Crossing Boundaries Chapters 1

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Chapters 01, 02, 03 & 04

By: CJZ♂
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Chapter 01:

There's no place like home

Saturday July 20th, 2030
Denver, CO
80401
U.S.A.

At the moment, a flurry of emotions are running through Nathan. He's feeling happy and excited.  Yet, also anxious and nervous.

Why anxious and nervous? 

Well, for one, he hasn't seen his husband and son in 4 months.

Mind you...

Certainly, not by choice.

As I collected my suitcase from the airport baggage conveyor belt, I couldn't help to smile at the thought of seeing Wyatt.

I can't believe it's been 4 months!

Time just flew by!

For the last couple of months, I'd been staying at the Phoenix Ranch in Arizona.  The ranch is a 165-acre oasis located northeast of Tucson, Arizona.  This wellness retreat is one of the best in the country and had been highly recommended.  Nestled amongst the fiery-red Santa Catalina mountain, the sanctuary's main purpose and adjective is to focus on your physical, emotional, mental and spiritual wellness.

I had taken this trip to the ranch for a much needed R&R(rest and recuperation) on doctor's orders.  Many types of healing services and activities are offered at the resort, such as yoga, tai chi, pilates, meditation, hiking, swimming and horseback.  All these services are free and available for all guests staying at the ranch and I tried them all.  There's also an 80,000-square-foot lake house spa which offers more than 100 types of massages in both body and skincare treatments and therapies.

The ranch has five different in-house restaurants which offer vegan, organic and lactose free menus.  For the wine aficionados there's also a vast and well-stocked cellar with wine from over 20 different countries and 37 regions.  The total price for being pampered for 4 months was staggering.  But, to me, it had been well worth the price, as I feel much better and totally rejuvenated both physically and mentally. As I exited the baggage claim and headed towards the exit, a deluge of unpleasant memories came flooding back to me.  A few months before I left for the retreat, I had been diagnosed with an illness that most doctors hadn't heard about, much less know what to look for or even diagnose.  I was constantly feeling tired, had very little energy, appetite and was feeling pretty much drained and exhausted. At first, I thought it might be viral or some form of bacterial infection.  But, as days and weeks went by the illness became something much worse.  There were even times, when I had trouble forming a thought, concentrating and even speaking.  Other days, I would be too weak or felt dizzy and lightheaded, if I tried to get out of bed.  My husband had to carry me to the bathroom to use the toilet, clean me up and even bathe me.  If I tried to leave the bed on my own, I would get bombarded by intense and painful migraines and then nausea would set in.  When I went to see my family doctor, he ordered many different type of blood tests, but the results came back clean.  As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, I started to get frustrated, angry and felt even worse. 

My sleeping pattern changed drastically, as well.  I had to force my husband to move into the guest bedroom, as I spent most nights tossing, turning and dealing with insomnia.  Wyatt didn't want to leave our bedroom and at first he refused and said that he didn't mind.  But, with our newborn needing care and Wyatt's demanding job and traveling often, my husband needed his sleep and rest.  So, after pleading with him to move for the sake of his rest, Wyatt begrudgingly agreed.

My family doctor referred me to 5 different specialists who couldn't find a single damn thing with me.  MRI and CT scans were done, multiple blood work was taken and time after time, the results came out clean.  I was told that it was possible stress, severe depression or even mental anxiety.  The frustrating part was that I was quickly dismissed and sent home.  I felt like I was going crazy, as no one seemed to be listening to me.

As I was about to give up, I decided to visit one last doctor in New York.  It was Dr.Stephen who told me that he'd come across two patients with the exact same symptoms as mine.  One a woman in her early 50's living in Sacramento and the second a man in his 30's living in Miami.  Both were in good health, non-smokers, casual drinkers and nothing stood out in their medical history.  Now, I was his third patient diagnosed with the same symptoms.

Dr.Stephen called it Myalgic encephalomyelitis or chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS) for short.  As he explained it, this is a very complicated and obscure disorder.  But, I felt relieved, as now this illness had a name and I wasn't making it up or going batshit crazy. 

My illness got so bad, that I ended up using all my vacation and work sick days.  Luckily for me, I work for Denver General Hospital, where I'm a Nursing Director.  I've been working at the hospital for 11 years and the Board of Directors appreciated my hard work and the many improvements and money that I've saved them over the years.  So, when I went to HR and explained my illness and situation, they didn't even bat an eyelash and proposed that I should take an extended leave of absence.  I was informed in writing that my job was secured and guaranteed whenever I was willing, ready and able to return.  I, however felt extremely guilty that the weight of a mortgage, bills, a newborn and now, a sick husband all fell into my husband's lap.

However, Wyatt told me that everything would be fine and to focus on my health and get better. 

And as, he put it...

He had it covered. 

Wyatt and I met at a work function.  I had just turned 24 years old and had recently joined Denver General right out of college.  A gala dinner was thrown by the hospital for landing a partnership deal with a branch of the U.S. military.  Wyatt had been invited to the gala to mingle and represent and he was immaculate dressed in his Marine dress blue uniform.  Everyone at the gala was practically eye fucking the gorgeous, tall, built and muscular military man.

While making the rounds and socializing, I learned a few things about the handsome and eye catching Marine.  His name was Wyatt, he was 25 years old and hailed from Texas.  He'd recently finished his second military tour in the Middle East and would be going into his third in the Fall.  It's amazing how quickly word spreads, specially when there's juicy gossip or something worth talking about and in this case there certainly was.

As I nursed my beer at the bar, my eyes were fixed across the ballroom towards Wyatt and another well dressed Marine who were currently surrounded by a group of men and women.  I rolled my eyes, as I knew some of the women were the wives of VP's and they gave off a stench of thirst, wet pussies, neglect, lust and just plain horny desperation.

As Prince Charming stood by the group of hungry admirers, he easily towered above everyone.  Wyatt is a mountain of a man, easily putting him at 6'6'', complete with  bulging muscles and weighing no less than 230 lbs.  His uniform fit him like a glove and he looked so dashing, alluring and regal.  You could also see the confidence that radiated from this handsome man and how effortlessly, he had everyone interested in his stories and eating out of the palm of his gigantic hands. 

Whenever, my husband and I are at a party or gathering, we usually get asked...

Where did you meet and who made the first move?

Wyatt insists, he did. 

I, however seem to recollect differently.

From the bar, I couldn't stop staring and admiring at the incredibly gorgeous Marine.  Eventually, Wyatt approached the bar and asked the bartender for a beer.  His deep masculine voice seemed to boom and resonate around him.  I discreetly and very casual like, turned to look at him.  But, I was so nervous that when our eyes met, I blushed and smiled like an idiot.  I quickly looked down, averted my gaze and nursed my beer.  Those seconds were enough to have been completely captivated and snared by Wyatt's beautiful gray/blue eyes. 

I heard Wyatt sigh, as he took a sip of his beer.  I discreetly turned to look at him, as he was leaning against the bar and waving at his fellow Marine. 

"I'm tired of being whored out at these events."

I looked around making sure that he was speaking to me.

"I'm sorry?"

Wyatt took a big gulp of his beer, as he looked at me.

"You work for this hospital?"

I felt like my face was on fire, as this gorgeous man was actually speaking to me.

"Umm...

Yes, I do."

Wyatt kept an attentive watch over his fellow Marine who was currently talking to a much, much older woman.  The woman was dressed in an expensive and form fitting silver strapless gown, dripping in expensive jewels and wearing a mink fur stole.  She was also corseted so tight around the waist that her double D's silicone tits were practically overflowing from the top of her revealing dress.  Without an ounce of care or shame, she had draped her right arm around the waist of the young, attractive and very fit Marine. 

By the way she was behaving and how loud she was being, it was clear that she'd also had more than a few drinks.  Her demeanor and attitude spoke volumes, as she had cougar and sexually starved trophy wife written all over her heavily botox and non-expressive face.  She reminded me of a boa constrictor, as she kept her Marine prey close and wasn't about to let him go.  I had met the woman at a previous engagement and knew that she was an ex-beauty queen from Atlanta, currently married to one of the senior VP's at the hospital.  This woman had no shame, as she kept caressing the Marine's muscular chest, as her husband stood across from her while silently watching the lustful and sexual interaction.

"Well, seems that I lost a bet."

Wyatt raised his beer to his friend, as his Marine buddy gave a subtle nod and grinned like the Cheshire cat from across the ballroom floor.

"I bet my bud $100.00 that cougar would be going after me. 

Guess, I lost."

I smiled in return, as Wyatt turned to face me and extended his right hand.

"Corporal Wyatt Barrett."

I in turn went blank, immediately got tongue tied and my mouth went dry.  As I shook Wyatt's hand, my mind was telling me to say something.

Anything!

Wyatt was looking at me and waiting for me to answer. 

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

I eventually found my voice and replied.

"Nate...

Well, Nathan...

Nathan Beckett. But, my friends call me Nate.

Umm...

You can call me Nate or Nathan."

Oh, my fucking Lord!

Fucking idiot!

Calm down!

Wyatt chuckled, as he smiled and gave me a polite nod.

"Nate it is, then..."

Wyatt sat on the empty bar stool next to me and as he got close, he also smelled amazing.

"I've done my part and stayed long enough in this snooze fest.

It's not even 9:00 P.M. and I've been propositioned by four women, three married couples and one guy who had the balls to hand me his business card while his heavily pregnant wife excused herself to go to the bathroom."

I snorted and tried to laugh.  Wyatt faced me, smiled and got closer to me.

"You find that funny Nate?"

I blushed some more, as I stared at those gorgeous gray/blue eyes.

"Well, I can't say that I blame them.

I mean, you're easy on the eyes.

What's, not to like?"

As soon, as I said those words, I felt my heart sink.

Fuck!

You fucking idiot!

Wyatt silently stared at me and I felt, as if those alluring eyes were reading my mind, heart and soul.  I thought he was going to either punch me, walk away, call me a faggot or all of the above.  But, he simply chugged the rest of his beer and said.

"Well then, Nate.

Wanna get out of here?"

I was speechless and found myself simply nodding.

And, as the saying goes...

The rest is history.

As I came out of the arrival gate, Wyatt was supposed to be there to pick me up.  It was Friday evening and the airport was quite busy and very crowded.  As I started walking, I immediately saw the love of my life.  After all, how can you miss the gigantic 6'6'' handsome Adonis who's always immaculately well dressed, and towers above everyone.

My husband looked stunning in a navy blue Armani suit.  But, my eyes right away went to the thick beard that Wyatt was sporting.  As long as I've know my husband, he's always been the clean shaven type.  So, this was certainly a new look that he sported.

Wyatt was also holding a beautiful bouquet of red roses, as he gave me the most heartwarming smile.  I practically ran towards him and I'm sure some people must have given me some nasty looks, as I practically bulldozed my way to my husband.  But, I didn't care.

"Love!"

Wyatt lifted me up in the air and gave me a big kiss on the lips.

"Hey, baby!

