The Village

Brody’s Perspective

Friday night Pizza night was startin’ to wrap up and everybody was loadin’ their kids up to head home. Eli and Riley took off early to hit a club, while the rest of us old people with kids stood around talkin’ while the all packed up their kids.

“So, what are we going to do to celebrate the three adoptions?” Gina asked. “This is a big deal you guys, we have to do something.”

“I thought about maybe a small dinner out or something after court” Seth said.

“What about a big family party here?” Max suggested.

“Hey Dylan” I asked. “Do you remember that road trip we took to Disney World with momma and Daddy before Patty James went nuts?” (Patty James was my momma). Dylan nodded with a smile. My mother, Patty James, was a manipulative nut bag, but when we were young and her n’ Daddy were still together, she was a shitload of fun.

Dylan laughed, “That stop at Pedro’s South Of The Border, readin’ all the Jesus billboards, playin’ the license plate game…”

“That was the car ride, what about Disney Land?” Gina asked.

“Well, yeah, that too” Dylan responded to his wife.

“But Dylan’s right. That road trip was so much fun with just us, Momma and Daddy in the car together for almost ten hours” I said. That was one of the few times we felt like a family. “We should totally do that!” I said excitedly as I remembered one of the few happy memorize from my childhood. “We got that damn minivan, let’s caravan to Disney World and make some family memories.”

“Hell yeah, I’m in” Zach said excitedly then lowered his voice. “Shit, the little princess meets Disney princesses… all hell is gonna break out” he laughed.

“Maggie too” Dylan added with a chuckle as we all pictured the two village diva’s giving the Disney Princesses competition.

Seth chimed in, “We could leave the morning after our court date. Freddy and Theo will still have almost two weeks before school starts.”  We all spoke quietly so the kids didn’t hear.

“Hell NO!” Gina said. “I’m all for Disney World, but I’m not road tripping with a four month old and a two and a half year old, stuck in a car for what, like 10 hours. No. If we go, we’re flying.”

“Well, if you guys fly, the rest of us could all fit in our car” Max said.

“Not car, minivan” Zach corrected.

“Yeah, y’all mock us, but that damn thing is awesome and y’all know it” I said defending our new family vehicle. We talked a little more and decided to investigate the trip. Gina was going to check on hotels packages, and flights for their family. We decided not to say anything to the kids until it was official… or maybe even until we got in the car to go. Dylan and Gina finished packing up the kids and drove off for home while the rest of us talked some more. I was gettin’ excited about it. 

We kept talkin’ while Zach n’ Seth were bucklin’ Izzy in her car seat. She was such a cute lil’ shit. She charmed everyone she saw and had Seth and Zach both wrapped around her tiny finger… especially Zach. That big, hot, confident, all-American, blonde jock would kill for that three foot, one inch, twenty eight pound princess. Max n’ I were standing by their SUV talkin’ with ‘em as they got ready to go when Theo and Freddy came running up to us “Dad, Dad, can Freddy sleep over?!” Theo yelled; he was all excited. He started callin’ both me and Max “Dad” ever since the adoption was final… all on his own (and dayum I loved hearin’ him call me that). The four adults looked at each other mullin’ over their request, the boys had become best friends, but that was the first time they ever brought up sleeping over.

“Why don’t you guys go play a minute and let the grown-ups talk it over” Seth said.  The kids ran off screaming “YAY!” As soon as they were gone Seth said, “Freddy doesn’t have an overnight bag, but I’m good if Theo comes and stays with us.” Zach agreed with him, then me n’ Max exchange looks.

“I’m good if you are” Max said to me.

“Hell, a night with just the two of us… I’m game” I said. “You sure y’all are up for a night of our little bundle of chaos?” I asked our friends.

“He’s no problem” Zach chimed in.

“He and Freddy entertain themselves when their together… hell the kid gives us a break. I’m totally fine if he stays over” Seth said.

Zach reiterated the sentiment, “Let’s do it! We’re just across the street if he gets homesick.”

“Sounds like a plan” Maxwell said shooting me a mischievous grin, then added, “We’ll have the place to ourselves, you can pay me back.” Seth and Zach missed his drift, but I caught it and shot him a grin back.

