The Village

Author's note: July 18th marked my two year anniversary of posting on GayDemon. Little did I know when I posted Kevins bathhouse adventure that it would lead to 239 chapters (and counting) of great characters, adventures, tears, and orgasms. Thank you all for your encouragement and support. I love all your comments and emails!  And a huge thank you to @Bjorn for giving us a place to post, read, and share.

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Seth’s Perspective

With my first load out of the way I submitted completely to Zach. It had been almost two weeks since my last load, and the release was so satisfying, but I was far from spent. Zach had a plan and led us into the bedroom. The room was lit with leather-scented candles and he had this music playing… it wasn’t what we typically listened to, it had a heavy beat like club music. The room was ripe for sex… nasty sex and so was I.

“Do you trust me?” Zach asked me with that brilliant smile of his as he held my head in his hands and looked me in the eye. I nodded, of course I trusted him! I trusted him more than I trusted myself. He kissed me before he pushed me onto the bed and reached into the nightstand to take out a leather blindfold; the last thing I saw was the devilish grin on his beautiful, full lips. I heard the rip of Velcro just before I felt him grab my wrist and fasten it to the headboard. He did the same to my other wrist, then both ankles until I was tied to the bed spread eagle. I unconvincingly feigned protest… honestly, I was excited to find out what he had in store. He had teased me for almost two weeks with the promise of this night telling me about all the nasty things we would do; I doubted that Zach would disappoint. I was tied to the bed, helpless and blind and all I could hear was the thumping beat of the music. My heart was pounding a billion beats a second as I anticipated his next move. Zach roughly grabbed my balls and pulled them and my cock through a rubbery cock ring. Why? I had no clue because I was already as hard as an advanced level calculus final.

Zach and I had been teasing and edging each other for a week and a half. While he was edging me one night, I asked him what he would do to me and he answered, “first I’d tie you to the bed, on your back, spread eagle.” Well, he was a man of his word because there I was. Then he told me that next he would start at my feet, sucking on my big toe then taking each toe into my warm mouth, one at a time. Again, he didn’t disappoint. I felt his warm, wet mouth engulf the big toe of my right foot… it was ethereal as Zach licked each digit, then opened wide and took them all into his mouth at once; the warmth was soothing and erotic. Next, he dragged his tongue up and down the soles of my feet. I would’ve sworn my feet were connected directly to my manhood as I felt myself grow harder than I’d ever been. I had just cum in the shower a few minutes before but I was already so hard again that it was painful. He had me whimpering and twisting within the confines of my bonds… damn, he was driving me mad as he tongued his way up one leg, moving past my inner thigh and grazing the bottom of my smooth ball sac. Then he worked his way down my other leg and back up to my balls again, just as he had promised. The sensations were voltaic as shockwave after shockwave circulated through my restrained body.

Zach took a short break from tormenting my inner thighs and balls with his tongue and I heard him fumbling around in the drawer of the nightstand. He whispered “Inhale” and held one of my nostrils shut. I did as he asked and the pungent odor of poppers took over. Zach and I had used poppers a couple of times a before, but that had been a loooooooong time ago; I’d know that smell anywhere. The rapture flowed through me taking me to a wonderful place, there was nothing else in the world but us and that moment. I was just lying there at Zach’s mercy anticipating the next indulgence when I felt his hands pull my cheeks apart and his tongue maneuver over my ball sac, down my taint, then tease my hole. The tip could barely reach my tight little pucker but that didn’t stop him from trying. Oh my god! The feeling was euphorically unrivaled and my poppered state intensified everything to the nth degree. My voice had been taken over by a perpetual growl… my words were gone and had been replaced by this deep, inner animalistic grunting; I could tell it was turning Zach on because he reacted to each and every squawk. He had me wet and hard from the tip of my steely cock to the spongy tissue of my tight, pink ass ring. He spent an unfathomable amount of time just licking and teasing my genitalia… I had already cum once and was ready to explode again. How the hell he wasn’t shooting buckets of cum onto the clean sheets by then I had no idea. Just before my second load could escape its berth, Zach deviated from my privates, propelling upward as he continued his pilgrimage over my captive body. His lips tugged at my pubic hair while his hand yanked at my rapidly filling berry basket creating a hybrid of pain and pleasure that sent convulsions through me. I found myself trying to break free of the restraints when Zach’s mouth landed on my taut my abs and kissed them, then he moved up my torso, his teeth nibbled at my teats before his tongue lapped at the nape of my neck then making its way into my ear driving me to insanity as I lifted my pelvis off the mattress and begged for release. “Fuck me” I begged in a grunted whisper, “fuck me now!”

