Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2009 18:24:33 -0400
From: mark corlis <mcnc1966@gmail.com>
Subject: Taking Stock Chapter 6

Taking Stock

Chapter 6

By Mark Corlis

Copyright 2009

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your bible and gimme me a break already.


 *AUTHOR'S NOTES*


  Hello again my fiercely loyal readers!


  True to my word, I bring you chapter 6 in much faster fashion. This one is
longer than most and broaches new areas, but don't worry.....I'm standing
fast to the concept of true love!


 Thanks so much for the kind words of encouragement. Your comments are my
soul reward and I feel touched to read them. Keep them coming please to
mcnc1966@gmail.com.


  My buddy Peejay continues to treat his readers to a wonderful experience
in "Plaquemines Parish," located in the Relationships section. Check it out
and show him the same love you've shown me over these last months. He's a
talented writer and I know you'll enjoy reading his work as much as I do.


  Thanks again for your continued support and I hope you enjoy reading this
as much as I enjoy writing it.


 Mark



 *Chapter 6*



 The stress felt by Taylor's silence soon passed and everyone went back to
enjoying themselves tremendously. As Vin and Jordan spoke more, it was
apparent a true friendship was rapidly taking shape. The artist even went so
far as to grab his sketch kit (a constant companion wherever he went), and
do a crude charcoal drawing of his new amigo.


 The resemblance to Jordan was remarkable. With a few short strokes, Vin
managed to capture not only the sturdy bone structure, but also the air of
innocence that surrounded him. The look in his eyes spoke volumes about the
happiness he was now experiencing, but also expressed the fear he felt that
all good dreams must come to end.


 Carl asked to retain possession of the sketch, much to his boss's chagrin.
As usual, though, Taylor relented, happy to see his long time friend so
enthralled. Carl excused himself quickly and departed, presumably moving to
his house at the rear of the property. Leonard followed closely behind,
eager to know what his beloved was up to.


 The group (Leonard and Carl included) had consumed a lot of alcohol, adding
a jovial air to the impromptu party. As the daylight began to wane, the two
remaining couples adjourned to the beach to watch the ocean become a moonlit
spectacle. Taylor and Jordan found a suitable place and plopped down, Jordan
taking up comfortable residence between his man's legs. He leaned back
heavily, enjoying the feelings of warmth and safety the larger body provided
him. Taylor responded automatically, wrapping his large arms tightly around
the man he was rapidly falling in love with.


 Thad and Vin sat next to them, assuming the same position. Jordan giggled
to himself as Vin's tiny body almost became lost in his much bigger
husband's embrace. Vin laid his head lovingly on one of the strong arms
embracing him, planting small kisses on every spot he could. He made eye
contact with Jordan momentarily, winking at him, then resuming his
appreciative gestures.


 As the sun set behind them (they were on the east coast after all), the
pink and purple rays turned the lazily churning waters into brilliant
prisms. The men were awed by the display, choosing the time to snuggle with
their loved ones instead of talking. As the fiery sphere moved off to light
another place, it was replaced with a shiny three quarter moon. It cast
millions of sparkles that waltzed effortlessly across the never ending
waves. Vin's diamond glittered in the white light as well, catching Jordan's
eye as he longingly gazed at it. He felt so complete at the moment, held
firmly in his new love's grasp while observing the merging of two souls next
to him. Passionate kisses ensued as the sheer romance of the scene overtook
them all.


 Thad soon spoke up, pointing out a fact that had been lost as the day
progressed.


 "Ya know," he began, "we came here dressed to swim today and we've done
everything but!"


 The other men looked at each other, nodding their agreement at the obvious
fact.


 "Who cares if it's night?" Thad continued. "I say fuck it! Let's swim now!"


 The two smaller men had bewildered looks on their faces as they were
scooped up handily and carried to the ever moving water. The tide was coming
in, coupled with a tropical system some distance offshore, making the waves
larger than normal. The two larger men ran as fast as possible, dumping
their prey mercilessly into a rather large water tunnel. They sunk like
rocks for a moment, eventually surfacing with salty water dripping profusely
from them.


 "Thaddeus Barber," Vin proclaimed loudly, "you may be my husband but you're
gonna pay like hell for that one." Before his words were finished, he rushed
toward his betrothed, catching him off guard and toppling him into the
water. The waves washed the two intertwined lovers neatly to shore, their
guffaws echoing through the air.


 Jordan followed Vin's lead and moved at a fast pace toward Taylor. Being
built more like a mountain, however, the attack resulted in the smaller man
being hoisted into the air and his body slammed back beneath the surface.
Before he had time to worry about his victim not surfacing, a pair of hands
grabbed his ankles and pulled mightily, which made Taylor land flat on his
back and sink to the bottom. When he came back up. Jordan was right there,
waving his finger as a future warning.


 Taylor silently conceded the point and motioned for him to climb atop his
back. Jordan wasted no time, skillfully jumping aboard. He wrapped his arms
and feet around his new steed, his chin finding the place it fit into neatly
at his shoulder. The thick neck and broad shoulders created a crook that
Jordan's chin fit perfectly. He decided that this was "his spot" from now
on.


 Sensing his rider was comfortable, Taylor dove strongly and began to swim
out into the dark ocean. Under any other circumstances, Jordan would have
been petrified, but he felt invincible whenever this man was around him.
They swam another 200 yards before Taylor abruptly stopped. The lights of
the estate could be seen in the distance, but Vin and Thad had become
invisible to them.


 Jordan let go and got a huge shock when his feet touched nothing but more
water. A sense of alarm welled up in him that was squelched by his Adonis'
strong grasp. He held onto to Taylor as the man tread water with no visible
effort.


 "You OK?" Taylor asked.


 Jordan looked up, staring directly into his eyes. "As long as I'm with you,
I feel like nothing could hurt me." He threw his mouth at Taylor's and
joined them together. It was Jordan as the aggressor this time, plunging his
tongue madly against his lover's. Short breaths burst from the men as their
oral duel ended and multiple lip smacks began. Jordan pressed himself
tighter against Taylor once the kissing interlude had ended, letting a
small, satisfied sigh escape his lips.


 "I've never been so happy," he admitted.


 Taylor responded by hugging him harder. He knew now, more than ever, that
this was the man for him. He was nearly obsessed with making their future
together as perfect as possible.


 "I feel the same way," he replied, wishing he had something more profound
to say. The two floated along, happily tangled together, and gazed at the
brilliant moon. Taylor soon realized that they'd left guests on the shore,
becoming a little embarrassed at his lack of good hosting abilities.


 "What?" Jordan inquired, noticing a change in the feel of his man's body.


 "Thad and Vin........we just kind of ditched em," he replied, worriedly.


 Jordan smiled and planted another sensual kiss upon his lips. "I wouldn't
worry to much about em. I'm sure they're making music as beautiful as ours
about now."


 "Still, we're the hosts and really should get back to them," Taylor
insisted.


 Jordan pecked his lips once more and retook his position astride his man's
back. His chin found the spot and the two were soon riding the currents back
to shore. Once close enough, Taylor extended his arms, flattened his torso
and pointed his toes, allowing them to come to a smooth landing on the wet
sand. After dismounting, Jordan looked around, noticing Thad and Vin about
one hundred feet to his right.


 Vin was still atop his husband, only now he was attacking his mouth with
unreal vigor. Thad's excitement was obvious in the clinging trunks as he
returned the oral assault with equal tenacity.


 "I told you," Jordan said, pointing to the amorous couple.


 Taylor merely shrugged his shoulders and took Jordan's hand in his. "Walk
with me," he said. At that moment, the younger man's eyes blazed and he
would have followed him into the pits of hell.


 Hades was, thankfully, not their destination. With arms wrapped around one
another, they walked past the estate and down the beach, the rapidly
crashing waters brushing casually over their bare feet. After about ten
minutes, Jordan recognized where they were. Taylor had led them to the jetty
where they'd shared their first special contact. He smiled widely at his
guy, moving closer to the long stretch of boulders.


