by Sky McCoy
Fuck me, but I just fucked myself, he thought. My husband’s body is incredible and before him no female’s body had delighted and aroused me, and had me hot and needy the way this man is doing to me now.
Payton leaned over him, staring down in his incredible face, and brushed his teeth down Taylor’s neck, nipping his warm skin, as he lay there waiting for Payton to take him. Taylor moved his hips up into Payton’s hard abs to get the feeling of his cock on Payton’s body one last time. Payton knew this, and he was doing the same, but he would get one last entry into this sexy man. As he lay between Taylor’s legs, Taylor opened them wide. He lay there watching, taking Taylor in and he couldn’t believe how hard his dick had become.
Payton sat up on his heels and stroked his cock. He would make love to Taylor and fuck him the way he needed to before he left. This last evening inside his man would mark a turning point in their lives, and he would make sure they both remembered it, and hopefully out of it, something good would come.
Lodging his arms on both sides of Taylor, Payton eased up to Taylor’s face and looked down at him capturing his gaze. He couldn’t read those eyes as he had done before many times. And then it came to him. Those eyes and that smirk on his sexy lips said, you’re going to miss me, Mr. Bailey.
And Payton lunged his tongue into Taylor’s parting lips, and with a heated kiss, playing over Taylor’s mouth, Taylor took all that Payton was giving, and he offered him everything he had at that moment as their mouths and their tongues fought for a feeling they knew may never come again.
Taylor raised his hips up and moved them around and up in an unending crushing of his cock into Payton’s hard stomach. Pounding up into his groin as Payton moved down to kiss Taylor’s chest, and kissing and worshipping Taylor’s body with his lips. Even trailing his tongue over the tattoo Taylor’d had inked on him since he was a teen.
His tongue snaked down and a moan of satisfaction and a grip and tightening of Taylor’s fist on Payton’s hair followed, when Payton grabbed the ring on Taylor’s nipple, and pulled it with his teeth, and then when his nub was red and swollen, Payton sucked it slow, and caressed it with his tongue.
Taylor gave out an appreciative soft moan for the gentle touch.
Payton dry humped down Taylor’s body and they both groaned as Taylor opened his legs wide. Payton reached and hiked up one of Taylor’s legs over his shoulder as Taylor watched at him eager to have Payton take him. He reached on the nightstand and handed Payton the lube, with Payton biting at his thigh.
Payton held it with his free hand and with Taylor’s leg resting on his shoulder he poured an ample supply of liquid down to his bunched muscled opening. Taylor’s hole tightened from the coolness of the oil as Payton glanced up knowing that hungry look he saw in Taylor’s eyes. Payton knew Taylor wanted him to take him hard this time by the silence between them.
Payton wanted it too, and he thought they both needed that. At least he would have something to remind him of the man he’d loved and still did.
Silently Payton tossed the lube on Taylor’s left side, and then he looked up at the man he loved more than life, but couldn’t bear to know that a man had fucked him the way he was readying to fuck him now.
When he first met Taylor, Taylor had made him a bottom, and now Payton delighted in knowing that he would do the same thing to him.
Looking at Taylor and his gorgeous body, Payton tried to dismiss the thought that Taylor had been someone’s bottom. But it kept coming back and he couldn’t erase it from his headspace. To make Payton feel better, he decided to fuck Taylor hard in hopes that would either punish him, or ease Taylor’s memories, and fill his mind with him because of what he was going to do to him tonight.
Payton was feeling vulnerable and he didn’t think he could confess that to his husband, his partner. But wasn’t that what husbands were for, to tell your innermost secrets to? That he was feeling as if Taylor would one day leave him for the man who declared that he wanted Taylor at any cost—Dylan.
Maybe he wasn’t enough for Taylor? Taylor had never said this to Payton, but Payton thought he had some deficiencies and lacked some of the skills of making love the way Taylor had been used to. Payton thought since he had never been part of the gay life style, he didn’t know what Taylor expected from him.
Payton had wanted Taylor at any cost and he was willing to change everything in his life in one night. One night with Taylor inside him had changed him forever, and now he hoped the last night with Taylor would change Taylor forever. Did he want to punish him?
Hell yes he did. He wanted to punish Taylor for making him love him so much.
Looking into Taylor’s eyes, Payton spilled the lube all on his fingers. Before, Taylor’s hole had been too tight when he took him at the wedding, and although he had enjoyed being inside Taylor, he knew there was more pleasure to be had from fucking him, and he wanted it tonight because now he’d made up his mind about the two of them.
With Taylor’s leg over his shoulder, he could go deep inside. And that’s where he wanted to be. It was this position that Taylor had him in, his leg hoisted on his shoulder and his fingers opening him up wide to take him when he first met Taylor on that fortuitous night.
Payton placed three thick fingers on the outside of the ring of tight muscles in Taylor’s ass, and pushed it inside him. Taylor took it in with a gasp, and then like a man who had been there before, he fucked Payton’s fingers as he fisted his own dick.
Payton with one hand, pushed his fingers in and out of Taylor’s tight hole, Taylor moaned and his breathing intensified as he worked his ass into the fingers, and against Payton’s groan, with his eyes locking on Taylor’s.