Miss me?"

I was kissing my handsome husband all over, forehead, cheeks, neck, etc.  Tears of joy fell down my face, as Wyatt's face beamed with happiness joy.  He then handed me the bouquet of roses and took my suitcase and carry on.

"Oh, my God!

These are beautiful!

Thank you and of course, I missed you!

I've missed both of my gorgeous men!"

I was wiping my tears, as I looked around for our son.

"Where's our Prince?"

Wyatt looked at his wristwatch and motioned me to follow him through the busy airport.

"Let's, walk...

The munchkin is at home, being looked after and having a much needed nap."

I must have looked a little disappointed, as Wyatt gave me a quick peck in the cheek.

"Don't, you worry. 

You'll be seeing him soon enough.

Lately, that kid has been a wailing banshee.  So, enjoy this brief moment of peace and quiet."

I smiled and nodded.  But, I'd be lying if I wasn't disappointed at not seeing our Little Prince. 

Wyatt held my hand, as he dragged the suitcase behind him.  I immediately felt complete being next to my beloved husband.  We headed towards the exit and eventually the parking garage.

Wyatt parked on the second floor of the garage and close to the elevators.  As we exited the elevator, he grabbed me by the waist and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips(with tongue!).  I embraced him and happily reciprocated our lustful and very happy reunion.  Wyatt was so turned on that I could feel his massive hardon poking me through his dress pants.  I gently pushed him a way, moved my right hand down to his crotch and traced the outline of his long and thick dick.  I grinned, looked down to his tenting crotch and stared at those stunning gray/blue eyes.

"What is this?"

Wyatt simply grinned, as he gave me another deep and passionate kiss.

"I'm not the only one that's missed you."

I scoffed at the boldness of my husband, as I was also getting hot and bothered.  Unfortunately, the elevator doors opened at that untimely minute and a family exited the elevator and immediately stopped our lustful embrace.  Wyatt and I laughed in unison, as he took my right hand and motioned me to follow him to the vehicle.  Soon enough we were standing in front of his Ford Ranger Raptor truck.

Why my husband chose Army green for the color of his truck.  I'll never understand.

Wyatt being the perfect gentleman, opened the door for me and gave me another kiss on the lips, as I got into the truck.  Once in my seat, I blew him a kiss and winked at him, as he put my suitcase and carry on in the back.  But, as I buckled my seatbelt, I caught a whiff of something...

What was that?

A scent?

It smelled like...

Yes, a fragrance.

But, not mine...

And certainly not Wyatt's.

Wyatt wears Dior Sauvage Eau de Parfum.  Whereas, I use Bleu de Chanel Eau de Parfum. 

So, what gives?

This scent was quite different...

This was overly sweet, floral and almost candy like.  It could have been a feminine scent.  But, nowadays many perfumes are unisex.  I ruled out our Filipina housekeeper Imelda being in the truck, as she's extremely sensitive to strong fragrances and doesn't wear perfume.  She also drives her own vehicle, so that rules her out.  Also, my husband doesn't let just anyone drive his truck.

So, the question at hand is...

Who's been in the truck with Wyatt?

My husband walked over to the driver's side of the truck, opened the door and got in.  Once inside, he took me left hand, smiled and kissed it.

"All buckled in?"

I nodded and feigned a smile, as Wyatt pulled out of the parking spot.  He then headed towards the exit, as he tenderly stroked my left leg with his right hand.

"You haven't said anything about the beard?

What do you think?"

Again, I managed a smile, as I looked at him.

"Umm, yeah. 

It's nice."

Wyatt scofffed, as he looked at me.

"You don't like it."

I sighed, as the scent was on my mind and this was bothering me.  I even rolled down the window to get some fresh air.

"I wouldn't, say that...

I mean, it suits you. 

Don't get me wrong.

It's just that you've always been clean shaven. 

Are you going to keep it?"

Wyatt shrugged his shoulders, as he headed towards the highway.

"I don't know...

Maybe...

I kinda like it...

Let's just say, it's growing on me."

As he drove, he went on to explain the reason for the beard.  Wyatt is a Defense Contractor working in Dubai for one of the Emirates largest oil and natural gas companies.  His job as Security Advisor is to oversee, hire and train security personnel for the many oil and gas refineries in and around the UAE.  His job requires for him to travel constantly and there are times when he can be gone for weeks and on a few occasions months. 

Wyatt's job is also quite stressful, demanding and very dangerous.  But, it also pays extremely well and comes with many great perks and incentives, such as flying on a private jet, stock options, a fully paid gym membership wherever he resides, a 1 year paid paternity leave, 30 paid vacation days, personal time off, full coverage life insurance, 100% health and dental coverage for employees and their family, a $260k yearly salary, plus monthly and yearly bonuses.

My husband went on the explain that he'd grown a beard because in the Arab and Muslim world, facial hair is more than just style and grooming.  For Arab men, the beard is said to be part of the fitrah or natural order, a symbol of manhood, pride and honor.  Plus, he also found that Arab men, no matter the status opened up more easily to a Westerner, if the man sported a full, thick and manly beard. 

The look was different on him and it suited him.  I'll give him that. 

Wyatt continued to pat my leg, and as I was about to ask about the scent, he cut me off.

"I got a surprise for you."

I looked at my husband and waited patiently.

"I got us dinner reservations at La Provence."

My mouth dropped, as I stared at Wyatt in disbelief.

"You what?"

La Provence is a luxurious and prestigious 3 Michelin star restaurant located in the heart of Denver.  Helmed by renowned French chef Jean-François Laurent, it offers a sophisticated dining experience with a focus on innovative and exceptional French cuisine.  The vast menu is made up of flavors from France and Mediterranean regions.  Chef Laurent's culinary success in the last 30 years has allowed him to expand his restaurant chain in North America.  There are currently five locations in the U.S., Los Angeles, San Francisco, Houston, Denver and New York.  As well, as in four Canadian cities, Toronto, Montreal, Calgary and Vancouver.

La Provence is a very chic, opulent and extremely popular restaurant where reservations need to be made, up to a year in advance.  There's also the famous "fairy" themed room where tiny and invisible LED lights hang from the ceiling among the branches of a live magnolia tree planted in the center of the room.  This dining room is practically impossible to get a table in, as it is used for weddings and exclusively VIP. However, it holds a very special place in my heart, as this was the room in which Wyatt proposed to me.  A twelve-course menu will set you back around $950 USD per person and that's not including wine, champagne or tip.  As exuberant, as the prices might be, the impeccable service, luxurious setting and mouth watering cuisine make it a memorable experience for the eyes and palate.

On route to the restaurant we talked about the wellness retreat, my experience at the place and the good it had done.  Before, I realized it, my husband was pulling up to the front doors of the restaurant and the valet parking.  Wyatt got out first and walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for me.  I got out of the truck and quickly realized that I wasn't dressed properly to dine at the restaurant.  This is a suit and tie, black tuxedo kinda place and where my husband was properly dressed in his Armani suit, I certainly wasn't.  Wyatt was waiting for me to exit the truck, as he held the door open for me.  I got out and discreetly whispered in his ear.

"Hun, wait...

I'm not wearing a suit.

They're not going to let me in."

My husband just smiled at me and said.

"Don't, you worry.

I got it covered."

Chapter 02:

Revelations

As I stood at the entrance to the restaurant, I realized that I still had the bouquet of roses in my hand.  I wanted to ask Wyatt, if I should leave them in the truck.  But, the valet guy was already walking to the driver's side and taking the truck to park it.

We walked through the front doors and all heads turned to look at us.  The lobby was packed with people waiting patiently and some impatiently for their tables and there was also a long line to get inside the restaurant.  My husband, however decided to cut through the sea of people and walk up to the Maître d'.  Many people gave him nasty looks and glares.  But, due to Wyatt's muscular sheer size and demeanor, no one opened their mouths or said anything.

I quickly trailed behind Wyatt, politely excused us both and mentioned that we had a reservation to anyone that cared to listen.  The Maître d' who stood behind a podium kept rolling his eyes, as he shooed away walk-ins.  The very distinguished and mature older man looked like a no nonsense type, as he kept his eye on the reservation tablet calling out names.  As we approached the podium, my husband in his deep baritone voice bellowed...

"Barrett, Wyatt.

Reservation for two...

8 P.M."

The pursed lipped and serious looking Maître d' didn't even bother to look up, as my husband spoke.  He simply kept his eyes glued to the tablet and then his eyes comically bulged out of their sockets.

"Monsieur Barrett...

But, of course!

Please, forgive me for not recognizing you sooner.

We are pleased to have you back at our restaurant!

S'il vous plaît, follow me."
Wyatt gave a polite nod to the Maître d', as he took my hand, smiled and winked at me.

I was speechless...

In awe, really and shocked.

I myself, have never been able to book a table for a birthday, lunch, anniversary or even a date night at this place.  Yet, here's my husband being personally escorted by the Maître d' to our table.

Wait a minute...

What did the Maître d' mean by pleased to have you back?

Wyatt and I haven't been in this restaurant, since he proposed 10 years ago.

As we passed the first, second and third elegant and richly decorated dining rooms, I could see that all the tables were taken and the restaurant was packed to capacity for a Friday evening.  The Maître d' kept speaking to my husband like they were close friends.  I was looking around at the people, the rooms and mouth watering plates of food being delivered to their tables. 

Each dining room had a musician dressed in an immaculate black tuxedo playing an instrument.  The first dining room had a piano, the second had a woman playing a harp and the third had a man playing the cello.  However, with all the noise of people talking and the music in the background, I missed what Wyatt and the Maître d' were talking about.

As we were being led away from the third dining room, there was only one place left to be seated...

The fairy room. Otherwise, known as...

"Monsieur Barrett your table awaits you in Magnolia Hall."

My jaw dropped...

I could not believe my eyes!

We had a table in this room?

How is that even possible?

The Maître d' stood at the entrance of the famous and much sought after Magnolia Hall.  He walked ahead, led the way and motioned us to follow him.  As my husband followed close behind, I was practically being dragged by Wyatt, as I looked around the room and tried to take everything in. The Maître d' took us to the center of the room and as we sood next to him, he snapped his gloved finger and a waiter materialized practically out of thin air.  The young man smiled, politely bowed his head and awaited for instructions.  The Maître d' then introduced the young man.

"Monsieur Barrett and...

Oh, excusez-moi, Monsieur!

Where are my manners?"

The Maître d' was looking at me, as he bowed his head.

"I did not get your name?"

I smiled, looked at Wyatt and answered.

"Nathan Beckett...

I'm Mr.Barrett's husband."

The Maître d' gave me a polite nod.

"It is a pleasure to have you both at our fine establishment. 

This is Thomas and he will be your personal waiter for the evening.

If there is anything that Thomas can get you, please feel free to let him know. 

He will do his very best to make it possible."

Wyatt and I both nodded, as we took our seats.

The Maître d' excused himself and shook Wyatt's hand.

"I leave you in very good hands Monsieur Barrett and Monsieur Beckett."

