Gingerbread Boy

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"Hold me. Just hold me." Taylor said to Liam as he locked lips with his man. They held each other and slept soundly through the night.

The next morning, they got a knock at the door. It was the hotel room service. Apparently, the honeymoon suite came with breakfast. Liam was flustered as he tried to find something to put on, but ended up just going to the door and standing behind it to see who it was. Once he was sure it was safe, he closed the door, unlatched the lock, and let the boy in with the cart. Taylor was still in bed and Liam, well, he was just standing there naked and being very uncomfortable. The boy put the cart next to the table and began moving the dishes over and setting the table. He poured fresh orange juice and coffee; placed the plates and napkins, and finally removed the cloche to reveal the food. He turned and saw Liam in all his glory. He hadn't really looked at him when he entered the room since he was behind the door. The boy realized he was naked, so he was trying to avoid eye contact to be able to do his job.

"Hi, uh, for breakfast we have a variety of pastries, pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, and fruits. Enjoy your breakfast, gentlemen."

The boy was struggling with his words, but even more so with his eyes. He was trying to maintain his professional demeanor, but his body was betraying him. He kept looking at Liam's cock and turned bright red. His white slacks were getting pushed out and a nice wet spot was showing through. Liam scanned the room and saw his pants. He ran over and grabbed his wallet.

"Thank you. This is for you." Liam handed him a 20.

The boy quickly exited the room.

"Probably not the tip he wanted." Taylor said as he busted up laughing. "I think he wanted your tip, or maybe his tip in you."

"Probably." Liam responded. "But as you can see, it only has eyes for you."

"One eye anyway." Taylor kept laughing.

They ate breakfast, and before they got dressed, they picked up where they left off the night before. They moved back to the bed.

"I see you were enjoying the eggs and sausage for breakfast." Liam said to Taylor.

"Not as much as I love this sausage." He said as he slipped down to engulf Liam's cock. He immediately deep throated him and nearly made him shoot.

Liam pulled him up and kissed him, then flipped Taylor over and pulled his cheeks apart. He dove in face first and let his tongue find the prize. His hand reached around to find Taylor's sausage. The boy had a strawberry scent from the tub and his typical boy pheromones that mixed nicely and nearly made Liam shoot without any additional stimulation.

Liam stood, wiping the pre-cum he collected from Taylor and his own over his cock. Conveniently, the hotel had a bottle of lube sitting on the night stand. Liam dripped a bit of the strawberry lube into Taylor's waiting hole. He used his tongue to push some in before backing off and adding a bit more. He lined up his cock head to push in when Taylor told him to stop.

"No, not this way. Stop!"

Liam got concerned and moved back.

"I want to see you. I love seeing you when we make love."

Relieved, Liam backed up so Taylor could flip over. He lifted Taylor's legs up, and Liam returned to first position. Like a ballet, he gracefully moved forward, stopped, and continued. Then he moved rhythmically in and out and never lost eye contact with his boy. Taylor had perfected his Kegel's and was pumping Liam's cock to the rhythm. Liam didn't need to say a thing. His eyes locked on Taylor. They both contracted at the same time. Taylor's cum shot across the bed. Liam's shot into Taylor's belly. "Damn, I think I can taste it, Liam! You shot that one deep!"

Liam leaned forward and kissed Taylor. They stayed engaged for a few minutes before Liam's cock deflated and left the comfort of Taylor's strawberry flavored hole. They rolled facing each other and held each other tight. Not a word was said, nor was any word needed. The occasional peck of a kiss or a passionate tongue swap happened over the course of the next 30 minutes. They were both deep in thought about how they managed to find each other and how wonderful it was.

Nature made them both get up, so they took a quick shower together and then got dressed. They needed to figure out what was next. They kept the room for a second night just in case.

"Did your mom ever text you?"

"No, she didn't. I'm sure she forgot and will call later. She's got a few days drive and I'm sure she's focused on that."

Just then, Liam's phone rang.

"Liam? This is Officer Phillips. I just wanted to let you know that you may need to appear in court. We're trying to build a big enough case against this guy, but all of his girls ran off. None of them will testify against him. He's been a bit popular since we told the guys he raped a young boy, but he's able to hold his own. He might survive holding and then who knows. Let's play this by ear, but we will protect you.

Liam hung up and looked at Taylor. "It looks like we will be back here again tonight. Do you want me to get a different room, or is this one OK?"

"I like this room, but if we have to stay longer, we probably should find a cheaper place."

"Well, let's go see a friend of mine. He can help us secure the house." Liam and Taylor went out to the truck. Taylor was still playing chauffeur, so Liam gave him directions to an upscale part of town and to a nice shopping plaza.

It was almost 1 PM and Taylor was starving. "Can we stop for lunch?"

"Sure, pull in here and we can go to Mac's for lunch. They have pretty good stuff."

The two went in and grabbed a table. They ordered lunch. While it was being prepared, Taylor asked. "What do we need done at the house?"

"I want to get better security cameras, some biometric safes for guns and maybe a few reinforcements so we feel safe. I'd like to get you trained on firearms."

"I don't know about the guns. It kind of scares me, but you know, I've been threatened with them enough. I'd love to be able to be on the other side. So, yeah, let's do it."

Their lunch came and they ate it in between other simple conversations. When they were done, they paid and walked across the drive to Techie Tribe. "Hi Mark! How are things?"

"Things have been wonderful. How are you and who is this handsome guy with you?"