“THEO AND FREDDY, COME HERE!” Seth yelled through the quiet countryside and the boys came a’ runnin’. Seth looked at the guys and asked “How about if Theo packs a bag and stays with us tonight? You can stay here some other time.”

The two little guys looked at each other with huge smiles and shouted out a collective “Yeah, cool!!!!” then Maxwell took Theo upstairs to pack a bag. When they came back down, we loaded the kids into Seth’s Atlas, and boom… it was just the two of us again, alone for the night. This group-parenting rhythm we had gotten into was payin’ off. We loved the hail outta Theo (and the rest of them munchkins), but the occasional alone time was freakin’ gold! Maxwell headed upstairs while I cleaned up from our pizza party, not that there was much to clean up, our friends were all parents now and were used to pickin’ up after themselves. After about fifteen minutes of throwin’ away trash, and fulffin’ the throw pilla’s, I headed upstairs. I could smell the leather BroMax candle burnin’ as soon as I got to the top of the steps. I made my way down the hallway, past Theo’s empty room and opened the door to our bedroom. Um… DAY-UM! Maxwell was layin’ on the covers in the leather jockstrap he bought a while ago to surprise me one Valentines Day, he had a leather candle lit and there was a little bit of moonlight seepin’ through the blinds. Gotdamn, he look sexy as hell. His red hair and perfectly trimmed red beard, those damn orange pubes peakin’ outta the leather jockstrap. Other than that, and two orange tufts of armpit hair, his body was smooth as a babies ass. “Dayum, you look hot, what’s all this?” I asked knowin’ damn well what he had on his mind.

“Time to pay the piper” he said with an evil grin. Maxwell was as sweet and wholesome as homemade apple pie, but I knew that boy had the devil in him the second we met. That’s one of the main things that attracted me to him, there was this mischievous innocence about him that gave me an instant hardon. My jeans were tight as hail as I walked towards the bed. We kissed for a bit, then I went to work. Listen, there aint nobody in the world who puts on a leather jock and lights a leather candle who’s expectin’ to make tender love. He wanted to fuck. I moved down and licked his perfect nipples, then bit one of them. He winced, and pushed my head down hard… he was lovin’ it. When he let me up for air I moved to the other nipple and bit that one, he smashed my face against his hard pec again. When I met Maxwell, he was a scrawny, nerdy little ginger. Over the years he had bulked up and become a red hot daddy with an innocent looking face under his perfectly trimmed red beard. While my mouth gave his nipples the rough treatment, my hand massaged his cock and ready-to-burst balls through the soft leather jock. I licked my way down his torso and over his abs. When I got to the tuft of orange stickin’ out the top, I couldn’t help but notice that his throbbing, purple cockhead had broken from its leather confines and was peeking out. I stuck my tongue out and licked it, I could taste his precum. Max moaned and kicked his legs a little in response. I wanted to pull the jock off him but it looked so damn sexy that I decided to leave it. I licked around it, down his inner thighs then back to his abs. I had worked my way through college as a masseuse and the instincts just came back, but this time I navigated over his body with my tongue instead of my hands.

“Roll over” I whispered. Maxwell shot me a grin and did as I asked. I ran to the dresser to grab a bottle of massage oil I’d had forever; and lost my clothes in the process. I yanked off my T-shirt as soon as I jumped off the bed. Stepped off my shoes and socks on the way to the dresser. Shed my jeans after I grabbed the oil from the drawer. And finally dropped my underwear right before I jumped back onto the bed. I was on my knees between his legs with his whiter than white ass starin’ me in the eye. I gave it a hard smack then bit that firm thang makin’ Max yelp. “Ya’ can scream all y’all want, aint nobody gonna hear it” I said with a laugh before I sat my nekkid ass on his thighs, rubbed some oil between my hands to warm it then started working on his back. My boner was rubbin’ up and down his crack as I worked his muscular back gettin’ out the kinks. After spending some time on his back, it was obvious he was gettin’ too comfortable and startin’ ta fall asleep… hail no! He started this and he was gonna finish it. I smacked his ass hard again, “lose that sexy jockstrap before I get oil all over it.” That woke his hot ass up. I lifted myself up a bit so he could lift his firm ass and wiggle outta his leather confines. He kicked the strap to the floor and I sat back down on his thighs and went back to work, his ass was my focus now. I oiled it up as I rubbed, every once in a while, I’d part his ass cheeks and let his sweet, pink hole wink at me. Gotdammit he was hot as Ju-ly asphalt! I couldn’t resist, them little red hairs around his pink hole were pullin’ me in like a magnet so I pulled his ass cheeks apart with my oily hands, leaned in and started to eat his hole while. Max was moanin’ and writhin’ in pleasure underneath me, it felt so fuckin’ good to get Max hot n’ bothered. He’s the reason my life was so awesome.

