Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
The Wednesday morning sun shone into the room. Wyl rolled over and gazed at his sleeping husband.
Rod stretched, yawned, and cracked open his eyes before saying, “Good morning. You’re a handsome sight to wake up to,” in a deep, gravelly voice.
He sidled over to hug Wyl. “Yesterday wore us out. Judging by the sun, it must be well after eight o’clock.
” Wyl opened his arms as Rod squeezed closer.
He wrapped him in his love and kissed Rod’s forehead as his hand gently caressed Rod’s chest, and his fingertips toyed with the fine hair.
“Mmmmm…you make me feel so good. I could lie in your arms for hours,” Rod whispered. His hand moved down to Wyl’s navel, and his fingertips stroked his stomach.
“I love it when you touch me,” Wyl said. “That sensation we talked about last night is one of the best things about us.”
“Touching you gives me the same sensations.” Rod’s hand moved down to Wyl’s stiff cock, and his fingers worked their magic up and down his shaft.
Wyl’s chest vibrated in a soft moan. “You always know how to make the little rancher stand at attention.”
Wyl reached down and toyed with Rod’s manhood. It pulsed at his touch as Wyl felt the head and lightly teased the hair on Rod’s tight balls.
“You’re driving me wild, baby. Don’t stop.”
They continued touching, stroking, and playing for five minutes, relishing the pleasure waves flowing through their bodies.
“Babe, you’re going to make me cum,” Rod panted. “I’m close.”
Rod wrapped his hand around Wyl’s cock, now slippery with pre-cum, as Rod’s hand slid up and down, teasing the sensitive nerves with each pass.
“I’m right there with you,” Wyl gasped.
They locked in a passionate kiss as the waves of orgasmic pleasure invaded their bodies.
Time stood still while they writhed in ecstasy, man seed jetting from their cocks in unison as if the two throbbing organs performed a synchronized fountain dance.
Afterward, they lay together and listened to each other breathe as the warm afterglow of their love act flooded them.
Wyl’s lips brushed Rod’s in a tender kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” Rod whispered.
* * *
After a leisurely shower, they sat at the table and chatted over a simple breakfast.
Rod pushed his empty plate aside and grabbed his mug of coffee. “The farmer’s market is the only trip we must make today.” He took a sip. “What time do you want to go?”
“We have all day. Matthew and Stewy won’t be here until seven.”
“You looked shocked to see Stewy standing before you at Glide last night.”
“Boy howdy!” Wyl shook his head. “Of all the people in the world, he’s the last person I expected to turn up in San Francisco, and with a partner no less.” Wyl snapped his fingers. “Wait a minute…Stewy is who I saw the other day at Ferry Plaza. Lime green shirt guy, remember?”
“I remember you saying something about a lime green shirt, but the guy disappeared before I saw him.”
“I’m positive that was Stewy. And I will chat with him tonight about his family and the importance of being honest with them. He thought his parents would reject him, so he walked away from them instead.”
Rod took another sip of coffee. “I don’t know Stewy’s dad, but from what you shared, it sounds like Lefty would prefer a gay Stewy to no Stewy.”
“I think you’re right, babe. When I struggled with my feelings for you, Walt forced me to face them and provided me with more support than I expected. I miss him and wish he could see us married and happy.”
“Maybe we can be an example for Stewy. I realize not every gay man or gay couple has that, but I’m sure lots do.
I enjoyed a close relationship with Patrick’s parents before they passed.
Despite how Patrick abandoned me and the mess he left me to clean up, I maintained contact with his brother and husband, but we drifted apart over the years.
And my parents welcomed Patrick into their home and treated him as part of the family. ”
“I wonder if Matthew is out to his family?” Wyl took a swallow of coffee. “I didn’t talk with him much, so I don’t know much about him.”
“When he and I talked while you and Stewy chatted, he didn’t say anything about his family,” Rod said.
“We need to talk to Stewy and Matthew about the importance of communication.”
“You mean like me getting all pouty when you abandoned me for two weeks, or you running from Dusty when he questioned your manhood?”
“Um…well…yes,” Wyl chuckled uneasily. “That’s part of it. But in the end, we talk to each other about everything. I’m beginning to see our bond as unusual, and I am so thankful for you in my life.”
“Our audience last night saw that,” Rod said. “We now serve as an example for many gay couples, not only in San Francisco but all over the country, thanks to the magazine. Maybe we can get Stewy and Matthew to open up tonight.”
* * *
They ventured out at noon and caught the trolley to Ferry Plaza, where they strolled through the booths at the Farmer’s Market.
Rod browsed the fresh vegetable vendors. “Aside from steaks, what would you like?”
“How about roasted new potatoes and grilled asparagus?” Wyl spied a vendor’s fresh asparagus selection.
“Sounds good. Traditional green salad or something more creative?”
“When I used to go to Rotary Club with Dad years ago, they served this delicious broccoli and cauliflower salad,” Wyl said. “I remember bits of bacon, too.”
“I like bacon…er…broccoli salad,” Rod laughed. “Let’s find what we need, and maybe a few fresh peaches and a shortcake for dessert.”
“You’re making me hungry talking about food, babe. Can we grab a late lunch before we head back?”
“Works for me.”
They bought what they needed, including fresh bacon and prime tenderloin steaks cut two inches thick.
The butcher carefully wrapped and ice-packed the meats to keep them fresh.
With their hands laden by the bags of food, they stopped for lunch at a cart vendor on the pier and ordered a couple of hot dogs and beer.
They found a table and sat to enjoy lunch.
“It’s beautiful here.” Wyl unwrapped his dog. “I can see why people gravitate to this city.”
“There is a lot more to see in San Francisco. I’m glad you are enjoying yourself.”
