The Village

Taylor’s Perspective

I got to the hotel around midnight, texted the couple for a room number, then went up to the sixth floor and knocked on the door. I looked up and down the hallway as I waited, the hotel was on the beach and nice, not a five-star resort or anything but still clean and nice. The door opened… this was the moment of truth. Were their pictures real? Was I in for a hot night with a cute couple, or was I going to have to just bear it with a couple of gross dudes to make a buck? It wouldn’t have been the first time. A beefy guy in his mid-twenties opened the door and nervously invited me in, he had a sweet smile. His partner was standing behind him “Hi. I’m Jay” I said with confidence, that was the name I used in my ads. I never gave ticks my real name, and I never wanted to come off scared or weak in front of them, even though I almost always felt that way. I guess that wasn’t surprising considering my past.

The beefy man smiled, shook my hand, and said nervously “Hi… I’m um Cameron, this is my husband El.” I looked over his shoulder to see a more slight, cute as hell man with soft curly hair. They were and adorable couple, bordering hot. Cameron was beefy but not fat, kind of like a skinny guy that had gained weight then toned it up, he wore it well. El was slighter and more boyish. “Um… forgive us, but we never, um hooked up like this before” Cameron said then started to ramble nervously. “I mean we’ve hooked up with other guys and had threesomes before, definitely had threesomes before, but I mean we never answered um an ad like um yours but we thought you were hot and um…” I cut him off.

“Don’t’ be nervous” I said watching him pull some bills out of his wallet and hold them out for me. “Just set that over there” I said motioning to a desk in the corner of the room. I never touched the money before sex (it was another loophole). “Are either of you cops?” I asked getting scared looks from them both that gave me the answer before their voices confirmed they were not (another loophole). “Let’s just get comfortable” I said walking into the room. This is where I shined. I was good at putting first-timers ease and making them feel comfortable. “So, you guys are married? You’re a hot couple.” I said making small talk. They offered me a drink… I never drank when I was with clients. Beside the fact that I was underage, I needed to keep my wits about me to stay safe, but I talked the two of them into having one to take the edge off. “How long have you two been together?” I asked trying to loosen them up and set the mood. They talked a little about themselves keeping things vague. All I really learned is that they were from Milwaukee and here on some kind of business. As we talked, El was on the big bed and leaning against the headboard. I casually took off my shoes and sat in the middle of the bed next to him. I didn’t make a show of it, trying to keep things comfortable and casual. Cameron was sitting in a chair in the corner and said something, I patted the bed and said, “why don’t you come sit here so we can hear you better. Their nervousness was still looming in the air, but not nearly as heavy as it was when I first got there. Cameron was doing most of the talking as I subtly rested a hand on each of their thighs. The room was dimly lit with just a reading lamp in the corner of the room for light. I made eye contact with each other them when they spoke and my hand lightly rubbed their thighs… they were both wearing shorts and a T-shirt. The conversation lulled, so I turned to kiss Cameron on the cheek, then did the same to El. They looked at each other, then each one returned kissed my kiss. I moved my hands to the back of their heads pulling our faces together into a full-fledged three way kiss… we were off to the races.

I was in the middle and part of their exchange but it was the two of them that were kissing, I was just a conduit. I moved their hands to my crotch and they both touched my young, growing cock tentatively at first, but their moves soon became bolder and it didn’t take long before the three of us were making out and groping each other with passion. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I was the first to pull my shirt off. Each of them instinctively went for one of my nipples. Their tongues were soft and wet as they flicked them against my nipples and kissed my torso, then my abs. “You have a great body” Cameron whispered.

El ran his fingers through my long hair, then whispered, “I love your hair, it’s so soft.” His compliment was for me, but he was really telling his lover. Cameron took the cue and started to stroke my locks along with his lover. It was like they were petting me as they looked into each other’s eyes.

