The Village

Seth’s Perspective

It was a lazy Sunday morning… one of the first we had had in a while. Ever since we bought the house it seemed like there was always some project that needed our attention. But that particular Sunday, Zach and I were all alone in our own home and just taking our time waking up. Eli was getting ready to move in a couple of weeks so Riley had flown back to Phoenix for the weekend to help pack up their apartment; it had been a hectic week and we were loving the peace and quiet, the only sound was Petunia snoring on her bed in the corner of the room. We had spent our Saturday working in the yard after Zach drove me to Daddy’s shop so I could FINALLY pick up The Green Dragon. She needed a new battery, a new alternator, and a few other things. Daddy did the work for free (we owed him so much), but the parts ran over eight hundred bucks (great, more money we didn’t have), hopefully she would be good to go for a while although Zach was pushing me to find something newer. Even Daddy kept telling me she was an old lady and it might be time to move on (and he LOVED The Green Dragon, it had been his mother’s car). I just wasn’t ready to let her go.

The Village had been busy as usual that week with Villagers coming in and out, Zach was making progress on the discrimination case, and Colton’s guardianship, and the four of us (Zach and I, and Max and Brody) had applied to be foster parents. We were waiting on the results of the background checks to come in, then we’d start our training. The bottom line is there was a lot going on and it was nice just lying in bed with my husband sipping coffee.

Zach was scrolling through his iPad looking at cars for me, “Here’s one we can afford, it’s a three year old Jetta with 21,000 miles, payments would only be about $300 a month.”

“We don’t need another monthly payment to make. The Green Dragon is fine.” I argued. I just wasn’t ready, but I knew Zach was right. “Besides if it breaks down, I can drive the pick-up.”

“Well, for now, but we need to get the truck back to my parents; I was thinking of driving it back to Wisconsin when we go up at Christmas” Zach said. We talked about that as we laid on top of the comforter in our boxer’s drinking coffee. Petunia got out of her bed, stretched, then jumped up on the bed and bumped our hands. “I guess we’re getting up” Zach exclaimed as we both jumped up in an attempt not to spill coffee all over the bed. I pulled on my UWM Hoodie, and Zach grabbed his law school sweatshirt and we headed down to the kitchen to warm up our coffee, then out to the front porch to enjoy the brisk, fall morning. Petunia happily ran around as we surveyed our little kingdom.

“We should probably start thinking about Christmas lights” I said.

“BroMax is going to do the whole gingerbread house thing again, Brody keeps collecting lights and adding wooden cutouts every year” Zach added. “I was thinkin’… since this is the Witch’s house, what about a Nightmare Before Christmas theme” Zach said moving his chair closer to mine and pulling up pics on his iPad. There was so stuff out there! Inflatables, cutouts, lanterns. We started to plot our attack as we scrolled through different decorations looking to spark ideas.

“This is a cool idea” I said as we continued to look at decorations. “We can show Max and Brody at dinner tonight.” Craig was in town helping Max with the greenhouse and they were having a cookout for him at BroMax later that day.

Our knees were touching as we scrolled the iPad. “It’s so quiet out here” Zach said. We always seemed to have something going on and never really just sat and appreciated the serenity… or the beauty.

“And beautiful” I added. “Did you ever dream our first place would be this friggin’ nice?”

“Nope. I figured we’d be in a dump” Zach replied as he put his hand on my knee.

“Well, we would be if it wasn’t for your parent’s help” I lamented. “I see guys like Colton and Craig, shit all the guys from The Village I guess, who have no one. Damn, we have so much love and support around us.”

“Yup” Zach said then leaned in for a kiss, “and you’re working your ass off to spread that.”

“You too” I said and kissed him back. I was proud of Zach; he found a way to use his degrees and talents to help others and still make a damn good living. I on the other hand was helping people but not contributing as much financial to our money pit, school debt, and all the other shit life throws at people. That was the main reason I wasn’t keen on getting a new car. Why spend the money? I put my head on his broad shoulder in the fall air as we sat there just enjoying what we were building. Zach stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head while I wrapped an arm around his chest. I tilted my head and my lips intercepted one of the kissed meant for the top of my head.

That tiny little gesture lit a fire as my husband and I kissed on our front porch. The arm I had wrapped around his chest fell to his lap while one of his arms simultaneously found its way to my ass and inside my boxershorts. His fingers tapped my hole before he briefly removed them from my shorts and I heard him inhale. I looked up at his chiseled face, laughed and asked, “Did you just sniff my asshole?”

