The Village

The Village 6

Kevin’s Perspective

“Matty go over and hold Daddy’s, hand, and Scotty you come over here and hold mine until we get to the gate.” I shouted as my husband Randy and I trudged through the airport with our two kids on our way to the gate. I was dragging a week’s worth of luggage for the four of us and trying to keep us all together. We made it to the gate just as they gave a five minute warning for preboarding.

“We’re over here, Kev” My brother in-law Brad yelled across the crowded waiting area as he waved wildly at us. Brad, my brother Scotty, their two kids Madison and Brooklyn, and Alejandro, the young man they were sponsoring from The Village were already there and ready to board the plane. The nine of us were flying from Phoenix to Wilmington, North Carolina for the Building Dedication of Harrington House… the new home of The Village offices and some temporary residential apartments for our clients. It’s a huge milestone for the organization. Brad’s brother Seth is The Executive Director of The Village, and the rest of us (sans Alejandro and the kids), along with several friends and acquaintances make up the board. We decided to go to the dedication to show our support for Seth and The Village. As long as we were so close to the beach, we thought we’d make a vacation of it. Randy found a big beach house on Figure Eight Island for the nine of us and we decided to stay for a week. The kids were freaking excited about going to the beach, but they were twice as excited about the fact that they were going to see three of their favorite creatures on this earth: Seth, Zach, and Jimmy the goat. BroMax Farm had a great social media presence and all four kids were addicted to their “goat cam” that was a live feed of Jimmy the goat… In fact, all four of them were wearing their BroMax T-shirts on the plane.

The flight sucked! Every flight sucked when you were traveling with four kids under eight. When I travel for business, I work on my laptop or sleep on the plane, when I travel with my family, I play referee. Anyway, we made it to Wilmington alive to find Seth and Zach waiting for us at baggage claim. The kids went insane, especially little Scotty. He’d had an unexplainable attachment to Zach since the very first time they met. If Zach was in the room, no one else mattered to Scotty… that little shit let go of my hand, ran across the airport, and jumped into Zach’s arms. Zach held onto him for dear life, he loved that kid, hell he loved our entire family. Seth found a winner in that guy and I couldn’t be prouder of the life those two were building together. Seth came to live with Brad and Scotty when he was just sixteen. It’s a long story, but the abbreviated version is that his Father was an abusive prick who used god as an excuse for everything… including abusing his own children. He got into some trouble with the law when he and his church abducted Brad with the intent of putting him through conversion therapy. The happy ending was that their father was arrested and the boys ended up with Brad and Scotty. Our friends and family rallied around to help them and basically, we all became one big family in the process… the original Village. Seth was so comfortable in his new surroundings that came out shortly after he moved to Phoenix. I am so proud of the man he has become.

It was late mid-August in the Carolinas and it was humid as hell, it felt like someone dropped a wet blanket on my shoulders. We were loading up the two rented SUV’s and getting ready to head to BroMax Farm for the afternoon. Zach was sitting in the back of our vehicle between Matty and Scotty, Scotty had the biggest smile on his cute face. Seth took Alejandro back to The Village in his car for an in-person session, then meet us back at the Candle Barn to introduce him to some of the others in the program. Brody worked for my Ad Agency and I was going to spend some time with him in-person while I was there. Scotty planned on meeting with Max to discuss sales projections for The Resort Candle line that Max’s company makes for us. The candles started out as a nice little room amenity, but had taken on a life of their own and provided a nice revenue stream. As for the kids, they were excited to meet Jimmy and play with the dogs, plus Max promised them they could make candles. We were lucky… our kids were so freaking loved! Everyone we knew constantly rallied around our kids, because of that they were amazingly so freaking animated, social, appreciative, and kind. We were raising our kids to be compassionate, empathetic, loving, and generous… and by “we” I mean Me, Randy, Scotty, Brad, and everyone in our lives. Like I said… those kids were so freaking loved.

Well, I had a great meeting with Brody up in his office, damn he was one of the best hires I had ever made. I wish he was in the Phoenix office; he could make everything we did so much better if he were there. But it was clear he belonged right where he was. We finished up our meeting about the same time Max and Scotty finished theirs and we joined them down in the candle barn. Damn, that place was amazing. The last time I was there was for their wedding and it was just and old barn, now it was a hub of productivity with a team of young men who were having the time of their life working their asses of. I was so impressed with what he had created there.