 As before, Taylor was worried about Jordan's abilities to traverse the
rocks safely, choosing this time to take him in his arms and carry him
safely to their destination. They took up their previous positioning, with
Jordan sitting securely in Taylor's lap. Staring out at an arriving tanker,
they watched it pass without a word, the only communication passing between
them being a few soft touches. Jordan saw things as perfect, too perfect to
be real and lasting. He hung his head slightly, wondering if things were
gonna change for the worse the next day.


 It was Taylor's turn to ask about the problem. "What's up, baby?"


 "Oh.......nothing," Jordan responded. Taylor turned his man around and
looked him square in the eyes.


 "Where do we go from here if we're already lying to each other?"


 Jordan exhaled loudly. "It's this.....it's you....I'm waiting for the bomb
to drop!"


 A single tear rolled down his cheek as Taylor considered his reply.


 "Baby," he started, taking Jordan's face firmly in his grasp, "the past is
the past. Don't let it kill us before we really get rolling. As far as the
future goes, there's no guarantees. But I can tell you this. I've never
wanted to do right by someone so much in my life. I was pretty sure of it
before but now I'm ABSOLUTELY sure..........I love you, Jordan."


 He went quiet as Jordan's face filled with glee. Their faces slammed
together and a kiss for the ages began. It seemed to last forever as the
energy of their beings merged into a single, much stronger entity.


 "I love you too, Taylor!" Jordan replied breathlessly. He wanted to talk
about his fears a bit but decided this time was too fabulous to ruin. They
got back into their favorite position and resumed looking at the mesmerizing
ocean, content that life wouldn't be without its flaws but this moment in
time was.


 Meanwhile, Vin and Thad had progressed a bit from their earlier pose.
Strong animal urges had overtaken them, assuring that this encounter would
be several octaves hotter than their usual love making efforts. Pure
unadulterated sex was the order for the day! Two bathing suits were tossed
randomly on the beach as their owners had assumed a sixty nine position near
the water. Thad's tongue lapped greedily at Vin's carefully groomed hole.


 He'd been here thousands of times before through the years but it still
excited him beyond belief to see the opening twitch and tremble under his
expert guidance. Grabbing his husband's hips authoritatively, he brought his
face up further into the now salty crack, inserting his tongue solidly into
the most treasured area. Vin moaned wildly as the tongue probed deeper,
seeming to send violent currents to his extremely excited cock. Thad bobbed
his head from side to side, stretching and probing as he teased any surface
he came into contact with.


 Never being one sit idly by, Vin bent down and took his man's drooling cock
into his mouth. He sucked the well formed head tightly, running his broad
tongue languidly across it. He consumed the sweet nectar it was rapidly
producing as he pushed further down the mighty warrior. Letting his face
fall steadily lower, his nose soon rested in the trimmed pubic hair located
just above Thad's now straining member. Knowing he had the leaking head just
where he wanted it, he began to hum their favorite tune.


 The effect on Thad was instantaneous. His cock swelled in its tight
confines, the delicious vibrations producing a much more urgent melody in
his balls. He rammed his tongue inside with all his might, causing his cock
to push deeper and harder into his lover. The two kept this rhythm up for a
time, each enjoying the myriad of amazing sensations it resulted in, the
incessant humming continuing on. Vin knew this would never be enough though,
extricating the swollen head from his throat and lifting his now overly
slick ass from his man's face.


 Rolling off the tight body, he threw his legs in the air, giving his
husband a look filled with heat and need. Thad didn't need to be told twice.
He got behind Vin and lined his cock up with the begging pucker, entering
rapidly until he was implanted completely inside. Lustful moans rang out
from both of them as they paused to enjoy the newest feelings. Knowing his
lover was adjusted adequately and ready to go, he pulled back out completely
and stabbed back in almost viciously. He repeated the move several more
times, smiling contentedly as Vin's eyes rolled back in his head.


 The artisan was feeling total bliss. Every ram forward would stretch him a
bit more, a sensation he craved often. Over taxed nerve endings fired
signals haphazardly as the advancing cock widened, rubbed and prodded all in
its path. Vin wrapped his legs around his love, using his heels to will the
rock hard tool deeper within him. Thad moved to making long strokes in and
out of the warm tunnel, letting his broad corona contact an array of fiery
places. The final steps of his push in allowed the swollen mushroom to move
fiercely against Vin's prostate. Thad always knew he was performing well
when his lover's manhood would lurch at the moment of contact and spit
volumes of pre cum.


 Vin longed to burst as he noticed a change in the pace of things. They both
neared the end of the tightrope they'd been walking together, as Thad began
to pound furiously. His body took over and moved to satisfy the urgent
craving burning within. Sweat poured off their bodies and guttural screams
of desire poured forth. Thad erupted first, sending many large volleys
firing into Vin's nethermost regions. He kept his pace steady as he awaited
his man's crescendo. It didn't take long. A few pushes later, a loud yelp
was heard as five extremely large ropes leaped out, covering everything from
the defined jaw to the deep navel on Vin's body. Being slightly evil at
times, Thad drove his half hard member against its favorite target a few
more times for good measure. His man's sharp intake of breath and the chain
reaction shaking all over his body signaled enough was enough. They leaned
together and kissed deeply, Thad's spent member slipping from its favorite
playground. He collapsed on top of Vin as he heard a sharp exclamation break
from the man's lips.


 "OH MY GOD!" Vin proclaimed. Thad followed Vin's eyes to find Taylor and
Jordan returned, their eyes wide and mouths agape.


 "Hi guys!" Thad said proudly moments before Vin and he cracked up
uncontrollably. Their laughter soon spread to the other men, who collapsed
to the sand beside them. Even though half of them were totally nude and
sticky, no discomfort was felt. The bond of true friendship was cemented as
the four of them lay on their backs and let their fits of laughter subside.


 Vin and Thad soon rose and headed to the water for a quick clean up. The
results of their tryst had matted things badly and it needed to be handled
before returning to the house for the night.


 Jordan spoke when he was sure they'd passed out of earshot.


 "We should have been more careful," he said.


 "Probably so," Taylor agreed, "but they didn't seem any worse for the
experience."


 Jordan sat up to lodge a protest until he realized his man was right. All
they did was laugh and laugh, never revealing any hints of anger or
embarrassment. He did have one final thing to say on the matter, however.


 "I'm not sure I could be that free no matter how much in love with you I
am!"


 Taylor smiled at the "love" reference and figured that the rest may come in
time. It was obvious that he was much more experienced and knew just how
edgy some things could be. He was in no rush to push Jordan into anything he
wasn't ready for. If they never reached a point where they could make love
in the open and be proud of it, that was fine by him. The path they were on
was more than enough to satisfy every need he felt.


 Two naked, dripping bodies emerged from the water hand in hand and moved to
retrieve their discarded trunks. Jordan and Taylor stood up once their
guests were dressed and began walking with them back to the estate.
Conversation flowed again without mention of the prior hour's happenings.


 "So," Vin began, "you two boners gonna let us in on our plans for this
week?"


 "NO!" Taylor and Thad replied in perfect unison. Jordan and Vin pouted to
the best of their ability, having no effect on the pair of staunch rivals.


 Taylor and Thad ascended the steps to the veranda at a fast pace, never
giving the least hint as to the future plans for all of them. Neither Jordan
nor Vin realized how mercurial these men could be about surprises. Having
never been disappointed once, though, they decided to shut up and go along
for the ride. They sat down in the chairs around the outdoor table, finding
a bottle of chilled bubbly and four glasses. Taylor did the honors and
filled everyone's glasses like a pro. He felt good getting back to being a
gracious host.


 "To a magical night," he toasted. Everyone giggled at that but raised their
glasses in agreement. As they talked about nothing in particular, Taylor
rose and excused himself from the group. He had one more important stop to
make before turning in.


 Leaving the veranda, he followed the trail leading to the rear of the
property and was soon standing on the porch of Leonard and Carl's home. As
usual, the two were curled together on their hammock as it gently rocked in
the ocean breeze. He knew that they often slept there on clear nights, this
one being no exception. Peaking over the edge, he found them sleeping
peacefully and paused to admire the beautiful sight. These men were his
heroes in every sense, and he hoped to give Jordan even half of what they
routinely gave each other.


 Carl, being the light sleeper he was, felt the foreign presence around
them. He opened his eyes to find Taylor hovering above. For a second, he
stared at the man he considered his son. He'd always been proud of him, but
now felt a sense of pride greater than he had at any time before. Rolling
slightly, he smiled and moved to get up.