His perfect features morphed into brilliant smile as he snickered and proudly answered “Yup. I fucking love your scent” before going back to kissing me. Can you believe that? I not only landed the world’s most perfect man, but he liked the smell of my asshole. Oh. My. Fucking. god. Can you believe that?!!! I just had to laugh into our kiss with disbelief over how much this guy loved me, there was no doubt that he was my perfect. Frigging. Match.

I leaned over the arms of our Adirondack chairs, the wide armrests pushing into my abs and ribs as I squirmed and twitched trying to find the perfect position for making out with my husband. “Oh, fuck this” I said giving up. I got off the chair, flipped around and sat on Zach’s lap. I was facing him with my ass on his crotch and my legs under the arms of the chair and sticking out the side.

“There we go” Zach said with a devilish grin and a voice that was flavored with lust. I threw my arms around his neck and locked my lips to his right there on the porch. It was reminiscent of the very first time we came to look at the house and started going at it on the hood of The Green Dragon in the driveway (and Gina and Dylan almost caught us). I could feel Zach’s root cultivating and growing underneath me with nothing but the sparse fabric of our well-worn boxers depraving my hole of its astoundment. I shifted my eager ass working Zach’s masculinity up and down my scantily clad gully. It was getting harder and fatter with every movement, damn I wanted him in me. “Stand up” Zach said in a frenzied tone. I jumped off his lap and he followed suit. We were face to face when he kissed me, grabbed my hips, and twirled me around to face the old, recently painted railing. I braced myself on the old wood and Zach rubbed his new wood up and down my trench as his lips nibbled my lobe and neck. “Bend over” he said, his voice husky and determined. I did as I was told still bracing myself on the rail. He pulled my boxers down to my ankles and the harsh fall wind slapped my cheeks as he dropped to his knees and his fingers parted my chilled ass globes The cold air against my hole was soon replaced with the wet, warmth of Zach’s talented tongue. He coaxed open the petals of my blushing rose with quick, deft flicks and the promise of ecstasy to come. I shivered with more than cold and pressed back with a hungry moan.

“Fuuuuuck” I groaned in and exhale as I pushed my bottom against his gorgeous facial features. The harder I pushed, the more he indulged himself in my musk. “Yeah, right there, fuck. Deeper!” I begged. I stood, spun around to face him then dropped to my knees on the cold, hard wood of the porch floor and took his perfection all the way down my throat, gagging myself on him. My throat slime coated him and my hand doled out the slippery lubricant readying him for the inevitable. I stood, spun, and braced myself once again. His invasion was swift as desire took command. He pushed himself into me, DEEP into me with one, mighty thrust that was powered by his soccer sculpted ass. The heft of his balls slapped against me reminding me of the weeks’ worth of white gold stored within. Thrust after powerful thrust, slap after mind-blowing slap he fucked me as we tested the fortitude of the old porch rail. It wiggled with every prod bearing my full weight as Zach fucked me and I begged for more. “SHOOT YOUR FUCKING LOAD IN ME” I screamed into the serenity of our personal fortress. The thrusts got faster, shorter, and harder as his balls clapped together in applause for the amazing show we were putting on.

“Fuck I’m cumming” Zach yelled getting Petunia’s attention as she came running out of the woods to her masters rescue just as he emptied himself inside me with a series of shudders and grunts and a bite to my neck. Petunia just stared at us in confusion as Zach’s tough, still-hard manhood exited my now gaping hole.

He was breathing heavy as I turned to face him, pushed him onto his knees and without warning, permission, or thought face fucked him. I just needed release. Zach gagged and drooled as he tried to keep up with my desperate strokes. With yet another yell into the wilderness I unloaded down his throat with a “FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!” As I held his face tight against my pelvis, smashing his nose into my bush while I shook in pleasure shooting the last drops down his throat. His watery, hazel orbs looked up at me as he dutifully cleaned my member.

When he was done, he stood and gave me a cum-soaked kiss and muttered “holy fuck” making us both laugh. I used to spend my Sunday mornings sitting in a church pew, I’d come a long way since then. We gathered our stuff from the porch and went up into the master bath and took a shower together. The warm water and lovingly applied shower gel washed the sex from our bodies as we continued to enjoy the serenity of our home. After we were clean, Zach went to the den to do some reading for work and I went to the kitchen and started cooking. I promised Max to bring a couple of side dishes and desserts to the cookout. I loved cooking in our new kitchen! Everything was where I wanted it to be, the appliances all worked perfectly, and I was finally using the expensive cookware we got for our wedding and had stored away. I had the music playing as I sang, danced, and cooked while Petunia waited patiently for me to drop something… anything. I was in heaven as I made a pasta salad, a potato dish, and baked two apple pies with apples from our tree… did you hear that? Apples from OUR tree. I thought that was the coolest thing ever, we were growing our own ingredients, I couldn’t wait until spring when I could grow my own herbs and vegetables, and maybe someday use my own honey.

