The Village

The Village

Seth’s Perspective

The sheets were rough and smelled like bleach, but Zach’s tongue on my balls felt so amazing that none of that mattered. After two weeks of packing and cleaning, and eight hours on the road it felt good just to lie back on the bed and let my hot husband go to town on me. Zach and I had been together since our freshman year of college, yet every intimate moment was still amazing. I fell for Zach the second I first saw him almost seven years ago, blonde, chiseled features, toned body, a smile to die for, incredible hazel eyes, and charm just oozing out of every freaking pore. Zach was the soccer star in college and had played on different leagues during law school, so he kept in good shape. Damn good shape, and I still considered him the hottest man on the planet… whether he really was, or I just loved him that much was up for debate… but in my eyes, he was the Holy Grail.

His expert tongue was worked its way from my scrotum down my taint to all points below as I just lie there on the hard bed of a roadside motel somewhere in Tennessee enjoying the break from our big move south. Damn, there is something to be said for being with someone who knows your body, and Zach knew every inch of me and exactly how to work it. When he got to my hole, he made little circles with his tongue and drove me insane. He licked up and down my ass crack as I pulled my knees to my chest and gave him full access. He plunged his warm, wet, talented tongue in without warning. I let out an ‘oof’ followed by a guttural moan of pure pleasure and could feel Zach smile proudly at the euphoria he was inflicting on me; he continued his assault on my bottom as I wriggled my ass and moaned giving him a not so subtle hint to keep going. Deeper and deeper he drove his tongue. Oh my god, one minute or eight hours?  I had no clue as all time and space became meaningless. Either way he finished his attack all too soon (it doesn’t matter how long he stayed down there it still would’ve been too soon). He flipped his perfect body around and sat on my face, then bent over and started licking my swollen manhood as he became the six to my nine, or was it the other way around? His crack was pushed against my lips and nose and I pulled his cheeks apart with my hands and took in his scent… his fucking intoxicating, addictive scent. After hours of driving on the freeway on a hot July day his musk was strong, there was still a hint of soap and body spray from his morning shower and the combination drove me wild. I buried my tongue up his ass as he swallowed my pole to its very root. I moaned into his ass as his tongue danced around my shaft.

He went at it with purpose and enthusiasm as he did his best to coax my swimmers from their natural habitat. His hand and mouth worked as a well-oiled machine moving up and down my yearning member. Oh my god I was close. I pulled my face away from his perfect little pink pucker just long enough to eke out a warning, Zach upped his game spitting on my cock to add slickness as he moved faster. That was it, the bastard knew how to work me and he was going for the payload. “Fuck yeah” I yelled into his hole as I thrust my hips up and shot down his throat. Oh my god, sweet release! We had been so busy packing up the house, tying up loose ends, and generally saying goodbye to our life in St. Louis that our sex life had been ignored for a few weeks… we were making up for it. My body convulsed as Zach sucked every remaining drop from the sensitive head of my still enraged tool. He flipped around and kissed me, letting me taste my own cum. “That was amazing” I said with our lips touching and our eyes locked.

“Was?” Zach said with that irresistible smile. “We aint done yet, baby” then he spit in his hand and reached down to lube up his ample cock with his own saliva. My hole was still slick from the masterful rimming he had gifted me earlier. He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, oh my fucking god, even after cumming buckets the feeling was amazing. I had only been with Zach so I didn’t know if this was typical or not, but his cock almost always hit my prostate in just that perfect way to make me shutter in anal orgasm and I was on the brink. He bottomed out in my passage, then pulled back slowly. Bottomed out in my passage, then pulled back slowly. Bottomed out in my passage, then pulled back quicker, picking up his pace, he moved in and out several times until he was like a piston thrusting into me making me groan and beg from pure ecstatic pleasure. “God, Seth. You are so fucking tight. You feel so fucking good. Oh my god. Oh, my fucking god” He said in a whispered groan aimed at my ear, then he shot into my welcoming ass. I could feel the warmth of him coating my insides, it was the perfect ending. His sweaty body collapsed on mine and we kissed passionately.

He pulled out of me and my body instantly missed his presence. He laid next to me and I instinctively rolled on my side and became his little spoon as we fell asleep in the gross little motel room. Our dog Petunia laid quietly on the floor next to the bed through the entire episode fast asleep. She was tired from the long road trip.

The next morning, we were up before dawn, caffeinated by the thick motel lobby coffee, and back on the road heading towards North Carolina; our new home. We had about eight more hours ahead of us including bathroom, gas, and food stops. The second leg of the trip flew by and by early-afternoon Petunia was running around the pasture of BroMax Farm with her pal Zoey happy to finally be released from the passenger seat of the U-Haul after two days on the road. Me and my husband Zach hugged our best friends Max and Brody as they welcomed us to our temporary home. We would be staying with them until we found a place of our own… our first house. It was a long, two-day journey traveling from St. Louis to North Carolina with all our belongings; and dragging my old Buick behind the U-Haul didn’t speed things up any.