The Maître d' then took his leave and left us with our waiter.  Thomas handed us our menus and stood attentive to the side."Is there anything that either of you gentlemen would like to start with?

Perhaps water or..."

Wyatt gave a slight nod, as he addressed Thomas.

"Actually, yes.

We'll have a bottle of your most expensive Champagne."

As I sat across from my husband, I clearly heard what he'd said.  But, I was speechless, as to what was happening.

Thomas simply smiled at my husband and said.

"That would be the 2013 Armand de Brignac Rosé".

I quickly grabbed the wine menu and scanned the Champagne section. 

Once I found the Champagne mentioned, I nearly fainted.

$285,000.00 for a bottle of Champagne!

Is he out of his freaking mind?

As Thomas excused himself, I practically jumped across the table to strangle Wyatt.

"Are you insane!

That bottle costs $285,00.00 dollars!

We can't afford that!"

Wyatt simply smiled, sat back, put his massive muscled arms behind his head and manspread himself.

"I got another surprise for you..."

I waited with baited breath and then snapped.

"What!"

Wyatt smiled and leaned closer...

"Who says, we are paying for the bottle?"

I looked at my husband like he had a horns coming out of his head.  Wyatt took out his leather wallet from the inside pocket of his suit, opened it and took out what looked like a black shiny card and slid it across the table.

I raised my eyebrow, quickly snatched it and carefully inspected the black card.

It was a credit card...

However, it felt heavier and had a gold trim around it.

Wait, is that a real diamond?

I then heard my husband's deep baritone voice, say...

"That my love...

Is the Dubai First Royale Mastercard.

It's embedded with 0.235-carat diamond in the center and trimmed with real gold."

My jaw literally dropped to the floor, as I held and looked at the card.

I couldn't even form words, much less speak.

I was looking at my husband with my mouth hanging wide open.

"The credit card that you hold in your hands is by invitation only. There's only a selective few people in the world that have it. 

The card has no spending limit.

Hell, I could even buy a yacht if I wanted."

I was shaking my head, as Wyatt was clearly enjoying my reaction and shock.

"It also comes with a 24/7 Royale lifestyle concierge who makes sure every transaction is issue free."

Eventually, I came out of my shock and as I stared at my husband managed to say.

"How?"

Wyatt gave me the biggest Cheshire Cat grin.

"I've been promoted.

You're looking at the Senior Security Analyst for Royal Emirates Oil and Natural Gas Corporation. 

All HR said to me, when they handed me the card was...

This is your employee credit card.

Use it, as often as you like...

For whatever your needs...

Whenever, you need it.

All expenses paid fully by the company.

No questions asked."

I sat looking at my husband stupified with my mouth still hanging wide open.

This is a unbelievable!

But, suddenly my heart also dropped. 

Don't get me wrong. 

This is great news. But, still...

I have my reservations.

I sense something is coming.

Wyatt has been working at Royal Emirates Oil for 5 years now.  It is the largest and most profitable oil company in the world and just in a few years the company has greatly prospered and made billions of dollars in black gold and gas.  I didn't like the fact that my husband could be gone for weeks and even months on end.  But, Wyatt's salary and benefits alone are mind boggling and we live extremely well and very comfortably due to his very high paying job. 

I've also been apprehensive of Wyatt's job, because it is also quite dangerous.  The country is an authoritarian regime and most Westerners are taken in by the oasis of tall, shiny skyscrapers, an obscene show of wealth and plenty of smoke screen and mirrors.  But, the UAE can also be very unfriendly and even dangerous to the LGBTQIA+ community.

Wyatt mentioned that the country tends to run with the same mentality of the olden days of the US military.  The Don't Ask / Don't tell policy runs through every aspect in  the country.  As long, as you don't rock the boat, keep things on the down and low and follow the unspoken rules of every day life, then you'll be fine, be left alone and go unnoticed. 

When Wyatt met his future employer Sheikh Yasser Mohamed bin Hadi Al Hussaini for an in person interview, he disclosed his sexuality and that he is married to a man.  Apparently, the Sheikh was greatly impressed by Wyatt's long military career, the impressive service to his country, his extensive resume and a long list of glorious references.  So, my husband being gay was not an issue for him and he was more than fine with it. 

Wyatt leaned in closer to the table and placed his hands on top of mine.

"You alright?

You went quiet..."

My mouth felt parched and took a sip of water.

"Umm, I'm alright.  I'm just shocked.

This has been a lot to take in.

So, what does this all mean?"

Wyatt continued to smile, as he held my hands.

"Well, I'll be providing strategic oversight in the security sector and working with the Manager of IT Security.  He's a guy from London who's quite knowledgeable and was in the Army Air Corps in the UK.  I've met him a few times and we get along well.  I think that having both served in the military, we tend to think alike and have similar traits.  We'll be working together responding to threats and cyber security.  I'll also be mentoring, coaching and training the IT team members.  We'll also be planning and executing simulation exercises.  So, I'll be gone...

And here it was...

What I had been dreading.

Wyatt looked serious and apprehensive, as he stared back at me.

"For longer periods of time. 

But...

It's also a 65% raise and 45% increase in oil and gas shares.

And that's not all...

Here's the real kicker...

The Sheikh has gifted us our own private villa in the Palm Jumeirah!"

I sat speechless and was pretty much flabbergasted.

A villa?

What the hell?

I knew about the beautiful villas in the Palm Jemeirah.  These are million dollar ocean front properties that are owned by millionaires and which we are certainly not.  I knew the Sheikh had taken to Wyatt.  After all, my husband is very likable, easygoing and quickly makes friends wherever he goes.  Wyatt has this very annoying trait, where he opens up to complete strangers and people are immediately taken in and flock to him.  So, of course the Sheik didn't want to lose my husband to a rival competitor.  All these lavish gifts and the raise are very obvious signs that he wants to keep him. 

Well, at least obvious to me...

At that the most importune time our waiter Thomas showed up.  He was holding a regal and expensive looking bottle, as he stood smiling at us.

"Mr.Barrett and Mr.Beckett...

Here's the 2013 Armand de Brignac Rosé".

I begrudgingly looked at the $285,000.00 bottle of Champagne.  The bottle was a bright, pale pink-metallic color with two Ace of Spades icons embossed in the center of the bottle.  Thomas starting talking about the Champagne and I was not in the mood to hear it.

"You'll find the Champagne is harvested from old vines that produce fruit with great flavor intensity..."

I politely raised my hand and stopped him.

"Umm, Thomas could you give us a few more minutes please."

By the way Thomas reacted, he didn't even bat an eyelash.  He's obviously been well trained to read a room and quickly understood without the need for an explanation.

"Yes, of course.

I will leave you with the bottle and check with you back in a few minutes."

Thomas bowed and excused himself.

Wyatt sat back on his chair while silently looking and trying to read me.  From his tone and happy demeanor, I knew that he was excited about this new promotion and rightfully so.

"Look...

If this is going to cause a problem.

I won't take the promotion."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

Great!

Put this on me.

"Please, don't do that. 

Don't put this on me. 

You clearly want this.  So, I'm not going to tell you, not to take the promotion."

Wyatt simply sighed and does what he does in these situations...

Go silent.

After a few seconds of staring at each other, he finally spoke.

"What do you want to hear from me?"

This conversation was going to derail fast, if I truly told him how I felt.  Wyatt grabbed the bottle from the ice bucket, inspected it and popped the cork.  Unfortunately, as he unscrewed the cork, it went flying hitting the table across from us.  My husband chuckled and apologized to the elderly couple, as I watched unamused.  Wyatt then poured Champagne into his glass.

"If this is going to be an issue and cause friction between us. 

I'm not going to take the promotion."

Wyatt took a sip and looked at the bubbly Champagne.

"Damn!

This is some good shit."

Once again, he manspread himself, as he looked at me.

"There's something else that I need to tell you."

I rolled my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.  I honestly don't know, as to how many more surprises I can take.

"I hired a nanny."

As I sat across from my husband, I don't think I heard him correctly.

"What did you just say?"

Wyatt had his best poker face, as he took another sip of Champagne.

"I hired a nanny for Aiden."

I immediately felt my blood boil, sat upright and leaned closer to the table.

"You did what?"

Wyatt sighed and bit his lower lip.

"Just wait and listen, before going off."

I wanted to lounge forward and strangle him.

"You had been gone a month...

I didn't feel comfortable leaving Aiden with your mom anymore.

I know she loves and adores her grandson.  

But, she's getting on in years and I couldn't keep asking to babysit at the drop of a hat.

So, I hired a na...

A manny and he's..."

I practically jumped out of my seat.

"The fuck did you just say?"

Wyatt pursed his lips and at that moment, he knew he'd just fucked up.

"A manny...

As in a male nanny.

I know the name sounds dumb. 

But, that's what he calls himself..."

I raised my voice loudly enough that even the people across from us looked at our table.

"I know what a fucking manny is!

How could you make this decision on your own?

We were both supposed to make this important decision!"

Wyatt just sat there looking at me.

"You were gone a month!

I needed help with Aiden.

My son comes first."

I immediately stood up.

"Our son, you prick!

Aiden is our son!"

People around the room were now looking at us.  Thomas immediately showed up and I felt his presence behind me.

"Mr.Barrett...

Mr.Beckett...

Is there a problem?"

My face was red and my blood boiling.

"You'll have to excuse me, Thomas.

I've lost my appetite.

I'm done.

I'm leaving."

I pushed my chair under the table and walked away.

"Nate, don't do this this...

Where are you going?"

I was so angry, I was seeing red. 

I could hear Wyatt apologizing to Thomas, as I headed towards the exit.

I can't believe the fucking nerve of him!

A nanny?

A fucking male nanny on top of it?

And not to even consult with me first?

What the fuck was he thinking?

I have never walked so fast in my life.  I needed to get out of here, pronto!

As I got to the entrance, I pushed myself through the sea of people coming into the restaurant.  I stood out like a sore thumb due to my clothes and I clearly heard the Maître d' call my name.

"Mr.Beckett?...

Monsieur?"

I bolted out of the restaurant and kept walking.  I was so angry that I didn't even know which way I was heading.  Not ten minutes had gone by when Wyatt pulled next to me in his truck.

"Nate...

Get in!"

I shook my head, ignored Wyatt and kept walking faster.  By now, it was past 9 P.M. and Friday evening traffic was heavy in the city.  Once again, Wyatt pulled beside me and honked at me.

"Nathan!

Get in the fucking truck!"

I kept walking and ignored him.  Wyatt decided to stop in the middle of traffic, as he shouted my name.

"Nathan!

I don't want you walking the streets alone.

We can talk about this. 

Please, get in the truck."

By now cars were honking and some drivers were shouting obscenities out of their windows.  I then felt someone grab me by the arm and turn me around with ease. 

I was staring at a very angry looking Wyatt.

"I get it.

You're angry and that's fine. But, please get in the truck.

I don't want anything to happen to you."