But there wasn’t any shame because of the pleasure Taylor was enjoying as he helped Payton finger fuck him. This was his husband and as Payton’s eyes met his, he stroked his cock with the most erotic look that Payton was sure he would come before he entered Taylor.
The color of Taylor’s eyes deepened to a dark green when he became aroused, and ready to come, and he was ready to come all over his stomach, and Payton, from the look of the pre-come dripping down Taylor’s fist, and landing on his stomach. Taylor stroked his cock judiciously as he watched Payton trying not to come before Payton had entered him. His gaze never left Payton’s.
Taylor’s green eyes darkened the same way when he introduced himself to Payton and when Payton agreed to go to his home for a drink.
PAYTON REMEMBERED. It was that heated soul scorching glance that seduced him when they sat on Taylor’s couch, and when Taylor reached behind Payton’s head with his strong hands and brought him into a kiss.
At first Payton had reservations, about all this happening so quick, but the kiss and the look was so seductive that Payton found himself capitulating to his own needs, and his need was for Taylor to suck his cock. He hadn’t thought that it would lead to Taylor giving him a blowjob and then having his leg hiked up in Taylor’s bed with him lying on top of him with his dick in his ass, but it happened and it was the most satisfying of his life.
He had never had a feeling like that before and all he remembered was Taylor kissing his nipple as he gazed up at him. Taylor’s eyes never left his even when he was sucking Payton’s cock.
And when Payton caught his breath and before he could protest which he didn’t, Taylor’s cock was buried deep down inside him where he didn’t know where Taylor began and he left off.
WITH TAYLOR’S LEG HOISTED on Payton’s wide shoulder, and Payton holding it with one hand, he reached for his cock and teased his dripping cock over Taylor’s opening as he glanced down, and then he aimed the tip of his length over the tight hole and made one stroke and plunged through his tight rows of flesh without a word.
Taylor gasped and shouted Payton’s name as his tight muscles in his sweet hole tightened around Payton’s cock.
“I want to hear you call out my name,” Payton said as he rocked forward on Taylor’s hole. “I never want you to forget who is making
you their bottom and how much you want it.”
“Payton, Payton, there will never be anyone for me but you.”
Chills rose on Payton’s skin when Taylor called out his name. Payton thought he had never felt anything that pleasurable in his life. Was he trying to make Taylor never forget him because he appeared to have falling into the trap he was digging for Taylor.
He felt at that moment that Taylor had cheated him. Taylor’s ass had been deliciously unbelievable, and he wished he had spent that time married to Taylor inside him the way Dylan must have felt inside Taylor’s now virgin ass.
Pumping in and pulling out Payton breathed hard and cursed through his teeth. “Why didn’t you tell me, Taylor, that your ass was this sweet and perfect?” he barked out.
Taylor didn’t have an answer to that. All he did was call out Payton’s name and give in to the tongue that Payton forced through his waiting eager mouth each time he pulled out and pushed back into him.
Being on top of Taylor had been heaven for Payton, and if he died, he thought there was no better feeling than the one he experienced now, and to be topping Taylor balls deep inside him tunneling and grinding in Taylor’s ass.
Payton hammered into Taylor, and pulled out and went back in with a fury that Taylor had yet to see. He took little care and just burrowed inside him as if it was Taylor’s fist he was fucking, but it was much better than a fist. It was the insides of this man. My husband and soon he would be my husband no longer if anyone gets a taste of his sweet ass, Payton thought.
Now Payton knew why Dylan would confront him, and tears welled up inside of him. Losing this man the way he was now meant that he would no longer have possession of something that made his life worth carrying on.
Payton felt it, and that’s why he had to make a decision. To take his pain now and move on, or stay and hope things were not what they appeared to be because he couldn’t take it that there was another man in Taylor’s life but him.
A woman he could handle, but a man, he thought he had been too jealous and too laidback to ever hold a man like Taylor Knox. And that’s why he had to go out of his way to be demonstrative when he thought he had been threatened. And clearly Dylan was threating him and the weapon was his love for Taylor.
THE NEXT MORNING TAYLOR turned over and felt the bed. He smoothed his palm over the sheet and clutched the pillow next to him, and he inadvertently thought that perhaps Payton had taken a shower, but he didn’t hear water running. He sat up quickly because he felt something was wrong, but he didn’t know what. He stepped out of bed on to the cold hard wood floor, but that didn’t affect his senses. Normally, he would place something on his feet before traipsing across the marbled floor, but he was naked so why bother, and he didn’t want to waste time.
Scrambling around the dim lit spacious apartment, he saw no signs of Payton. He’d checked in his office and Payton’s office space before checking the time and no Payton.
He’d over slept, but not by much. Maybe Payton had gotten up early and went into work, but after they made love, Payton had called into his personal assistant and said that he was taking a needed vacation. So he wasn’t at work. Where was he?
Maybe he had gone out for coffee, but that didn’t make sense, they had loads of coffee as a present from Jami. He looked everywhere, kitchen, extra bedrooms, restroom, and still nothing. The place was eerily quiet but for a low hum coming from the living area. He would check their large closets last.