We left St. Louis the same way we had entered a few years back, in a U-Haul with my old Buick hooked onto the back with a car dolly, and Zach’s little navy blue GTI following behind.  We were there for grad school and about to start the next chapter of our life together. We had loved our life in Missouri and had a lot of opportunities to stay after graduation; it was such a hard decision to leave, but we knew we were doing the right thing. So much had happened during our time there and we left with so much more than we had come with; friends, experiences, a marriage license, a law degree, a master’s degree in psychology, and of course Petunia.

We both had several great opportunities to choose from all over the place; St Louis, Phoenix, Wisconsin, and a few others in places we had never been before, but moving to North Carolina just seemed like the perfect fit. Zach accepted a job with a small law firm in Wilmington that had a great reputation, and I accepted a position in Wilmington as well. My opportunity was quite a bit different from anything I had envisioned doing when I started school. I finished my master’s in psychology and had a minor in social work, and had always planned on going into private practice as a therapist. Although therapy would be a big part of my job as Executive Director and the first official paid employee of The Village, social work would play a big part too. Like any paid employee for a nonprofit, I would wear a million hats, but I believed in The Village, an organization created by my best friend Max and his husband Brody to give young LGBTQIA adults a better start at adulting.   

I met Max and Brody when I was in college in Milwaukee (Zach too). Brody was from the Wilmington area and moved back home to an old farmhouse he had inherited from his grandmother after graduation, Max joined him a year later when he graduated and the two got married. Brody’s a graphic designer who works from an office they built in their old barn, Max was a schoolteacher for a couple of years, but left it behind last year to turn his candle making hobby into a business… and a damn good one. Things took off quickly for him and they ended up converting the first floor of the barn into a candle factory and planted a couple of acres of herbs on their property to use for candle scents. Their ten acres were always booming with activity, the two of them had built an amazing life together on BroMax Farm (that’s what they called their place), then Craig happened.

Craig was a young guy I was counselling as a volunteer in St Louis. He had come out to his father and stepmother on his 18th birthday, his dad had a visceral reaction and kicked him out on the spot. He was too old for CPS to intervein but unprepared to survive on his own. He moved in with the family of a friend, and then came to us for help (I was volunteering at the LGBT center at the time). We helped him get a job, we talked to the high school to make sure he was able to finish his senior year even though he moved out of the district, and we hooked him up with several other resources to help him survive on his own. He was doing well until his father saw him dancing shirtless on the LGBTQ Center’s Mardi Gras float. The guy went ballistic! He came running out of the crowd, jumped on the float, yelled something about “No son of mine…” and the next thing we knew, Craig was lying on the ground unconscious. The cops took his dad away and the ambulance took Craig. Long story short… his dad left him alone for a couple of weeks, then started to harass him again. Those of us looking out for Craig’s wellbeing convinced him to leave the state for a couple of months until we could get an injunction against him and make sure he cooled down. Enter Max and Brody.

Max and Brody were visiting us for Mardi Gras and witnessed the incident between Craig and his father and agreed to take Craig in… no questions asked. They gave him a home, a job, helped him get his diploma, and prepare for life and going back to St louis to attend community college in the fall. So many people rallied around Craig to make sure he had a solid start. Hell, Brody’s family even pitched in to get him a car, and Brody’s Dad rebuilt the thing from top to bottom to make sure Craig had reliable transportation to get to and from community college when he left the farm and moved back to St louis. That was a year ago, and Craig is doing great on his own now. He’s studying horticulture at the community college and landed a job at the Missouri Botanical Gardens where he can get firsthand experience in his chosen field. He even found a way to coexist with his father. I wouldn’t call it a great relationship, but at least he doesn’t live in fear of him anymore. Craig actually stopped by our house the other night to say goodbye and give me some herb plants to bring to Max with written instructions on where he should plant them, etc. The two of them are garden geeks and I’m sure Max will flip over what them. I put the plants in a cardboard tray on the passenger floor of The Green Dragon for safe travel to their new home on BroMax Farm. Craig also gave me a twenty dollar bill to donate to The Village. Craig was grateful for the hand-up he was given and as a thank you to Max and Brody, he pledged that he would pay it forward and give back of his time, money, and talents when he was able. He appreciated what others had done for him and it was important to him to give back, I respected that. The twenty bucks was a big deal to him, he didn’t have much to give but he still gave. He was a good guy and we were proud of the man he was becoming.

