A Gay Epic centred between reality and the world of make-believe, this twisted tale of love and betrayal sees the small town of Sale fall victim to a new darkness and evil. A strange new inhabitant has this village perplexed as his arrival co-inside...
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As the news of Matty Taylors' disappearance spread, Sale was rocked with uncomfortable tension and fear. Doors that normally stayed unlocked, were now locked. There was a certain dread circulating among the residents, and Sale had been a happy, sleepy town until now, free of trouble and scandal.
Nate Hult had never been one to waste time, nor one to hold his temper and frustrations. His husband's disappearance had not yet shaken him that much emotionally, though he was lonely without his husband Matty Taylor, he was more inconvenienced, and had his nose out of joint about the whole matter.
He had seen how the other guys now looked at him with accusing eyes. Thanks to Kinky Divine, his meddling mother-in-law, and the town gossip. Everybody now knew that he and Matty had been having domestic issues. Also, Hult N' Taylor Logging had been paid by Matty from money left to him by his biological mother. Nate figured it was Kinky who started the rumor that Nate had Killed Matty so he could take full control of the company and of course its profits. Indeed, he was a cold man though it was yet to be proven that he was capable of murder.
Nate did not care about what the others thought anyway. His only regret was the manner of his rage, and the last fight he had, had with Matty minutes before he took off in his yellow F-100. If he had not been so angry then Matty may still be here, and this headache would be gone. He was furious about it all! He was also a little confused, nobody, police, Kinky, or otherwise, had called to see how he was coping with the disappearance of his lover, this triggered his anger some more.
It had been seven days now and he felt it was already time to start moving on again with his life. He had never seen eye-to-eye with Kinky. As far as Sale went, He owned more property and employed far more of the residence than she did. He thought to himself again for a moment before considering if Mrs. Divine had disappeared with Matty, life would be perfect, and he would control the town. This idea already made him feel stronger and better, the perfect catch. Fuck you, Matty!
It had only been minutes since he had woken, and he was already in another state of rage and aggression. His testosterone levels had climbed with the rising sun. He had not ejaculated in more than a week and as a result, found himself with a throbbing erection.
From the top of his lungs, he screamed again,"Fuck you Matty!", his voice was deep. He then threw the blankets off himself and marched from his and Matty's queen-sized bed straight into a cold shower. He thought the cold water would cool his sexual desire to receive a blowjob. It was what he was used to. Matty gave him head every morning before they went to work. Now that he was gone, he decided he was going to have to find another guy to do the job!
He looked down at his, six-inch-long, uncut penis and smiled before he gave it a little tug before stopping. Nate was far too arrogant to masturbate.
Later in the day, he made his way into the logging yard, busy with big rigs coming and going. Some to make deliveries, some to be reloaded with freshly fallen logs. There was a mountain of paperwork waiting for him, but currently, he did not care. He was more interested in getting off, and the fresh erection growing inside his black jeans. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair and retrieved his smartphone, and then scrolling through his contacts, Nate smiled as he picked a number to call.
As the number he dialed rang, he rubbed his hardon again. He was seated behind his large wooden desk, so Nate's actions were hidden from anyone passing by his office as the door was open. This though was just a coincidence as Nate was a sexually bold character and loved public acts of an explicit nature.
The number answered rather quickly. On the other end of the line was Kyle Johns, Nate's newest, and very sexy employee. Kyle smiled as he answered his phone.
"I need you to come into my office. I have a special job for you." Nate smiled too and did his best to sound friendly.
"Sure Boss. I have just pulled into the yard." A moment later Nate heard the hydraulic brakes of Kyle's rig hiss as it came to a stop. He had just returned from a delivery to the Hult N' Taylor wood yard in Canberra.
When Kyle finally walked into his boss's office what he was presented with made him gasp. Nate had moved his chair further backward and had removed his red flannelette shirt. His jeans were now around his ankles. He had his fat cock on full display. He smiled at Kyle before folding his arms back behind his head.
"Close The Door," Nate instructed. The young, blond, blue-eyed, handsome man did as he was instructed before turning back to take in what he thought was a beautiful thing to see.
Kyle salivated as he staired at Nate's dripping cock. He was oozing pre-cum, a favorite of Kyles. Before he had a chance to ask what the special job was, his boss spoke first.
"This is your special job." He moved his right arm and shook his dick a few times, to tempt Kyle further. There was no need though as he had already happily committed to give his boss this 'special' job.
He walked over to where Nate was sitting, and got down onto his knees, positioning himself between his bosses, dominant legs.
As soon as the head of Nate's cock slipped between Kyle's lips, Nate tangled his hand in Kyle's hair and pushes his head down until Kyle's nose was nestled into his thick, almost black, pubic hair
At the time Nate felt no guilt for his betrayal of Matty. If Matty wanted him he would not have taken off. In his Mind, this was simply moving on with life. Whether Matty was dead or alive was irrelevant. He also felt on a level that Matty had betrayed him too.
As the sun began to set Nate pulled up to his cabin. He felt odd, strange even. At first, he thought he may be ill, but the feeling he determined was emotional. Nate hated emotion! As he walked up the garden path, avenued by different Japanese Maple hybrids and tree ferns, he stopped, turned, and looked towards the wild bushland. For just a moment he thought he could hear laughing and music carrying on the wind. Confused, he went inside and lit a smoke. He began to feel gritty, almost dirty on the inside. He left his smoke burning in a full ashtray of butts and quickly returned to his bathroom, stripped naked, and stepped under the running water. Nate grabbed his body wash, lathered up, and washed his body quickly. Then what he was feeling hit him like a freight train.
Nate's chin began to quiver as he slumped down to the floor of the shower and began to ball. What had he done? He thought to himself. He never meant to hurt Matty and wished he could come home. As he continued to process the situation his sadness and rage grew. He shattered the glass door of the shower with his huge fist, cutting his hand and knuckles, before screaming a loud again, "Fuck you, Matty!" ...