I sighed and as much as I didn't want to be in the same vehicle as my husband, I walked over to his truck.  By now there was a long line of cars honking at us.  Wyatt opened the door for me and once I was in, slammed it close.  He then walked around the back of the truck, as the vehicle behind us kept honking incessantly.  Wyatt had had enough and he went off.

"I'm fucking going!

You got something to say?

Oh, yeah?

Get of out of your fucking truck and say it to my face!"

As angry as I was, I also didn't want an altercation between my husband and this other driver.  Colorado is an open-carry state, meaning that most adults are allowed to openly carry a firearm without permit.  So, I didn't want this to escalate in Wyatt getting his dumbass shot.  I got out of the truck and shouted at my husband.

"Wyatt get in!"

Wyatt's face was red and he was itching for a fight.  It would be extremely unfortunate for the driver behind us to accept the challenge.  After all, this driver would be Wyatt's anger outlet and his frustration punching bag.

"Yeah, bitch?

Didn't fucking, think so.

Fucking pussy!"

Wyatt gave the guy behind us the finger, got in the truck and we drove off.  We drove in silence for a few minutes without saying anything to one another.  I kept looking out the window while trying not look at my husband.

Eventually Wyatt spoke up.

"Well, that went fucking well."

I just kept looking out the window, as Wyatt placed his right hand on my leg.  I was not in the mood to be touched by him and so, I slapped his hand away.

"Look...

I'm sorry that I did not discuss this with you first. 

I did try calling the resort to speak to you. 

But, some asshole at the front desk refused to put my call through.

He cited some fucking policy that you could only take a phone call, only if it was a matter of life and death."

Ah, yes!

The fucking policy at the wellness resort.

Once you walked through the doors of the resort.  You were asked to sign a lengthy contract, where not only did they take away your cell phone.  But, you were also not allowed to receive, make phone calls, send text messages or even email anyone.  You were cut off from the outside world and all the toxic technology that went along with it.

"So, I did try Nate.

I really did...

But, I was running out of options and at my wit's end.

I just wanted to do what is best for our son."

Wyatt emphasized the our part.

As I turned to look at my husband, I could see honest remorse on his face.

I get it...

But, it doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt and sting. 

We drove in silence for a bit, until I spoke up.

"Did you do a thorough background check and go over his references?"

I turned to look at Wyatt, as he drove.

"Yes, I did.

My secretary did a thorough background check and everything came back clean. 

Tyler came with great references and every one of them was thoroughly checked.

He was recently the manny for Governor Buchanan..."

I quickly turned to look at my husband.

"Buchanan?

Wasn't he involved in some sort of scandal recently?"

Wyatt kept driving and shrugged his shoulders.

"Was he?

Can't, recall...

You know the Democrats motto...

Do as I say, and not as I do."

Every now and again, Wyatt's upbringing comes out.  He's one of those strange gay Republicans that you tend to shake your head at.  Politics and its parties are the one thing we can never see eye to eye on.  I grew up in a Democrat household and he in a Republican one.  So, oil and water when it comes to voting, policies and politics.

"Well, I'm going to do my own investigation on what's his name."

Wyatt nodded his head, as he kept looking forward.

"Tyler...

His name is Tyler and that's fine."

I was still fuming on the inside.  But, as I sat angrily next to my husband, I was fighting every impulse in my body to touch him.

I've missed the big behemoth.

Even if he can be an idiot sometimes. 

He's still...my idiot.

I have always felt safe around Wyatt.  He can very loving, even romantic at times.  But, his strong alpha personality also makes him assertive, confident and extremely stubborn and not that there's anything wrong with that(except, the stubborn part!).  But, it's just that sometimes, he can also be impulsive, self centered, doesn't think things through and bulldozes his way through life.  I'm an Aquarius and he's a Taurus which makes us both stubborn and we don't like to change our views or beliefs.  I've also read that once these two Astrological signs are committed to one another, almost nothing can make them decide to abandon the relationship.

Key words...

Almost nothing.

Before long, we had arrived at our gated community.  Wyatt drove up to the front gates and were greeted and waved in by security.  I was taking deep breaths, as my anxiety was kicking in. 

I wanted to see and hold my sweet boy Aiden.  It's been so long, since I've seen my love.  But, there is also the matter of a complete stranger living in our home and I didn't like what I was feeling.

As Wyatt pulled into the driveway, I felt relieved to be home.

Chapter 03:

The manny

I got out of the truck and left Wyatt with my luggage.  I immediately walked towards the front door, used my keys and walked in.

Ahh...

Home sweet home.

Everything looked normal and the same way, I had left it.  But, as I hung my keys on the key holder by the door, I felt a presence behind me and a soft spoken male voice.

"Oh, hello there.

I wasn't expecting you home, so soon.

I thought you'd be at the restaurant."

I turned around and I swear my blood pressure shot sky high.  Standing in front of me was Tyler and all I could think was...

That motherfucker!

Seems like Wyatt left out some very important details about Tyler.

Such as...

The fact that I'm staring at a fucking 18 year old! And that's not even the best part...

The kid is a looker. 

And oh, yes...

I can smell the gay in him.

That motherfucking prick!

Wyatt also has a thing for redheads and guess what? 

Tyler's hair color is strawberry blond.

I'm a redhead and when we first met, Wyatt told me that when he first saw me, he immediately made a beeline for me and prayed to every saint in heaven for me to be gay. 

As, I'm staring at this kid(and none, too fondly) he is of medium build, slim, with lime green eyes, rosy cheeks and ruby red lips.  I'd be lying to myself, if I didn't think that Wyatt didn't hire him because of his good looks.

That fucking asshole!

Now, I'm not the type to mask my displeasure at things.  I can't suppress my emotions like some people...

I took a step forward, as Tyler approached me to shake my hand.

"I'm Tyler...

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

Wyatt has told me, so much about you."

I bit my lower lip and held my tongue.  At that moment, Wyatt walked through the front door with my suitcase and carry on.  I was looking at the kid in front of me and then I turned to face my husband.

"And, you're Tyler...

I wish my husband would have done the same."

Tyler was all smiles, as I stared at Wyatt who had his best poker face on.  We've been together long enough that I know, he can pretty much read my mind.  And at this very minute, I really hope he can...

You motherfucker!

If this is how Wyatt is going to play. 

So, be it!

I decided enough with the pleasantries and get right down to business.

"It seems Mr.Barrett left a couple of things out, when he dropped the bombshell that he'd hired you.

I'll need to see a copy of your resume and a list of all your references.

Do you have either at hand?"

Tyler looked surprised, as he looked towards Wyatt's direction.

Wyatt eventually found his balls and spoke up.

"Nate...

That is not necessary...

We can talk about this in..."

I turned to face Wyatt and I swear my anger was reaching atomic level.

"Not necessary?

Not fucking necessary?

You single handed hired a child to look and care after our son!"

Wyatt stared at me red faced and looking pissed. 

Tyler took a step forward and spoke up.

"No worries, Nathan.

I should have both on my laptop.

I can print or email..."

I was grinding my teeth, as I turned around to face the kid.

"We're on first name basis?

Let me be perfectly clear...

I'm Mr.Beckett and that giant prick standing by the front door is my husband Mr.Barrett."

Tyler looked shocked, as he just stood there. 

Wyatt's face had an angry red color and I could even feel the heat the giant was giving off.

"That's enough, Nate!

Clearly, you're pissed.

But, don't take it out on Tyler."

I gave Wyatt a dirty look and tried to shove past him to get my suitcase.  Trying to push him aside is like trying to push a mountain, and the fucker didn't even flinch or budge an inch.

I grabbed my suitcase, carry on and headed upstairs feeling both of their eyes on me.  As I reached the second floor, I left my luggage by the stairs and went into the nursery to check on Aiden.

I walked into the nursery and quietly approached the crib.  Sure enough, the little Prince was fast asleep and as much as I wanted to pick him up, I let him be.  I quietly walked out of the nursery and decided to check something. 

The second floor has three rooms...the nursery, the nanny's room and a guest bedroom.  As I opened the door across from the nursery, I was hit by the same sweet, intense and fruity fragrance that I had smelled in Wyatt's truck.

That son of a bitch!

So, it had been Tyler all along that had been in Wyatt's truck.

The room was clean and very tidy.  The bed was made and a couple of text books lay open on top of the mattress.  I took a few steps and read the book titles, Effective Practices in Early Childhood Education. Anti-Bias Education in the Early Childhood Classroom and The Complete Resource Book for Preschoolers. 

A laptop was turned on and an essay was currently being typed.  Aiden's baby monitor lay next to the bedside table, as well as a cell phone.  As I was heading out the door, my eyes caught a red, shiny and iridescent bottle sitting on top of the dresser.  The shiny glass bottle resembled a hand grenade, strangely enough.  I walked over to take a better look at the bottle.  The name of the fragrance was in gold lettering Sex Bomb Xtreme by some brand called Sexxy Couture.  I could smell the floral, sweet and sugary undertones from where I stood.  I rolled my eyes and immediately left the room.  I headed towards the end of the hall and the room across the bathroom. 

I opened the door, saw an unmade bed and Wyatt's clothes laying on the floor, bed and chair.  So, all this time Wyatt has been staying in the guest bedroom, instead of our bedroom.

It both stung and hurt at the same time.  But, it also made sense. 

During my illness Wyatt had moved all his things to the spare bedroom(at my request).  I didn't want to keep him up during the night with my constant insomnia and all the tossing and turning I did while in bed.  I just thought that he would have moved back in to the master bedroom after I was gone.  I closed the door and headed to the third floor and our bedroom. 

Once I walked into our bedroom, I turned on the light and the room looked immaculate.  Everything looked clean, polished and in order.  The bed was made, the carpet  vacuumed and everything carefully left in its place.   I kicked the suitcase to the side, dropped my carry on and sat on the bed.

A few minutes passed, when there was a knock on the door.  I didn't reply and as the door opened, Wyatt walked into the room.  I made a face, opened the suitcase and started taking out my clothes and laying them on the bed.

"Nate...

Can we talk?"

I gave Wyatt my back, as I took the toiletries out of the suitcase.  Wyatt sighed, as he quietly closed the door behind him.

"Look...

Just give Tyler a chance...

He's very good with kids and Aiden loves him..."

I threw my clothes on the bed and turned to face him.

"He's not fucking staying!

Tomorrow morning, he can pack up his bags and leave.

We'll give him 6 weeks of severance pay, which is more than fair."

Wyatt had his massive muscular arms crossed, as he stared back at me.

"Tyler is not going anywhere.

He's done well taking care of the house and our son these past few months.

In my eyes, he's qualified, trust worthy and earned his stay."

I was looking at my husband incredulously. 

Wyatt and I have always seen eye to eye on almost everything.  I've never seen him ignore or brush off my decisions.

I looked at my husband incredulously, as I held my toiletries bag in my hand.

"What are you saying?"

Tyler had a cold and blank expression on his face, as he looked at me.

"Did, I stutter?