The last place he wanted to look was in the closet. That would tell him what he already knew. When he got to the living area, playing over and over was Lady Gaga’s, “Million Reason.”
Taylor stopped in his tracks. It was a message Payton had left. “Why the fuck can’t he write a note or something like everyone else,” he murmured into the room that felt empty without Payton. But as he listened to the words, “I have a million reasons to walk away...baby, I need one reason to stay.”
Falling into the nearest chair. He sat there all day realizing what had just happened.
Chapter Ten
PAYTON BAILEY STEPPED off the plane in a nearby town not far from his home in Creswell, Oregon. Creswell was known as the Friendly City. At least that’s what the billboards said when he left to go to San Francisco. It was friendly then when Payton was a teen, but he didn’t think it would be now if his brothers had found out about his status as a gay man.
They were his older brothers by two and three years, and both had gone into the armed service and were still there. He was the baby and they found money to help him go to college, and he left to go to San Francisco after attending law school.
It may have been because of them that he hadn’t been home, and probably why he left in the first place. Now he didn’t know how he’d face them knowing what he knew and trying to live up to expectations set by their world view.
He had heard them many times when they came home talking about the gays in the military as if it was a disease they would catch just being in their presence. And to his shame he had participated in the conversation just because he wanted to be a part of them, and he was the youngest so it was only natural that he’d tried to emulate them.
Living in San Francisco and being around men had changed his small town thinking and influence. He was a part of that community that people whispered about whether he liked it or not. But why was he back here? He always wanted to leave and go someplace where he didn’t have to be reminded that he came from a small town. Deep down inside he thought like a city person. He wanted to be around people and lose himself in that life where no one knew you because he never knew himself completely.
Retrieving his luggage that he’d packed in a hurry, he stepped into a cab. Payton gave the cabbie the address of his mother and father’s home. His father had died earlier and when he traveled home some five years ago, that was the last time he saw his mother, brothers, and sister.
His father wasn’t big on funerals so they’d cremated him and buried his remains. Where? Payton hadn’t hung around long enough to find out.
But now he wanted to be home because he didn’t know who he was. Am I that straight man who left, or the gay man I’ve become? There was too much running around in his headspace and especially the thoughts of Taylor, and what it must have done to him because he just walked out without a word. It is too late now, he thought. Too late to have regrets.
The ride took enough time for Payton to think about when and what he wanted to tell his mother. He hoped she would understand if he chose to reveal to her that he was in love with someone, and that someone wasn’t a woman, but a man. And that he left the person he wanted to spend his life with because he felt insecure because of his jealous nature.
As the cab drove up to the small house setting back from the road, he stepped out and paid the driver. He took time to look at the small one story house in front of him. The first thing that caught his eyes was the swing out front on the porch. And then he picked up his bag and strolled up the walk. He took his time because he wanted to think of what he would say to his mother.
He knew she would be home. Her job at the local grocery store arranging flowers had given out a few years back, and Payton had helped her out with a monthly stipend since his brothers and sister had married, and could no longer spare money to contribute. His mother a proud woman had tried to return the money, but Payton had convinced her that he was doing well and had more money than he knew what to do with, which was true.
This had been true since he’d married Taylor and moved from San Francisco. And then it occurred to him that he had never told his mother that he married someone. How would she take that news now? The way most mothers would. She would probably think that he was ashamed of her, or he hated her, but neither were true.
She might feel ashamed of him, he thought, and she might turn him away once he revealed to her the truth about himself. No. That wasn’t his mother.
Stepping up on the porch, he glanced around at the swing. Payton’s mother wou
ld be sitting there waiting for the school bus when he was a child coming home, and have his food ready for him as he tore through the door racing to the kitchen.
Placing his finger on the bell, he stood and looked at it, and when the door opened and a woman with the brightest smile and dark hair with sprinkles of grey in front and throughout her short hair, looked up and saw that it was Payton, tears pooled in her eyes, and as the sunlight caught her bright glistening brown eyes, Payton grabbed his mother and hugged her. She leaned her head against his stout chest and wept.
They stood in that same embrace of a mother and son for what seemed like hours unable to release each other wondering if it was just a dream, and not wanting to wake up from it.
Finally, his mother pulled herself away. “Let me look at you, my son. My baby boy. You made a handsome man. But then you know that. But then you never knew it. You always thought it was something wrong with you because you couldn’t keep a girl. I bet they’re falling all over you now,” she said, her voice filled with pride, and soothing.
They stepped into the house and his mother continued talking. Payton glanced around the room. Nothing had changed. The same curtains that had been present at the funeral, same sofa, and his father’s chair. Pictures of her children lined the bookcases with not a speck of dust anywhere.
“You look wonderful, Payton. What have you been doing, my son? I receive the money you send me twice a month, but nothing else, not a letter or phone call to tell me how you’ve been.”
“I work all the time, Mother.” Now is the time to tell her that you’re married. You could leave out the part where he’s a man, Payton thought, as his eyes moved around the room seeing all that was familiar.
Payton sat and his mother sat near him holding onto his hand. “You’re more beautiful now, than when father was alive.”