 "Don't get up," Taylor said.


 Carl relaxed once again. "Can I do anything for you?"


 Taylor lightly brushed a lock of graying hair from Carl's face. "You've
done more than enough already! I just wanted to let you know that things are
all set and be in the house tomorrow by 6 A.M."


 Carl chuckled a bit. "We know they are. Before we decided to pass up your
little beach party, Leonard went over every detail and made sure that all
you'd asked for was here and ready."


 Taylor smiled warmly. He could always count on these two to watch out for
him no matter what.


 "Go back to sleep, dad, and sweet dreams!"


 "Night, son. Sleep well," he replied, snuggling closer to Leonard's warm
body.


 It was a closely guarded secret that he referred to them as dad in private.
His own father was gone on business quite often, leaving a void in his heart
that wasn't being filled. Shortly before the start of his teen years, his
father was diagnosed with leukemia and passed away a few months later. Even
though Taylor hardly knew him, his desire for a male role model was worse
than ever after that. His mother tried, to no avail, to act as both parents.
Once she realized how complete her failure was, she decided that radical
change was in order.


 Having been left a large fortune by her late husband, she sold the family
property and moved them south to the house Taylor now lived in. They had
more money than they could spend in a lifetime, so his mother made it her
mission to use a portion of their wealth to fund various foundations that
carried out wonderful missions for the less fortunate. She also hired the
two men that would change her son's life forever.


 Leonard and Carl entered his lonely existence shortly after their arrival
at the new house. Then in their mid twenties, they were dapper in appearance
and surrounded by an energy Taylor felt immediately. Billed as a butler and
chauffeur, they grew to represent much more. They drove him to school. They
helped with homework. They made his meals, did his laundry and made sure he
bathed before bed each night. Talking to them was easy for the young lad
from day one, and he confided in them often.


 It was they who were there to guide Taylor through his earliest homosexual
feelings. Never once saying a bad word, they told him of their life together
thus far and lavished words of support upon him. It was at that time he
began referring to them as dad in private. It wasn't an Oscar worthy event,
merely something that Taylor decided was woefully past due.


 When his mother decided it was time to retire, he acquired the estate from
her and kept his confidantes on. As he considered what a huge difference
they'd made in his life, he arrived at the veranda to find a very different
scene from the one he left.


 Jordan was fast asleep, his chin propped securely on the palm of his hand.
Vin had crawled into Thad's lap and disappeared as well. The attorney
himself was bleary eyed and valiantly fighting the urge to sleep. Observing
this scene made Taylor realize that he was bone tired as well. Scooping
Jordan up, he motioned for Thad to follow and went upstairs. He stopped at
the appointed guest room, letting the man know his bags were waiting there
and they were set to meet for coffee at 6 A.M. Both men smiled, knowing that
neither of their lovers would be remotely near waking up at that hour.


 After saying his good nights, he moved into their room and placed Jordan
carefully onto the bed. A few murmurs came out, but the angelic man
continued to slumber deeply. Taylor removed his wet bathing suit and covered
him up. Stripping off his own board shorts, he climbed under the covers and
reached for the alarm clock beside him. Not being able to see the buttons as
required, he switched on the bed side lamp.


 Setting it for 5:15 A.M., he moved to put it back when something caught his
eye. Standing upon his night table was the caricature of Jordan in an aged
bronze frame. Below the drawing were the embossed words "The Picture Of
Love." He took hold of it, running his fingers across the hammered metal and
the title plate. Carl was a craft addict and Taylor figured he'd made this
some time ago, waiting for the right work to place within it.


 Positioning the drawing so he could see it first every morning, he replaced
the clock and extinguished the lamp. He curled tightly against his man's
back and snaked his arms tightly around him. All was right with the world as
he drifted into dream land.


 Taylor awoke like always, a half hour before the alarm went off. The lights
of the estate filtered through the windows, allowing him to view a portion
of his lover's picture. As he studied every line and nuance, he thought Thad
lucky to be with such a creative powerhouse. He'd decided that Vin should do
another exhibition soon, planning to bring it up over the course of their
day. Eager to get things underway, he rose from the bed carefully, observing
that Jordan pretty much slept like the dead. He kissed his forehead softly
and moved into the bathroom suite.


 After a thorough cleansing and a close shave, he donned a pair of shorts
and a plain T-shirt. Knowing a change of clothes was upcoming, he expended
little energy on his attire. He finished his morning duties before gazing at
Jordan one last time and moving out the door. Making his way down the
stairs, he began to worry that his caretakers would still be at home,
leaving him to fend for himself in the kitchen once again. True to form,
however, they were awake and busy as bees in the kitchen.


 "Morning, dads!" Taylor exclaimed.


 "Morning, son!" they replied with warm smiles.


 He wrapped them in a group hug and placed tender kisses on their cheeks.
They blushed slightly at the attention being lavished upon them.


 The kitchen was filled with the wondrous smells that only Leonard and Carl
could create. Chief among them was a steaming pot of Kona coffee, which
Taylor eyed patently. Tracing the source of his son's gaze, Leonard found
his favorite cup and filled it with the rich liquid. He handed it to Taylor,
giving him the look a father gives a son when he's amused with his progeny.


 Inhaling the rich aroma as it stimulated his senses, he took a first
satisfying sip and savored its bold flavor. As he went in for a larger gulp,
Thad moved around the corner and into sight. Leonard headed toward the pot
and poured a second cup.


 "Smells heavenly in here," Thad observed aloud.


 "Wait until you get to taste it," Carl added, drawing a look from his
partner.


 "Can't wait.....I'm starving!"


 "Come to think of it, I could use a little something to tide me over too,"
Taylor agreed.


 Leonard handed Thad his coffee and said, "Why don't you two move to the
veranda. I'll scare something up and bring it out to you."


 They nodded their agreement and moved where directed. The morning was cool
and exhilarating. Sea salt filled the air as the horizon showed faint signs
that another day was barreling toward them. As they settled in comfortably,
Carl appeared bearing two small plates of fruit with a buttered piece of
toast on each. They thanked him profusely and began to eat in relative
silence. As they munched their pineapple and kiwi, Taylor's mind began to
think about his ideas for revenge on Stephenson. He now considered the
possibility that Thad could play a vital role in making it a reality.


 "I have a few ideas on how to deal with those old fucks at Stephenson and
get Jordan the justice he deserves," Taylor blurted out.


 Thad's face couldn't hide the shock he was feeling. Quickly, he entered
attorney mode and barked a mandatory order.


 "Gimme a dollar!" he said insistently.


 Confused to the maximum, Taylor fished out his wallet and gave Thad a five,
his smallest bill. He took the money and placed it safely in his pocket.


 "Congratulations," he began, "you've now retained me and anything you tell
me is protected by attorney/client privilege."



 Taylor sat back in sheer amazement. He hadn't thought of this monumental
detail and was relieved his friend was so on the ball.


 "Please continue," Thad said.


 Over the next thirty minutes, Taylor spilled out his ideas in a rather
random fashion. Thad asked many questions and offered the legal
ramifications of such actions. They traded some concepts back and forth
until a workable plan began to take shape.


 "In its broadest strokes, I love the plan" Thad admitted, "but it needs to
be fine tuned a lot. Let's not think about it today. We have much planned
and two great men we've left on pins and needles. I say we get to it!"


 Taylor grinned widely, glad to be brought back to much more pleasant tasks.
"Agreed totally!" he said, raising his cup to his new friend. They finished
their coffee and rose to begin setting the day's chain of events into
action.


 Their first stop was the garden that had so enamored the other men upon
their arrival to the estate. Taylor's mother was an expert gardener and had
slaved for years to produce the stunning array of different flowers. They
moved among the wide variety, Taylor divulging what he knew about each one
and their meaning. After listening to all the available choices, Thad opted
for a variety of roses mixed with a few Birds of Paradise. The contrasting
colors produced a palette he was sure Vin would be enthralled with.


 Taylor took a bit more time in deciding, but chose roses of several
different colors, a few Anthirium and some blood red day lilies. He also
clipped two single white roses in mature bloom.