I said Tyler is not going anywhere.

He's Aiden's manny and they've bonded extremely well.

I'm not going to deprive our son of care and nurture, due to your anger and resentment being directed at me.

Our son is top priority and he comes first."

I was shocked!

In 10 years that we've been together, Wyatt has never spoken to me in this way.

"I leave tomorrow for Dubai and I'll be gone for three weeks.

Tomorrow morning, Tyler will be going over his responsibilities with you.

You will not fire him.

If you have a problem with anything he does...

Speak with me first and we'll talk about it.

Am, I crystal clear?

You can reach me 24/7 at my cell phone."

Wyatt looked around the room and as he opened the door, said.

"Welcome back."

And with that my husband walked out and closed the door behind him.

I was stunned!

I just stood by the bed and couldn't move.

What the hell just happened?

After a few minutes, I sat down on the bed and started crying.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the kitchen...

Tyler was taking out the dishes out of the dishwasher when Wyatt walked in.

"How did it go?

Do I still have a job?"

Wyatt sighed, as he looked at his wristwatch.

"Yes, you still have your job.

Nate is just..."

Wyatt sighed heavily.

"Angry and resentful. 

He's used to getting his way and that is my fault.

I always give in to his demands.  But, not this time.

Unfortunately, he's taking it out on you and I apologize."

Tyler nodded, as he put away the rest of the dishes.

"Look, Wyatt...

Your husband is really ticked off.

It's clear that you both need to talk about this and work it out.

The last thing I want is to be caught in the middle of a quarrel."

Tyler leaned against the kitchen sink, as he looked at a tired and somber looking Wyatt.

Wyatt walked up to the fridge, opened the glass door and took out a pink metallic bottle.  He then grabbed two crystal glasses from the cupboard.

"Ever had a $285,000.00 glass of Champagne?"

Tyler raised and eyebrow and nodded no.

"No.

I can't say that I have."

Wyatt set the glasses on the marble counter and poured the Champagne.

"Here...

Have a drink with me...

I don't want it to go to fucking waste.

Tonight was a total shit show."

Tyler took the glass with the bubbling Champagne and just looked at it.

"Umm...

I'm not of legal age to drink and I'm also studying for an exam.

Besides, I should be clear-headed in case Aiden wakes up in the middle of the night."

Wyatt nodded and smirked.

"See...

Right fucking there...

That's one of the things that I like about you.

You're level headed, honest and responsible.

Nate will eventually come around."

Wyatt grabbed Tyler's glass and drank the Champagne in one gulp, he then downed his glass as well.

"Right...

Well, I need to head off to bed.

I got an early flight tomorrow morning."

Wyatt took the bottle of Champagne with him, as he exited the kitchen.

"Oh, listen...

If Nate has any issues with anything you do...

I told him to run things by me, first.

Go over your daily itinerary with him tomorrow morning.

If for any reason you need to reach me...

Call, text or email me...anytime.

Goodnight."

Wyatt then walked out the kitchen and headed upstairs.

Tyler sighed heavily, as he picked up the empty glasses of Champagne and washed them.  As he looked out the kitchen window, he sighed heavily and muttered.

"Great..."

Nathan was woken up by his alarm at 6:00 A.M.  He slept well last night, despite the heated argument with his husband, the crying and feeling like shit.  He got up, walked into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, shaved, did his business and took a hot and scalding shower.  Today would be his first day heading back to work, after being on medical leave of absence for a year.

Nathan is a Nursing Director at Denver General where his main job's responsibilities are to hire, train, evaluate and even fire nursing staff.  His schedule tends to vary from week to week, as he's always conducting performance reviews, recruiting, training and hiring all the nursing staff for the hospital.  He's also on call when urgent issues arise and needs to reachable and available 24/7 to deal with them.  As of today, he's working from home, until he feels good enough to return to his office at the hospital. 

Even though he's working from home, Nathan dressed appropriately for he was going to be doing many, many Zoom online meetings.  He neatly combed, jelled and stylized his dark auburn red hair to perfection, put on deodorant and gently sprayed himself with his Chanel Bleu Eau de Parfum.  He walked into his walk-in-closet, grabbed a pair of white boxer briefs, a green Ralph Lauren Polo shirt, gray dress pants and favorite Gucci brown loafers. 

Before heading down to the kitchen, Nathan made their California King bed, neatly arranged the silk pillows and put his dirty clothes in the hamper.  Once the master bedroom was pristine looking and to his liking, he headed downstairs to the kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee.  The third floor of their home has the master bedroom, as well as two large guest rooms. 

When Nathan got sick, Wyatt converted one if the guest bedrooms into an office and prepared everything for Nathan to keep him comfortable.  His strong ox of a husband even managed to haul up a large desk all on his own, as well as a massive ergonomic office leather chair and a small fridge.  This way Nathan didn't have to go all the way to the kitchen for water, snacks and other things.  He than walked into his home office, logged in to his desktop computer and checked his emails.

Over 700 emails had red urgent red flags and immediately Nathan's head did a spin and his stomach a somersault.  At least his temporary replacement had gone over the main portion of emails and separated everything into folders according to the level of importance.  The 700 emails left had to have Nathan's input and much needed reply. 

This was going to be a very long day and one hell of a grueling week!

Breathe!

Just breathe!

Nathan looked at his wristwatch and it was close to 7 A.M.  As he stood on the landing of the second floor, he looked towards the nursery and Wyatt's room.  His husband would be long gone by now and heading to Dubai for the next three weeks.  Nate sighed heavily, headed towards the nursery, carefully opened the door and peeked in.  Aiden was asleep and looking peaceful, as he sucked his thumb and made cute baby sounds.  It brought a special warmth to Nathan's soul and a much needed and happy smile.

Nathan had wanted a baby for the past 5 years.  He'd hounded, begged and pleaded his husband for a baby.  But, he ran into a wall, as far as Wyatt was concerned.  His husband felt that with their hectic and busy schedules, was it fair to bring a child into their household?  Both of them worked long hours and one could be gone for days, even weeks.  Would Nathan be overwhelmed looking after a baby on his own?  Both valid points, so Nathan brought up hiring a nanny and a housekeeper to help.  But, Wyatt was still unsure and on the fence.

In the end Nathan won, as Wyatt caved in to his husbands constant nagging and demand.  The baby was fathered by Wyatt, as Nathan wanted a son from his gorgeously handsome and massively hulking and striking husband.  Two years ago they welcomed a healthy 7 1/2 lbs. baby boy and named him Aiden Alexander Barrett-Beckett.  The process to have a baby was a long and meticulous one, as they wanted nothing but the best for the future member of their family.  After doing their homework and many months of consultation, they chose an expensive and well known French fertility clinic called NouvelleVie (NewLife).

Nathan and Wyatt spent hours, days even looking at countless profiles of potential surrogate candidates.  After much careful consideration, they chose a 25 year old, healthy and beautiful ballet dancer from Paris.  The cost for the surrogacy was $180,000 USD on top of paying for extra expenses, such as maternity clothing, medication, doctor visits, hotels, food and travel fees. 

In the end, everything worked out well.  Nathan and Wyatt had a healthy baby boy and everything had been well worth it.

Nathan quietly walked out of the nursery and gently closed the door.  He then looked at Tyler's room, but he couldn't hear anything or see any light underneath the door.  For one quick second, his gaze turned towards Wyatt's room, as it called to him.  But, Nathan chose instead to head downstairs and towards the kitchen.

As Nathan descended the stairs, the house was very quiet.  He wondered what time this kid Tyler got out of bed and made a mental note to discuss this with his husband.  Maybe complaining that the kid got out of bed late, could be the ammo used to get rid of him.  Nathan walked into the kitchen, only to be startled by Tyler who was sitting at the kitchen table and reading a book.

"Oh, Jesus!

You startled me."

Tyler looked up from his book, smiling, freshly showered and fully dressed.

"I'm sorry...

I didn't mean to startle you.

Apologies.

Mr.Barrett wanted me to go over my itinerary with you.

I wanted to catch you, before you started your work."

Nathan sighed, as Tyler was being nothing than polite while still managing to rub him the wrong way.

"Yes, that's fine.

I'll just make a cup of coffee and we can get started."

Nathan grabbed a mug from the cupboard and saw that there was a pot of fresh coffee brewing.

"Did you make this?

Do you drink coffee?"

Tyler closed his book, as he politely nodded and smiled.

"Yes, I made the coffee.

I don't drink it regularly. 

I'll have a cup every now and again.  Mostly when I'm studying for tests and finals.

Mr.Barrett likes to have a cup of coffee before starting the day.

I figured, you did as well."

Nathan nodded.

"Yes, I do. 

Thank you for making it.

I tend to drink coffee through the day.

I appreciate it."

Nathan walked over to the kitchen table and he could smell the sweet candy scented cologne that Tyler was wearing.  The kid was wearing a green and navy blue Ralph Lauren, short sleeve, rugby type jersey and blue jeans.  His strawberry blond hair was neatly combed, gelled, carefully stylized and not a single hair out of place.

"Oh, I almost forgot...

A delivery was dropped off."

Nathan furrowed his brow, took a sip of his coffee and wondered what it was?

Tyler got up from the kitchen table and headed towards the front door.  Nathan watched discreetly, as the kid had everything going for him.  Good looks, slim, a likeable personality, average height and a bubble butt that filled nicely in a pair of tight and vintage GUESS blue jeans.

 Still...

Nathan has his reservations.

Tyler then returned with a bouquet of red roses in a gorgeous crystal vase.

"These are for you...

A delivery man from La Provence brought them.

He said that you left the roses at the restaurant and they wanted to return them to you."

Nathan's face turned scarlet red.

Yes...

The unpleasant argument he had with his husband at La Provence last night.  Not their finest moment. But, shit happens in a marriage from time to time.

"Oh, thank you.

Umm...

Yes, the roses."

Tyler put the roses on the kitchen's marble counter.  Nathan simply stared at them and for a second thought of Wyatt.  But, was then quickly distracted by Tyler's voice.

"They're beautiful...

And smell...

So fresh and fragrant...

I've never been given flowers by anyone and these look expensive."

Nathan sighed, as he stared at Tyler and his comments felt genuine.  Part of him felt bad for the way that he'd behaved last night.  But, Wyatt had also been calculating in his actions and brought him to La Provence to soften the blow of hiring a manny.

Wyatt is not the only stubborn man in this marriage.

"I'll need to log in to work soon.

Let's go over your resume and tell me about yourself."

Tyler smiled and joined Nathan the kitchen table.  The kid sat across with a notepad and pen ready.

"Yes, of course.

What would you like to know?"

Nathan took a sip of coffee and recalled the resume that he'd read last night before going to bed.

"Your resume says that you graduated high school with honors and you were top of your class. 

You're 19 years old and currently attending the University of Colorado Boulder?"

Tyler nodded, as he looked at Nathan.

"Yes, that is correct.

I'm taking Early Child Education at CU Boulder. 

It's a 4 year program and all my courses are online."

