Chapter 10: Mashed Potatoes And Ham
"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Janet Price was gorgeous woman. Her cheekbones could cut glass, she took Tyler in a light hug. She smelled like an expensive perfume and she wore an expensive looking sweater with some black pants. She wore an apron over it and it had flour and some other ingredients splattered across it. "Oh, Maggie dear could your take this and keep stirring please?"
"Of course ma'am." Maggie said with a smile and a thick Irish accent.
"My son hasn't stopped talking about you since May. 'Oh mom I met someone, oh he's perfect.' He wasn't wrong, you're so handsome." She pinched Tylers cheek while complimenting him.
"Thank you." Tyler said blushing. She seemed so kind, her energy so motherly. It put Tyler at ease. Some of his nerves at meeting the parents now melting away. "Clark speaks very highly of you." Clark leaned over and side hugged him. Her eyes were beaming, Clark got his eyes from her. They were so deeply and beautifully green Tyler almost thought they were real gemstones.
"You'll have to forgive me and the mess all over me. I was just helping with the dinner prep. Here, let's walk. I'll take you to your father." She directed this to Clark and took her apron off, giving a few final instructions to the kitchen staff. "This way." She smiled, escorting them down a hall. "He's been with your Uncle and some business partners he invited to dinner tonight all morning." She rolled her eyes.
"He just can't take a day off." Clark joked.
"Must be where you get it." Tyler poked him in the rib, reminding him of the call this morning. He hip bumped back with a chuckle.
"Those are my boys. Hard workers, daughter too. My children seemed to have inherited their fathers work ethic." Janet continued leading them through the gorgeous house. "They got my bone structure though, my eyes too."
"I noticed." Tyler agreed.
"We don't know how Clark ended up so tall, however. Thought there was a mix up at the hospital for years. He didn't look like either side of the family. His father is only six foot, my father was a short and stout man. It was quite the conundrum." The three reached a door, Janet opened it and inside were several men laughing and holding glasses of liquor. "Abraham, would you mind." She motioned to one of them. An older, balding man chuckled deeply as he turned to his wife.
"Ah, you'll have to excuse me gentlemen. My son and his boyfriend have arrived. I've been looking forward to meeting him. Clark won't shut up about him." The man placed his glass down on a desk and started walking toward them. he was wearing a black sweater and khakis.
"I don't talk about you
that
much." Clark said to Tyler.
"I assure you Tyler, he does." Janet rolled her eyes at her son.
"Tyler!" Abraham boomed with a wide smile. "Nice to meet you!" He pulled him into a strong hug. He was handsome, and his body was older, but Tyler could tell he was at one point just as muscular as his son. He had the body and hands of a man who had spent his early years working. A hard-earned body, Tyler respected him.
Tyler took the sight of Abraham in, thinking to himself:
This is what Clark will look like in thirty years.
Tyler hadn't thought of the future with Clark with any real weight until the last week or so. Now he was being shown it. Tyler could see himself and Clark greeting their children's future partner in a similar way. Clark laughing with his business associates, Tyler helping the staff cook the dinner. Or vice versa. He looked up at Clark and took him in.
I truly
do
love him.
He thought.
"Tyler? Did you hear me?" Janet asked him, pulling him from his visions of the future.
"Sorry, Mrs. Price. I was just thinking. I'm a little nervous you see." Tyler apologized for ignoring her.
"Oh, please call me Janet." She waved him off. "And I was just asking what it was you did again?"
"I, um, am a shift manager at
Jacks Steakhouse
." Tyler told them.
"Oh, on South Lamar? We love that place. Took Clark there for his birthday earlier this year." Abraham said.
"Yes, that's actually where we met." Tyler laughed. "I also do stand up. I just signed with Miezel Management." Clark squeezed Tylers side and smiled down at him. He stood relaxed next to him, his hand in his pocket.
"Oh, we built Jasons summer home a few years back. What a small world." Janet said.
"Yeah," Tyler said, an odd feeling buzzed in the back of his head. "small world indeed." Then for a second, Tyler felt something pulse inside him. It was gone in an instant, but he'd felt something.
"Are you okay son?" Abraham asked. Tyler must've let something show on his face.
"Uhm yeah. I think I'm just a little tired from the drive maybe." He lied.
"Maybe we should go lay down?" Clark offered.