 Gathering their blossoms, they went to the gardener's shack nearby and tied
red ribbons around the fragrant bouquets. Admiring their work, they realized
they wouldn't be florists anytime soon but it effectively showed what they
felt for their respective mates. Taylor sprayed a fine mist of water over
them and the pair went back into the house. They now had to sneak back into
the rooms and place the gifts where they wanted them. This may have been a
touchy operation for some men, but Vin and Jordan could apparently sleep
through a nuclear war.


 Moments later, they had successfully pulled off phase one of their covert
mission. After sharing a fast high five, they moved to the office wing to
inspect the materials for phase two. Taylor moved behind the desk, bringing
a large bag back with him. He removed the contents and spread them out over
the oak surface. Thad cracked up at what he saw, thinking it was totally
perfect for the day ahead. Taylor also produced two additional items from a
different bag, adding them to the collection. The attorney inspected the new
arrivals with a puzzled look on his face.


 "For Leonard and Carl," he informed him, laying a white rose across each
one. Thad nodded admiringly, feeling like a bit of a schmuck for his earlier
misjudgment of Taylor Bryant. He felt more secure than ever that he could
trust the man to do the right thing unconditionally. It was great to be
making friends with such a quality person.


 Moving to the kitchen, they found Leonard and Carl laying out the sumptuous
breakfast in the dining room. The time was now 6:15 A.M. and the alarms
they'd reset would soon be rousing the sleeping angels. They refilled their
coffee and sat back to watch the action begin.


 At the prescribed moment, both clocks let out a rude howl that interrupted
the boys' peaceful respite. Jordan opened his eyes slowly, realizing it was
that damn clock being offensive. He turned to silence it and came face to
face with a wonderful sight. Along with the bundle of flowers, the framed
caricature of him and a small note that read "I Love You" lay on the pillow
next to him. He handled the clock and picked up the delicate blooms. Their
smell was heavenly, and he inhaled it deeply. A huge smile appeared on his
face and refused to let go. He was truly giddy with happiness for the first
time in his life. Checking out the drawing, he read the frame and felt
touched to his core. He suspected Carl was behind the gift and would thank
him later privately.


 Vin awoke to a similar sight, though it evoked a different reaction. Being
the flamboyant person he was, he did what came naturally......hooted like a
schoolgirl and burst into tears. He also found a picture of him and Thad
shortly after they first got together included in the wonderful offerings.
Cradling the flowers and photo to his chest, he moved to the door and leaned
out. Screaming at the stop of his lungs, he bellowed, "Thaddeus Robert
Barber, get your sneaky ass up here!"


 Taylor and Thad looked at each other a bit worriedly. The level of Vin's
reaction was as expected, yet the tone seemed a bit off. Thad rose and
headed upstairs, closing the door to their room behind him upon entering.
Vin was sitting up in bed, the flowers and the photo still draped across his
chest. He patted a spot next to him and Thad complied, still not quite sure
what to make of the whole scene. Vin laced their fingers together and stared
at the unified digits for a few moments. He returned his gaze to his
husband's eyes as the tears of joy began streaming once again.


 "After nearly sixteen years," he began, "I still fall more in love with you
each day. Thank you, muffin!" He extended his arms and pulled Thad into a
death grip of a hug. Being so relieved at the positive outcome, the lawyer
didn't even make mention of the pet name he hated violently. It seemed right
for the time. They hugged each other tightly and then joined in a lip lock
that burned several notches above normal.


 Jordan heard the commotion and figured that Vin awoke to an equally
wonderful surprise. None of that mattered, though. He felt as if he would
explode if he didn't get to Taylor right away. He tied his short robe around
him, donning his favorite boxers, and tore downstairs. Taking the wide steps
two at a time, he reached the bottom at a world record pace. His excitement
level was extreme as he entered the living room and located the man he knew
he didn't want to live without. Increasing his speed a little, he ran toward
him and lunged into the air.


 Luckily, Taylor noticed the human bullet heading toward him in time to
catch him perfectly, feeling arms and legs lock tightly around him. Kisses
were soon assaulting his face as he relaxed and wallowed in the attention.


 "Just when I think you couldn't possibly get any better, you go and prove
me wrong!" Jordan said in between the loving kisses.


 "You make it easy, baby," he replied earnestly, traveling into the the
pools of his love's eyes.


 "Thank you," Jordan replied, squeezing his beautiful man harder.


 "Hey now!" Taylor protested. "The day's nowhere near over so I suggest you
boys eat hearty so you can keep up!"


 The young man's stomach responded for him, gurgling its agreement at a high
volume. Taylor giggled and carried his man toward the dining room. Jordan
delighted in feeling of his ass rubbing against the man's crotch as they
walked. He adjusted his positioning so the contact was more direct and
squirmed a bit more than necessary. By the time the short walk was over,
Taylor's had a raging hard on that was horribly visible in his tight shorts.
Jordan delighted in the effect he had on the currently captive man, sliding
slowly over the straining bulge a few times to drive home his new found
powers.


 Taylor moved to the table and deposited his man in a chair. He took the
seat next to him and felt a warm hand grab the awkwardly trapped stalk. The
mischievous appendage began by applying steady pressure to the tight girth.
It squeezed then released, repeating the move over and over. Every time the
pressure arrived, Taylor's face became a bit more flushed. Ecstasy was
building inside him with each more powerful grasp. Just as he began to boil
a bit, the hand's game plan changed.


 The new operation required loose fingers, which began to trace over every
hill and valley of his now leaking cock. Starting at the head, they followed
the broad tip, pausing to tease the soaked slit. Riding along its natural
lines, the two digits soon flanked the broad corona, massaging deep into the
ridge surrounding it. By now, the pre cum factory was working double shifts.
Taylor's boxers were becoming terribly wet as sweat began to trickle down
his forehead. His tormentors remained in their flanking position as they
began to move slowly down the engorged shaft. They walked lower while
pinching and rubbing, the thumb suddenly joining in the party. It contacted
the strong vein on the underside, beginning low and caressing small circles
up its length. The other two phalanges continued their duties at the same
time, causing the profusely perspiring man to release a huge ragged breath.
As fast as it had started, though, the wickedly wonderful torture ceased.


 Thad and Vin came bounding into the room, squawking like teenagers. Their
faces beamed as they took the seats opposite the other men. Taylor felt as
though he'd implode at any second. Evil thoughts of revenge coursed through
his battered brain. His plots were interrupted, however, when the ever blunt
Vin made an announcement that was overly appropriate to the situation at
hand.


 "I know two men who've earned amazing blow jobs tonight!" he exclaimed.


 Jordan turned to Taylor and stared at him seductively. "Could be," he
replied, winking at his totally dying man. "Depends on what they do for an
encore," he added.


 Vin laughed uproariously! "My protege is learning!" he said, reaching
across the table to high five Jordan.


 "I pity you," Thad said to Taylor. He didn't respond, still not sure the
aching in his crotch would allow him to form understandable sentences.


 Vin suddenly picked up on his state, suspecting who and what was to blame.
"You OK?" he asked the struggling man.


 "Fine," Taylor mumbled. He was anything but fine, still trying to calm his
raging insides. His balls felt like a pair of lead weights and his cock
could hit a home run at Yankee Stadium. Jordan stealthily reached over and
grasped the rampant pole once again. Taylor's body lurched as if a cattle
prod had been taken to him.


 "He'll be OK," Jordan announced, adding, "soon" to the end of that
sentence.


 The light bulbs went off above the guy's heads. As his man continued to
stroke up and down on his poor manhood, Thad gave Taylor a knowing look. Vin
looked proudly at Jordan, happy to see him coming out of his shell. Taylor
thought of revealing the whole scenario as the food arrived, saving Jordan's
proverbial ass for now.


 Leonard looked at Taylor and surveyed his frazzled state.


 "What the hell's wrong with you?" he asked, leading to the sound of
bellicose laughter filling the room. He gave his adopted son a quizzical
look and shrugged his shoulders as he moved to retrieve the rest of the
meal.


 The table was soon filled with the likes of Eggs Benedict, steaming
croissants, crepes filled with various fruits and home fries covered with
olive oil and onions. Stomachs responded to the spread as it came rolling
out. Once it was all set, the two servers turned to leave.


