The Village

Seth’s Perspective

It was the weekend before Halloween… our very first Halloween with the kids and they were so damn excited. We’d been working on Izzy’s “Wella” costume for a couple of weeks (Maggie was going as Snow White), every last sparkle of glitter had to be perfect for the little princess. Grandma found some “glass slippers” (plastic shoes, but she didn’t know the damn difference) when she was visiting… oh my god Izzy was beside herself with excitement and she would’ve dressed up for daycare every day if we let her. Freddy, Teddy, and Sammy were going as The Flash, Superman, and Batman, they fought and fought about who was going to be who… Freddy got Superman, Teddy got The Flash, and Sammy ended up as Batman. They had had their costumes for a week and all three of them were DYING to wear them. They had done all their chores and earned their points so they got their pumpkin carving/sleepover party at our house, and (after a shitload of begging) we agreed to let them wear their costumes to the pumpkin farm when we went to pick out their pumpkins.

A few nights before the sleepover Freddy got out of bed and came down to the living room to talk to me and Zach who were sitting on the couch enjoying the quiet after the kids wet to bed. He was in his Superman PJ’s and had the most serious look on his six-year-old face when he said, “Dads” (Now, he had NEVER called us that before! He had called us daddy Zeff and Daddy Sach as a joke, and even called us both “daddy” a couple of times, but this was his first serious, adult-like “Dads”). “Can there be just boys at my sleepover?”

“What do you mean? It is just boys” Zach said treating Freddy as an adult.

“There’s one girl” Freddy stated as he looked at us trying to say it without saying it.

“You mean Izzy?” I asked.

“And Petunia?” Zach added to lighten the mood.

Freddy laughed, “Petunia’s a dog not a girl.”

“But no Izzy?” I asked again. He shook his head. “Why not?”

“She’s a baby… and I just wanna have big kids there” he said stating his case. I guess he was at that age where it wasn’t cool to love your little sister in front of your friends. Zach and I exchanged glances. Freddy and Izzy were pretty much attached at the hip, but I guess he was ready for a little freedom.

“Let us think about it, okay?” Zach said.

Freddy smiled and nodded, then defended his request, “I love Izzy, I just wanna hang with my friends without her one time.” He held up his index finger to emphasize ‘one time.’

“We get it” I said with a smile. “Go back to bed, we can talk about it in the morning. He scampered back upstairs. “Well, that was a surprise” I said looking at Zach.

“I totally get it” Zach said, “I loved Riley when we were kids, but she used to bug the fuck outta me and my friends, and sometimes I just wanted to hang with the guys.”

“Yeah, but there is no way Izzy’s gonna stay away from them” I said with a chuckle.

“Too bad my parents are in Wisconsin or she could stay there” Zach responded.

“Maybe she can sleepover at Maggie’s?” I suggested. We talked about it a little more then I called Gina. She thought the whole thing was hilarious.

“Her and Maggie can be pains in the ass” Gina joked, “but yeah, she can stay here, they can try on their costumes and we can have a girls night. I’ll have Maggie ask her in the morning.” We had a plan, but I made Gina promise to send us pics… The two tiny Divas were cute as hell together.

So, come Saturday, Freddy and the boys got their hard-earned boys-only weekend. We dropped Izzy off at Maggie’s house in the morning (with her costume safely hanging in a garment bag), then we went back home and Freddy put on his Superman costume. Sammy and Teddy showed up at our place around noon in their costumes ready for the big adventure to the pumpkin farm. Suzanne had packed Sammy a giant suitcase for his overnight stay and gave us a hundred bucks for food, pumpkins, etc. she even made a damn list of do’s and don’ts. Zach promptly took the list from her and said, “Yeah… we’ll be ignoring this. It’s boys night!” Ronda laughed and pulled her overprotective wife to the Subaru as she waved goodbye to us all.

Max and Brody on the other hand dropped Teddy off with his overnight bag, kissed him goodbye and yelled “Have fun! See you in the morning” then got in their pickup and drove off to work on the new building. They were buried in the rehab of the old church (which we were now calling The New BroMax Candle Company… it wasn’t the church anymore) and were planning on spending the day there to get some work done. They were grateful that Teddy was hanging with us for the day, and frankly we were grateful to have him… we loved that kid.