Watching Craig’s father throw him off the float was a rude awakening for all of us, but it changed Max’s entire perspective on life. I had a religious zealot of a father growing up; however, I had an older brother who was gay and he and his husband took me in at sixteen along with my two brothers… we were damn lucky, but I had seen some things. But for Max, seeing a father attack his own son, and then seeing a young kid like that suddenly on his own… too old to get help from CPS, yet completely unprepared to make it on his own was a harsh dose of reality. After getting to know what an amazing guy Craig was and realizing how he was just tossed aside because of what he was, Max decided that his purpose in life was to help young, homeless, LGBTQIA kids like Craig... as many as possible. He had considered turning his candle business into a not-for-profit to help kids like Craig, but his grandfather helped him come up with a better solution. Max’s grandfather was a successful (and wealthy) businessman, he worked with Max to create a balance between giving back and making a profit. He was astounded by the way Max, Brody, their friends, and family rallied around to help Craig. So much so that he wrote a huge to my organization to help others like Craig. When Max’s Grandfather died last year, he left everything to Max’s grandmother… Everything except $1.5 million that he set up in a charitable trust for Max to manage. He left Max a letter telling him that he was proud of the man he had become, and that he wanted to him to use the money to help others and build his family’s legacy. That’s how The Village started. Inspired by Craig and funded by Grandpa Harrington.

Max did his research and was astounded and disgusted with the disproportionate number of LGBTQIA teens that were homeless, basically just discarded. As he learned more, Max thought about all our friends and family gathering around Craig to help, no questions asked and kept asking himself, “how can I harness this generosity of spirit to help others like Craig?” He created a 501c3 with his grandfather’s trust and pulled together a board of our friends and family to help bring his vision to life. The mission of The Village is to help young LGBTQIA adults get a fairer start and become strong, independent adults. Max pulled me into his quest immediately and we went to work on creating our mission statement, building data bases, creating lists of resources for everything these guys would need; housing, jobs, access to education, food, clothes, transportation, emotional support, healthcare, guidance… and the list went on. We designed a program that would not only get them off the street and into a safe place but help them find work, put money away, and build a plan for the future. We built a network of people willing to share their talents, gifts, and homes with those in need, and lined up several corporate donors to help make The Village sustainable.

Here we are a year later and Max’s vision has become a reality with The Village already up and functioning and helping several clients. I had been working on a volunteer basis to get things rolling, then Max offered me a paid position when I graduated. He couldn’t run his business and The Village alone. We were doing everything virtually, but his vision was to have a physical space, someplace tangible. He and Brody bought an old building in Wilmington with an office on the first floor and several apartments on the three floors above it. They closed on it a couple of weeks ago and are renting the first and second floors to The Village on a rent to own basis, it was a way for a new organization with no real financial history to purchase the building without completely depleting all its resources. The first floor is being built out into offices for The Village, and the second floor houses four studio apartments that will be furnished and used for temporary housing to give homeless youth a start. There are four mor apartments on the other two floors that Brody and Max are renting out to offset the mortgage. Elliot, another friend from college and board member handles all the accounting for The Village and Max’s business and set things up to be sustainable for all involved and minimize risk.

Anyway, that’s what brought us to North Carolina and BroMax Farm. While Petunia reunited with Zoey, the four of us went right to work unloading all our worldly positions from the back of the U-Haul to Max and Brody’s recently cleared out garage. A few minutes after we started, five young men appeared from the barn and wordlessly started helping. I recognized three of them as Ricky (the head of production for BroMax Farm Candle Company), Timmy, and Trey two other employees of the company. These three guys had been with Max from the beginning and he credits them for his success. We greeted them all and they introduced us to the other two boys. Taylor and Mason. I knew both names instantly! They were both clients of The Village who I’d been counselling virtually but had never been face-to-face with either of them in-person before. I couldn’t help but embrace them both, pulling them into a group hug. Taylor hugged me back hard but Mason pulled back almost instantly. I felt stupid… I knew Mason had suffered a lot of abuse and had intimacy issues, but I was so overwhelmed by finally meeting the people I’d been working with in-person. I apologized to Mason. He gave me a weak smile, then leaned in for a light hug “It’s okay, Seth. Just a knee-jerk reaction. I’m happy to finally meet you too.” We had set both boys up with housing in the area and they were working for Max while they got on their feet. Both would be moving into the apartments on the second floor above The Village for two months, then hopefully they’d be ready to move on. Ricky and Timmy were planning on renting one of the two bedroom units on the fourth floor. Max was excited to have two local guys that he trusted living there to keep an eye on things.

“Where’s Colton?” I asked.

