The Village

Seth’s Perspective

Freddy and Izzy had gone back to live with their mother and left a hole in our world. I called Ms. Elkin a couple of times to check on them but all she could really tell us is that the mother passed her first two home inspections, was not in violation of parole, and the kids seemed to be doing well. We also knew through Principal Ferris (and Sammy’s moms) that Freddy was still doing well in school, and we knew through Gina that Izzy was no longer at Mrs. Mavis’s… shit she was probably back with that “homophobic bitch” as my husband lovingly called her. Freddy and Sammy had become good buddies and Sammy’ moms still had Freddy over for playdates, they said they played counting games whenever he came over. It felt good knowing that people we trusted saw him regularly. They were no longer in our care but we still thought about them constantly and wanted the best for them.   

Within a week after the kids left, we had accepted another foster placement, he was eleven years old and just stayed a few nights. His mother had been arrested (we didn’t know any of the details) and he stayed with us until his grandmother could come from California to take him home with her. It was a completely different experience from hosting Izzy and Freddy. We knew when he arrived that he would only be with us for a few days, so it felt more like having a houseguest. He was a good kid and it was nice having him around; a nice diversion from missing the other two. When he left us, we knew he was in good hands with his grandmother. We were learning the ups and downs and ins and outs of foster parenting. We still met with our friends and whatever kids were around on Friday nights for pizza (it was a fun tradition that kept us all connected). TJ was still staying with Max and Brody and seemed genuinely happy there, I’m telling you… Brody’s patience was amazing, he was a calming force in her formerly chaotic life. They had also taken in a five year old boy, Theodore… he was a cute kid with a history of parental abuse. He was very skittish and spooked easily so we toned it down around him to make him more comfortable. It was clear he’d been through some bad shit; my heart really went out to the kid. Zach and I took care of the two kids regularly, anyone who babysat foster kids had to be approved by the state, all certified Foster Parents were on the approved list and we loved spending time with them. Our group of friends had morphed into a group of parents, we worked well together.

It was an early morning in late February and I was headed to Maverick’s apartment for his weekly session, I wanted to see his new apartment, so we met at his place. I Parked in a spot marked guest and made my way into the building, running into Taylor in the lobby. He seemed a bit preoccupied with his lips attached to another stunning young man. He pulled out of the passionate kiss, looked up and saw me. “Seth, what are you doing here?” he asked with surprise (and a red face) as he walked away from his “friend” to give me a hug.

“I have a session with Maverick and he wanted to show me his place” I responded.

He looked at his companion and said, “Oh, this is Noah” then added, “The guy I told you about.” Taylor had mentioned in his last session that he had been dating someone and taking it slow, however, it looked like Taylor was escorting him on the walk of shame. I had to admit that the two looked amazing together and it was hard not to stare at the dynamic duo. Noah smiled confidently, introduced himself, and shook my hand. The three of us made small talk for a bit until Noah bid us goodbye saying he had to get ready for work.

When he exited, I said, “He seems great.” Taylor blushed just like he had in my office when he mentioned Noah for the first time.

“He is, Seth and we finally took things to the next level over the weekend. I am so glad we waited.” Taylor said then he gushed about Noah, he was smitten and seemed genuinely happy. We stepped onto the elevator as we talked.

“Hey, come up and see my place when you’re done with Maverick if you have time. I don’t go into work until eleven today.” He said excited to show me his place. I was helping all the guys at Harrington House move around the day he moved out, and in Vegas when he had his New Year’s Eve party so I hadn’t seen his place yet.

“That would be great, I’ll stop up when I’m done” I said before getting his apartment number. Just then the elevator door opened on Maverick’s floor and I found my way to his door and knocked.

He opened the door and let me in, RayRay had already gone to work. Their place was nice. Some new furniture, some old, but it was very homey and it was clear Maverick was proud of it. “BA and Daddy bought me this coffeemaker for a house warmin’ gift” he said as he poured me a cup of coffee.

“Nice” I replied as we sat down in the comfortably furnished living room. “How are things going with you and RayRay living together?” I asked to start the session.

“It’s good. I like havin’ a roommate and we get along good” he said. “We’ve been workin’ out together after work, and hangin’ out together and RayRay does most the cookin’. Sometimes Taylor and Noah hang with us too” he said. He talked about work, and what they did for fun, he was building a well-rounded life and seemed happy; and he was continuing to put money in his savings. We were wrapping up our session when he said, “Hey Seth (Say-eth), I almost forgot, I made this for y’all.” He handed me a piece of paper; he’d drawn out a schematic of my garden. He loved gardening and farming and I was a month or so away from planting my first garden. He offered to help me a while ago, but I had totally forgotten about it.