Nathan nodded his head, as he had been wondering how Tyler was able to look after their son and manage to attend school.

"I know you're wondering, how I can look after your son and do my courses.

Please rest assured that my courses are not time set.  I have plenty of time to do my assignments, study for tests, etc.

My number one priority is to look and take care of Aiden.

I'm also fine with doing the cleaning and cooking for the household.

I'm the youngest in a large family of 3 brothers and 2 sisters. 

So, I can navigate with ease doing chores, running errands and managing the house."

Nate simply nodded and drank his coffee.

"And you're originally from Salt Lake City? 

Mormon?"

Again, Tyler nodded.

"Yes, born and raised.

Non practicing, Mormon though.

I moved out here for college.

I like it here and I plan to stay."

Nathan nodded and decided to take the direct approach.

"And you're fine working for 2 gay men?

I take it that you're..."

Tyler cut him off, as he blushed and answered quickly.

"I'm gay, as well.

So, yes...

I'm perfectly fine working in a gay household."

Nathan smiled and nodded.

"And I see that my husband is paying you $30.00 per hour and you're paid every two weeks.  He's also providing you with full coverage health insurance, dental and paid time off, is that correct?"

Tyler once again nodded.

"Yes, that is correct.

I was earning $22.50 at the Buchanan household.  I didn't get health insurance or paid time off, though. 

So, I truly appreciate what Mr.Barrett has offered. 

Tuition is so expensive and living under your roof rent free is helping me save.

I am extremely grateful." Nathan nodded and it was hard not to like the kid.  Most nannies get paid $22.50 in Colorado.  So, Wyatt had been generous in the hourly pay rate.  The interview went on for another 20 minutes and Nathan mentioned that he was going to be checking all his references.  The young man nodded politely and said that it was more than fine and that he understood.  Time flew and before long, Nathan had to jump on his first Zoom meeting of the day.

Nathan found Tyler easy to get along with and the kid was able to put you at ease very quickly.  During the interview, Tyler mentioned that he wanted to become a teacher and work with under privileged inner city kids, once he finished college.  So, good for him for setting goals and wanting to give back to the community.

Over the next couple of days, Wyatt text and called home.  Nathan spoke to him briefly, as his husband was quite busy and working off site in the desert.  Wyatt wanted to touch base at home and also check on how Tyler was working out.

Nathan was honest and told his husband that the first few days, it took getting used to having Tyler around.  But, he was also quick to admit that Aiden had bonded well with Tyler compared to previous nannies.  By the end of the week they had gotten into a routine and familiar pattern and so far, the kid was working out fine.

One Friday evening, as Nathan was coming out of the nursery, he saw Tyler coming out of Wyatt's bedroom carrying a laundry basket.

"Hey Tyler...

What are you doing?"

Tyler looked Nathan, as he held the laundry basket in his hands.

"I do the laundry on Fridays.

Is that alright?"

Nathan thought about this for a second, as he didn't know, how he felt about that.  They've had housekeepers in the past, who'd done both of heir laundry. 

But, with Tyler being gay...

"Mr.Barrett is o.k. with me doing the laundry. 

Honestly, I don't mind.

I have 3 older brothers and I always did their laundry. 

So, no worries."

In the 10 years that Nathan and Wyatt have been together, Wyatt has never done laundry. 

Not even once.

Nathan walked over to Tyler and took the laundry basket from him.

"I appreciate the offer. 

But, now that I'm back home.

I will take care of our laundry."

Tyler nodded and smiled.

"Yes, of course.

As you wish."

Tyler kept to his room for most of the time.  After feeding, bathing, playing with Aiden and taking him out on his stroller, he would excuse himself to his room, where he would study, read, listen to music and watch TV.

The only time Tyler would leave his room was for dinner.  He prepared his own meals, as the kid is a strict vegetarian and very meticulous about how pots, pans and utensils are used when cooking all his meals.  Apparently, Wyatt had gone so far, as to purchase Tyler his own set of pans and cooking utensils and even give Tyler his own cupboard to keep his things. 

Three weeks went by fast and before long, Wyatt was to return home.  The Saturday Wyatt was to arrive, Nathan text his husband and asked him, if he was having dinner on the jet or if he wanted him to prepare something.  Wyatt quickly replied that he would prefer a home cook meal, if it wasn't too much trouble.

Nathan made a rack of lamb, mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables and a garden salad to go with the meal.  Tyler offered to eat in his room to give the married couple alone time and privacy.  But, Nathan told him that it wasn't necessary and if he liked, he was welcomed to dine with them.

Wyatt arrived home around 8 P.M., and as he walked through the front door, he looked more sunburned that anything else.  Even though three weeks had passed, Nathan still held a bit of grudge at his husband.  But, he did the adult thing. reeled in his resentment and greeted his husband with a hug and a peck on the lips. 

"Hey there...

Did you have a good flight?"

Wyatt's face although sunburned, gave off a nice glow and was all smiles, as he was greeted by his husband.

"Hi love.

Yes, hassle free.

Thank god for a private jet.

But, I'm starving..."

At hearing Wyatt's comment, Nathan remembered the lamb in the oven and quickly headed towards the kitchen. 

"Shit!

That reminds me, I gotta take the lamb out of the oven.

Excuse me."

As Nathan rushed to the kitchen, he saw Wyatt walk towards Tyler who was holding their son.  In an almost audible whisper, he heard his husband address Tyler.

"Strawberry..."

Nathan quickly turned to look at them.  But, missed the interaction, as by now Wyatt was holding Aiden and giving him kisses all over his little body.  Tyler's face, however had turned a deep crimson red and he quickly turned away from view. 

In the kitchen, Nathan was in the middle of taking the lamb out of the oven.  Wyatt walked in carrying a very happy and noisy Aiden.

"Did everything work out with Tyler?

I didn't hear much from you in the last few days.

I figured you were busy with work."

Nathan nodded, as he took the roasted vegetables out of the oven.

"Umm, yes...

It was a hectic and very busy week.  But, I managed to survive.

Tyler's resume and references all checked out.  And you were right, Aiden really likes him."

Wyatt smiled, nodded, approached his husband and gave him another kiss on the lips.

"I'm glad...

I've missed you, you know.

I've been thinking about you all these weeks."

Wyatt then quite boldly guided Nathan's right hand to his bulging crotch.

"Wyatt!

Stop it!

We have company."

Wyatt chuckled, as Aiden pulled at his daddy's beard.

"He's a guy...

He'll understand...

If not, too bad.

It's our house and you're my husband.

I've missed the two precious loves of my life."

Nathan smiled and blushed.  At that moment Tyler walked into the kitchen and approached Wyatt.

"Would you like to get cleaned up before dinner?

I can take him and you can go wash up."

Wyatt nodded and gave Aiden a kiss on the head.

"Yeah, sure.

I'll just change though.

I'm starving and that lamb looks and smells amazing."

Tyler took Aiden to his playpen in the living room, while Wyatt headed upstairs to change and get cleaned up.  Nathan set the dining room and brought the food to the table.  Tyler had made his own dinner composed of some type of stir-fry crispy tofu, green beans and a salad.

Nathan grabbed a bottle of Bordeaux to pair it perfectly with the lamb and sat Aiden in his highchair and spoon fed him his dinner.  As Tyler and Nathan sat down to eat, Wyatt could be heard opening and closing the fridge door in the kitchen.  He then walked into the dining room with a beer in hand and when Nathan noticed what he was wearing, his face immediately turned red.

Wyatt was wearing a white Under Armour tank top, which showed off perfectly his impressive muscular hairy chest and heavily tattooed arms.  But, the part that made Nathan blush were the shorts his husband had decided to wear to the table.  Wyatt has these old, thread bare and worn out shorts that he's had long before they met. 

On many, many occasions Nathan has tried to throw them out.  But, Wyatt refuses to let them go for sentimental reasons.  Wyatt smugly calls them his "lucky" shorts, as when he'd wear them while jogging on the beaches of San Diego and while training for the Marines, he'd always end up getting well,...lucky.

Wyatt's lucky shorts are a pair of white and green, cotton low rise shorts that have no inner lining.  These shorts are so old, that they're practically see through and practically hanging by a thread.  When he wears them around the house, it's fine.  But, now that Tyler is living in their home, the shorts are not appropriate or even decent to wear. 

At the moment, you can clearly see Wyatt's big balls and the outline of his huge cock clearly displayed.  Wyatt is a big boy in every sense of the word.  The colossal man is height and body size proportionate.  Even when soft, Wyatt is blessed with an eggplant sized thick dick.  Soft, the man hangs at around 6 inches and at full mast, an imposing 12 thick inches.  If the length doesn't impress you, then the 7.5 inches circumference will certainly do it. 

The shorts Wyatt is wearing also have a slit up the sides, which causes his massive thick dick to hang down at the legging edge.  Nathan made it clear to his husband not to wear these shorts in public.  As he's genuinely concerned that Wyatt could get arrested for lewd, lascivious and indecent exposure.  But, in typical Wyatt mind set, he just laughs and shrugs it off.  Wyatt is well aware and knows that Nathan hates when he wears these shorts.  So, at the moment Nathan doesn't understand, as to why his husband would wear them to the dining room table.  That is...

Until Nathan saw Tyler gawk at his husband.

Wyatt at 36 years old is certainly a sight to behold.  His hair is still as thick and a dark shade of luscious brown, as the day Nathan met him.  He's also been gifted with a pair of beautiful gray/blue eyes that will absorb you directly into his soul.  He stays active and fit by hitting the gym, going on runs and doing laps on the pool on a daily basis.  So, the man is a vision and he fucking well knows it.

As Wyatt stand by the dining room entrance with a beer in hand, he truly is the epitome of masculine perfection.  A life size and gorgeous Adonis with massive broad shoulders, a sexily tapered hairy torso which proudly displays an eight pack of sculptured chiseled abs and long powerful hairy legs.

As Nathan looked at his husband, he thought he saw a glimmer and twinkle in his eyes.  It was brief and very subtle, but it was there.  Tyler was being discreet, as he took small bites of his food.  But, would steal glances towards Wyatt and check him out from head to toe.  Nathan could also see that his husband was enjoying the attention and admiration.  This silent interaction caused Nathan to have a twinge of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. 

As Wyatt stood next to his chair and was about to sit down, he openly adjusted his massive dick and scratched his balls.  Nathan's face turned red and he bit his tongue, as he wanted to chastise his husband for this lewd display.  Wyatt has this nonchalant, big dick energy display when it comes to his privates.  It doesn't matter where he is or even if he's talking to someone.  His husband will openly and very carefree adjust, pull and tug at his massive schlong and scratch his ballsack.  He's very carefree when he does it in public in front of people and it makes Nathan cringe. 

When Nathan brings it up, his husband just laughs it off and says he doesn't realize that he's even doing this.  Tyler at the moment is trying very hard(and failing)to avert his eyes from Wyatt's obscene and massive bulge.  Wyatt on the other hand is clearly enjoying the admiration, as his large and thick dick has become somewhat rigid in his shorts.  There is definite some flirting going on.