 "Join us, please," Taylor managed to squeak out. It was the first complete
sentence he'd formed in some time.


 The two men nodded and took seats at the head and foot of the table, as any
good parents would. They took the first helpings, watching happily as most
of the men dove in like starving pygmies. Taylor just sat there, though,
trying to will his hapless cock down. Nothing he tried was having any
effect. Sensing his lover's plight, Jordan prepared him a plate with a small
selection of everything available. Taylor thanked him and began trying to
eat something.


 Friendly exchanges occurred between the oohs and ahs over the sumptuous
fare. Taylor took a few bites here and there as his cock continued to throb
without remorse. Pre cum had, thankfully, stopped pouring out, releasing him
from at least one portion of his torture. Jordan made no moves toward the
aggravated area, but each touch he placed anywhere on his man's body sent an
immediate charge directly to the bloated nut sac.


 At long last, all the food was consumed and the last sips of coffee were
headed down. Taylor breathed a sigh of relief, even though his tool was
still primed and ready for some serious attention. The conversation turned
to the day's itinerary, Vin begging to know more. Something snapped inside
Taylor and he stood up, revealing his obscenely hard member to the entire
crew.


 "First stop is upstairs so my teasing boyfriend can finish what he so
bravely started," Taylor announced. He brought Jordan to his feet and pulled
him to the stairs. Slapping his sexy ass as they bounded upward, they
reached the reached the place where Taylor could get the relief he so
needed. He kicked the door shut and fell atop his attacker.


 "You are so gonna pay, little man," he said. Jordan was turned on beyond
belief by these new, commanding ways. He lay back and prepared for an
experience he was sure would be mind numbing.


 Taylor thrashed his shorts and boxers off, then straddled Jordan's torso.
Taking a handful of hair in each hand, he guided the captured face toward
his angry, purple member. The desperate need to release his seed meant that
this encounter was likely to be short lived. He pushed forward and dragged
his swollen head across Jordan's lips. His tormentor's tongue flipped out
and licked lightly at it, the manly taste increasing his lust for more.
Determined to remain in total control, however, Taylor pulled back each time
the eager orifice went for more. The contact felt so awesome that he was
tempted to forgo his plan, but, in the end, stayed true to the plot he had
in mind.


 Thrusting his hips a little father forward, he allowed just the head to
breach Jordan's pouty lips. His man's face became more eager as the firm
mushroom settled into its lusty home. It didn't hang there long, however.
Jordan's face scrunched up disappointedly as the object of his growing need
pulled back again. The bulbous head, now leaking like a sieve once more,
began to smear its pearly gifts on the over charged mouth. Jordan lips moved
rampantly trying to capture its target, all to no avail. It was only offered
teasing tastes instead of the treatment it not only deserved, but wantonly
desired.


 Taylor could stand it no longer. He shoved his hips hard ahead, sinking
about half of his thick pipe into the finally happy mouth. He held the
filled face still as he pumped in and out with very short strokes. The
feeling was totally delicious as his balls began to inch closer to his body.
With each forward thrust, Taylor pushed further in. The turgid stick made
its way to the back of its victim's throat, pausing for effect before
advancing to the closing movements. Jordan nearly gagged on the initial
contact, but, wanting to see if he could take it all of the monster, he used
shear willpower to keep the reflex firmly under control.


 Taylor inched back a bit and bound forward, feeling his cock break through
into the tightest, warmest cage it had ever entered. He sighed with
anticipation as he withdrew and plunged back in again. It was like nothing
he'd ever felt before as he drove his cock deeper and without hesitation.
Jordan became immediately turned on as he felt the rigid tube slip into his
accommodating throat. He let out moans of pride upon reaching his goal.


 The noises sent a glass shattering vibration down Taylor's shaft, letting
his nuts know it was nearly time to act. He face fucked his man faster and
faster, watching his impressive snake disappear effortlessly down the now
open gullet. The sight only made him crazier as he kept the turbo charged
pace up. Jordan's own temperature levels rose dramatically as he moaned
freely and used his throat muscles to pleasure the steely warrior. He wanted
to keep this up for as long as possible, but nature had another agenda.


 Signals warped through Taylor's body and he let loose with a passionate
scream. It was as if the U.S.S. Missouri had fired its sixteen inch guns in
the heat of a bloody battle. Spurt after spurt of thick man cream rolled
down Jordan's throat, adding several days of protein supplies to his already
sated stomach. The scene was so erotic and surreal that Jordan's own cock
broke through its containment barriers and spewed forth a respectable load
of spunk into his straining shorts. It was the first time in his young life
that he'd ever cum without being touched anywhere on his lower body.


 Taylor withdrew his sinking cock after a short while, feeling a sense of
fulfillment that was so strong it was violently unfamiliar. Unable to bring
his breathing back to normal right away, he collapsed to Jordan's side and
rolled over on his back. The only sound in the room was two humans trying to
will their lungs to behave normally. He grabbed his man's hand and slowly
rolled to face him.


 "Holy Shit!!" Taylor bellowed, still gasping slightly for air. "That was so
god damn intense!"


 Jordan smiled widely, proud that he could give his man such ultimate
pleasure. The two kissed, sharing the cummy aftermath that still lay in the
younger man's mouth. It went back and forth between them, adding to the
sexiness of the whole episode. From start to finish, it lasted just less
than fifteen minutes, but captured the heat and lust of several standard
love making endeavors.


 Still smiling, Jordan said, "I need a shower now!" The wetness that filled
his crotch was soaking through to the surface and making him feel
uncomfortable. He was a bit apprehensive a after all was said and done, but
decided to hide it best he could.


 Taylor stood and helped him to his feet. Leading the way, he set the shower
and stripped his man gently. There was, indeed, a huge mass of juice
contained inside the tight boxers. He grinned and pulled them both inside.
Knowing that time was short, they washed each other quickly and exited upon
finishing. They dried each other in the same fashion, and then selected
comfortable clothing for the day. Jordan was still quieter than usual,
rolling the hot scene over in his mind. He was glad they could make sweet
love but still have animal sex. Something still wasn't quite right about the
whole thing, though.

 Taylor's relative silence came from the complete awe he was feeling. Truth
be known, he didn't think Jordan had it in him to survive something like
this, but he was happier than hell to realize a whole new door had opened in
their sexual exploits. Done dressing, they kissed once more before departing
to rejoin their guests.


 Thad and Vin were seated on the veranda having a jovial talk with Leonard
and Carl. Judging by the laughs heard, it was going very well for them.
Taylor was happy his dads were bonding with his new friends. Their approval
was always important to him, though he never let on. After all, he didn't
want them to know they wielded that kind of power over him.


 When they stepped outside, Vin's eyes locked with Jordan's. He had changed
into a pair of snug pink shorts, and a light green sleeveless shirt. His
oversized Dolce & Gabana sunglasses rested on the table in front of him. A
pair of Prada flip flops lay near his bare feet, his tattoo blazing in plain
sight for all to behold.


 "Looks like someone else got their morning protein shake!" he cajoled.


 Jordan turned a deep crimson while Taylor stood tall, secretly proud that
he'd fed his man such a large snack. Everyone but Jordan broke down at the
stark comment, but their eyes showed no judgment or disapproval toward what
had just happened. Being a man who liked to remain on schedule, Thad cleared
his throat and brought things back to the day before them. Jordan was
visibly relieved, but still bothered about something. He tried hard to push
it out of his mind.


 "Ready to find out what we're doing today?" Thad asked.


 The earlier sense of unease Jordan felt welled up inside him. He needed to
talk to someone and needed to talk now! This wasn't going away anytime soon
no matter how hard Jordan resisted it.


 "In a minute," Jordan said. "I need Vin's help with something first." With
that, he took the smaller man by the arm and virtually dragged him away. Vin
sensed his friend's need to escape and followed along. Finding a bench by a
small pond, they finally sat down together. Jordan was silent for a few more
moments before the tears he'd been holding back came rushing forward.


 "What have I done?" he cried. "I've ruined everything!"


 Vin wrapped his arm tightly around the sobbing man. "C'mon sweetie, it
can't be all that bad," he said consolingly.


 "Yes it can!" Jordan shot back. "He must think I'm such a cheap whore!"


