The Village

Seth’s Perspective

After the nooner in our new home we headed over to BroMax in Old Blue. I needed to change my clothes and get something to eat, and Zach wanted to bring more stuff over. Petunia was out in the yard playing with Zoey when we came up the drive and the two of them came running over to the truck to greet us. The happy canine duo followed us into the kitchen while I pulled together a quick lunch “accidentally” dropping a couple of slices of ham on the floor for the two of them as I did. Zach and I sat at the table and ate our ham sandwiches while we went through our plan for emptying the house by Friday so we’d be ready to do actual work when his parents arrived. It was a lofty goal but doable especially considering how much progress Zach had made on his own.

After lunch, I changed my clothes and the two of us went into the candle barn to greet all the guys before heading back to the house. Ricky’s voice boomed across the barn, “CONGRATULATIONS HOMEOWNERS!”  The other guys cheered, whooped, and clapped. Brody looked down from his office, then yelled for us to come up. Max followed as we went up to his office to talk.

“We’re gonna pack our overnight bags and stay at OUR house tonight” Zach said.

“I thought y’all were stayin’ here until your place was done” Brody said. He seemed disappointed that we were leaving.

“If it’s okay with y’all, we’ll go to go between the two places.” Zach said… and yes, he said ‘y’all’. “We want to spend our first night in the new place, but we’ll probably need to come back. The kitchen will be ripped apart soon, we’re going to attack the bathrooms, and the fumes from all the painting and staining will probably kill us.”

“Fine by us. You’ve got the key and you’re welcome here anytime” Max said, then asked, “Where are your parents staying?”

“They got a hotel for the weekend, but my mom’s playing it by ear after that” Zach answered.

“All y’all are welcome to stay here” Brody offered. Zach’s mom would probably love that! We all agreed to just see how things progressed, but it was made clear that we had a home at BroMax Farm. We were lucky to have such great friends and frankly we both loved staying there. After touching base with the guys, Zach and I loaded some more boxes and tools from the garage into the truck then jumped in and headed back home. This time Petunia joined us; she was happy as hell to explore her new world while we worked. And work we DID! We worked our asses off that afternoon and made great progress. There was so much stuff in that house! Some we were keeping, some we were donating to The Village, and some we were throwing right into the dumpster.

Max texted us about 5:30 to ask if we were coming back to BroMax for Dinner. Hell, we had completely lost track of time. I let him know that we hadn’t even thought about it and he texted ‘We’ll bring dinner to you, keep working!’ Brody and Max understood where we were at in life and knew how to help. FEED US! It was almost 7PM when Brody’s Gladiator crunched up the gravel drive and parked in front of the open garage door.

Zoey jumped out of the Jeep first and was greeted by Petunia, they were only apart a few hours but you would’ve sworn they hadn’t seen each other in years the way they carried on. Their world had just expanded by five acres and they were off to explore. The dawgs were long gone when Brody and Max emerged from the truck (I say “dawgs” because Brody dubbed Petunia an official country dawg a few days earlier when we had to hose her down because she rolled in some unidentified dead critter). Max had several bags of Chinese food, and Brody went to the gate of the little truck and pulled out a big cooler packed with drinks. “Dayum, y’all have been workin’ your asses off” Brody declared as he carried the cooler into the garage and looked around at everything we’d dragged out. “Shit, you need to fix this door” he said as he looked up at the old garage door with one section hanging off its track. He went back to the truck to grab his tools, and I led Max to the kitchen with the food and drinks while he and Zach worked on the door.

“You guys really moved a lot of shit out today” Max said as he nosed around the old house.

“Yeah, we’re on a mission” I responded.  “We want to get everything outta here before Kelly and Nathan get here on Friday so we can put them to work.”

“Smart, use. ‘em while they’re here” Max laughed. We set up dinner on the counter and discussed what we wanted to get done over the next few days. Max pulled out paper plates, plastic forks, and napkins while I wiped down the Old Lady Jones old kitchen table. Zach and Brody came inside with the dawgs about fifteen minutes after they got there.

“The garage door is fixed” Zach said with a smile.