Max’s head of production, Ricky had walked the kids through the process and was giving them a hands-on experience. The kids loved the guy and were into it! He had just set them up at one of the pouring stations so they could make their own candles when we showed up (Scotty had is Camera out and was recording the whole thing). Ricky was an impressive young guy. His first meeting with Max and Brody was tumultuous at best when they caught him and his pals spray painting “fuck you fags” on the front of the old barn. Brody and Max handled the entire situation with dignity and class. Max saw Ricky for what he was, a good kid who was hanging with the wrong crowd. He took him in and gave him a chance… that’s Max’s nature. Ricky proved to be invaluable to Max and BroMax Farm, there’s a lot to be said for giving people a chance. The kids were hard at work making their candles when Seth and Alejandro showed up.

Seth showed Alejandro around the little factory and introduced him to Taylor and Mason. Alejandro’s story was quite a bit different from most guys in the program. He came from a background of privilege and wealth and had never done any real work in his life before he found The Village. His mother and father were originally from Mexico and strong Catholics who had moved to Phoenix before Alejandro was born. His father was a wealthy real estate investor and provided extremely well for his wife and four kids, Alejandro was his eldest. Alejandro had just graduated high school and was shadowing his father is his business dealings, basically he just followed his dad while he was wheeling and dealing. Alejandro was bored with it all and spend most of his days looking at his phone while his father did his business. The expectation was that he would eventually take over the family business from his father, but it wouldn’t be anytime soon. While Alejandro was scrolling on his phone during one of his father’s business meetings, he connected with a guy. A hot guy! Alejandro finished his day a “at work” with his father, then it was home for a family dinner… same as every night. At dinner his mother asked him a million questions about his day at work and his father answered them for him. After dinner, Alejandro jumped in his Mercedes G-Class and drove to one of the local cruising parks to meet the guy. The sun had already gone down and the park was dark. Alejandro sat in his car waiting for the guy to show… it seemed like he was waiting for hours, but in reality, it was just a few minutes. The guy finally showed up and was absolutely worth the wait. He was hot as fuck! Young, Hispanic like him, and a smile to die for. He jumped into the passenger seat of the Mercedes and things heated up quickly. After an exchange of smiles and nods, the guy unzipped his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles, Alejandro did the same. He didn’t hesitate to grab the guys plump, uncut cock and go down on him right there. Alejandro was lost in lust as he gave the stranger the blowjob of his life. The stranger had his eyes closed, his hand pushing down on the back of his partners head, and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Neither had a clue that the police officer was standing there peering in on the scene until the beam from his flashlight pierced the darkness and they heard the tap of his knuckles on the window of the little silver Mercedes. Long story short, the officer took both boys to the station and booked them for indecent exposure. It was a misdemeanor that could come with a $250 fine, up to six months jailtime, and up to three years’ probation.

The little Mercedes was in his father’s name, and before Alejandro could process any of this, his father showed up and all charges were magically dropped. The other boy was given a harsh warning about breathing a word of this to anyone and informed that he could very easily be put back in police custody if word got out. That was enough to scare him into silence. Alejandro’s father was a powerful and intimidating figure. The ride home from the police station was silent as his father looked forward. Alejandro broke the silence and asked, “Do you know where my car is?”

His father took his eyes off the road and looked over at his son with an expression on his face that embodied loathing and disappointment. “It is MY car and I will take care of it” he said sternly. Then he added with a scoff “You are a disappointment, and no son of mine” before he looked back at the road, those were the last words he spoke until the car pulled into the driveway of their palatial home. Give me your wallet” he commanded and the boy complied without question (his father was not a man you questioned). His father removed all the credit cards (which were in his name) and handed the wallet back to the stunned young man. “You may stay in my home for tonight. You will pack your bags, and in the morning, come down to breakfast, and say goodbye to your brother and sisters before they go to school. Then you are on your own. I will pay your phone through the end of this month so you cand find a job and a place to live, but that is the last thing I will do your you. You are no longer my son.” Then the large man exited the vehicle and disappeared into the big, well-lit home. Alejandro sat there stunned. Trying to process all that had happened that night.