After givin’ his ass a thorough lashin’ I knelt between his legs, pulled his ass up a bit, and pushed the head of my cock against his tight hole. I couldn’t help but groan when the head slipped into his hot ass. I pushed in slowly… well at least I tried to go slow, I swear I did, ya’ll. But Max reached back, grabbed my ass, and pulled me all the way in. “Fuck, Maxwell. Your ass is so gotdamn tight” I said with a groan while his ass muscled squeezed the hell outta me.

“Your cock is so fucking thick” he whimpered before commanding, “Fuck me hard!” I started fucking in n’ out steadily. “FUCK ME, BRODY!” He yelled, “FUCK THE CUM OUT OF MY BALLS YOU HOT LITTLE FUCK” he fuckin’ wailed before reachin’ back and smackin’ my ass with both hands, HARD! By then we were both kneelin’ an’ I was fuckin’ the shit outta my muscle ginger husband, my little body thrustin’ in and out of the stud like a jackhammer. “FUCK, FICK, FUCCCCK” he yelled. I could barely see over his shoulder, but I saw spurt after spurt of his built up cum squirt out of his red rocket without him even touching it. I swear his load shot three feet in the air, gotdamn! His sphincter clamped down tight on my thrustin’ love muscle and milked the cum right outta me… his taut ass swallowed every gotdamn drop. I kept fuckin’ him even after I emptied my balls. That was the second time I fucked Maxwell that day and I wasn’t stopping’ until my dick went soft. When it did, I collapsed on top of the muscle ginger… we were a sweaty, cum soaked mess as we tried to catch our breath.

Eventually we got up, took a shower, changed the sheets, and crawled into the clean bed. Little me was the big spoon to muscular MAx. Saturday morning, we woke up and had breakfast… just the two of us in a quiet house. About 9AM Zach showed up with Theo who couldn’t stop talkin’ about his big sleepover with Freddy. Right after that, Dylan came with the desk for Asher in the back of his pickup. Zach stuck around and helped me an’ Dylan set up Asher’s workspace. The rest of the weekend was family time. We mostly hung out at home with Theo, and ended the weekend cookin’ out at Seth and Zach’s.

Tuesday, Asher’s computer arrived and I got it all set up; I was ready for him. The good lord knows I had enough work to keep them busy for a while. Wednesday morning at about 8:45 I saw the green Beetle through my office window, it was making its way up the drive. I was expecting Asher to walk in, but he must’ve sat in the car a while gettin’ his courage up. It was a good ten minutes before I heard the guys in the candle barn shout in unison “ASSO!!!!!!” a few minutes later, at exactly 9AM, Asher walked up the steps and into my office red as a beet. The poor guy was embarrassed by all the attention, but he’d learn soon enough that the guys from The Village were an amazing bunch of guys who took care of their own… and he was one of them now. 

“Welcome Asher, I’m so glad you’re here” I said.

“Me too” he said quietly then asked, “Um what do I do?” I showed him his workspace, then showed him around the office. I took him downstairs to show him where the bathroom and kitchen were (the guys all yelled “ASSO” when we walked through the barn… it became a thing). We got our coffee, then I reintroduced him to the guys. They did their best to make him feel like part of the team, I told Ricky and Mason his was moving into Harrington house with them and they welcomed him to the neighborhood. They worked hard to get him talkin’, but he wasn’t ready to open up yet, he was polite but painfully quiet (I could relate). When we went back up to my office I got him started on some files… Dayum he was good. He knew how to build a clean, meticulous file, and what he didn’t know, he caught onto fast. I let him sit in on a couple of conference calls with the Phoenix office and was shocked when he actually spoke a couple of times… he was contributing on day one. I picked the right guy.