Zach just chuckled in response as his steeled rod pushed against mine and our mouths locked in a hard, passionate kiss. He rubbed my head with both hands making sure that he stimulated every last nerve ending in me from head to toe. He was in total control of every inch of my being, working me into an unimaginable frenzy of sexual ardor that I had never experienced before and would likely never feel again. “Time to roll over” he whispered into our kiss with a ravenous tone. The sound of Velcro ripping broke through the sexual thumping of the music as he set me free and flipped me onto my stomach still blindfolded. I smelled the odor of the poppers again as his fingers held one nostril shut. I instinctively inhaled, then he treated my other nostril to the same delicacy before I heard him take two long whiffs of his own. He pulled my ass up so that I was on my knees with my face pushed into the soft, fresh pillow then he gave my ass a hard, sharp whack. The crack was so loud that it overshadowed the music. I wailed in elated pain and was still wailing when the second crack stung my firm buttocks. I tried to scream but a grateful moan was all I could muster as an ambrosial warmth invaded my sphincter. Zach’s expert tongue had found its way into my passage and he ate me out with rigor. His tongue was my world at that moment as he pulled my cheeks apart, smashed his face into my crack, slurped my hole, and smacked my ass with everything he had. My sight was gone but my other senses were overloaded as the music thumped and the sensations culminated into an indescribable new feeling that I could only label as a Zach attack. Then it happened without forewarning, my second load of the night flew from my untouched member hitting me on the chin before landing on the clean sheets while and unidentified sound escaped my lips and Zach continued his assault. A double smack landed on my cheeks at the point of impact sending me to oblivion. Zach and I had lost our virginity to each other, we were monogamous, and some would call our sex life vanilla… well this was NOT vanilla, it was a taste sensation worthy of the gods. Baskin Robbins would be jealous.

I still couldn’t see, but I could hear Zach fumbling around in the drawer of the nightstand. I heard a *pop* sound and smelled the distinct odor of lube followed by a sloshing sound. “Push out” Zach commanded in my ear as something blunt pushed against my hole. I did as commanded and something slipped into me. “Again” he commanded and again I complied.

“What the fuck is that?” I asked in a whimper.

“Anal beads” Zach said from behind and between my legs, “Push out again.” I did and he pushed another bead in, each one felt bigger than the last and my passage felt more and more full with every push. All I could do was accept the beads and whimper… frankly I didn’t want to do anything else. The feeling was unbelievable and I never wanted it to end. “One more” Zach said as he pushed the biggest one into me; my hole opened wide and welcomed the final bead. He tapped his finger against my hole and it felt like the beads went in even deeper. I had never felt so full. Zach rolled me onto my back again and shifted his position, I could feel his hot breath on my taint and overstuffed hole. He continued to tap the beads and occasionally licked my hole and taint for what was likely just a few minutes but the agonizing euphoria seemed to last forever. What the fuck did I know of time? He was on top of me now, his lips near mine as he whispered through his hot breath in a surprisingly commanding tone “Push out when I tell you.” He slinked down my body again until he was between my legs and staring at my hole. He pulled the little rubbery tab at the end of the anal beads and commanded “Push” I pushed and the biggest of the beads begrudgingly left my body with a grunt and a plop. “Fuuuuuck” Zach said through with a chortle of amazement as he exhaled, “Damn, Seth, I wish you could see what I see, this is so fucking hot. Push again.” I could feel my hole open and close as each bead exited, and pleasure shot through my body like a lightening bolt. When all the beads had been expelled there was a massive void and I felt empty.

