Chapter 16 #2
“Good idea.” They strolled inside the small shop, bought ball caps, and ended up at Clammies for a late lunch. They sat across from one another in a booth.
“Man, are you ever sexy in a ball cap.” Rod grinned at Wyl, peering with seductive eyes beneath the bill of his own cap.
“Stop that, Rod Sterling. You’re turning me on.
” Wyl’s chubby threatened to become a full hard-on as he gazed at his husband’s seductive expression.
He found him attractive when he met Rod on his first day in the classroom.
That attraction never faded. His stomach fluttered every time he looked at Rod.
“And you’re sexy in a ball cap, too. We should take these off in the restaurant. ”
They removed the distracting caps and ordered clam chowder and San Francisco beer. The beer arrived first.
“Here’s to San Francisco.” Wyl hoisted his bottle for Rod to tap.
“Here’s to Sterlings in San Francisco.” Rod clinked his bottle to Wyl’s, and they took a deep draw.
Wyl coughed. “God, that tastes awful. What the fuck is it?”
“It’s a local beer.” Rod shuddered. “And I agree, not what I expected.”
“Can we order something else?” Wyl set the bottle down and nudged it toward the table's edge with his fingertips.
“Sure, babe.” Rod shoved his bottle likewise. “They likely won’t have Shiner or Ziegenbock. Those are Texas beers. But surely they have a dark beer we’ll like.”
The server arrived with the chowder.
“Take these away.” Rod waved his hand at the local beer dismissively. “What dark draft beer do you offer?”
“We serve Guinness or Dos Equis Amber on tap,” she said.
“What do you think, Wyl?”
“Dos Equis works for me.”
“Make that two.”
She left, and they dug into the delicious creamy clam chowder, spooning a bit of the sourdough boule with each bite. The server arrived with pints of Dos Equis, and they drank down the cold beer while finishing the chowder.
“Wow, fantastic lunch!” Wyl wiped his mouth.
“I always try to enjoy at least one meal of chowder while in San Francisco, but the city includes so many great restaurants it’s hard to choose.”
They paid their tab, donned their caps, and walked over to the area where the sea lions basked in the sun. In the distance, the spires of the Golden Gate Bridge reached for the blue sky.
“We are lucky to have a day with no fog,” Rod said, glancing at his husband.
“I could so kiss you right now.” Love flooded Wyl’s chest as he gazed at the man who captured his heart. Not only was Rod sexy as hell, but he also filled a gap Wyl didn’t know existed until that fateful day last year.
“Stop looking at me with those lusty eyes, Wyl Sterling.” Rod bumped Wyl’s shoulder. “I’m already half-hard. You’re the one who’s sex on two legs in that ball cap.”
Wyl aimed an air kiss at Rod before turning his attention to the sea lions. He heard Rod sigh and, out of the corner of his eye, noticed Rod studying the sea lions, too.
“I wonder if sea lions think each other is sexy?” Rod asked.
Wyl laughed. “Talking of being sexy is NOT helping. Besides, they’re not wearing ball caps.”
Rod bumped his shoulder against Wyl’s. “What are we going to do? I can’t leave this railing.”
“We need to think of something else. How about them Rangers?”
Rod looked through the crowd on the pier. “I don’t see any park rangers around here.”
Wyl spoke through a chuckle, “I meant Texas Rangers. You know...baseball?”
“Oh. Uh-huh. Sexy muscle-hunk ball players. Talk about not helping...”
“How about the law enforcement kind?”
“Uh-huh. Sexy authority figures in uniform.”
“Shut up!” Wyl said. “Now it’s you who isn’t helping.” He nudged Rod’s elbow. “Don’t turn around. I think Mitzi is lurking in the shadows behind us.”
“Where?” Rod started to turn.
“No!” Wyl whispered. “Don’t. She’ll know we saw her. Let’s amble off to your left.”
They walked toward the bus stop at the entrance to Pier 39.
“Let’s catch the bus.” Rod pulled Wyl’s sleeve and hurried toward the bus stop. “We need to get home.”
They boarded the bus, which took them in the direction of their condo, and sat side by side.
“Do you think we gave Mitzi the slip?” Rod asked as they took their seats on the bus.
Wyl blew in Rod’s ear. “I made it up so we could get to the bus without our turned-on status being obvious.”
“Boy, are you gonna get it when we get back to the condo,” Rod whispered in Wyl’s ear, blowing in it and giving Wyl a taste of his own medicine. “You in that ball cap is so sexy.”
Wyl chuckled. “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to get off this bus without it being obvious you turn me on, too.”
“That guy riding in the cab sure does look like Alfonso Ortega.” Rod pointed out the bus window. “Do you think he followed us here, bringing his hate campaign to San Francisco?”
“Where?” Wyl leaned over Rod and gawked at the cab.
“Oh…no…my mistake.” Rod poked Wyl in the ribs. “Two can play at that game.”
“Just wait until I get you on that elevator.” Wyl drew his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, making Rod shiver.
As the bus slowed to a stop, they ran to their building.