“All ya needed was the right tool. I’ll leave my toolbox here for y’all” Brody offered. “Dylan has a sander if y’all need it for the kitchen cabinets… hail, he’s got everything.”

“I’ll make a list the give him a call” Zach responded as he washed his hands in the kitchen sink, then the four of us filled our plates and sat down at the old table for the first meal in our home. Max and Brody were the perfect first guests, getting us all excited about our new home. They pointed out all good things about the place, and kind of just ignored all the work ahead. They made us feel great about our decision to buy the old money pit. Brody wanted us to paint the outside several colors, like a painted lady (like BroMax Farm). He was also in the process of trying to talk Harris and Terrance into adding a few trim colors to theirs across the street from ours. On top of that he was trying to get us all to commit to major Christmas lights.  “Dayum, this road would be awesome if we all did it” Brody said as he munched on an eggroll. I had to laugh because quiet, loner, Brody was more excited than anyone that we were moving in across the street; he was trying to turn our old, forgotten country road into a community.

After our well-earned dinner break, Brody and Max jumped right in to help us. Max and I continued to clear stuff out of the house while Brody helped Zach fix a bunch of little stuff like tightening up door hinges, turning up the water pressure in the master shower, and getting the toilet in the guest bath to stop running. Our best friends stayed until about 10PM and were a huge help. Zach and I kept working until about 1AM. We emptied everything out of the kitchen and bathroom cabinets, and the two spare bedrooms. Since we were leaving the master intact for now, we just had the dining and living room left to do before we hit the old barn, the basement, and attic. We went to bed in OUR OWN HOME exhausted. We tried to snuggle but Petunia claimed the spot between us.

We were up by 5:30AM and realized we didn’t have a coffeemaker there… I’m sorry, but we don’t function in the morning without coffee. The three of us jumped into Old Blue and headed to BroMax to caffeinate ourselves and find our coffeemaker in the myriad of boxes we had stacked in their garage. Zach went into the garage with Zoey at his heels, and I entered the house through the kitchen door (I had a key but it was unlocked). I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Max on his knees with his head bobbing up and down and his red locks in disarray as he gave Brody a morning blow job. They were reclaiming their home now that their houseguests had left. Brody’s boxers were at his ankles and his head was thrown back in ecstasy as he leaned against the kitchen counter; neither heard me come in. I slowly, quietly backed out the kitchen door then ran to the garage to join Zach.

I was laughing and panting from my run when I finally reached my husband, “oh my god, I just walked in on Max blowing Brody!”

Zach got a huge smile on his face and laughed, “Seriously?! What did they say?!” We were both amused, after all the years we lived together in college and all the times we had visited, this wasn’t really the first time we’d walked in on them (or vice versa).

“They had no clue I was there so I snuck out.” I helped Zach go through the boxes to find the coffeemaker, then we loaded it, along with a few more boxes with towels, etc. Into Old Blue before we very loudly reentered the house through the front door. “HEY Y’ALL!” Zach shouted. “WE’RE HERE! GOOD MORNING!” He was being extremely loud to give them time to get decent.

“Um… you’re here early” Max stuttered as he wiped the evidence of the morning BJ off his lips.

When we got to the kitchen I said with a devilish smirk, “We needed coffee.”

Brody turned towards the counter and reached into the cabinets looking for travel mugs for us and hiding his morning wood and the tell-tale wet spot on the front of his boxers.

“You’re UP early” Zach said with a chortle emphasizing the word “up.”

“We got a lot to do today” Max answered.

“That SUCKS” I responded.

Then Zach added, “yup, it really BLOWS. HARD day ahead?” Then for good measure he looked Max in the eye and asked with a mischievous grin, “got any creamer.” That was it, the two of us started cracking up at our own jokes. Brody and Max looked at each other with a look of combined confusion and embarrassment as they wondered if we knew what had just transpired. Zach answered the unasked question, “Seth walked in on you two earlier.”