“I need you in me” I begged. Before I finished my plea, his cock was lined up at my hole anxious for entrance. I pushed out and he pushed in simultaneously holding the poppers under my nose then putting them to his own and inhaling. His cock had never been harder as he forced himself into my depths over and over while his hand gripped my cock tightly matching every stroke. He fucked me and fucked me hard while the top of my head hit the headboard and my teeth bit down on the pillow. Harder and harder he pummeled into me as his balls slapped against my ass and I wailed, screamed, and begged for more.

“I’m gonna fucking cum” Zach Yelled.

“Cum in me! Fucking breed me!!!!” I wailed into the pillow then followed up with grunts of gibberishtic babble as he fucked me into a pinnacle of a lascivious contentment. We both came with Volcanic force as Zach shot spurt after spurt of his aged spunk into me and I shot wad after pearly wad of my semen onto the sheets… my third load of the night and the second on our clean sheets. I fell onto the jizz-soaked sheets as the full weight of my beautiful, muscular, husband collapsed on top of me. We fell asleep in a sweaty, cum-covered, heaving mass of post coital perfection. It was worth the fucking wait.

We woke up the next morning to the thump of the music that was still playing through the speaker, the smell of leather candles and man-sex permeating through the room. Zach had shifted his body off my back and was lying next to me, and Petunia had worked her way into the master bedroom and was licking my face as I laid on my side. We were finally in our own home!

I rolled over and kissed Zach good morning before getting out of bed, pulling on my shorts and T then making my way to the coffee maker. It was SO NICE to be in our own home, and our place was so beautiful. It was before 7AM but I was ready to get to work, so I poured myself a cup of coffee and went outside leaving Zach and Petunia to sleep in. We were working on adding the second trim color, Brody had made us a schematic showing what color went where… it was a tedious job and would take a while., but it would so be worth it. I was up on the ladder for a little over an hour when Zach came outside with a mug of coffee wearing just his boxers, “Hey, did you order something from Lowe’s?” He yelled up to me. I was on the ladder working on a second story window.

I had to think about that for a minute. We had ordered so much stuff from Lowe’s over the last couple of weeks… bathroom fixtures, tile, blinds, all kinds of shit But everything had been picked-up or delivered already. “No. the last things were the blinds for the master bedroom and I picked those up last week. Why?”

“I just got a text confirming that our delivery is on the way” Zach yelled up to me as he fumbled with his phone “there’s a link to the order” He scrolled through his phone for a bit and yelled back up “It’s kitchen appliances and a washer and dryer, the order has my name on it. It must be a mistake.”

I agreed for a second then yelled down form the ladder, “It could be your mother. The only comment she made on all the pics I sent was that the old appliances looked godawful in the new kitchen.”

“Shit!” Zach said. “I told her to quit spending money on us.” He picked up the phone and called her then walked away after she answered. He came back about fifteen minutes later. “Yup it was Mom and Dad. They bought us stainless appliances for the kitchen and a stackable washer and dryer for the basement” he said with a sigh. It was very generous of them, but we felt awful about all the money they were spending on us… this was out money pit, not theirs. “They said consider it a housewarming gift.”

“They don’t need to be spending all that on us” I said. We had had this conversation with them a million times. They always wanted to help, but Zach and I wanted to make it on our own… whenever we opened the door a little for them to help, Kelly tried to blast the door off the hinges and would do anything she could, spend whatever money on whatever we needed. She had told us several times that we were “too independent” and she wanted to help us more. “They need to save their money for Riley’s wedding” I yelled back.

“And fucking retirement” Zach shouted back. “We’re paying them back whether they like it or not.

“How much is it? Does it say on the order?” I asked.

“About $4,000” Zach yelled back.

“Shit!” I said as I started to lower myself down the ladder. “We can’t accept that.”

“Well, it should be here any minute, it’s not like we have a choice. We’re paying them back whether they like it or not” Zach said with a sigh. I know his parents loved to help us, but damn, it just stressed us out. When I got back on the ground, Zach looked up to where I was painting, Damn it’s looking good. Just then we heard the delivery truck crunching up the drive and Petunia came out of nowhere barking her head off as if to say ‘HEY! THIS IS OUR HOUSE. WHY ARE YOU HERE! HEY!!!’ She was an awesome watch dog, I honestly felt safer with her around.