He sat in the car for an hour. He called Mateo and told him what happened, Mateo was his best friends and the only one who knew he was gay. He agreed to let him crash on his parents couch the next night. Finally, Alejandro went into the house, up to his room and started to pack his suitcases. His mother came into the room to talk to him, she basically told him there was nothing she could do, asked him to keep in touch with her, and put a thousand dollars cash into his hand. In the morning he went down to breakfast. His father had already left for the day, and he said goodbye to his sibling, although they had no clue this was a final goodbye; it just seemed like every other morning except that he hugged each of them. When the other kids had left it was just him and his mother, a few words were exchanged before Mateo showed up to get him. His mother hugged him with tears in her eyes and he started to cry. He had shown no emotion until that point, then the gravity of his situation hit home. He stayed at Mateo’s house for a few nights then went on to another friend’s couch. He spent about three month’s couch surfing and had worn out his welcome among all his friends. He applied for jobs, but with no experience no one wanted him… he was out of money, out of friends to stay with, and out of options. He rolled his suitcases under a viaduct in downtown Phoenix and fell asleep. The next day was when his luck changed.

He wandered into our friend Jordy’s Café to find a job; Jordy hired him. He had no clue that he was homeless or that he was even gay. After his first week there he approached Jordy and asked him if he could have his first week’s pay in cash. He ended up telling Jordy his story, Jordy and Marc took him in and called Seth. Seth was able to verify his identity and past, and Scotty and Brad offered to Sponsor him. They (as well as me and Randy) had been hesitant to sponsor anyone. We had small children and bringing a stranger in could put them in danger. Based on everything Seth had learned about Alejandro, and the in-person meeting with the kid, Brad and Scotty felt comfortable letting him stay with them. Here we are a month and a half later and Alejandro has two jobs; one with Jordy and another job waiting tables at the f-star restaurant attached to The Resort in Phoenix. He’s enrolled in ASU in the fall (Seth was able to get him help with his first tuition payment) and will be moving into the dorms shortly after we return to Phoenix… he’s in regular touch with his mother. He was a good kid who was raised with privilege and entitlement and suddenly he was left to fend for himself. I’m glad he found us.

He seemed to hit it off with Mason and Taylor, he stood between them and helped them work without having to be asked. He would NOT have done that a few months ago. The poor guy has been working so hard and when he finally does have time off, he’s hanging out with little kids or a couple of old queens. I think he was loving having people his own age to hang with. He had some friends in Phoenix, but he didn’t have a car and he worked a lot so he didn’t see much of them, I know he was excited to move into the dorms.

“So, what do you guys think of the place?” Max asked and I just raved. I was impressed.

“Hey, you guys wanna go see our new place?” Seth said. He and Zach were about to close on their first house just down the road from BroMax Farm and were so excited.

“Hell yeah” Brad yelled from a few feet away. Max and Ricky told us to go, they would take care of the kids. I was loving this! I needed a break from my kids… I loved the hell outta all four kids, but damn: They. Were. Always. There! Daddies need time off too!

Seth and Zach almost ran to one of the rented SUV’s, they couldn’t wait to show us their new place. Brad, Scotty, Randy, and me followed them to the vehicle and jumped in. The drive down the drive of BroMax Farm was almost as long as the drive to The Witch’s House, which is what Dylan and Brody used to call the place when they were kids. We were just on the road for a couple of minutes when we turned into the driveway. The gravel crunched under our tires as we drove past the overgrown woods in front and came around the curve to the clearing where the small house sat. Jesus fucking christ the place was a mess. The paint was peeling, the barn roof was missing shingles, the garage door looked like it was stuck three quarters of the way down, and yard hadn’t been touched in years. They had their work cut out for them, but the smiles on their young, ambitious faces told me they didn’t give a fuck.

“It’s cute” I said, “but it’s a fucking mess!” We all looked around, Randy and I had rehabbed our place, Brad and Scotty did the same. We all knew what these guys were in for.

“Are you guys sure you’re not biting off more than you can chew?” I asked.