Max turned bright, bright, bright red as gingers tend to do, and Brody’s eyes went wide as he looked at Max then said “hope y’all enjoyed the show” then sipped his coffee with a smirk. “Oh, and I’m gonna need that key back” he joked. Our friends were embarrassed, but we all laughed it off. Like I said… it wasn’t a first. We had coffee together and Max filled a Ziplock bag with coffee and gave me a couple of filters to last us until I could get to the grocery store. Brody and Max said goodbye and went upstairs to get ready for the day ahead, and we headed back HOME.

As we drove Old Blue down the country road, Zach said, “We’re gonna need a truck.” I agreed. “After we have a couple of house payments under our belts, maybe we can trade in The Green Dragon for a pick-up.”

“I don’t want to drive a pick-up to work” I said almost whining.

“Then you take the GTI and I’ll drive the pick-up” Zach answered and then we talked about all the shit we had to buy, our limited budget, our debt, all that grown-up stuff. When we pulled into the driveway the house seemed less daunting than it did the day before, like we had a plan, a better grasp of how to attack all the work and make it a home. We unloaded the boxes from the truck, put on a pot of coffee, then headed upstairs to get ready for another day of sifting through Old Lady Jones’ shit.

Zach went into the bathroom and I made the bed in the only room of the old house that felt livable. Petunia found a good spot in the sun and fell asleep on the bedroom floor. When I finished making the bed, Zach called my name from the bathroom. The little, outdated room was filled with steam and I could hardly make out Zach’s figure in the shower as I approached. When I could finally see through the heavy steam, there he was… standing in the tub with the curtain pulled back and a full-on erection. His cock was crimson red from the combination of blood circulating and hot water; the big head was the color of an eggplant. “I have a housewarming gift for you” He said with a lusty smirk as he stood there sporting his massive hard on. He was up and ready for action.

I shed my briefs and T shirt and stepped under the hot shower… and I mean hot! “OW!” I yelped.

Zach instantly turned the water temp down, “I’m sorry, I just felt so gross from cleaning this place out.” He rubbed shower gel on my hot body to help cool me down. It worked. His lips met mine and his hands found my firm, overworked ass and he squeezed. There was something about his touch, no matter when or where he touched me it just felt right. Always. I put my arms around him and my hand started to massage his perfect ass globes as my fingers explored his soapy trench. “Fffffffffuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk” he said with an extended exhale. I couldn’t resist and was about to insert a finger into his tight, rarely used hole, but he beat me to it.

His finger slipped effortlessly into my tight hole and went right for my prostate; he knew exactly where to find it. Now it was my turn to exhale a guttural “fffffffffuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk” as I melted under the pleasure and my member got as rigid as an ironing board. We kissed passionately as we explored. It feels weird to say we explored each other because we had been together so long that you would think we had discovered everything about each other, yet every time we were together it felt new and exciting. Since we had moved to North Carolina we both seemed to be constantly horny… our sex life had never been crazier. We always used to get horny when we would visit BroMax on vacations and we blamed it on the country air. I think this time it was the combination of that, the stress of our new life, and just the fact that we turn each other on… whatever the hell it was, damn! Zach hit the spot again and got another “fffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk.” I squeezed my hole around his finger.

“Oh my god you’re so tight” he whispered as he started moving his soapy finger in and out finger fucking me, and it felt amazing. He added a second finger to my soapy hole then pulled away from our kiss and I instinctively turned around and braced myself against the old, wet tile wall. The water was hitting my ass and washing the soap down my crack. Zach knelt in the old tub that he had scrubbed clean the day before and pulled my cheeks apart. His tongue felt so good as it lapped my pink pucker making me whimper as I continued to brace myself against the wall. He reached between my legs and pulled my hard veiny cock back through my legs and stroked it as he continued to bathe my hole with his tongue. My cockhead was pointing towards the floor when he licked it, then moved his way up along the underside of my shaft, to my balls then all the way up my crack. He moved back down my crack just a little until he found my hole. That man knew how to turn me the fuck on! I continued to hold myself against the wall with one hand while I reached back and pulled his face into my ass with the other. He was moaning, groaning, and slurping as he ate me out with rigor… I was whimpering like a kicked puppy.