Once Wyatt sat down, he lunged at his dinner like a lion devouring a gazelle.  Nathan had to tell him to slow down, as he attacked his meal like someone who hadn't eaten in days. 

"Slow down, please...

You're going to end up choking."

Wyatt smiled, winked at his husband, as the stuffed his mouth with fluffy mashed potatoes.

"It's...flmmpf flmmpf flfff, mmmph,"

Nate sighed, as he looked at his husband.  He caught Tyler grinning, as the kid took small bites of his tofu while watching the caveman eat.

"Sorry, one more time?"

Wyatt took a sip of his beer and burped loudly.

"Buuuuurppp!"

Nathan sighed and shook his head, as Tyler giggled.

"Nice one, Wyatt.

Give our guest and our son a lesson in table etiquette and manners."

Wyatt took another sip of his beer.

"I said...

Nothing beats your cooking!

The flavor and tenderness of the lamb....

Your fluffy mashed potatoes...

Forget 5 star restaurants...

Your cooking is the best!"

Nathan smiled, as he watched his husband throughly enjoying and savor his meal. 

"Well, leave room for dessert. 

I also baked your favorite pie."

Wyatt's eyes lit up, as he was practically inhaling his food.

"You mean..."

Nathan nodded and smiled.

"Apple cinnamon crumble and I bought a gallon of Old Fashioned Vanilla ice cream to go with it."

Wyatt face was beaming, as he gave off a happy glow.  He then took Nathan's hand and kissed it.

"I've truly missed you, hun. 

I'm so happy to have you home...

And for us to be a family again."

Nathan felt a happy and warmth engulf his body, as he smiled at his husband.  He then glanced at Tyler who was looking at them and suddenly got up from the table.  He excused himself and took his dishes to the sink.  After dinner, Nathan and his husband sat at the table and Wyatt spoke about his job.  Apparently, several new oil veins had been discovered in the desert and Wyatt and his team were responsible for assembling a top notch security team to secure, patrol and protect them.  The elite group of men was composed of former US Army, Marines and British Special Forces.

Tyler brewed a fresh pot of coffee, as Wyatt and Nathan had a slice of pie with vanilla ice cream.  Tyler politely passed on the pie and ice cream, as he's a vegetarian.  The conversation then turned towards Nathan, as Wyatt was interested in hearing on how everything went at the hospital.  Before long, it was close to 10 P.M. and after a long week, Nathan decided to call it a night and head for bed.

Tyler had taken Aiden to the nursery hours ago and had retired to his room to study.  As Nathan headed to bed, he was surprised that Wyatt was right behind him and also heading upstairs.  His husband tends to be a late owl and usually stays up until 3 or 4 A.M. watching a game, catching up on work or just watching TV.  After they had turned off all the lights, Wyatt checked the front door, set the security system and they both headed upstairs.  Once on the second floor, Nathan gave Wyatt a kiss on the lips and wished him good night.  Wyatt took his husband's hand and caressed his thick beard with it.

"I was thinking...

Would you be o.k. with me sleeping in our bedroom?"

Nathan was surprised.  But, he'd be lying to myself, if he didn't want his husband next to him in their bed.  It's been months since they've shared a bed or been intimate.  Nathan smiled, leaned in and gave his husband a big kiss on the lips.

"Of course, hun. 

I want you in our bed."

Nathan took Wyatt's hand and led him towards their bedroom.  Out of nowhere, Wyatt lifted Nathan with ease and carried him in his muscular arms to their bedroom. 

"Hun!

What are you doing?

You're going to hurt yourself!"

Wyatt pressed his lips against his husband's and passionately French kissed him.

"Shh!

You're the love of my life and my husband.

I'll do...

What I want....

When I want."

Wyatt then carried his husband into the master bedroom.  Once at the entrance to their bedroom, he used his broad shoulder and slammed the bedroom door behind him.

Chapter 04:

  Crossing boundaries

Nathan woke up from a deep slumber...

He stretched, yawned and still felt tired from the long and grueling week.  He glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand, as it flashed 6:05 A.M.

God dammit!

Nathan likes to sleep late on the weekends, as this is the only time when he can get a decent rest and much needed sleep.  His demanding and stressful job at the hospital takes a daily toll, both mentally and physically.  He groggily stared at the bedroom window, as a cool morning breeze made the white linen curtains dance in the wind.  A ray of sunlight slowly crept into the master bedroom, inching its way towards the California King size bed and slowly engulfing the colossal man laying next to him. 

Nathan and Wyatt have been happily married for 10 years and they've reached that point in their lives, we're they're comfortable and in sync with one another.  At the moment Wyatt is sleeping and snoring soundly, as the ray of sunlight reaches his side of the bed and casts an amber glow on his handsome and very tanned face.  Nathan quietly and lovingly admires his beloved husband, as the man's muscular hairy chest moves up and down in pace with his deep, restful and peaceful breaths. Last night Wyatt had returned home from work after been in Dubai for three weeks.  As they were heading off to bed, Wyatt surprised his husband by wanting to sleep in their bedroom.  Now, this was not a strange occurrence for married couples.  But, Nathan has been dealing with a long illness for months and his husband had moved out of the master bedroom(at Nathan's insistence) to give him the rest he needed.

Once in the privacy of their bedroom, they kissed, hugged and behaved like hormonal teenagers.  Wyatt excused himself to take a quick shower, as Nathan waited patiently in bed for his husband.  Once in bed, they snuggled and continued to kiss passionately and everything felt perfect and in place.  Since, Nathan and Wyatt hadn't been intimate in months, Nathan had the idea to have some sexy time with his husband. 

Unfortunately for Nathan, Wyatt fell asleep during his ardent attempt at giving his hubby a much needed and stress relieving blowjob.  Nathan watched his husband snore away into slumberland and felt dismayed, a bit annoyed and he'd be lying, if his ego wasn't also bruised.  But, he didn't take it personally(at least, that's what he's telling himself).  He solemnly puts the blame on their hectic, demanding and stressful jobs, as well as their conflicting work schedules.

Nathan snapped out of his train of thought, as he stared out the window.  Wyatt had kicked off the silk sheets in his sleep and now lay fully exposed on the large bed.  He  stared at Wyatt's face and the month's beard growth that he sexily sported.  Strangely enough, the more he stared at his husband's thick beard, the more he liked it.  He found it interesting that up to now, he'd only paid attention or been attracted to clean shaven guys. 

As Nathan stared at his bearded husband, he realized something...

Did Wyatt look more studly?

Perhaps even feral with the facial hair?

He looks different somehow? 

Is the beard making Wyatt look older, perhaps even more mature? 

Currently Nathan feels all tingly inside and even a bit embarrassed in acknowledging a sense of excitement.  He's imagining that the man sleeping next to him, could be someone else other than his beloved husband.  As Nathan stares at Wyatt's beard in the sunlight, he's captivated and enthralled by the different shades of brown hairs.  From the lightest shade of brown, to dark auburn and even some red hairs. As the sunlight engulfs the entire bed, Wyatt raises his right muscular arm, exposing his hairy armpit and then covers his face with his arm to block the sun.  Nathan very slowly and quietly scoots closer to his husband and without even thinking, places his face close to his husband's armpit and takes a whiff. 

Oh, my God!

Why is he doing this? 

He's never done anything like this before?

But, if he truly admits it to himself, Nathan has greatly missed the masculine scent of his gorgeous stud of a husband.  Even at this very moment, as his face is really close to Wyatt's armpit, he takes another whiff.  His husband's scent hits Nathan at the core of his brain, sending sparks of electricity directly to his morning boner.  Wyatt gives off an intoxicating combination of scents.  Everything from his body wash, to deodorant, a faint leftover of Dior Sauvage cologne and of course, Wyatt's natural masculine musk all mixed into one and becoming a sexual aphrodisiac for his olfactory system. 

Nathan's eyes then followed his husband's sexy treasure trail leading to a noticeable tent in Wyatt's plaid blue cotton boxers.  It appears that his husband is having quite the dream, as Nathan stares at his hubby's massive morning wood.  Even, after all these years together, Nathan can never get enough of staring at his husband's brawny, muscular and bulky body.  Years of hard work, discipline and dedication in the gym have certainly paid off and it clearly shows.  As long as Nathan has known his husband, the man has always been health conscious, physically active and totally devoted and motivated in hitting the gym in an almost daily religious routine. 

This type of commitment, devotion and sacrifice has turned Wyatt into the epitome of pure athletic masculine perfection.  From the large deltoids, to the thick armor-like pecs, awe-inspiring thighs and the enormous biceps that could easily crush a bull.  Yet, all that can be overlooked, perhaps even forgotten once Wyatt strips down and stands bare-ass naked.  Because between those impressive and massive hairy thighs, one can clearly see Wyatt's prized possession...the man's third leg. 

When Nathan first started dating Wyatt, he got to meet his former Marine buddies and what a wild and rowdy bunch they are.  But, the one thing that left him confused was the name they'd call Wyatt.  His future husband would blush, chuckle and brush it off, saying that it was a just "nickname" given to him in the military.  No other explanation was given and nothing more was said.  It wouldn't be until their 4th date when Nathan spent the night at Wyatt's place and finally found out the reason for the nickname...Footlong.

Wyatt's gigantic frame stands at 6'6'' and the behemoth comes in weighing at 250 lbs. of pure and solid strapping muscle.  The term built like a brick shithouse gets thrown around quite often when describing a well built and muscular guy.  Wyatt however, should be poster boy and spokesman for the term, as the tall, long-legged, broad-shouldered and muscular Adonis that he is. 

Everything about Wyatt is fucking large sized.  From the dinner plate size hands, to the extra wide size 16 shoes and of course, Wyatt's manhood.  Puberty and his Irish ancestry were extremely kind to his husband and even Priapus himself bestowed a mighty and generous blessing.  But, admiration, awe and lust also have their limits.

Wyatt Alexander Barrett knows full well that his large and massively thick dick is both a blessing and a curse.  In its full girth, Wyatt's cock is a hard one to take orally(no pun intended).  Even after all these years, Nathan has tried countless times and has failed to fully deep throat his husband.  The length and thickness is just something that Nathan has never been physically been able to handle without seriously gagging and hurting his throat.
Until Nathan starting dating his future husband, he'd never come across a man with such a large and thick prodigious member.  The first time Nathan lay eyes on the colossal cock, he was speechless, extremely impressed and to be completely honest, more than a little scared.  Wyatt is indeed one lucky son of a bitch, as the man is easy on the eyes, has the smarts, a likable personality, easygoing and to top it off, won the lottery in the dick department.  His 12 inch penis is also uncircumcised which is a rarity in America.  But, apparently Wyatt's parents who are of Irish Catholic descent decided to leave their sons intact and didn't circumcise any of their 8 boys. Nathan extended his right arm, placed it on Wyatt's hairy chest and gently caressed it.  His husband muttered something unintelligible in his sleep and kept snoring.  Nathan   then used his right hand to follow Wyatt's treasure trail, until his hand reached his husband's obelisk of a cock.  It seems that at the height of Wyatt's sexy dream, his dick had escaped through the fly of his boxers and now throbbed and pulsed wildly.  The foreskin was stretched taut over the large and wide mushroom head, as a single pearl drop of pre-cum suddenly appeared on Wyatt's cock.  As Nathan watched carefully, he wondered what his husband must be dreaming about?