Zach got Petunia under control (he had her trained so damn well, she obeyed his every command), then he went over and talked to the delivery guys… and yes, Zach was still in just his boxers… I swear one of the guys check him out. After a few minutes one of them was on the ground playing with Petunia and the other one was going to the back of the truck to open it up. Zach came over and talked to me, “It’s all bought and paid for, they can’t take it back… looks like it’s staying” he said. “Oh, and they paid them to take the old stuff away too.”

“Can we keep the old fridge and put it in the garage for beer and stuff?” I asked.

“That’s a good idea, let me talk to the guy.” Zach answered then went over to talk to him again. Well, long story short… in about an hour we had all new stainless appliances in the kitchen, A washer and dryer in the basement, a beer fridge in the garage, and the delivery guys were heading down the long drive carting the old stuff away. Zach and I went into the kitchen and facetimed Kelly.

“Did they deliver everything?” Kelly asked as she answered the phone. Zach held the phone up and showed her the room, it truly did look amazing. The appliances were the final touch. “Oh my gosh, it looks amazing.”

“Thanks, mom” Zach said. “But we’re paying you back for these… you and Dad have done way too much.”

“We want to do this… just let us spoil you two for once already…” Kelly said.

“Mom. No” Zach said standing his ground. “We greatly appreciate it, but we’re paying you back… it may take some time but we’re paying you back.”

“Fine, but take your time” Nathan yelled from off camera. “We really want to do this for you boys, but I get it. Just think about it okay?”

Zach agreed to think about it, but as soon as he hung up, he went up to the bedroom, took out the checkbook, wrote them a check for $500 as a down payment, put it in an envelope and addressed it to them. He was going to mail it to them from the office on Monday. Taking money from them was always tough for us… but I had to admit it was nice to know they were there for us if we needed them. I also had to admit that the house looked fucking amazing thanks to them.

Well, after arguing with his parents, admiring the appliances, and writing a check out of principle, we both got back to work again. We spent all morning painting the trim, at about noon we went in and unpacked the rest of the boxes, and by mid-afternoon we were running errands in the pick-up; a Target run, a Lowe’s run, a HomeGoods run, and a Harris Teeter run. We got all the little odds and ends we needed to make ourselves comfortable in our new place and we filled the cabinets and refrigerator with food (and the garage refrigerator with beer). We got home about three hours and a thousand dollars (that we didn’t really have to spend) later and went back to work. Zach tried to get the old riding mower we found out in the barn running while I made our first Sunday dinner in our new home. I put a roast in the oven and made mashed potatoes, brussels sprouts, a salad and even baked a chocolate cake (fine. I admit it was from a box) … a traditional, Sunday comfort food meal. Once dinner was cooking, I went to work putting the finishing touches on everything, hanging art, placing knick-knacks around, fluffing the throw pillows I bought at HomeGoods, putting rugs down.

It was about 8:00 when we finally sat at our candlelit dining table and enjoyed our first homecooked meal in our new home. Zach was at the head of the table and I sat in the chair closest to him. We both looked around the finished room and peered into the kitchen and living rooms from our seats as Petunia sat between us waiting for her share of scraps. “I can’t believe we’re finally moved in” Zach said with a sigh of disbelief.

“Yup. And we OWN this place” I added.

“Well technically, the bank does… but yeah, it’s beautiful and it’s ours.” Zach said as his hand grasped mine and he leaned in for a kiss. Then we ate… that’s an understatement, we devoured. Neither of us had eaten anything all day and we were up late the night before um… well… let’s call it exercising. After dinner we just sat on the couch in OUR living room listening to music and enjoying our home.

We went to bed about 10:00PM and I fell asleep with Zach spooning me. It was just before midnight when my phone rang. It took a few rings before I realized what was happening and looked at the number “919 are code?” I asked Zach as he stirred behind me groggily trying to get his bearings.

“Raleigh” he said as I answered with a polite but sleepy “hello.”

“Seth, it’s me Colton. I didn’t know who else to call” said the sullen voice on the other in. “I got arrested.”

 

To be continued…