“Fuck me” I begged involuntarily. I just wanted him in me. No. I needed him in me.

I could feel Zach’s brilliant smile of satisfaction against my ass crack, he pulled his tongue out of my hole and asked quietly, “Do you want my cock?”

“Yes” I pleaded “Yes. I want your cock inside me so fucking bad.” He smacked both my cheeks then went back to eating my hole for another minute or so. “Fuck me, Zach. Please” I begged in a whimper. I was desperate for him to fill me. He was loving the fact that he had me begging and kept gnawing away at my hole. Finally, fucking finally! He stood up, grabbed some shower gel, and soaped up my hole. Then he stroked his meaty tool with his soapy hand and lined it up with my yearning hole.

I could feel the bluntness of his manhood asking for entry, his lips were touching my ear as he asked in a deep, husky, lust-filled voice “is this what you want?” I whimpered an “mmhhmm.” He shoved his tongue in my ear then in the same voice said, “beg for it.”

That hot fucker had me so worked up and was making me beg for more. My willing ass was pushing back against his hot, hard, cock “fuck me, Zach” I pleaded in desperation.

“What’s the magic word?” His deep voice whispered in my ear.

Damn that hot soccer jock, he was teasing the hell out of me and loving it! I reached back, grabbed his rod, then thrusted my ass back forcing myself onto it as I loudly commanded, “Please. Fuck. Me. NOW!” The word “now” was about 10 octaves deeper than the other words as his long, perfect cock filled my passage. In one thrust of my ass, he was balls deep in me and my eyes were rolled into the back of my head. “YES! FUCK YES” I wailed in ecstasy as I fucked myself on him. I could hear a snicker of satisfaction leave his lips and enter my ear as he planted his hands on my hips and took control. He moved in and out of me; the first few strokes we slow but his thrusts quickly got faster and more powerful until we were in a full on shower fuck. I was on my tiptoes trying not to slip as he slammed in and out of me. He moved his right hand from my hip to my cock and stroked my soapy member. “Fuck me!” I shouted over and over as Zach obeyed my order. I could feel his cock in my gut when he hit bottom, I was so full and my balls were begging to be emptied. “I’m gonna fucking cum” I yelled in a whimper.

“Cum for me, baby” He said into my ear and punctuated it with another thrust of his tongue. “Cum for me, Seth” he repeated as he thrust into me harder and faster. Then he let out a moan of pleasure mixed with a grunt of satisfaction as he unloaded his seed deep inside me and I simultaneously shot stream after stream onto the old tile in front of me. Still impaled on Zach’s hard spike, my body went limp. His strong arms held me as he panted in rhythm with his quickened heartbeat. “Oh, my fucking god that was intense” he said into my ear.

I turned my face to the side and our lips met in a kiss of lust-filled appreciation for each other. “That was so amazing” I said into the kiss. “Just stay in me a while” I whispered. It felt so damn good. We stood like that for a minute or two, draining the water tank of every drop of warmth. I turned off the shower and Zach pulled his now softening cock out of me slowly… I hated to let it go. We reached for the towel he had set out for himself and dried me off. There was cum leaking out of my hole and onto my leg but we were out of cold water so he just wiped it off. When I was dry, I stepped out and grabbed another towel out of the box Zach had set down on the bathroom floor before he jumped in the shower, and handed it to him. He stepped out of the tub and we both finished drying off, then ended with a kiss. “God, I love you Mr. Hall” I said.

“And I love you, Mr. Hall” He repeated back. “Now let’s shovel more shit outta this money pit and make it our home” he laughed. We got dressed in the same dirty clothes from the day before and went back to work sifting and sorting through everything. We made quick work of the living room and dining room and by 10AM everything in the main living areas of the house had been accounted for. Now off to the old barn. We wanted to get it cleared out so we had a space to strip and refinish the doors from the kitchen cabinets.