He's really horned up...

I wonder, what he's dreaming about?

Nathan tried to grip the thick base of his husband's erect cock.  Normally, Wyatt's cock is so heavy that it tends to rest fully hard on his stomach or hangs off to the side due to its weight.  But, at the moment his massive cock is simply standing straight up, at attention and proudly giving its morning salute.  Nathan smiled, as he could barely wrap his hand around it.

He got close, leaned in, slowly licked Wyatt's large cock head, as he heard his husband softly mutter...

"Aww..."

It was time for Nathan to give his hubby a proper wake up call. 

Nathan held the throbbing and pulsing thick cock with both hands.  Awe, admiration and lust are words used to describe such a magnificent, beautiful and perfect baby maker.  But, if there's one thing, Nathan always has trouble with and is the bane of his existence...

Is always trying to deep throat Wyatt. 

Nathan can get take about 6 inches(7 on a good day) of his husband's cock in his mouth before he starts gagging.  The issue is Nathan's gag reflex which always kicks in.  And although Wyatt never complains, Nathan wishes that he could fully deep throat his hubby's massive rod.

Today, Nathan was going to do his best.  He was going to deep throat his husband, even if it killed him.

Here it goes!

Nathan opened his mouth and slowly took the cock in...

"Awww..."

Another moan from his hubby. 

Nathan was probably about 5 or 6 inches in, when he felt his gag reflex.

Fuck!

He breathed through his nose and calmed down.

Breathe!

All of the sudden, he lost it.  Spit was coming out of his mouth and overflowing down his chin.

Calm down...

Just take your time!

He started once again to bob up and down on his husband's cock, knowing every inch and what Wyatt likes. Again his husband moaned and mumbled in his sleep.

Nathan licked the entire underside of the shaft, up and down while matching Wyatt's deep breaths. 

After a minute or so, he relaxed his throat muscles to take another inch...His husband moaned, exhaled and Nathan immediately paused. Nathan opened his mouth even wider and kept telling himself to relax, breathe and ignore previous failures. 

Wyatt's cock then slides deeper, as Nathan ties to ease the big head to pass through his throat muscles.

Once again, his husband moans...

Nathan feels happy and is very pleased with his efforts at giving his man pleasure. 

He's now more than halfway there and by far the deepest that he's been able to deep throat Wyatt.  

He must have 8 or 9 inches of cock in his mouth...

Jesus!

Once or twice, he feels the gag reflex kick in.  But, like a trooper, he keeps going...

Nathan then keeps telling himself...

A few more inches...

A couple of tears start to roll down his cheek, as he starts to get sweaty and his jaw starts aching.

He then hears Wyatt mumble...

"Oh, fuuuck..."

Nathan was so in the zone that he made the mistake of trying to look at his husband's face, as his mouth was impaled on his hubby's cock. 

He just wanted to see Wyatt's facial expression and reaction.

Then it happened...

Nathan immediately began to gag and unfortunately his teeth made contact with his husband's thick penis.

"Ah!"

Wyatt immediately wakes up, as he's startled from teeth scraping his dick.

Shit!

Wyatt's body jerks upwards, as he groggily looks at Nathan.

"Oww!

Jesus, what the..."

Wyatt pulls away, as Nathan kisses Wyatt's hairy stomach and sheepishly looks at him.

"I'm sorry, love!"

Wyatt rubs his eyes and given his husband a curious look.

"What's going on?

What are you doing?"

Nathan feels terrible and apologizes.

"I'm sorry, hun. 

You were hard...

I wanted to give you a blowjob."

Wyatt sighs, looks around the bedroom and looks annoyed.  He then looks at the alarm clock and furrows his brow.

"You know that you can't deep throat me..."

The way Wyatt said those words...

Nathan felt defeated and those words cut like a knife.

Nathan can see the remorse in Wyatt's gray/blue eyes, as he sighed and looked at him. Nathan just kept apologizing profusely.

"I'm sorry, hun.

 I just wanted to..."

Wyatt managed a smile, pulls Nathan up and gives his husband a kiss on the forehead.

"It's alright, love.

It's fine...

And you don't have..."

It was at that moment that the baby monitor on the nightstand went off. 

The high pitch and wail of Aiden was at full volume and was loudly heard.

"Waaaaa!"

Both Nathan and Wyatt looked towards the direction of the baby monitor.  Wyatt then gave his husband a kiss on the lips and said.

"The little Prince is up.

Go back to sleep. 

I'll take care of him."

Nathan managed a weak smile and nodded.

Inside, he felt defeated once again.

Last night, strike one!

Now, strike two!

Great!

Sex with his husband was once again placed on hold and he wasn't pleased.  Putting a pause on their love making was something that Wyatt didn't seem to mind, or even realize that it bothered his husband.

As Nathan lay in bed, Wyatt went into the washroom, brushed his teeth and gargled.  Once, he came out of the bathroom, he walked towards the bedroom door and looked back at his husband.

"After I take care of the munchkin, I'll head out for my run. 

Go back to sleep and when I return, I'll make breakfast."

Nathan sat on the bed, nodded and smiled.

"Alright, I'll probably sleep for a few more hours and then get up."

Wyatt nodded, smiled, blew his husband a kiss and headed for the nursery.

As his husband went to look after their son, Nathan could hear his husband's deep baritone voice down the hall.

"Coming, sweet Prince!

Daddy is coming..."

Nathan smiled and his heart melted seeing his husband's take his father role very seriously.  It's clear that Wyatt was made to be a father.  Wyatt has a caring, very nurturing and doting quality.  Aiden also has his father wrapped around his tiny little fingers, and even though Nathan has mentioned to his husband to let Aiden cry it out.  Wyatt refuses to do that and will check on his son on every little sigh and wail. 

Before the manny came into the household, it had been Wyatt who'd checked up on their son every morning.  It was also Wyatt who fed, changed and bathed Aiden.  Wyatt tends to have a very paternal and nurturing side.  Maybe it has to do with having been raised in a large household of brothers.  And just recently, it's been Wyatt who's  brought up the idea of giving Aiden a little brother.  This time around, Wyatt thinks they should use Nathan's swimmers for a baby.

As Nathan got comfortable in the bed, he hugged one of Wyatt's pillow.  He then immediately opened his eyes and realized something...

Wyatt was wearing only his boxers, as he headed towards the nursery. 

His husband's dick was still half hard with his large balls swinging to and fro. 

If they heard the baby monitor...

That means...

Tyler also heard the monitor and was heading to the nursery!

Nathan jumped out of bed, grabbed his robe and raced towards the nursery.  As he descended the stairs and came around the corner of the hallway, he could see that the nursery's door was wide open and voices could be heard inside.  He rushed towards the door and that's when he found Tyler sitting on a rocking chair, while holding a calm and quiet Aiden and next to them was his practically naked husband. 

Even from the doorway, Nathan could clearly see the outline of Wyatt's big dick and his large balls.  Nathan felt a surge of jealousy, as he should be the only man to see his husband in this state.  Wyatt, on the other hand seemed not to care, and simply looked up and smiled at his husband who was standing in the doorway.

"Oh, hey...

Thought you were going back to sleep?"

Nathan was looking at a freshly showered Tyler.  The kid was wearing a white Under Armour tank top and black running shorts.

"Good morning...

Aiden just needed a change.

I'll put him back in his crib and he should fall asleep soon."

Wyatt kissed the top of Aiden's head and then looked at Tyler.

"Give me ten minutes and meet me downstairs."

Tyler nodded and put Aiden in his crib.  Nathan was confused at the interaction and followed Wyatt out of the nursery.  

As his husband headed towards the spare bedroom, Nathan quickly followed.

"Where is Tyler going?"

Wyatt turned to look at a bewildered looking Nathan.

"On a run with me.

We've been going on runs together.

He wants to build up muscle and I'm training him."

Immediately, Nathan made a sour face. 

Wyatt sensed his husband's annoyance and stared back at him.

"What?"

By the tone of Wyatt's voice, Nathan felt that his husband didn't see anything wrong with this.

"Hun,

We're his employers.

We are not his friends.

There is a boundary not to cross.

Also, you need to cover yourself when walking around the house."

Wyatt rolled his eyes and crossed his muscular tattooed arms."What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

Nathan sighed, pursed his lips and his eyes went directly to his husband's tenting and bulging crotch.

"Hun,

You're in your boxers..."

Wyatt sighed, shook his head and headed towards the spare bedroom.  Once inside, he closed the door behind them.

"I'm well aware that I'm in my boxers.

I'm also in our house.

I don't see anything wrong with what I'm wearing.

Besides, Tyler is a guy.

It's not like I'm parading nude around the house."

Nathan sighed and shook his head.  Honestly, sometimes his husband can be so blind, clueless and fucking stubborn.

"Look, hun...

Tyler is gay...

And well...

I've caught him looking at you."

Wyatt raised an eyebrow, as he stared at his husband.

"Looking...

At me?"

Nathan sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes!

Do I have to spell it out for you?

He leers at you...

He stares and oogles at you constantly!"

Wyatt chuckled and rolled his eyes.  He then walked over to the dresser and took out a pair of white Under Armour shorts.

"Look...

I don't want to blow this out of proportion. 

And I certainly don't want to start an argument with you.

So, going forward, I'll mind what I wear.

Alright?

Can we drop this?"

Nathan nodded and left it at that.  After all, he didn't want another fight regarding Tyler.

Wyatt kept rummaging through the dresser, like he was looking for something.  He then did a quick glance around the room.

"Huh..."

Nathan was about to exit the room, when he turned around.

"What?

What is it?"

Wyatt was standing by the dresser looking confused.

"That's weird?

My jockstrap is missing."

As soon, as he said that Nathan's stomach did a somersault.  He then saw Wyatt's gym bag by the foot of the bed.

"Maybe, it's in your gym bag?"

Wyatt snapped his fingers and nodded.

"Yes!

That's probably it!

Man, it's going to be rank though.

I haven't washed it in 4 weeks."

Wyatt walked over to his gym bag, picked it up and quickly rummaged through it.

"Nope.

Not here."

Wyatt sighed deeply and looked around the room again.

"Strange...

I could have sworn, I brought it home

I guess, I must have left in my locker at the gym."

Nathan immediately had a bad feeling about this.

Wyatt walked over to his dresser and took out a plastic box.  As he held the box in his hands, Nathan could see that it was another Under Armour white jockstrap.

"Good thing, I always buy in bulk.

They're always disappearing.

Weird..."

To be continued!