harder and deeper than he had the first time. His balls slapped furiously against the firm ass as he pumped on and on. As before, Jordan felt the urge to expel build up rapidly. The cock battering his insides finally pushed him to boiling point as an ejaculation no less fierce than his first threw several large jets of sperm onto the surface of the still swirling water. Again, the penetrated muscle ring began to spasm around Taylor's throbbing shaft. The feeling was amazing but caused his aching balls to pull up tight. He fucked in and out with rapid, short strokes and then pushed in deep. He let out a primordial scream and unloaded deep in his man once more. Collapsing over Jordan's back, he held on for dear life as both of them gasped hard. He could feel the body under him trembling as he began to regain a sense of normalcy. Pulling his still semi hard tool from Jordan's ass, he delighted in the small purr he heard when the head gave one last stretch upon exiting. They crawled back to their starting position and resumed bathing. They lovingly washed each other, though no sexual responses came about this time. The act of cleansing each other was more sensual than sexual, and both men enjoyed it a lot. Once finished, they climbed out and dried each other with the large bath sheets Taylor had laid out. Extra time and care was taken to ensure that all private regions were drier than they needed to be. Playful kisses and loving touches populated the operation, causing it to take far longer than needed. Their eyes never broke contact as they realized they had entered an entirely new ball game. The act of consummation went wondrously, and a new feeling of warmth and contentment surrounded both of them. With the drying finally completed, they moved apart and donned their attire for the day. This comprised board shorts, white T-shirts and no shoes. Coming together for one last passionate kiss, they turned and headed downstairs to await their guests' arrival. "I think we need to change one thing," Jordan stated as they descended the stairs. Taylor's face betrayed the sense of panic he suddenly felt. "Not with that silly," Jordan said giggling. "I think we all need to pitch in with the serving and cooking duties so Carl and Leonard can be an equal part of our celebration." "That's a great idea," said Taylor, visibly relieved that their sex act wasn't in need of any alterations. "Let's go see what we can do to help." They wrapped an arm tightly around one another and entered the kitchen, finding Leonard hard at work as usual. He looked up to consider the two of them, an evil smile coming to his face. "Somebody's got that I just got lucky look about them," he said. "Leonard!" Taylor scolded, a furious blush coming over him. "Well I know I do!" stated Jordan matter of factly. He and Leonard laughed furiously while Taylor stared open mouthed at the two of them. Shaking his head, he moved out of the kitchen and into the wine room. While he studied various vintages, he heard Leonard quizzing Jordan about their escapades and Jordan responding unashamedly. He couldn't be happier his man felt this at ease but would need time to adjust to the new openness. Selecting four of his favorite bottles, he laid them out and returned to the kitchen in time to hear Leonard describing something that made Carl crazy. Jordan made eye contact upon his arrival. "We'll have to try that one," he said seductively. He winked at his man and went back to helping lay out today's needed ingredients. Taylor suddenly felt out of place as he was the only one not doing anything. "What can I do to help?" he asked. Before Leonard could banish him from "his" kitchen, Jordan said, "You can help me make burger patties baby." The butler sported an obvious grimace as his boss moved into position. Jordan demonstrated how it was done, mentioning that they couldn't be too thick or thin. They had to be just right to cook evenly. Taylor observed the technique, feeling confident enough to take a stab at it. His first attempt was laughable, which Leonard did. The shape resembled a huge meatball instead of a burger ready for grilling. Instead of poking fun, Jordan gave him a few tips and encouraged him to try again. The second result was perfect, and effusive praise was poured over him. Leonard marveled at the way two worked so well together. He beamed as they made quick work of shaping the remaining meat. They then removed the kosher hot dogs from their packaging, placing them next to the raw patties. From there, they started chopping vegetables for the salad. Taylor was woefully incompetent once again, but Jordan patiently schooled him and soon he was dicing like a professional. While they worked side by side, Jordan asked a question he'd been thinking about. "I assume we'll be starting work tomorrow," he said. "Well, you assume wrong," Taylor replied. "I always take this holiday week off so Thad and I put our heads together and came up with a plan." "Care to share that plan?" Jordan said pleadingly. "Patience, sweetie," he said, placing a soft kiss on the man's lips. Knowing Taylor's knack for pleasant surprises, he dropped the matter and the two returned to slicing and dicing. Very soon after they completed the task, they heard the front door open. They quickly wiped their hands and moved out into the vestibule. They found Thad standing with his arm around a man about 3 inches shorter than himself. He was quite thin, his swimsuit seemingly hanging on for dear life. His hair was gelled into bleach blonde spikes and a diamond stud shimmered in his right ear. A gold band matching the one Thad wore adorned his right ring finger. A tattoo of a Roman sun shone on his right foot along with several toe rings. A coat of clear nail polish was evident on both his finger and toenails. "Hi....I'm Jordan Maxwell," Jordan said extending his hand, breaking the awkward silence. "Vin Channing," the smaller man replied. They shook softly, as if vital information was passing between them. Jordan liked him immediately. Thad performed the rest of the introductions and the group moved out to the veranda. Drink orders were taken and Taylor quickly moved into the house. Leonard was so shocked he remained riveted to his spot, anxious to see what the hell was happening. Taylor returned a few moments later bearing drinks for all of them, plus an open bottle of Carl's favorite wine complete with two glasses. Noting his butler's shock, he said, "Jordan and I decided that we were gonna pitch in today so you two could enjoy things just like we will." The long term couple stared at each other in amazement, deeply touched at the new couple's offer. They moved to side by side chairs Jordan had pulled out for them as Thad filled two glasses and handed them both one. With all drinks in hand, Vin raised his glass. "To new friendships," he proclaimed. The sentiment was quickly echoed and generous sips imbibed. Conversation began to flow freely. Thad and Taylor listened intently to the story of the older couple's life together while Jordan and Vin relayed their stories of shock upon seeing this magnificent estate for the first time. The two eventually adjourned to the beach while Thad and Taylor began grilling the day's meal. Leonard watched carefully over his employer, making sure the food didn't become scorched beyond all recognition. Noting that Thad was an experienced barbecue chef, he rejoined his love at the nearby table. Vin and Jordan walked in the water, talking about a wide variety of subjects. The man's animated ways fascinated him, watching his hands flailing wildly as he became passionate about whatever he was speaking of. Jordan relayed stories of his past, including his dismissal from Stephenson and Taylor's subsequent revelation. As his husband had previously, he became outraged and took Jordan by the hand, heading back to the house. Upon reaching the veranda, he moved with Jordan still in tow directly to his betrothed. "Did you know the story of Jordan's termination from the sphincter palace?" he said excitedly. "Yes, honey, I do," he replied, knowing what was coming next. "You gotta do something so those Fascist Republican bastards don't think they can get away with that again!" he exclaimed. "Baby, you know I love you more than life itself, but this isn't our decision to make," Thad gently reminded him. Vin turned his sights toward Jordan. "Sweetie, you can't let them do shit like that. Ya gotta take a stand against injustices like these for christ's sake!" Jordan let out a deep sigh. "Can we save this for another time? This day has been nearly perfect and I don't wanna ruin it thinking of those smug old farts. OK?" Thad and Vin nodded their agreement while Taylor remained silent. His face was emotionless as he became lost in thought. A plan.....a fairly dastardly one....began to form in his head. TO BE CONTINUED......