Zach slid the big old barndoor open and we both just stood there looking at the wall-to-wall junk. There was so much stuff in there it was overwhelming. We both let out a heavy sigh as we headed to a corner of the barn and went to work. Petunia was sniffing everything in there as we did. We worked our asses off that day but found some great stuff. Several sawhorses that we could use for working on the kitchen cabinets, an old toolbox with a lot of old but useful tools, and so many yard tools; rakes, hoes, shovels, you name it! There was really a lot of stuff we could use in there. When we had about half the barn completely cleared out, we set up the sawhorses and made a little work area for the kitchen cabinets and whatever else came up. The day went by fast and we had lost track of time again. We heard gravel crunching up the driveway, I checked my Apple Watch and it was after 6PM. We came out of the barn and saw Ricky’s old Chevy pulling up to us.

“So, this is the new homestead” Ricky said as he emerged in his red T-shirt and ball cap. He still delivered for his dad’s pizza place a couple nights a week to help out the family. He got out of the old car, opened the back door, and pulled out a couple of pizzas. “Max and Brody ordered these for you” he said just as we saw the Red Hot Camaro coming up the drive towards us with the top down. They parked by the barn and Petunia came running in from behind the barn as Zoey jumped out of the back of the car and the two took off.

“We figgered y’all didn’t eat today” Brody said as he opened the passenger door. He was right. We had been working so hard that we didn’t eat a damn thing all day. Max paid Ricky and grabbed the pizzas. Ricky took a quick look around then headed off to his next delivery.

“I’ll set up in the kitchen” Max said as he took the two pizza boxes into the old house.

“Dylan dropped off his sander and some other stuff for you guys at our place earlier” Brody said as he popped the trunk and Zach helped him unload the tools. Before we ate, we showed the guys our progress in the barn and all our found treasures.

“Holy fuck! You guys got that place completely emptied out!” Max said in awe as he came out of the house.

“Yup” Zach said as he wiped his brow with his forearm. “When my parents get here tomorrow, we can go right to work. We’re gonna rip out all the carpet and pull the nails, staples, and tackboard off the floors, then we’ll take all the hardware and fronts off the cabinets and start sanding them down” he added.

“We also need to pull up the linoleum in the kitchen and see what’s under there. Bubba thinks it’s heart of pine and he’s got a guy that can sand and refinish them for cheap. I hope we can salvage them; it’ll save us a couple thousand bucks” I said as if I knew what the hell I was talking about.

“C’mon, let’s eat” Max said rallying us into the kitchen.

While we sat and talked at the old table I scrolled through my emails. There was one from a national LGBTQIA organization that offered grants to NFP’s like ours for staffing. I had applied for a grant to cover the salary and benefits of our case worker. It was going to be a struggle for us to afford them. “Holy fuck we got it!” I yelled.

“Got what?” Zach asked.

“The grant I applied for” I almost screamed. I was so excited. Grant writing was new for me and I couldn’t believe we got it.

“Which one, staffing or upgrades?” Max asked. I applied for another grant that would allow us to upgrade the furnishings in the office and the apartments… that would be a nice cherry on top, but I didn’t really care about that one.

“Staffing! They’ll cover the position 100% for two years, then we can reapply” I said reading through the email.

“FUCKING AWESOME!” Max yelled. “WE’RE LEGIT!” he was right, this grant acknowledged our hard work and would establish us as an organization that was relevant to the cause. It was a great win. I couldn’t help but stand up and scream, Max joined me, “YES! YES! YES! This is a big fucking deal… forward me the email.” I did and he sent it out to the entire board and congratulated me on the win. “This moves The Village to the next level, Seth. I could’ve never done something like this!”

“I’m going to take part of the budget we had put aside and use it for a security system. I want surveillance cameras outside the building and on the first and second floors now that the church is nosing around” I said, not asking permission. I was still new at my Job, and Max was ultimately accountable so I typically let him weigh-in on everything… this was the first time I was spending money without asking.

Max smiled at me knowingly, our dynamic was evolving… again. In college I was the leader of the group, when it came to The Village Max was in charge and ultimately accountable, now I was slowly taking the helm again. “Your call. You know the budget best.” The Baton had just been subtly passed.

That night the four of us sat on Old Lady Jones’ old couch in OUR living room and the reality hit me. We were putting down roots and I loved it.

 

To be continued…