“Being here with you is the best part.” Wyl winked.
“Showing you one of my favorite cities is a treat for me, too.” Rod took a bite.
They people watched as they ate.
Unlike the Castro, they had shopped and eaten undisturbed this morning.
Although several couples did seem to be watching them, they didn’t have the gawkers and autograph seekers that they had yesterday.
Then a woman wearing sunglasses plopped down on a chair at their table.
A scarf covered her head, cloaking her appearance in mystery.
“Buy me a hot dog, boys?” She asked.
Wyl recognized the sultry voice. “Mitzi. What the fuck?” He kept his voice down, but his anger level went up. She was the last one he wanted to see of all the people in the world.
She removed her sunglasses. “I couldn’t let you get away with that little attempt at a trump card last night. Your groupies aren’t here today to defend your asses.”
Rod sneered. “You’re a piece of work, Mitzi, you know that?”
“I agree. A fine piece of artwork. Like the Mona Lisa, with a coy smile that nobody can interpret. Only my coy smile says I will come into Sterling money real soon.”
“You know other Sterlings?” Wyl’s eyes narrowed with darts of loathing at the petite monster before them.
“I don’t need to know other Sterlings,” she gloated.
“And Blackfield is about to learn more about the Sterling husbands than they ever wanted.” Mitzi reached for Wyl’s beer, drained the bottle, and set it on the table with a firm thunk.
“See you, boys.” She stood and vanished into the Saturday crowd like the sorceress she was.
“Shit. What’s the acronym we mentioned at brunch?” Wyl asked. “B-something?”
“BTFH.” Rod drained his beer.
“Oh yeah…bitch troll from hell.” Wyl wadded up his hotdog wrapper. “Well, the BTFH ruined my lunch.”
Rod reached for Wyl’s hand, grasping it firmly. “Babe, we survived Dusty, and we survived Shifty. They thought they could bring us down, but we only got stronger. Think about where we are, who we are, and what we are. Mitzi is all hot air and no substance.”
Wyl rapped his knuckles on Rod’s forehead. “Helloooo? Who are you, and what happened to my afraid of gay bashing husband?”
Rod grabbed Wyl’s wrist. “She tried to out us, and that attempt made us famous. What do you think she could possibly do?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t like her attitude.”
“I don’t either, Wyl, but if we let her spoil our time in San Francisco, she wins.” He let Wyl’s wrist go and folded his arms across his chest.
Wyl observed Rod’s posture and let his words soak in, then let out a breath. “You’re right. Let’s go back to the condo and relax.”
* * *
“Want me to help with the salad?” Wyl asked as they unpacked the groceries.
“Sure. You can separate the broccoli and cauliflower into small florets and chop the red onion. I’ll fry the bacon and prepare the dressing.”
They made the salad and put it in a sealed container to season. Rod got the asparagus ready for the grill. Wyl seasoned the steaks, plattered them, and covered the platter with plastic wrap.
“I’ll get Matthew to help with the peaches after dinner. The poppyseed cake we got at the bakery will be perfect with the fruit.”
“You’re making me hungry again.” Wyl wrapped his arms around Rod’s waist from behind, nuzzling his ear as he spoke.
“Mmmm, it’s getting close to four-thirty,” Rod said. “We need to grab a shower if we’re going to enjoy a little play time before our guests arrive.” Rod faced Wyl. “Speaking of showers, ever had sex in the rain?”
“Is everything ready in here?” Wyl whispered.
“Fuck it if it’s not. And speaking of fucking…” Rod pulled his husband toward the bedroom.
They stripped and stepped into the rain shower, the warm water streaming down over them. Rod reached over and caressed Wyl’s chest.
“I love the feel of your body under my hands,” Rod said. “You’re the sexiest thing on two legs.”
Wyl placed his hand over Rod’s and moved it down to his hard cock. “Your touch makes me hot too, see?”
Rod took Wyl’s hand and put it on his own stiffy. “Ditto.” He put his other hand behind Wyl’s neck and pulled him into a fiery, wet kiss. He released Wyl’s cock and reached to finger himself, preparing for his husband. He gasped as his own digit pressed inside.
“Are you fingering yourself?” Wyl whispered as he felt Rod’s gasp.
“Getting ready for you, babe.”
“God, that’s so hot,” Wyl stroked his cock.
Rod turned to face the wall, finger still embedded in his ass. He took it out and placed his palms against the wall, sticking his ass out for his husband. “I need you inside me.”
Wyl grabbed the tube of lube and released a generous portion on Rod’s ass, gently massaging the pucker before pushing inside.
Rod gasped. “Oh, yeah.”
Wyl fucked Rod with his finger, then inserted another, finding Rod’s gland and assaulting it with each thrust.
“Shit. Fuck. Oh, God!” Rod shouted.
“Feel good?” Wyl removed his fingers and slicked up his hard cock for entry.
“Fuck me, daddy!” Rod shouted.
Wyl positioned himself and slowly inserted. He fucked Rod, nudging the gland with each thrust.
“God, I’m about to cum,” Rod screamed, palms still against the wall and Wyl’s hands grasping Rod’s hips.
“Fuck!” Rod shouted as he shot onto the shower wall.
“God, that’s so hot, baby!” Wyl shouted as he came, filling Rod’s ass with his seed. “You came without touching.”
Wyl pulled out and turned Rod around for a kiss, pulling him against his chest.
“Wow,” Rod whispered as their kiss broke. “You’re unbelievable.”
Wyl chuckled. “I know you are.”
They washed each other, still tingling from the excitement. Then they toweled off, shaved, and dressed in jeans, sweaters, and sandals. Casual but comfortable.
As Rod set the table, Wyl lit the grill.