Zach and I took the three superheroes out to Chuck E. Cheese to start their earned boys day of fun. It was so much fun watching the three of them interact like tiny little people. They competed at games, trash talkin and cheering each other on. They teased each other and shared their stuff, they were good together. After lunch we headed to a local pumpkin farm to pick out pumpkins, BroMax used to have a patch of pumpkins in their garden but Max replaced them with herbs as the demand from the candle company grew. Had I thought about it when I planted my garden, I would’ve planted pumpkins (I made a mental note for next season). The pumpkin farm was a gas! They had dozens of little vignettes made of pumpkins, like Charlie Brown with The Great Pumpkin, The Incredibles, and rip-offs of everything Pixar and Disney (including Cinderella with a pumpkin coach that made me miss Izzy). There was The Justice League with pumpkin heads which made the guys go nuts. They ran up to the display and Sammy yelled, “Our costumes are way better!”

Which got him a collective “Yeah!” from his other two crime fighting comrades. The three of them posed in every way imaginable with the pumpkin versions of “themselves” … and of course we took a million pics and videos. They also had a life-size wooden cutout of The Wizard of Oz cast with the faces cutout so the kids could put their faces in there and get their pictures taken, the thing had to be fifty years old but the boys didn’t care. Everything was new to them. They ran from display to display with excitement and checked everything out, including every damn pumpkin in the place. Oh my god, they examined every pumpkin before each picked out a pumpkin, then Teddy’s was bigger than the other two so the other two found different ones, then Freddy’s was bigger so they all went looking again, and so on and so on… they must’ve picked out about a dozen pumpkins each before they settled on their final choices. Of course, I was snapping pics all afternoon and sending them to the other parents while Zach recorded the whole thing on video. Ronda texted back to one of the pics “Okay, next year we’re all going. You’re having way too much fun without us.” The other parents all texted back their agreement on that thought and we tentatively planned next year’s trip to the pumpkin farm.

We finally got our pumpkins (hell yes me and Zach were gonna carve pumpkins too) and had just walked into the barn to pay when Freddy said, “Wait, we gotta get one for Izzy!” I loved that he always looked out for her… even when he was taking a well-earned break from her.

“Go pick one out for your sister” Zach said.

“Can I pick some out for my daddies too?” Teddy asked with an awesome look of excitement in his eyes.

“And my mom’s?!” Sammy chimed in.

Zach looked at me and shrugged, “Pumpkins for everyone!!” He yelled and the three boys were off to find more pumpkins. After we had our shitload of pumpkins, (ten in all and each one hand-picked for someone) we got into the Atlas and headed back to the house. On the way back Zach said, “did you guys know a witch used to live in our house?”

“NUH UH!” Sammy yelled in pure, innocent awe.

“FOR REAL?!” Teddy asked with his eyes open wide.

Then Freddy gulped and asked, “Did she live in my room?”

Zach just shrugged and said, “maybe. Who knows for sure?” Then continued to spin a yarn about the old witch who lived in our house who cackled as she concocted evil potions on the stove. “sometimes I can still hear her cackling” Zach added for emphasis making all three boys gasp.

I did my best not to crack up as the boys hung on his every word of bullshit my husband spewed. He had the three boys freaking out with his spooky tale until we pulled into the drive and up to our old farmhouse. When the car stopped, they were so preoccupied with unloading their pumpkins and getting ready to carve that they forgot all about the witch and were ready for more fun. We set ourselves up at the kitchen island; Zach had picked up kid-safe pumpkin carving tools for each one of them and the two of us used our big boy kitchen knives. The three of them worked diligently creating the perfect Jacko lanterns… they asked for the occasional assist but they were all determined to do it themselves. Again, I was amazed by their teamwork. These three were so much fun to watch.

After they were done carving the pumpkins, we put candles in them and set them up on the counter with the kitchen lights off… the boys were all proud of their masterpieces (yeah, so were we). For dinner I made every finger food I could come up with, pizza rolls, pigs in a blanket with little Vienna sausages, mozzarella sticks, etc. etc. (I think we fed Sammy every forbidden food on his do’s and don’ts list) and they ate every damn morsel. After that we watched Hokus Pokus and ate popcorn until bedtime. When it was time for bed the three boys brushed their teeth, put on their PJ’s, and went into Freddy’s room. We had moved the extra bunk from Izzy’s room into Freddy’s so they three could share a room. Zach and I said good night then went down to the Living room to watch TV. The boys were still excited and stayed up talking and laughing for about another hour, we eavesdropped on their conversation through the monitor… oh my god they were so funny. Every now and then Zach would cackle like a witch and we’d watch the boys on the monitor as they freaked out and hid under the covers.

The three best buds were having the time of their lives on a sleepover that they earned by doing their chores. Life at The Witch’s House was good.