 Vin's eyes went wide at that remark. "Whoa now, I'm lost here babe. Start
from the top and tell me what happened."


 Jordan began to tell the story from the moment he jumped into Taylor's
arms. Vin listened intently as the playful torture episodes and the
animalistic results that followed were recounted in great detail. Jordan's
body shook as he finished the tale, burying his face in his hands.


 "The sick thing is that I really liked it, but I'm scared that it's always
gonna be like that from now on. What I did was evil, and I got the slut
treatment I had coming. I'm not like that, though. I don't wanna be his
little concubine. I'm better than that!" Jordan said in between sobs.


 Vin sat back and expelled a small chuckle.


 "What the fuck is so funny?" Jordan yelled, standing up to leave his
mocking friend.


 "Easy, buddy. Sit back down and lemme explain," Vin urged.


 Reluctantly, Jordan complied.


 "When Thad and I first became a couple," he began, "it was like magic.
Things that meant nothing to me suddenly took on a whole new significance.
We made sweet, passionate love every chance we got. One night we went to a
club. We danced and drank the night away with our friends. Bottom line....we
were shitfaced when we left."


 Jordan looked at his friend, wondering where the hell this winding tale was
going.


 Vin pressed on. "In the cab on the way home, we were all hands and I was
primed as hell for a good fucking. When we got home, I attacked his sexy
body right inside the door. We, literally, ripped each others clothes off as
we made it to the bedroom. I threw him down on the bed, and jumped on top,
putting his bone inside me right away. I rode that bad boy for all it was
worth until he flipped me over and gave me a pounding I'll never forget. We
both came hard and fast, then passed out right there."


 Jordan's curiosity was piqued now.


 "I woke up in the morning with Thad still on top of me and his piss hard
cock still buried deep. He woke shortly after and went to take it out. I
held him in and we made wonderful love again."


 "My point is that after sixteen years together, there's no telling what
kind of sex we'll have from one time to the next. Sometimes, we want our
love affirmed and just do things softly. Other times, we get so hot for each
other that the animal in us comes out and we fuck like rabbits. Hell, we
even have times that we do both. My point is.....after it's all said and
done, he doesn't love or respect me any less."


 Jordan let the words sink in for a minute. Could it be that Taylor didn't
think those awful things about him?


 Vin took the man in his arms and stroked his back lovingly. "Trust me,
Jordan. Nothing's changed for you two. You've only found another way to
satisfy each other that I think's a shitload of fun."


 Jordan laughed heartily into the shoulder he leaned on. "Fuckin A, Vin. It
was hot as hell!" They both laughed together, giving that knowing look only
they understood. Vin reached up and took Jordan's face in his hands.


 "Remember, babe, angels don't have to sing every time you get guys get
naked. Sometimes things can be a bit more urgent than usual or you try
something new that's kinda kinky and turns you both on. Don't worry about
it. You're not a freak!"


 Those were the words Jordan was waiting to hear. He breathed a huge sigh of
relief as his body let all of the recently built up tension out. He held Vin
to him and sunk into the warm embrace.


 "Thank you," he said.


 "What the fuck are sisters for you silly man?" Vin said animatedly.


 The two men laughed until their stomachs hurt. Jordan had never made a
friend like Vin, but he couldn't imagine how he'd lived this long without
him. They sat for a while so Jordan could finish returning to a normal heart
rate. Vin rose and took his friend's hand in his.


 "C'mon, sweetie. You look like dog shit and we gotta clean you up!"


 Jordan shook his head and followed Vin back into the house.


 Meanwhile, Taylor was on pins and needles while the two men talked. He had
an idea of what was up and his mind came to thousands of equally awful
conclusions. He paced incessantly and wrung his hands in worry. He longed
for something to hit hard so he could release the extreme disgust he felt
with himself.


 "Things were going so well," he thought frantically. "What the fuck was I
thinking!"


 Thad shifted uneasily in his seat as the man before him became more and
more agitated. He wanted to comfort him, but was afraid he'd get punched in
the process. He chose to sit and wait until Taylor was ready to talk about
what was eating him up.


 Leonard returned to the veranda and found the mess that Taylor had become.
He'd seen it so many times through the years and was adept at handling this
situation. Putting a stern look on his face, he took a deep breath and moved
toward the emotional man.


 "Sit!" he commanded, pulling a chair out from the table.


 Taylor threw him an ice cold stare and ignored the insistent order.


 Leonard spoke again, only louder this time. "SIT!" he yelled, pointing to
the seat before him.


 Taylor recognized the tone and knew it was fruitless to resist. He plopped
down and folded his arms across his chest, pouting like an insolent child.


 "Talk!" Leonard said forcefully.


 "I don't want to!" Taylor replied, his voiced dripping with resistance.


 "You thought you had an option here?" Leonard fired back. "As usual, you
don't, so I suggest you start now."


 Thad was fairly impressed with the scene unfolding before him. He'd found
Taylor to be a pretty commanding individual so far and it was very different
to see someone else take total control of a situation involving him.


 "FINE!" he screamed. "I got carried away with Jordan earlier and I'm
positive he hates me now!"


 Leonard shook his head in frustration. "How can you be so sure? Did he tell
you that?"


 "He doesn't need to," Taylor replied. "I can tell without being told
anything."


 "So my son's a psychic now?" Leonard asked.


 "What the hell do you know?" he yelled back. "You aren't in my shoes and
have no idea what happened!"


 "So educate me, Jeanne Dixon," Leonard replied sarcastically.


 Taylor scoffed but began recalling his version of the story. Both men
listened quietly as the earlier wanton exploits were told in vivid detail.


 "Now you can see that I'm right!" Taylor yelled after finishing his
blustering rant.


 Leonard and Thad looked at each other and said, "BULLSHIT!" in unison.
Taylor turned away from them, determined to ignore their brash comment.


 "Look at me, you little shit," Leonard ordered. "I know you think you know
it all but you're gonna listen to what we have to say!"


 He trudged on without pausing. "So you had hot sex. Did Jordan protest in
any way or say no?"


 Taylor remained silent, the wheels of his mind turning slowly.


 "Don't beat yourself up, Taylor," Thad offered. "It was just different, not
necessarily bad."


 "But he's pissed at me now!" Taylor replied. "Once again, I've gone too far
and fucked up the best thing I've ever had!"


 "Stop feeling sorry for yourself!" Leonard said with an annoyed tone in his
voice. "You haven't even talked to him to find out what he's feeling. Ever
since I first met you, I've seen you let that warped mind of yours carry you
in a billion ridiculous directions. Stop it now! Don't argue, just stop!"


 Taylor considered the words carefully. It was true he tended to let his
mind run away with him, and it was even more true he hadn't heard Jordan's
side yet.


 "So what do I do?" he asked earnestly.


 "Nothing," Thad said, "until you talk to Jordan."


 He realized they were right and began to feel a little bit better. It was
short lived, however, as Jordan and Vin returned to the veranda and entered
his line of sight. His heart jumped into his throat and began to beat
wildly.


 Jordan regarded the worried look on his man's face. Feelings of guilt
overtook him as he saw just how despondent the man he loved dearly now
looked. He walked over to him and stood in front of the chair he was in
while Vin took his favorite position on Thad's lap. He hoped that what he
said had a genuinely positive effect on what Jordan was thinking.


 Extending his hand, he was much cooler when he felt Taylor's join with his
own and lock their fingers together. He pulled hard, bringing the man to his
feet so he could wrap his arms snugly around him.


 "I'm sorry," he choked out, "I didn't mean to run off like that."


 "It's no problem. I just wanna know that you're OK," Taylor replied
worriedly.


 "I'm actually better than OK, sweetie. I got a bit freaked out about things
but now it's all good!"


 Taylor thanked his lucky stars and held Jordan closer to him. "I promise
you I won't do that again." The others rolled their eyes upon hearing that,
knowing from experience that you weren't always in control of your carnal
instincts.


 "Don't say that!" Jordan protested. "I don't want it to be that way every
time, but I gotta admit, it was one of the hottest experiences I've ever
had. I really liked how you took charge and made things happen." He blushed
after finishing that last statement.


 Taylor looked at him in disbelief. How could he have been so wrong?


 "Really?" he said.