“We absolutely are” Zach said with a smile as wide the sky. “But it’ll be fucking all be worth it when this is our home.” I knew what he was feeling because Randy and I felt the same way when we rehabbed our place. Scotty and Brad had the same attitude when they turned their place into a home for Seth and his brothers. Who the fuck was I to talk them out of it? “We close next week and my parents are coming down to help us with the demolition.” Zach added. It was funny to watch the two of them so excited about… well about entering hell! Rehabs suck, but they had a vision and knew what they wanted. After walking around the property for a but we went back to BroMax.

“Pop, Pop, can we sleep here” Matty yelled as he came running up to the SUV.

“We need to get to the beach house” I said to him as Randy had the same conversation with Scotty as he got out of the other side of the vehicle. Brad and Scotty got out of the backseat and their two kids Maddox and Brooklyn were making the same plea. We had a gorgeous beach house waiting for us and the four kids wanted to stay on the farm with their favorite uncles. I saw Max, Brody, Zach, and Seth talking a few feet away, then Brody approach me and quietly said “Kev, it’s good with us if you guys want. Break tonight.” After a little back and forth we gave in and let the kids stay at BroMax. Alejandro had decided to go back to The Village apartments to hang with his new friends. They were planning on hanging out at Ricky and Timmy’s place and watch movies. Ricky said he could sleep on the sofa bed. They were all adults, and frankly, it was good to see Alejandro having fun so we let him go. That left Scotty and Brad, and Me and Randy alone for the evening. Shit, that never happened!

The four of us checked into the amazing beach house, dropped our luggage, went out for an incredible seafood dinner… just us four adults! It had been such a long time since we had hung out without the kids driving us all insane. After dinner we went back to the beach house and had cocktails in the hot tub on the deck overlooking the ocean… naked. No chance of the kids waking up and interrupting us. It was peaceful and perfect. After a good soak we went to our rooms, the house had two huge master suites, we took one, Scotty and Brad took the other.

When we got to our room, we dropped our towels and Randy and I stood in the middle of the dimly lit room and just held each other tight. Damn, his body felt good against mine, we didn’t just hold each other enough these days. I could’ve fallen asleep standing there with his strong arms wrapped around me… after ten years it was still my happy place. Our wet bodies instinctively started grinding against each other and our hands started to explore. Damn Randy was still in amazing shape, you’d think after all these years his dad bod would’ve set in, but nope. Every hot inch of him was still perfect. Randy started licking my neck, then moved a little lower as his tongue took in every inch of my 40 year old body. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my left nipple as he took a bite that was beyond playful and moving towards torture. Fuck, he knew how to work me. I yelp at the pleasureful pain he was inflicting on my sensitive nipples, in fact, I pushed his head hard against my chest begging for more. Oh. My. God, I loved the way he made me feel.

Randy pushed me back onto the huge California King bed, my damp back was flat against the luxurious bed linens and my feet were hanging over the edge. Randy bent over and licked the water droplets off my inner thighs as he worked his way to my heavy ball sac. I hadn’t cum in days (the life of a parent). My cock hardened as he worked his magic, damn no one knew how to push my buttons like Randy. The room was so quiet, the bed was so comfortable, and his mouth was so hot on my neglected organ… I was so relaxed. I laid back and just looked up at the dark ceiling appreciating the electricity that was shooting through my veins as his tongue twisted around my throbbing shaft. Seriously… it was electric, that’s the only word as his warm mouth engulfed me fully and his tongue swirled up and down me hitting every fucking nerve along the way. Our intimate moments were few and far between and It had been a while since I just reveled in the sensations of sex and basked in the moment. But that night I was present. I had never been more present in my life.

Fuck, Randy awakened the beast in me. I got carried away and shoved his head down on me. He gagged on my rock hard cock, I felt bad and loosened my grip. He looked up at me with his watery eyes, moved my hands back to his head, then smiled that mischievous grin that first grabbed my attention about a decade ago. He loved that I was getting lost in the moment like we used to, I responded by face fucking him and he rewarded me by groaning around my cock and sending shiver up my spine. I was so fucking close and ready to shoot my pent-up spunk down his eager, familiar throat but then thought better of it and pulled him off me by his disheveled hair.