Colton had come to The Village from Raleigh. He was working for a restaurant when his boss discovered that he was living in his car. He found us through a friend of a friend of a friend and sent Colton our way. For his eighteenth birthday, Colton’s parents changed the locks to their home, shut off his cell phone, closed his bank account, and piled his clothes in garbage bags on the neglected front lawn of the little slab-built home with a simple note taped to one of the bags that said “You’re an adult. If you want to be gay that’s your choice, but not here.” Colton waited for hours on the front lawn for his parents to return but they didn’t come home. He got in the old, beat-up twelve year old silver Corolla with a red driver’s door that he had bought with the money he earned working at the restaurant, parked it in the Walmart parking lot and cried himself to sleep. He kept going back to his parent’s house to try to reason with them but they hid and refused to acknowledge him. Finally, a few days later, his dad leaned out the door and said “As long as you’re a fag, this is not your home. Time to move on before we call the police, son.” ‘Son’ Colton scoffed in his mind ‘son?’ who the hell treats another human like such disposal garbage then calls them ‘son?’ He thought. Defeated, he got in his car and drove back to his new home in the Walmart parking lot. As he drove and thought about his father’s words he went from disparaging sadness to pure rage. He was mad, mad as hell. For the next few months, he lived in his car, worked hard, and tried to fix his predicament all by himself. But it seemed that every dollar he earned was gone before it ever hit his hand. Food, gas, trying to get his phone turned back on, everything was so damn expensive. He picked up as many shifts as the restaurant would give him and did any odd jobs he could find stopping just short of selling his body… although he had seriously considered that option more than once. After all, a cute twink could make a hell of a lot more giving up his ass for an hour than he could waiting tables. He eventually stopped going to school so he could spend more time working, but with his minimum and below wages, he couldn’t get ahead. He had been on his own for a couple of months when his boss stepped in and helped. He talked the reluctant Colton into leaving his hometown and moving in with Max and Brody so they could help him get on his feet. It’s been two months and Colton has been working his ass off to change his life; studying for his GED, working in the candle barn, and saving every penny he can. He put over $1,500 away in a savings account to use towards seed money for his own place.

Max smiled proudly as he answered my question, “he got an interview down at the docks. I pinned up one of my suits to fit him.”

“That’s awesome!” I exclaimed. This is what the program was about. Helping these kids get a start so that they could fend for themselves. “What do you think his chances are?”

“Pretty good, Dylan set it up” Brody chimed in. Dylan was Brody’s older brother, a straight good ole boy. He and his wife Gina (another friend of ours from college) lived about fifteen minutes away with their year old daughter Maggie. They are incredible allies and have both been a huge part of The Village since day one.

After Max updated me on Colton, we finished unloading the truck, and the five guys went back to work in the candle barn. I gave Max the tray of herb plants from Craig and as expected he geeked out in excitement. Zach and I took our stuff up to Brody’s Grammaw’s old room… our home for the next couple of months. We had stayed there many times over holidays and weekend visits, Brody had left it the way his Grammaw had it, until now. There was a new coat of paint on the walls and a new comforter on the bed. “This was the last room to be updated” Max said as he set one of our suitcases down in a corner of the room. “We figured it was time, besides, you may be here a while and we wanted you to be comfortable.” The room looked perfect, everything new, clean, and comfortable. But in all honesty, I always felt at home with it the way it was. Max left Zach and I to unpack and settle in. By the time we got back downstairs Colton was home.

“Seth” he said extending his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person. Thanks for all your help.” Whether it was appropriate or not, I pulled him into a hug. This kid had bared his soul to me through our virtual sessions, and I felt like he deserved more than a handshake.

“How’d the interview go?” I asked as Zach, Brody, and Max looked on awaiting an answer.

Before he could speak, Colton’s smile gave him away. “I start in a week, it pays good and I get healthcare befits.”

The four of us let out a collective sheer. “Yay!!!!!” Max yelled.

And Brody wailed out an “Hallelujah!” Then added “We’re damn proud of ya’ Colton. You’re gonna do awesome!”

Just two months ago this kid was sleeping in his car and wondering where the hell his next meal was coming from. He was defeated and hopeless. Now he has money in the bank, a job, healthcare, and hope for the future. THIS! This is why I took this position and moved to North Carolina to be part of The Village. To make a difference.

 

To be continued…

 

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Author's note: I hope you'll all bear with me as a reset the stage for this story. There's a lot of set-up to make sure that any newcomers can jump right in and understand what's going on. Welcome to any new readers! If you like this story and want to know more about the characters, I hope you'll take the time to go back and read my other stories... each one builds upon the last (yet all stand on their own merits). Also, don't hesitate to email me or ask questions in the comments. THANK YOU ALL FOR READING! I hope you enjoy this series.