 Jordan laughed light kindheartedly. "Yes, honey, really!"


 The two men embraced tighter and joined together in a passionate lip lock.
Both were satisfied that all was right once again and that it was OK to
revisit this new and wild world again from time to time.


 Vin could stand it no longer and released a sappy "AWWWW" as he jumped to
his feet. He charged toward them and threw his arms around the pair.


 "I love happy endings!" he announced, much to the amusement of those around
them. "My boys have learned that sex for the sake of sex is OK!"


 Eager to return to the main agenda and keep Vin's mouth from going off the
deep end, Thad stood up and tried to get things back on course.


 "Now are we ready to find out what else is in store for the day?"



 The boys nodded eagerly and followed their men back into the house. Taylor
rushed forward and sped into the office ahead of the main group. He quickly
covered his two surprise gifts moments before everyone piled in. Leonard and
Carl came in last, excited to see the looks that were coming on the others'
faces. As always, they were ready with their camera in hand.


 Taylor began speaking first. "As you probably realize now, we're all gay!"
The group guffawed at that statement. "Nowhere on earth is that fact more
celebrated than where we're headed today. In about ninety minutes, we'll be
boarding a plane and flying to Disneyworld, where we'll join their annual
Gay Day festivities."


 Jordan and Vin drew in deep breaths excitedly. Disney was one of their
favorite places on a normal day, let alone on a day where it's filled with
their brethren. They talked a mile a minute before Taylor gave them both
looks, urging them to shut up so he could continue. They quickly obeyed.


 "To identify ourselves as part of this special extended family, we have to
wear a specific color. This year, yellow was chosen as the required tone.
So, Thad and I took the liberty of having special shirts made to mark this
very unique day."


 Thad moved first to get the shirts that he and Vin would wear for the
event. He held them up to his body, displaying the word printed on them.
Everyone smiled as Vin rose to inspect them more closely. The word on their
shirts read "Taken." Their respective names were printed on the back of the
soft garment. The small man grinned widely, knowing the connotation was
perfect. Thad had, in fact, taken his heart and soul years ago, a fact he
was only too proud to point out to anyone who asked. He kissed his husband
on the cheek while grabbing the shirt. Quickly removing his current top, he
placed the new tog over his head and smoothed it out, showing it off to the
entire group. Thad followed suit and then faced Carl, the two of them
getting their photo snapped for posterity.


 It was Taylor's turn to reveal his handiwork. Holding his and Jordan's up,
he displayed them the same way Thad did. The words on both were identical,
reading "I Belong To Him." The one difference was the arrow beneath the
words. Taylor's pointed to the left and Jordan's to the right. Their names
were also printed on the back. They shed their shirts and put the new ones
on, also standing for Carl so he could snap away. The men were all smiles as
they anticipated what the day had to bring.


 Taylor looked at Carl and Leonard with a lopsided grin. He took their hands
and led them to the place he had concealed only minutes earlier.


 "You didn't think I'd leave you two out, did ya?" he asked.


 Removing the cover obscuring the gifts, the two older men became misty
eyed. They picked up the stunning white roses and inhaled their fragrance,
keeping their eyes locked on their surrogate son the entire time. The
flowers meant purity, and it had become a tradition for Taylor to present
them as gifts. They were meant to show the purity of the love he felt for
his nearly lifelong companions. Looking down at their t-shirts, they became
even more touched. Leonard's read "Together" while Carl's read "Forever."
Their names were, of course, also emblazoned on the reverse side. They
cradled their gifts and moved to hug Taylor tightly. Kisses and thanks were
exchanged, then they moved to embrace the others as well. As they all
compared their new look, Taylor cleared his throat.


 "Dads," he began, "you two better hurry and get changed. I don't think you
wanna be traipsing around Disney in your suits." It was a big moment that
didn't go unnoticed by the two of them. Nobody else may have given it a
second thought, but this was the first time Taylor had called them that in
front of anyone else.


 Leonard and Carl were flabbergasted, having no clue they would be included
in the day's activities. They turned quickly and left to follow Taylor's
orders. Once gone, Taylor made a phone call and hung up just as the men
re-entered the room. The black suits were gone, replaced by their new
shirts, linen shorts and comfortable walking shoes. Their faces were lit up
like children on Christmas morning.


 Checking the time, Taylor motioned for everyone to follow him outside so
their adventure could begin. Carl grabbed the keys to the limo on his way
out, prepared to drive the crew to the appointed air field. What he found
brought another shock to his system. A chauffeur stood beside a new Cadillac
limousine, holding the rear door open.


 "Good morning, sirs," he announced. "I'm Michael and it's my pleasure to be
the driver of your chariot this morning. If everyone's ready, we'll get
underway." Carl, for one, blushed. This treatment was foreign to him, but he
thought Michael was doing a great job so far. He nodded politely at his
compatriot as they all filed in.


 The car swung out the gates of the estate and headed to its prescribed
rendezvous. The six men talked animatedly as they were whisked away, pulling
up in front of the Net Jets hangar a little while later. Michael exited
first, opening the door and beckoning his guests out. One by one the men
moved, with Carl being last. The man thanked the driver genuinely and placed
a hundred dollar bill in his hand. Michael tipped his hat in thanks and
returned to the front of the long vehicle. He departed quickly to fetch his
next client.


 Taylor led them into the door before them. Inside, they found a red haired
woman in her mid forties, smiling warmly. She moved to Taylor and threw her
arms around him.


 "It's wonderful to see you again!" she said brightly.


 "Yes it is!" he agreed. "Been far too long."


 He introduced the woman to everyone as Grace Porter. They'd met on the
first Net Jets flight he'd ever made, becoming fast friends along the way.
Taylor requested her personally, whenever possible, and was thrilled she was
along for their special day. He brought the woman to each man and performed
a more intimate person introduction, saving Jordan for last.


 Moving her before the still slightly bewildered man, Taylor put his arm
around him and pulled him close, the arrows pointing at them as designed.


 "Meet Jordan Maxwell, Grace," Taylor said proudly, "the love of my life."


 Jordan extended his hand meekly, only to be pulled into a gregarious bear
hug. As the two held each other, Grace turned to Jordan's ear and whispered,
"You're a lucky man." Jordan smiled and replied, "The luckiest." His eyes
locked with Taylor's as he said this, using his lips to send a sweet air
kiss his way as the embrace concluded.


 Grace released Jordan and invited the group to come on board. They moved to
the tarmac together, their ride to the Magic Kingdom coming into view. It
was a Gulfstream G3, painted silver with a black stripe across its
midsection. It was much smaller than the one Taylor used for Vegas, but was
perfect for creating a more intimate setting for the men to enjoy one
another's company. They move up the stairway and into the well appointed
cabin. The pilot and co-pilot greeted them as Grace showed them to the
available seats. A leather couch and two leather love seats formed a
comfortable seating area and the men took their places one by one. Grace
told them that takeoff time had come and reminded them to buckle up.


 As everyone assembled their safety belts, the stairway was retracted and
the engines began to power up. After several minutes, the plane moved
smoothly backward and then throttled forward, beginning its journey to the
runway. It made a sharp turn and the turbines ramped up to maximum output.
The craft began to race down its track and soon lifted off effortlessly into
the blue sky above. After a few instructed mid air maneuvers, it reached
cruising altitude and the "fasten seat belt" signs were darkened.


 Grace wheeled a tray of coffee and snacks out, serving each man personally.
They listened intently as she told of her first encounter with Taylor and
how they became quite close during the cross country journey. The guys
regaled her with tales of their lives, some comments eliciting surprised
looks and others loud laughter. By the time the pilot signaled that landing
was upon them, Grace had come to like the men as much as she liked Taylor.


 The plane descended quickly and soon the tires screeched down onto the
pavement at Orlando International Airport. The thrusters howled in reverse,
causing the plane to slow rapidly. Once at a safe ground speed, it taxied to
its assigned resting place and came to a complete stop. Grace released the
stairwell and secured it in place. She bade the men farewell for now and
told them they could depart at their convenience. One by one, they embraced
her warmly and stepped out to the ground.