“This is awesome” I said as we sat on the couch side-by-side and he walked me through his ideas on what to plant and where to plant it. He really wanted to help me plant and maintain the garden.

“I can come nights after work at BroMax” he said, “It’ll be a nice break for me… and see this?” He asked as he pointed to a spot on the schematic. “I’m gonna steal a little corner of yer garden for my own” he smiled and looked at me expecting me to approve or disapprove of his plan.

“Fine by me, I don’t know crap about gardening, you teach me what to do and you can definitely have your own space” I replied getting a big grin from him. We talked a little more before we said goodbye. After a successful session I went up a couple of floors and knocked on Taylor’s door, he let me in and excitedly showed me around. His place was the same layout as Maverick and RayRay’s. The only real differences were the furnishings and the view. Taylor’s place was furnished beautifully with brand new, sleek modern furniture, interesting artwork on the walls, even a couple of sculptures. His unit was up a little higher than Maverick’s and faced the opposite direction. They were a couple of blocks from the water and you could see the harbor from his living room. The two guys were living in the same building but had completely different lifestyles, it was clear that Taylor was making good money and enjoying life. Honestly, after all the shit he’d been through he deserved to be happy.

I headed back to The Village to meet with Colton, I couldn’t help but be proud of Taylor and Maverick. Less than a year ago Taylor was cowering behind an Atlantic City dumpster and Maverick was living under the deck of someone’s shuttered vacation home at the beach. They were both homeless and hopeless, now they both had nice homes, good friends, solid jobs, and a chance at a bright future. I started thinking about Alejandro in Phoenix and how well he was doing, Mason and how happy he was in his own apartment on the third floor, and how Colton was making a better life for himself and making sure Ella had every opportunity to do the same. I thought about the “cars for queers” program (the unofficial name stuck internally) that Taylor came up with and how Maverick, Mason, Colton and so many other guys spent their spare time fixing up cars to help other villagers. Damn, this little brainchild of Max’s had taken off and we were doing good in the world.

When I got back to The Village, Colton was waiting for our working session. This wasn’t his regular session, the two of us were presenting to the local chamber of commerce at their monthly luncheon (thanks to Marilee). The topic was homelessness and they wanted me to talk about homelessness an LGBT youth, Colton agreed to come with me and tell his story. We had met a few other times to go through our presentation, I was good with the facts, figures, and psychology of it all… but Colton was the superstar. His ability to tell his story wrenched and warmed the heart at the same time, you couldn’t help but root for him and cheer him on as he talked about the challenges he’d faced and the way he’d overcome them with The help of The Village. His determination to give Ella a better start to life than he had would make the toughest man weep. We were definitely ready for our presentation.

My thoughts on the drive back to the office coupled with my inspiring session with Colton compelled me to send the board an email with updates on The Villagers. I summarized my home visits to Maverick and Taylor, Ella’s success at the debate in DC (she kicked ass), and every other villager success story I could think of (and there were several). All the people on the board gave so much to us and were always there when we needed ANYTHNG, they deserved to hear the good stuff. My email was met with several positive responses and the funny thing was almost every response asked if we needed anything at the moment. These people cared and THAT’S why it The Village was so successful.

I was really feeling great for the first time in a couple of weeks, I guess life was getting back to normal Post Freddy and Izzy. After work I stopped by this little market I had discovered when we first moved to NC. They had great fresh produce, fresh seafood, and an awesome butcher shop. I picked up a couple of nice, thick steaks, some fresh shrimp, a couple of artichokes, and some amazing strawberries. Strawberries were out of season but I couldn’t resist so I bought some little shortcake cups and whipped cream for dessert then went home to make surprise Zach with a nice dinner. He got home about an hour after I did, and by the time he walked in I had taken a shower, there was a fire in the fireplace, the dining room table was lit with candles, and the steak, and shrimp kabobs were ready for the grill.

“What’s all this?” Zach asked.

“I dunno, I was feeling good about life for the first time in a couple of weeks and realized that we were finally alone in our own house and decided to take advantage of it” I replied as Zach walked towards me. He put his arms around my waist and gave me a tender kiss.

“This is nice to come home to. I’m gonna jump in the shower, why don’t you throw the steaks on the grill” he said, we reluctantly parted so he could take a shower… I just didn’t want to let him go, but I did. I figured the payoff would be worth it. By the time Zach came back downstairs, dinner was ready. I put on some quiet music in the background, poured some wine, and we sat across from each other at the dining room table, both comfortable in our sweatpants and a T-shirt. We talked so much over dinner! It had been like we were in a bit of a fog since the two kids left and we had both kind of kept to ourselves a bit dealing with our emotions, but that night the fog had lifted. Zach talked about a big case he was working on; the partners were so impressed with his work on the last one that they were trusting him with bigger and better things. I told Zach about my visit to the guys apartments, and meeting Noah, etc. He had seen my email to the board, he was proud of the work we were doing too. As we came to the end of dinner the conversation turned how big our old house seemed now that it was just the two of us again.