Max’s Perspective

Holy Shit! I had bitten off a lot! We bought a church and were rehabbing it for the candle company… that’s what I said, we bought a fucking church! We started demolition as soon as we closed the deal, frankly there wasn’t that much to demo… it was basically a big empty room. We had to pull some old cabinets out of the old sacristy, remove a lot of junk the church left behind in the basement rooms, and pull up a LOT of carpet, but that was about it. It only took us a few days. Eli was doing the electric work to get us ready for the new (and old) equipment we’d be moving in. Bubba and his crew had already sanded down the cement floors in the main church to get them ready to stain and polish, and were working on putting in proper ventilation for the equipment. They were also converting the old choir loft into offices, and the huge entry into retail space, and of course painting everything. There was so much to do, but we were getting it done. Our goal was to open Thanksgiving weekend with a big reveal party on Small Business Saturday… the Waterfront business group was having an event to bring people to the area for Christmas shopping and we wanted to be part of it.

It was Saturday night, Eli, Bubba, and the crew had called it a day, Teddy was at a sleepover at Seth and Zach’s with his best friends (he was so damn excited about it), and me and Brody were alone in the new home of BroMax Candle Company. We both had projects we were working on and since we didn’t have Teddy we decided to work late into the night. We had grabbed Chinese takeout for dinner, shut down some of the bright lights to give our eyes a rest, and took a dinner break. Brody put a canvas drop cloth down on the altar and set up the food on it. I lit a few sage candles to try to kill any fag-hating demons the church from hell may have left behind (Actually, I lit them because they smelled good and gave our eyes a rest… killing the demons was just a bonus). As we filled our plates, we talked about the progress we were making, what was left to do overall, and our to-do list for the night.  Then we took a moment to just breathe… we hadn’t done a lot of that recently.

“This place is really shapin’ up” Brody said.

“I can’t believe we bought a fucking church” I laughed in response.

“I know. Right? But hail Maxwell, it’s the perfect space for BroMax Candles” Brody replied. “Ya’ got capacity and storage to meet all the new orders, and room to grow, plus ya’ got The Village across the street… and shit, we got a damn steal on the place, it’s a smart investment.”

Brody was right.  We started talking about our plans for the future of the company, when I looked at him in the dimly lit church and said, “there is no way in hell I could’ve taken my hobby this freaking far without you.”

He answered with a smile, “you’re damn right there aint, Maxwell” then he kissed me. His lips were greasy from the egg foo young but he tasted good. Total side note here, but I noticed that the longer he was back in North Carolina, the stronger his accent got.

We kept eating and talking for a while and when the food was gone, I said, “well we should get back to pounding it out.” After I said it, Brody got a big, devilish smirk on his face. I knew that damn smirk and smirked back.

“There’s somethin’ I wanna pound out right here” He said as he leaned in kissed me, biting my lower lip.

“Not here on the damn altar” I protested. The reality of it was we hadn’t had sex in a while. Between the day-to-day operations of the candle company, Teddy, The Village (although Seth was handling 99.9% of everything), and now the church renovation, I was too damn tired for sex.

“Why the hell not? We’re already burnin’ some sage, and y’all are the closest thing to a virgin we got… what better sacrifice?” he said with a sultry laugh.

“Gay sex in this church… that’s kinda like full circle” I laughed.

“Oh hell, Maxwell. You met some a’ them church elders. There aint no way we’re the first ones to have gay sex in here” Body said making us both chuckle as we sat there with our legs crossed Indian style. He leaned in and pushed me to my back. I uncrossed my legs and before I knew it, my hot little husband was on top of me grinding his hard cock into groin and exploring my mouth with his hot tongue. There was something about sex with Brody… he was a quiet guy, but extremely bold in the bedroom (or on the church altar as the case may be). He was dominant but tuned into my body, he knew every button to push and how to push it. He was subtly undoing my jeans as we made out and put his hands inside. He started massaging my member, bringing it to life. We had worked our asses off all day... hell, more like all week, and I was sitting on the former church altar just taking a quick dinner break. The next thing I knew, my hot little husband was all over my jock… lol and I loved it! Brody lie on top of me and hooked his thumbs into the waist of my jeans and pulled them down, I wriggled around trying to get out of the confines of my pants… it took a little work and a little time, but soon I was free! Sitting on the altar with no pants, my red pubes almost glowing by the light of the candle. It had been a while since me and Brody had been intimate, hell I hadn’t even masturbated in over a week. The chilled air in the big, empty church blew over my private parts, that was all it took to make me hard as the freaking marble floor in the entryway.