It was midafternoon when the Hall’s pick-up grumbled and crunched its way up the long drive to BroMax Farm. There were several vehicles already parked alongside of the BroMax vehicles including Colton’s old Corolla, BA’s Chrysler, Terrance’s Porsche SUV, Mrs. J’s pick-up, Ricky’s brand new pick-up, and Gina’s white mom-mobile. Her pregnant ass was sticking out the sliding side door as she pulled Maggie out of the car seat. Petunia jumped out of the truck and joined all the other dawgs out in the pasture with Jimmy the goat. The party was in full swing. Gina and I grabbed all the food out of the truck, Zach tucked his iPad under his arm then picked up Maggie, and the four of us moved towards the 90’s music blaring from the patio. We were greeted with cheers and hugs when we rounded the corner… we were among family. Zach walked toward Dylan and Brody who were already at the grill while Gina and I brought the food into the kitchen where Max, BA, and Colton were getting everything together. We laughed and caught up as we spread the potluck feast out on the long dining room table. We started to talk about Thanksgiving plans, Max and Brody invited us over… they were having the family and a bunch of Villagers for their annual feast. I sadly declined because we had the Hall’s coming down (and of course Eli and Riley), and I wanted to celebrate our first Thanksgiving in our new home. So, we landed on getting together at BroMax for dessert and cocktails after dinner.

Once the food was out and ready for everyone to attack, we all went out to the patio to join the bigger party. “Seth and Max! Come here!” Zach yelled from across the patio where he stood with Brody, Terrance, and Harris. Then he announced, “Impromptu neighborhood Christmas light committee meeting” making Brody smile and laugh, he was so happy that we all bought into his idea of painting up the houses, and now over-doing it with Christmas lights. His community was coming to life. Who woulda thought the guy I used to have to beg to socialize with us would be so into building a community? I guess other people are easier to deal with when you surround yourself with the right ones.

“You guys have the whole gingerbread house thing going with Grammaw’s House… so, since we live in The Witch’s House we were thinking of a Nightmare Before Christmas theme” Zach said as he pulled out his iPad and started showing Brody pics of what he found and talking through our ideas.

Brody had a huge smile on his face as he scrolled through the pics and listened to Zach.  “I can paint some of this stuff on wood and cut it out for you” Brody said as he scrolled through the iPad, “THIS!” He said excitedly as he stopped scrolling on a picture of Lock, Shock, and Barrel in the tub scene, “I could paint this with yours and Petunia’s faces and put it up by the driveway with a spotlight.”

“That’s awesome” Zach snickered, as he grabbed the iPad back and went to a bookmark. “Look at these Jack Skellington lanterns”

“Yeah! You could put those in the trees by the road with some big, multi-colored light strings” Brody added with excitement. “Lookit all this shit, Jack Skellington, Oogie Boogie, Dr. Finkelstein, Sally, day-um so much fodder” Brody said.  “I could paint a lot of this and you could set ‘em up in the yard, add a couple blow-ups, and the lights and lanterns and it would be so gotdamn cool… just Day-um“ he was over the top excited and inspired by the idea.

“What are you guys thinking of doing?” I asked Terrance and Harris.

Harris sighed, “we were gonna do all red and white lights, make up all the tree trunks like candy canes. Kinda boring compared to all this.”

“I want loud, tacky, fun!” Zach said.

“What about this?” Terrance asked. “You know those lighted reindeer, some move their heads, etc. What about like two dozen of those out in the yard and eight of them near the road at different stages of flight with Santa and the sleigh behind them. It would all still be white and red lights, but a lot of them.”

“Yeah boy” Brody said with a brilliant smile, “Now y’all are talkin’ my language. I want this road glowin’ from the damn highway!” Brody, Zach, and Terrance were in their own world as they brainstormed, the three of them ran up to Brody’s studio to start plotting it out while the party continued.

I joined Dylan at the grill, I hadn’t really had a chance to talk to him since they announced that they were expecting number two. He was SO excited. He had just been promoted at the docks and was feeling good about life in general. I looked over the crowd and saw Colton and Craig openly holding hands and nuzzling. Hmmmmm I knew there was a spark between them the last time Craig was in town, and I knew they talked on the phone a lot, now it looked like things might be moving to the next level. ‘Good for them’ I thought to myself. Two good guys with shitty pasts finding each other… that’s a good thing. Ricky was standing at the end of the table talking to his pals. Ella with her arm still in a cast, and Maverick with a bandage on his arm where the racoon had bit him were sitting at the picnic table too, ignoring the scars of their pasts. The five of them looked so comfortable and natural. I couldn’t help but think about all the pain and heartache four of those people had endured and now there they sat smiling and laughing, with brighter futures ahead. Then I looked around at everyone else at the party and thought… it’s because of them. All these people from different worlds somehow ended up in this place and came together as family and would do ANYTHING they could to help. I thought back to when Max and I first started strategizing about The Village. We wanted to create an environment where your past didn’t define you, your future was hopeful, and you could enjoy the present without fear. I’ll be damned if we weren’t doing just that.