Wyl dropped his keycard three times as he tried to insert it into the elevator's slot to open the door. As the elevator doors closed to ascend to the penthouse, Wyl slammed into Rod, pressing him against the elevator wall in a searing kiss. They broke apart for nanoseconds to remove sweaters and shirts before sucking face like teenagers. As the penthouse doors opened, they stumbled out. Belts flew off, and jeans fell to their knees while they clumsily tripped toward the bedroom, maintaining lip contact as much as possible. Shoes and clothing went flying in all directions. They raced to the bed and devoured each other, kissing, caressing, licking, and sucking, both so turned on they couldn’t wait to be united.
“Which?” Rod panted heavily in the throes of passion, his hands all over Wyl and his mouth kissing every surface he could reach.
“Me,” Wyl said, reaching for the lube and tossing it on the bed within Rod’s reach, groping, tugging, and pinching everywhere he could grab Rod’s skin, nibbling and sucking the testosterone-laced taste of his man.
Rod poured lube into Wyl’s hand, and Wyl lubed up Rod’s cock and pulled his knees to his chest, almost in the same motion. Rod mounted and inserted, and they met in a brutal kiss, teeth clashing and tongues lashing, savoring every flavor and every sensation.
“I’m about to cum, daddy,” Rod panted as his flushed face distorted with the approaching orgasm.
“Ride me, cowboy,” Wyl shouted as his orgasm overtook him, and they both howled with a release.
All sounds ended as they each held their breath through the intense waves of contractions, unloading jets of man-seed.
The orgasm seemed to last for an eternity, after which they collapsed in each other's arms.
“Wow,” Wyl panted. “We should buy ball caps more often!”
Rod chuckled softly, “We'd better put those away, or we won’t make it to the session tomorrow or see anything else in San Francisco.”
Wyl held Rod tightly for another few minutes, savoring the erotic energy between them. Even his one fling in the Marines didn’t give him the pleasure he got from touching his husband.
Rod whispered in Wyl’s ear. “I love you.”
Wyl tightened his arms around the only man he could ever love. “Ditto.”
After untangling themselves, they headed for the shower, where they enjoyed cleaning each other. They toweled dry before putting on the thick terry robes provided by the condo.
“We need to call Joe and firm up plans for tomorrow,” Wyl said.
“You do that, and I’ll pick up the trail of clothing we left between the elevator and the bedroom.” Rod laughed as he spied a sock by the balcony sliding glass door. “Man, we threw clothes everywhere!”
Wyl picked up his cell phone, opened contacts, and tapped Joe’s name.
“Joe Cooper.” Joe’s familiar voice made Wyl smile.
“Joe, Wyl Sterling here. How are you?”
“Doing great, Wyl. Are you and Rod in the city?”
“Got in yesterday, Joe.”
“Condo okay?”
“It’s fantastic. I don’t know how you found it, but it’s perfect.”
“So, I guess you two are settling in okay.”
“We’re good, Joe. Now, about tomorrow…”
“Right. The session is at Glide Church, at the corner of Ellis and Taylor in the Tenderloin district. It’s an easy walk from your condo.”
“Glide Church. Ellis & Taylor.” Wyl repeated the words as he wrote on a scratch pad by the phone. “Got it.”
“The session starts at 7:00, but why don’t you two come around 6:30 so we can get situated before the event begins?”
“Six-thirty sounds good,” Wyl said
“We’ll meet in the Fellowship Hall of the church.
We have seventy-five in the group, but attendance is normally around fifty.
Most attendees are couples, but we also have a few singles.
For the newspaper, I’ll be writing an article about this session as a follow-up to the magazine article on you two and as a promotion for the support group.
I hope additional press coverage is okay. ”
“Sounds fine, Joe.”
“Great. I have your number, so I’ll be in touch if anything changes. Otherwise, I’ll see you both tomorrow at 6:30.”
“Thanks, Joe. Enjoy your evening.”
“You too, Wyl. Best to Rod.”
“Bye.”
“Our session tomorrow isn’t until seven.” Wyl tossed his cell phone on the coffee table. “Joe said we should show up around six-thirty, which means the entire day is ours. Any thoughts?”
“Why don’t we sleep in and fix a late breakfast here? We’ll take a bus up to the Castro and browse the gay shops before we enjoy a late lunch at Harvey’s.”
“What’s Harvey’s?”
“Harvey Milk. A gay activist from the 1970s who helped bring the gay culture out of the closet and into the mainstream. He was assassinated in 1978 here in San Francisco. His murder only heightened the movement. He’s one of the reasons we can be so comfortable in public today.”
“A late lunch at Harvey’s sounds like a good idea.”
“There is a movie about his life. I’ll see if I can find it on cable, and we can watch it tonight. Now that you’re a flaming queen, you should know about things like this,” Rod teased.
“I’ll show you flaming queen,” Wyl grabbed Rod and tickled him mercilessly. They laughed as they wrestled.
Rod did find the movie, and after a light supper, they adjourned to the library to enjoy the film.
They stowed the ball caps safely in the closet. Despite the threatening call from Mitzi, they went to bed tired and happy after a fantastic first full day in San Francisco.