Brody stood, stripped naked right there on the damn church altar (or in his words, “nekkid”), then he sat on my face and leaned over to suck my cock, pushing his sweaty, musky asshole over my mouth and nose. The scent and taste of Brody’s hole and his warm mouth on my cock shifted my lust into high gear. I couldn’t get enough of his sweet, musky, funky hole… it was like this dirty piece of our perfectly clean, romantic love puzzle… does that make any sense at all? Our love was pure, our relationship a true partnership, we were good parents, and a perfect love match for each other… we had such a sweet love. But underneath there was this raw, sexy, dirty, lust! I loved his funk. I loved his cock. I loved his smell. I loved his hole!!! All the dirty things that we kept to ourselves turned me on and powered our love to amazing heights.

With Brodes on top of me in a sixty nine, his mouth on my cock, and my tongue deep up his sweaty hole, I was compelled to smack his ass. The slap of my hand on his tight ass and the yelp of pleasure that followed echoed through the old church louder than any Halleluiah ever sung there over the last century. God, that was so hot, so I did it again. After the yelp, Brody moaned with my cock in his mouth and buried it even deeper down his throat. His nose was buried in my red bush and I could feel him inhaling my scent, he was as into it as I was as he deepthroated me with fervor grunting, gurgling, and gagging as he used his natural juices to slicken my missile for launch.

He took my cock out of his mouth and rolled onto his back, “Sit on me, Maxwell” he grunted. I did as requested and squatted over him face to face. My hands were planted on his taut little chest as I lowered myself onto him. Once I bottomed out, I just sat there and reveled in the feel of his hard cock in me. I wriggled myself back and forth, and side to side on his fuck stick. My head was thrown back, my ass was working his cock, and my nails grazed his chest. I tweaked his nipples and his painful appreciation came out in the form of a scream that echoed through the vast structure. I bounced up and down fucking myself on him, while my hand ran up and down my shaft trying to coax my swimmers to the surface.

“Y’all are gonna make me cum. Hail yes, make me cum, Maxwell” Brody begged. I whimpered and bounced faster, lifting myself higher and dropping myself harder. He felt so fucking good in me!!! His cock was hitting all the right places until finally… with euphoric pleasure and total abandon I let my load loose. My cum flew into the air and landed with a quiet plop on his chest while my sphincter gripped him tighter. “Fuck, I’m cummin’, don’t stop” Brody whispered with a breathless yell shooting his hot load deep into my tight ass. I bounced up and down a few more times before my sweaty, muscular body collapsed on his smallish frame. I was trying to milk the last few drops of pleasure out of our unexpected, dirty fuck. “That was fuckin’ hot as hail!” Brody whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek.

Before I could even answer him with a breathless, ‘I needed that,’ we heard a loud *BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM.” Someone was pounding on the main doors of the old building. We scrambled to collect our clothes and make ourselves presentable. I tried to hide the evidence dirty sex and turned on the overhead lights while Brody made his way to the front door. I was picking up the remnants of our dinner when Brody walked back into the room with Ricky, Timmy, Mason, Colton, Ella, and a couple of other Villagers following behind.

“Damn, this place is looking great” Ricky said in awe as the gang entered, then he yelled across the big room, “Hey Max, we saw the lights on and thought we’d come see the place.” Ricky had been holding down the fort for me at the barn that week while I handled the rehab. He had seen the church before we bought and was dying to see the progress. Brody and I showed everyone around while Ricky added color commentary to our tour. The guys ended up helping us for a while with a couple of projects for a while and then went back to whatever they were doing. I thought it was cool that Ricky, Timmy, Mason, Colton, and Ella were all hanging out with The Villagers. Seth had really turned Harrington House into a community.

After everyone left, Brody and I worked until about 2AM before heading back to BroMax and passing out in our bed… we were too tired to even shower. I had been texting with Seth all night and it looked like Teddy was having an awesome time with his best friends… those three were inseparable, more like brothers than friends. We were all meeting for breakfast at a little diner out in the middle of nowhere at 10AM to do the kid exchange. Brody and I slept in until 9 (which was ridiculously late for us), then got up and showered together. It was nice having the place to ourselves for a little while.

We were the last to show for breakfast, and when we walked in, the tiny diner was mayhem. The parents were all discussing our plans for trick or treating later that week. We lived in the middle of fucking nowhere so there was no place to go out by us or by Dylan and Gina’s place. The other parents had decided that on Halloween we would hit BA and Daddy’s neighborhood first, then Eli and Riley’s community, and then over to Ronda and Suzanne’s neighborhood. Seth wanted to end the night by taking all the kids to see the guys in The Village. So, we had a plan.

All the kids were in costume eating breakfast and talking excitedly over each other. The boys were all dressed as superheroes, and the girls were both princesses. Even DJ was dressed up as the Green Lantern. There was this awesome, childlike excitement that filled the place. Man, our world had changed so much over the years. And I fucking loved it.

 

To be continued…