 

“Well, there are advantages to not having relatives or kids around” Zach said with a smile as I felt his sock-covered foot reach under the table and caress my manhood through the thin material of my sweatpants (and yes, I was commando).

“What are you doing?” I asked coyly as a mischievous smirk took over my lips.

“Taking advantage of our privacy” Zach said pushing his foot harder against my stiffening wood. I took a sip of wine and a moan escaped my lips. Then that hot, fucking hunk of jock I married figured out how to pull down my sweats with his toes and stroked me for a little while with his sock-covered foot before kicking it off and going skin-to-skin. His perfect toes tried to grip my over-engorged phallus, seriously I was bursting out of my skin. The next thing I knew he was stroking me with both of his naked feet, up and down he moved them. His feet were rough and smooth at the same time, it was dry and rough but somehow hot was fuck. Our eyes were locked as he slunk lower in the chair trying to get the best angle possible, it was weird, like this romantically dirty moment between us. I could NOT believe that his feet were turning me on so much. He stopped stroking for a moment while the toes from one foot massaged my cock and the other my balls. His cold foot just kind of grabbed my scrotum, squishing it between his toes, almost smashing it yet turning me the fuck on with new sensations. Zach’s eyes were closed as he seemed to be basking in the feel of my hot hard manhood and pliable scrotum between his toes, he went back to jacking me off with both his feet.

He worked on me with his feet for a good five minutes, moving them up and down, faster, and faster like a podiatry based hand job, I guess technically it was a foot job. My breathing got heavy as I started pushing my hips up and fucking his feet. I WAS FUCKING MY HUSBAND’S FEET! It was so strange, yet it was working for me, “I’m cumming” I panted desperately. 

His feet moved faster as he breathily encouraged me, “Yeah, Seth. Shoot your load for me. Shoot it.” And shoot it I did! My powerful orgasm hit the underside of the old dining room table in three or four pulsating spurts then dripped back onto Zach’s feet and my balls. Oh my god, who would’ve thought. Zach continued to stroke my spent cock loving with his feet using the cum squishing between his toes as lube. “Ooooh my godddd” he laughed, “you fucked my feet.” We both laughed at what we had just done.

Then I surprised myself and said, “Hold your feet up” then I pushed out my chair, got on my knees and licked my cum off his toes… I LICKED MY CUM OFF HIS FUCKING TOES!!!!  I couldn’t believe it. It was hot as hell. After I cleaned the cum off, I took each toe in my mouth, then licked up and down the soles of his perfect feet. When I finished, I pulled up my sweats and we both started clearing the dinner dishes like nothing ever happened and me fucking his feet and sucking the cum off them was the most normal thing ever. It may have been for some folks, but it was a whole new level for this vanilla duo.

While I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, Zach let Petunia out the backdoor then pulled out the strawberries, shortcake cups, and whipped cream and said, “I’ll plate dessert and bring it in the living room.” He disappeared before I finished cleaning up, then I went into the living room to join him.

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed with laughter when I saw my hunk of a man lying on his back in front of the fireplace with his perfect appendage pushed through a shortcake cup and whipped cream spread all around it, like a strawberry-short-jockstrap. Each nipple was adorned with a dallop of whipped cream and a strawberry. He was wearing dessert lingerie like some kind of culinary stripper. God, I loved that guy… he was so much fun.

“Dessert is plated” He said with that devilishly brilliant smile that had melted heart the second I first saw it over six years ago. I laughed then knelt down at his side and picked a strawberry off one of his nipples and fed it to him. I held it to his full, supple lips while he sensually licked the berry then bit it. I plucked the strawberry from his other nipple and followed his lead sensually licking before biting into it, then I licked the whipped cream off his perfect little round nipples. Zach moaned and writhed in pleasure and anticipation while I licked from nipple to nipple then made my way down. Over his tight abs I licked until I got to his cream covered pubes. I licked and sucked the sweet cream from my sweet man, then took the shortcake cup off from around his manhood and fed it to him before taking his ample manhood in my mouth. The lingering taste of the whipped cream, the crumbs from the shortcake, and the sensual texture of his hard cock culminated in a dessert that could not be rivaled by the world’s greatest pâtissier… and I devoured it, savoring every last morsel. For the next several minutes I licked, sucked, and worshiped his perfect manhood and the taste of his sweat masculinity. Finally, I was rewarded when Zach added the amazing taste of his nut to our amazing dessert.