"Things have been better." Liam said, holding his hand up. "This is Taylor. He's living with me and works for me at the shop. It's a long story. We should have dinner sometime and catch up."

"That would be great. I'd like you to meet my newest tribe member here, Jamie."

"Mark, you've got to be breaking some labor laws here. He's what, 14?"

"Yeah, he's my son. He's been a great help this summer."

"Pleased to meet you, Jamie." Both Liam and Taylor fist bumped the boy.

"Pleased to meet you too. Dad lets me fix computers and things. It's been fun. What did you bring in?"

"Sorry, Jamie, nothing to fix, but we do need to get some cameras installed at the house, an upgraded security system, and a few other things. I was hoping Mark could help us out."

"Sure, how soon do you need them?" Mark asked.

"Today?" Liam responded.

"You're in luck, my helper and I can come this afternoon. We have enough coverage here at the shop. Let me get together the product and let us know when you're heading home. We may not finish today, but we can always finish tomorrow."

The two men discussed what would be needed. Mark handed a list of parts to Jamie and told him to go get Sam to help him pack up the van with the gear.

"Thanks, Mark. We'll see you in a bit and we definitely need to catch up. I need to get Taylor trained on firearms. Do you know anyone that would teach him?"

"Sure, go see Bruce across the way. He can hook you up. You might want to sign up for his kickboxing classes. They're really fun and a good way to keep up your defense."

"Thanks!"

They walked over to the studio, where a class was just ending in the kickboxing studio. Taylor had a grin a mile wide as he saw the students kicking at each other. "That looks like fun. You think you could keep up, old man?"

You'll find out if you keep calling me old man. Of course I can."

When the class was finished, Bruce came over to talk to them.

"Hi, you must be Bruce. Mark sent us over to see if you knew anyone that could train Taylor here how to shoot."

"Don't forget, he also said we should sign up for kickboxing! " Taylor quickly added.

"I'm Liam and this is Taylor."

Bruce put out his fist and the three bumped fists.

"What happened here?" Bruce asked, pointing at Liam's broken hand.

Taylor jumped in and said, "He seems to have anger issues. We're working on that."

"I see. So why do you need to learn how to shoot?"

"I told you he has anger issues, maybe for self defense." Taylor joked.

"Enough silly boy, we've had a break in and there's some unsavory people out to get him. With my hand out of commission, I need him to be able to defend himself should the need arise."

Liam told the full story and explained that they needed to be prepared in case the pimp got out of jail or sent someone to collect.

"Let's make a deal. I'd be happy to train you how to shoot, but I want both of you to attend one of my classes. The discipline of martial arts will help you with your anger Liam. Taylor, the discipline will help you with your confidence and be better prepared should something happen."

"Sounds like a plan. I can't exert too much pressure on my hand for about 5 weeks, but I'm sure there are things I can do."

"Come back to the back studio and let me show you the different classes we run." Bruce started up his new video that Mark and Jamie helped him create. The video demonstrated Jiu-Jitsu and then the Kick Boxing classes. Both Liam and Taylor recognized Jamie in the videos.

"Jamie can kick ass!" Taylor remarked.

"If you practice, you can too. So let's get you into beginning Jiu-Jitsu and then kickboxing with Jamie. Once you get the basics, you can decide what you want to continue with. Is that OK with you, dad?"

Liam just smiled, not wanting to let on that he's not Taylor's dad. "That sounds like a plan." They went over the schedule, the fees, and made sure they bought the appropriate items like a gi, wraps, mouth guards, and a few other items. Bruce suggested that they wear jocks under the gi just to keep things secure and for ease of movement.

They set up an appointment at the local range to get Taylor trained. Liam would have done it if it wasn't for his hand.

As they left, they stopped by Mark's to let him know they were heading to the house so he and Jamie could come install the gear.

"Let's go, dad."

"Daddy to you, son." Liam laughed.

Taylor drove them home, and as they walked up to the house, the front door was wide open. There was no sign of anyone. Liam wasn't armed, and his gun was unloaded in the safe in the kitchen. They didn't know what to do, so they walked around the house and peeked in to see if they could see anyone. When they got around front, Mark and Jamie had arrived and saw the two peering in the windows. Mark asked if everything was alright, and Liam told them they found the door open. Mark pulled out his phone and was ready to call for help while Liam slowly entered the house, followed by Taylor. As they got into the front room, they heard a crash come from the hallway. Taylor bolted out of the house, but Liam stood his ground. "Who the fuck is there? Come out with your hands up!" Even though he was unarmed, he hoped whoever it was wouldn't realize it.

"What happened?" Mark asked.

"Noise, hall, shit." Taylor broke down crying and slumped to the ground. Jamie ran over and put his arm around him. "It's OK, I hear Liam, he's OK."

Taylor was just shaking and sobbing. This was the most emotion the boy showed since he met Liam. Jamie just held his new friend and hugged him, whispering, "It's OK."

"No, it's not, I ran away, I should have stayed with Liam. I can't lose him. I love him."

Taylor kept sobbing.

Just then, a gunshot rang out in the house. Mark dialed 911.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"Hi, we just came up to our friend's house and the door was open. He went inside, and we just heard a gunshot."

"Do you know if anyone is hurt?"

"No, we don't. We haven't heard anything since."

End of Gingerbread Boy - Chapter 9 - Andrew Thomas

Read more of Mark and Jamie in JiuJitsu Boy.