Seth’s Perspective

It was the mid-August and our adoption hearing was coming up in a few days. All the paperwork was in order, we passed all the home visits, background checks, etc. The last step was going before the judge. I left work a few minutes early to meet with Zach ad Dan at their offices for one last meeting before our court date. Dan told us that the court appearance was just a formality, and sometimes in cases like ours where we had fostered the kids for a while they would even skip the court appearance, it all depends on the judge. Well, our judge insisted on us appearing in court. Dan knew the judge and was blunt with us, “listen, I know this guy and he’s got a reputation. He's a rightwing Christian, conservative who sees himself as the local “family values” judge.” He said.

“So, by family values I’m guessing he’s talking about one man, one woman, and two nice little white children who all sit quietly in the first pew of church every Sunday” Zach said with a scoff making Dan nod in confirmation. The Papa Bear in Zach was coming out. “So, basically, let’s ignore the home visits, the recommendations of DSS, and the law be damned. This bigoted prick can just come in and shut down the adoption because HE doesn’t personally approve??!!” His voice got louder and I could see the anger in his eyes and hear it in his voice. As upset as I was by what Dan was telling us, I still couldn’t help but smile at my protective husband.

“Calm down, Zach” Dan said calmly. “The guy can grandstand all he wants, he may delay things, but we’ll fight it. The bottom line is that the law is on our side. Ms. Elkin will be in court with us, she’s been with the department for a long time and her opinion carries a lot of weight; she is most definitely on our side. I’ve also had the kids mother write a letter stating what she wants for her children, and she wants you. We have letters of opinion from Principal Ferris and Freddy’s teacher both raving about how much better he’s been doing in school since he moved in with you, and how emotionally well-adjusted he’s become. I’ve got a few other tricks up my sleeve if we need them, it’s just a hurdle. Guys like him have to say their piece and show you they have the power, but in the end, we will win this.”

“You promise?” Zach asked his coworker desperately.

“I know you haven’t been a lawyer all that long, Zach, but these guys are out there and you’ll run into them again. They have their own agenda and love to wield their power. We’ll let him say what he has to say, then we’ll fight it appropriately and we WILL win.”

“These kids need us, and we need them.” Zach said with a pleading sincerity in his voice. Dan nodded and smiled, he had seen us with the kids, he knew how much we all loved each other. He was on our side.

“I promise. The law is on our side.” Dan said trying to put us at ease. But we weren’t. We weren’t at ease in the least. We both knew that things had gone too goddamn easy up to this point and now we both feared some bigot could take it all away. We talked a little further with Dan before we left his office, then Zach walked me to the Atlas and we talked some more.

“Zach, this is such bullshit. Those are our kids and they’re freaking thriving with us, they need us! And we’re fucking great parents” I said as I talked to Zach through the open window from behind the wheel. “Dammit, Zach I don’t think I could bear losing them.”

“We’re not gonna lose them. We’ll get past all this shit. We’ll sue the goddamn state if we have to. I’m going to back to my office and call David for input and ask him to be on hold just in case we need him. You go pick up the kids and I’ll see you at home.” David was the uncle of a couple of guys The Village had helped almost a year ago, he was a prominent civil rights attorney and had brought Zach and his firm in on a couple of cases. We trusted him.

“That’s a good idea, let’s be prepred for a fight” I said before giving him a kiss goodbye then heading to pick up Izzy first, then Freddy from BroMax, then headed home for dinner. For the short ride home the three of us sang “That’s What I Like About You” and I looked at the smiling faces of the two cutest friggin’ kids in the entire world, and suddenly I was scared shitless.

I know Dan said that court was just a formality, but suddenly our happy ending didn’t feel like a sure thing anymore.

To be continued…