 As they gathered outside, they found a white Ford Van with the Disney logo
embossed on the side of it. Two uniformed workers were stowing the bags that
Thad and Taylor had sneakily packed earlier in the day. Once that was done,
they loaded the men inside and departed for the resort. Excitement levels
really zoomed now as the culmination of their day was close at hand.


 The vehicle rolled to a stop at the entrance to the Grand Floridian Hotel.
As the group disembarked, a gathering of polite employees removed their bags
to a luggage cart and escorted them inside. The hotel's concierge met them
immediately, bidding them a warm welcome and issuing three card keys to
Taylor. Wishing them a wonderful stay, he gave them his contact information
and instructed them to follow the bell captain to their suite. They moved in
unison to the elevator and took a short ride up to the private suite level.


 The captain led them into the four bedroom Presidential Suite and placed
the bags together in a central location. Leonard tipped the man handsomely
and he turned to leave them in private. Each person grabbed their own bag
and placed it into one of the rather large bedrooms. They hardly noticed the
room's plush accoutrements, becoming eager to hit the parks and start having
fun.


 Taylor located each one's laminated World Pass and placed them around the
appropriate neck. This would permit them to go between the different parks
at will. Giving one last check to make sure everything and everyone was
ready, they headed back to the elevator and rode down to the nearby monorail
station.


 Very soon after their arrival, the packed train came to a halt and the
doors popped open, inviting them to climb aboard. Finding seats together,
they nodded to each other happily as they realized not one person on this
car wore any color other than yellow. The atmosphere became electrified as
the train left the station and announced the Magic Kingdom as its next stop.
When it rounded the next corner, Cinderella's Castle came into view and the
noise level inside dropped noticeably. All the occupants stared at the
whimsical structure as the transport reached its previously announced
destination and slowed to a stop. When doors opened, all the passengers
unloaded hurriedly, making it appear like a herd of cattle was stampeding
down the long gangway.


 The men, getting separated in this throng, reassembled at the base of the
station's ramp and headed onto Main Street together. The music played
jubilantly as they stared in every direction, trying to take in the sights
of every nook and cranny. Something important caught Vin's eye and he
screamed with joy.


 "Tigger and Pooh!" he yelled excitedly. "We need a picture with them! C'mon
guys, hurry up!" Taking Jordan's arm forcefully, the tiny man summoned all
his strength and took the two of them charging at the costumed characters.
Another Disney employee witnessed the spectacle and offered to do the
photographic honors. Vin arranged the men around the characters and several
photos were snapped in succession. He then had pictures of himself alone,
then with him and Jordan, and then with his husband taken after that. His
eyes blazed with happiness as he regarded his favorite childhood icons.


 With the session completed, they decided first on a visit to Adventure
Land. They rode Pirates of the Caribbean, Vin screaming in his special way
when the boat careened down the waterfall. All the occupants got a huge
laugh out of that. They rode Thunder Mountain, Thad and Taylor loving the
exhilarating speed the coaster provided. The Jungle Cruise provided a needed
respite where they sat and observed the animated creatures at work.


 By the end of the first few hours, they'd ridden rides in over half the
park. Space Mountain was a definite do over, Taylor and Jordan riding it
four times in a row. Jordan figured it was the fact that his man liked
having him between his legs. The Alien Encounter thrilled them all, causing
Jordan, Vin and Carl to release blood curdling screams at the intended
suspenseful parts. The other men teased them mercilessly as they moved on to
other yet to be explored attractions.


 Carl and Leonard became a bit tired of the excitement, breaking off from
the group so they could visit some of the shops they'd seen earlier. They
agreed to meet back up several hours later. The remaining men continued
their charge through the resort. They ate mouse shaped ice cream bars and
listened to singing bears. It really didn't matter what they did. Seemingly
normal activities took on a new meaning among the band of newly close
friends.


 The nicest thing that they were able to do was show each other affection
without restrictions. At practically all times, someone was holding hands,
walking with arms around each other, or kissing. Taylor made sure that
examples of these displays were photographed, so they'd be remembered
forever. Same sex couples were all around them and felt free enough to do
the same. It felt nice to know that at least one place on earth was free of
life's normal threats, if only for a day.


 At the agreed upon time, they met back up with Leonard and Carl, deciding
to move to Epcot Center. They boarded a different train and soon the golf
ball looking centerpiece was plainly in view. Their excitement built up once
again as they moved down the ramp and on to their newest challenge. Hours
were spent in Future World exploring the various educational exhibits.
Everyone learned something they didn't know beforehand and marveled at the
amazing graphics used to present the concepts.


 After seeing all there was to see here, they continued on to the World
Pavilion. The shopaholics, Leonard and Carl, couldn't resist buying
something from almost every store they encountered. The other men found a
bar in Germany and sat down to consume beer from huge steins while waiting
for the purchasing pros to finish their work. The ale was heavy and bold,
going down easily into their sun warmed bodies. A mellow buzz overtook them
as they realized that maybe they drank it a bit too fast. The two smaller
men were hit slightly harder, deciding to stop half way through the ice cold
beverage. Taylor and Thad pressed on, finishing not only their drinks but
those of their men as well.


 Being sufficiently floating, Jordan scooted closer to Taylor and leaned up
to whisper in his ear. "In case I forget later," he said, "thank you for the
most wonderful day of my life." He laid several small kisses on the neck
before him and hugged his man firmly. The plight shown earlier in the day
had all but vanished, the warm, cuddly feelings being in charge as before.


 Taylor accepted the thanks quietly, preferring to enjoy the closeness as
opposed to releasing another mundane response. He squeezed tightly and ran
his chin over the soft hair, breathing in its essence. Never in his life had
he been so in love, and his gentle caresses demonstrated all that should be
said perfectly. Once Leonard and Carl returned, carrying no less than ten
bags, the group rose and moved off to see the rest of the wonderful sights.


 After spending the day touring the various cultural exhibits,dinner found
them in France, getting a table with a pristine view of the Eiffel Tower (at
least Disney's version of it.) They consumed a bottle of tasty red wine
while going over their favorite parts of the day. Thad and Vin loved rides
like "Monsters, Inc." and "The Carousel of Progress." Taylor and Jordan
argued in favor of "Space Mountain" being the best of the best. Leonard and
Carl remarked on all the wonderful shops. Since nobody was gonna change
their mind, it was decided that the entire place was the greatest ever,
having something for everyone to fondly recall.


 They continued to rehash things over dishes like Coq Au Vin, Steak Diane
and Chateau Briande. Samples from each plate were passed around so all could
enjoy the chef's considerable culinary talents. All in all, it was the ideal
end to a memorable day. After coffee and mouse au chocolat, they adjourned
to the shore of the lagoon and stood witness to a spectacular laser light
show set to beautiful music. The couples cuddled close together as various
computer generated shapes danced across the water's surface. It was
certainly a sight to behold. None was prepared for the day to end, but the
human condition began to take over and let them know the time had come.


 Once the show ended, six exhausted men moved toward the waiting monorail.
The ride back to the Floridian had none of the boisterous chat that
populated the trip in. Instead, a silence borne of depleted energy levels
filled the air in the train car. When it was time to disembark, the crowd
got out more slowly and made their way inside the hotel. Feet were sore and
skin was sunburned. Sleep was at the top of everyone's mind as the elevator
seemed to crawl toward the private levels. It finally arrived and the men,at
last, stepped into the plush suite. They said quick good nights and moved
off to their respective abodes for the evening.


 Taylor and Jordan stripped in silence. The younger man looked as though he
could drop at any minute. The day's earlier stress combined with their
hearty charge through the park had left him wasted, almost unable to
complete simple tasks. He was thankful when he felt a pair of strong hands
guide him to the waiting bed, collapsing to its welcoming surface almost
automatically. Taylor managed to get the covers out from underneath his man
and tuck him securely beneath them. He then took up residence behind him and
spooned in tightly. In a matter of minutes, both were sound asleep. The time
was only 930 P.M.!


 Taylor awoke at his usual hour and decided not to get out of bed right
away. He chose, instead, to stare at the gorgeous man before him. Soon,
details of his plan began to roll around in his head and he couldn't wait to
get back home and finalize his ideas with Thad.


 "I owe you justice, my love," he said, kissing Jordan's forehead then
rolling out of bed and leaving the room.



 TO BE CONTINUED......