After a satisfying meal, dessert, and long awaited intimate moment alone in our home, Zach went upstairs to shower, and I let Petunia into the house and cleaned up the kitchen. The three of us headed to the bedroom and fell into a blissful night’s sleep. It was the first night Petunia had left her post between the two bedrooms since the day Freddy and Izzy entered our home.

The next day was Friday, I was pumped and ready to present to the Chamber plus we were hosting Pizza night at our house afterwards. Colton had worked the night shift so he could be at the presentation without taking time off work. Dressed in our suits, we ran through things one last time in the morning before walking the few blocks to the hotel by the harbor for the luncheon. We both shut our phones off before stepping onto the makeshift stage. The group of local business leaders gave me their full attention as I presented statistics about the disproportionate number of homeless LGBTQIA youth and the challenges the faced nationwide and even in our own city. I told them story of The Village as I gave them and overview of our mission, our programs and resources, and several ideas on how local businesses could get involved through donations, hiring villagers, or providing other resources. The audience was engaged and asking questions, I was proud of myself, but “proud” doesn’t begin to describe how I felt about Colton. After I presented the facts and figures of LGBTQIA homelessness, he put a face on it… And. He. Fucking. NAILED IT! He was poised, confident, relatable, endearing… an absolute fucking superstar! The audience of local business owners were glued to his every word, there were tears as he talked about getting thrown out of his home on his eighteenth birthday and living in his old Corolla. There was laughter as he spoke about the challenges of living with his teenaged sister while creating a good life for the two of them. He gushed about Ella and her resilience and beamed as he talked about his new venture into the culinary arts. He was absolutely spectacular! At the end of our presentation, we answered questions ranging from “do you and Ella fight over bathroom time” to “What can my business best help The Village.” The owner of Taylor’s dealership was in the audience and expanded on the “working wheel’s” program (AKA Cars For Queers), he went on about what an amazing hire Taylor turned out to be, his company’s commitment to hiring Villagers, and how proud they were to be part of the Village… he challenged his fellow chamber members to commit to helping our cause.

The event ended at two o’clock but Colton and I hung around until almost four answering questions and networking. There were two local restaurant owners talking to Colton and basically fighting over him. They were both begging him to come work for them while he was in culinary school. Another gentleman invited us to speak to his Rotary Club, another talked to Colton about his company’s scholarship program and invited both he and Ella to apply. The reception we got from the local business community was amazing… not a single negative comment and doors seemed to be opening everywhere for The Village, and for Colton. We both left the meeting on a major high, I was so damn proud of Colton.

We walked back to The Village together to tell Rodney and BA about our great afternoon. As soon as we walked in the door BA blurted out, “Hey Darlin’, Zach’s been tryin’ to reach ya all afternoon.”  

I had totally forgotten that I shut my phone off before the event. When it powered up the dings and alerts were going crazy, missed calls from Ms. Elkin and texts from Zach. My computer bag was already packed, so I said goodbye to my crew and congratulated Colton on a fantastic presentation then headed towards the Audi. I tried to call Zach but it went straight to voicemail. I texted “Sorry, just got out of the Chamber event. What’s up?” He responded immediately with “When are you coming home?” “On my way” I responded. “Hurry up, I’ll update you when you get here.” He had my. Interest piqued, I was a little worried, but figured he would’ve told me if it was something awful… right? I got home as fast as I could and found Zach rummaging through the kitchen cupboards pulling things out frantically.

“What’s going on?” I asked Zach who kept doing what he was doing.

“Ms. Elkin needs us for an emergency shelter situation for two kids. She was trying to call you all afternoon and finally called me” he said as he pulled the bag of flour out of the cupboard and plopped it next to the carton of eggs already sitting on the counter by the mixing bowl.

“Two of them? What else did she tell you?” I asked.

Zach was reaching into the cupboard above the refrigerator trying to get the griddle out when he answered, “Well, not much. All I know is that they haven’t eaten all day and the little girl is addicted to Mickey Mouse pancakes.” He put the electric griddle on the counter and turned to look at me awaiting a response.

My brain slowly processed what he was telling me, then it clicked and a joy filled me, “You mean they're coming back?!”

Zach nodded, but he wasn’t smiling, “Yeah, Ms. Elkin is on her way here with them” he said, then let out a heavy sigh. “And they’re going to be here a while, but it’s a pretty fucked up situation.”

I could tell by the look on Zach’s face that the kids were going through hell again and THAT broke my heart. But they were on their way home, and I couldn’t help but be excited.

 

To be continued…