"Maybe you should. I need to get back to the kitchen anyway." Janet smiled. "It was so lovely to meet you Tyler. We'll talk more once you get rested." She squeezed his shoulders in a light hug.
"Of course, it was great to meet you too." He replied.
"Take him up to one of the guest rooms Clark." Abraham offered as Janet walked back towards the kitchen.
"Oh, I just figured we'd share my room tonight." He insisted.
"Don't tell your mother." Abraham threw his hands up. "It was nice to meet you young man." He pulled Tyler into a hug and he felt the strange pulse again. Stronger this time, and just a moment longer. "My son is quite taken with you." Abraham informed Tyler as he pulled back from the hug.
"You raised a perfect gentleman." Tyler told him. "A good man."
"That was his mother." He chuckled and said his goodbyes as he rejoined the men in the other room.
"You okay babe? What's going on?" Clark asked.
"Don't know, just feeling something weird." Tyler told him.
"Well let me show you my room, you can lay down for a bit. Maybe that'll help."
"You just wanna get me into bed." Tyler said as they headed off down the hallway towards Clarks room.
"Maybe." Clark grinned wickedly. They reached a staircase. "Just up these." Tyler went up first.
"Oh!" He collapse in pleasure on the staircase. He knew what the pulse was now. It vibrated strongly, sending pleasure threw every nerve in his body. His pussy throbbed, prostate nearly exploded. "Clark what the fuck!" He whispered through gritted teeth.
"What?" Clark now revealed his phone, where he was controlling the vibrator through an app. "What's wrong babe?"
"Oh you fucking asshole." Tyler moaned, trying to sound angry but couldn't. When Clark released the button Tyler stood up. He turned on Clark looking down at him from his step ahead of him. "Clark, we could've been cau-" He was cut off by another wave of vibration across his body.
"No, I wouldn't let you get caught. I only set the intensity to 1 and did a short burst." Clark climbed the stairs, now eye level with Tyler. "This time."
"We are taking it out. Now!"
"No," He hit a button and Tyler fell into Clark in pleasure. It felt so good. He almost didn't want to take it out. His cock twitched in response. Clark had not released the button. "we aren't." He held Tyler. "You'll leave it on through dinner like we discussed." He commanded.
"But Clark-" He tried to fight through the still pulsating toy in his ass, it was making it hard for him to make a sentence. "Clark, this is weird. We shouldn't do this." Tyler said as his head started to spin from the pleasure.
"I think it's hot." Clark helped Tyler up the steps. "Knowing that at any moment I could set you off from across the table, the room." They reached the top and Clark released the button. "We'll take it out if you really want to, but I'd really like to leave it in." Clark said seductively, kissing Tyler. He hit the button again, and this time the toy exploded. Going off so intensely Tyler nearly came in his pants.
"Oh my god!" Tyler nearly collapsed, but Clark held him. "Please, oh god, Clark. Stop." He begged. His legs shook, his knees turned to jelly.
"Hm? What was that?" Clark asked.
"Please, please daddy, stop." Tyler begged again, whispering. Clark released the button again. Tyler shook with the aftershock of pleasure. Clark then picked Tyler up, the toy still active. Tylers mouth started to water, his body grow hot with ecstasy. Tyler felt his nipples harden and he squeezed Clarks shoulders he now rested on.
"It's okay baby, you'll be fine in just a moment." Clark reached his bedroom door and kicked it open lightly. Locking it behind them. He turned the toy off for a moment and laid Tyler on the bed. Tylers head was still spinning from the vibrations. He couldn't focus, couldn't take in his surroundings.
"Clark..." Tyler moaned quietly not knowing what he wanted to say next.
"Shh..." Clark turned Tyler over onto his stomach and pulled his arms back. "Just let me take care of you."
"What are..." Clark hit the button again, shutting Tyler up. He writhed, trying to move his arms, but Clark had him pinned. Clark fumbled with this belt, taking it off and wrapping it around Tylers wrist. Now bound, Clark flipped him over. "Clark, I-" Clark shot electricity through him as the toy massaged his prostate intensely.
Clark started pulling Tylers pants down. "Oh yeah baby, I knew you liked it." He said at the sight of Tyler's cock springing from his pants. It was leaking precum, his underwear nearly soaked with the liquid. Clark turned up the intensity.