He stood up and I sat at the edge of the bed, I grabbed his balls and pulled them down a little as my mouth found his manhood. I started at the base and licked up the front of it as it glistened in the little moonlight seeping in through the blinds. My tongue circled around the head as I looked up and out eyes met in the darkness. Then with a groan I went down on him taking every inch into my mouth while we looked into each other’s eyes. His hands were on his hips as he threw his head back in a lust-induced bliss. “Get on the bed, stud” I growled in a guttural voice that was more of an animalistic growl. He complied… still grinning. He was flat on his back when I moved between his toned legs and pushed them apart so I could lay between them with my nose at his balls. I lifted them as I inhaled his manly scent then licked them, he instinctively pulled his legs to his chest giving me access to his musky hole… I took full advantage of the opportunity. My tongue circled and lapped his beautiful pucker. The taste and texture on my tongue was comfort to my soul. A wonderfully familiar part of my world.

“Fuck me” Randy whispered. I jumped up and grabbed the bottle of lube from my suitcase. I packed it with the hopes it would come in handy… it already had and it was just night one. I squirted a little lube into each of our hands, he readied my cock while I readied his tight, tight hole. He was his hand moved to the back of his thighs as he displayed his vulnerability once again. Our lips met and lock as my bulbous head found its target and penetrated him. Fuck… his hole grabbed onto me like a velvet vice and pulled be forward. It was like there was a vacuum pulling me in until my balls rested on his hands. His groans morphed into a purr and it was intoxicating. We just laid the with me on top and deep inside of him while our lips reacquainted themselves with each other. I pulled out slowly as we continued in our lip lock. I fucked him slowly and we moaned into our passionate kiss.

His hands moved from his thighs to my ass as he pulled me in deeper… if there was more of me to give, he would’ve had it! Our fuck became frenzied as he begged for more and soon, I whispered in a grunt “I’m coming, babe. Fuck, here I came”

“Hell, yeah you are. Give me your load. Breed me old man” he said making me laugh just as I shot my load. We were panting, moaning, and laughing. “Holy shit, you still got it baby. FUCK!” Randy yelled as he shook his head letting the shiver of excitement course through his body. The sounds of sex were still echoing through the luxurious beach house, but they were ours… it was clear Scotty and Brad were enjoying their night from parenthood as much as we were. We ignored the sounds as Randy commanded “Lick my balls.” You don’t have to ask me twice. I went to work as his hand furiously stroked his long, slender cock and my finger probed his cum-filled hole. Within a minute he was spurting like a fountain and I did my best to catch every precious drop of protein. We collapsed in a sweaty ball and slept like babies with our bodies stuck together like the perfect fit we were.

After one of the best night’s sleep I’d had in years, I was awoken by my 6:00AM alarm (it was 3AM Phoenix time). I set it because I figured the kids would be up and bugging the hell outta Seth et al. I texted Seth to see how it went, and he texted me back a bunch of pics of the kids and four adults in their PJ’s watching TV the night before. Then he sent a couple of kids pics of Him and Zach with the four kids strewn and two dogs about the double bed on top of them and told me to sleep in, everyone was fine.  God, those kids were loved.

Taylor’s Perspective

 

Alejandro joined us back at the building for Movie night up at Ricky and Timmy’s apartment. It was a fun, almost wholesome night just hanging out. Alejandro’s presence added a sexual tension to the room. His swarthy, Latin swagger caught my eye the second I saw him and we’d been flirting all night. I had planned on making my move on him and luring him into my apartment even though Seth had made it crystal clear that he was to stay at Ricky’s because he was not a resident of The Village and no overnight guests were allowed. I already had my defense ready… the rules said no “outside guests”, but since he was in the program, technically he was part of The Village so therefore it wasn’t breaking the rule. I had been using loopholes to get me out of trouble my entire life. I had a plan. 

The party was breaking up and I was about to make my move when I got a text. I responded, we went back and forth, the couple sent an adorable picture and the price was right. I abruptly said good night, reluctantly left the Latin god to slumber on Ricky’s couch, went down to my apartment and took a shower. I opened the apartment door slowly and quietly so as not to disturb my neighbors. All was quiet so I snuck down the stairs to mee my Uber.

To be continued…