Eventually Zach, Brody, and Terrance came back and joined the party. Brody created Christmas light schematics for both guys showing what lights and decorations went where, they even made lists of what they had to buy, and Brody had taken on several art assignments. This was coming together. “Hey, I just ordered a bunch of shit from Amazon, just stack it in the barn when it comes” Zach said with an excited tone and a mischievous grin. “And I’ll be ordering more shit every payday until Christmas” he added. I just laughed. After that we all ate and the conversation was loud and jocular. These people were all so much fun, Zach and I could never have had a life this amazing anywhere else. The party broke up early because everyone had to be to work (or school) on Monday morning.

The next day I was back at it, I got preoccupied with answering emails at breakfast and was running a little late. There was a fall chill in the air and the engine of The Green Dragon hesitated slightly before turning over. I let her warmup a little before I crunched my way down the gravel drive, out of the country, into the cute little town, and into the parking lot behind my office. I saw Rodney’s car parked out back among those of the residents, then I saw BA standing with one of the churches pamphlets in her hand, arguing with a man in a suit. I got out of my car and walked towards them, BA was yelling and the man was smiling condescendingly at her, “Y’all can read the sign, it clearly says, ‘post no bills” and “no trespassin’, and I’m getting’ sick n’ tired of y’all harrassin’ our boys with this bullshit.” She shook the pamphlet in his face as I approached.

“Is there a problem?” I asked.

The man had a smug smile on his face as he held out his hand and introduced himself as Elder Roberts, “No. We’re just tryin’ to spread the good Word of our Lord and give your young men a proper option to rid themselves of sin.”

“Mr. Roberts…” I began.

“Elder Roberts” He corrected.

“Mr. Roberts…” I continued, ignoring his correction since his title was meaningless to me. “The people we help here have been through hell and they don’t need you causing more problems for them” I said sternly.

“Son, we’re not here to cause problems we’re here to share the good news and…” Mr. Roberts started to retort until I interrupted.

“We’ve already filed legal action against one member of your church and can easily do it against you and other members of your church as well if you insist on continuing to trespass and harass. Your brand of religion is not welcome here.” I barked.

“Son, you don’t know the first thing about god or our “brand of religion”” he said using air quotes.

“The. Fuck. I. Don’t” I barked in response bringing a brilliant smile to BA’s face, she loved it when I cussed. “I was a member of that church for the first sixteen hellish years of my life. My father was an Elder, and my older brother was abducted in a failed attempt enroll him in your program. Several members of one of your Texas affiliates were arrested as a result and we won’t hesitate to do the same here.” I was strong and firm, Mr. Roberts was annoyed, and BA was amused by my vibrato.

“These boys…” Mr. Roberts started.

“Are family to me, strangers to you, and none of your damn concern. Move on” BA said as she grabbed my arm, turned her back on the man and walked me towards the back door. Once inside I called Zach, he advised us to call the police if it happened again so we’d have cause to file a restraining order.

I was a little shook, but BA was cool as a cucumber. She had no problem with confrontation and walked away with a smile on her weathered face. When we entered the offices, we could hear voices and laughter coming from Rodney’s office. BA got settled at her desk and I walked past Rodney’s office to mine. “Hey, Seth” he yelled as I passed. I stopped and walked in, and there sat an incredibly sexy, bald, mass of muscle talking with Rodney. “Seth, this is Vincent, Ella’s social worker. Vincent, this is Seth Westin-Hall our Executive Director.” We greeted each other and shook hands. The two Social Workers were comparing notes and swapping resources. I was impressed that Rodney was building a local network already. After a few moments, I excused myself and went into my office to start my day.

The day was just a typical Monday filled with paperwork, email correspondence, and counselling sessions, until mid-afternoon when BA entered my office.

“Darlin’ there’s a man on line one who won’t gimme a name, won’t leave a message, and insists on speaking with you” she said. That wasn’t all that unusual, often people seeking help were afraid to leave messages, and sometimes someone gave them my name and they relentlessly pursued me until we connected.

“Thanks, BA. I’ll pick it up” I said then reached for the phone. “Hello, Seth Westin-Hall. Can I help you?

“Seth?” The bone-chillingly familiar voice asked. “It’s your father.”

 

To be continued…