Cameron went for the gold as he kissed his way down my abs and started to unbutton my shorts. “Why don’t you two get more comfortable first?” I asked as I tugged at the bottom of El’s shirt with one hand and Cameron’s with the other to get the ball rolling. They each pulled off their T-shirts and I encouraged them to lose the shorts; they both stripped down to their underwear. El’s little body was naked save for a little pair of black Jockey shorts, and Cameron was sporting red and white striped boxer briefs with an impressive bulge in the front. When they got back into their positions, they started tugging at my shorts again. They yanked them off leaving me in my black jockstrap. I stroked the two of them through their underwear as their lips worshipped my young, nubile body. I pushed them off gently then moved to the foot of the bed and made the two of them sit next to each other. I tugged off their underwear and looked at their two bodies, their semi-hard cocks were just as contrasting as their bodies. Cameron’s was fat… short but fat as hell! El’s was long and slender. They were fondling each other as they looked at me and waited for my next move. They were hot together and I couldn’t help but notice their love for each other. They were very attentive to each other and kept checking in to make sure the other was good with what was happening between the three of us. I bent down and started to lick their cocks making sure my tight, perfect ass was in the air enticing them as I did. No one could resist my hot little twink ass, it was me best asset. As I was moving my tongue from cock to cock the two guys kissed each other and ran their fingers through my hair using me as a connecting point for their passion. I noticed that Cameron had several scars on his hot, beefy body, and that El looked at those scars with love and empathy, giving them his attention. He would rub his fingers across them tenderly and kiss them, like he was tending to the wounds of the past. They may have invited me into their bed for sex, but it was clear they were in love with each other.

I gave my full attention to El for a moment as I took his long cock down my throat, he moaned into their kiss as I pleasured him with my talented mouth… seriously, I was known for my amazing blowjobs. His long cock hit the back of my throat quickly and made my eyes water. Instinctively my tongue swirled and danced around his skinny member. Meanwhile, while my one had stroked him up and down, my other hand was busy with Cameron’s fat cock and balls. I brought El to the edge then pulled off him and left him wanting more as I moved over to his lover. I had to open my mouth wide to take his fat cock. What Cameron lacked in length he made up for in girth. I was turning him on big time and he responded by letting his passion loose on his lover. The two were working themselves into a frenzy. Fuck it was hot to watch. Especially with a mouth full of hard fat cock. The intimacy between them was something I hadn’t witnessed before, I knew all about sex, but this was love. After a while, they moved me back to the middle of the bed, pulled off my jockstrap and shared my meaty piece. El worked on my low hanging balls while Cameron took my cock deep down his throat. They had me hard as a rock… not that it was much of an accomplishment, I was eighteen and got hard whenever the damn wind blew.

I did my best to figure out what they wanted without killing the mood. “So, what do you guys like? What do you want?” I asked as I ran my right hand through El’s soft locks and my left down Cameron’s back. I was surprised at how forthcoming they were.

“I wanna get fucked” the quiet, innocent looking El blurted out with a growl.

“And I wanna fuck this tight little ass” Cameron said as he pushed my legs to my chest and proceeded to give me the rimming of my young life. El shifted his position and deepthroated me while Cameron ravaged my young, tight, supple hole. Oh my god, his tongue was so deep inside me, exploring every bit of my crevice. These two hotties were worshiping my body… that NEVER happened before. I was always the one doing all the work and it felt so amazing to be the one getting all the attention. “Can I fuck him?” Cameron asked El.

El nodded “If it’s okay with him. But be safe.” I agreed and reached for my shorts to pull out a rubber and a small bottle of lube. I stole my rent boy motto from the Boy Scouts ‘be prepared.’

El rolled the condom down his lover’s fat cock… it was a struggle but he had obviously done it before. “get on all fours” the quiet El commanded of me, then he got in front of me and pushed his sweet little ass into my face. I ate him out without having to be told. It was so fucking hot, his tight little pink pucker winked at me as he moaned in pleasure, I had a hand on each of his ass cheeks as I parted them for better access. Cameron was opening my hole with his lubed fingers then asked my permission to enter… permission granted.

He pushed in. “FUCK” I yelled in pain and he pulled out. Goddammit he was girthy!

“I… I... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you” Cameron stammered ass he back away.

“No, no, no, I’m good” I said. “You’re just so fucking fat.” I added trying to keep us all in the moment.

“I know that” El said with a cute giggle.

“I want it bad.” I said in a sultry voice trying to bring the mood back around, “try again, just go slowly.” Then I started in with the compliments to keep my customers satisfied “You’re just so big, I wasn’t ready for it. Damn you two are so hot” I purred as I slipped my tongue back into El’s hot little box and readied myself for Cameron’s fat cock.

Cameron got behind me, lined himself up again, planted his hand firmly on my ass cheeks, and pulled them apart as he slowly pushed his way in, checking in with me as he did. This time I pushed out to help open myself up more and his head penetrated my tight hole. It felt awesome once he was in; my lust took over as I went back to eating out El’s perfect little ass while his lover stretched my hole to its maximum capacity. Fuck he was so wide. The sensation was completely different from any other cock that had ever fucked me before and I wanted more. I pushed my ass back onto him while I shoved my face forward, smashing it into the sweet little crack in front of me. The whole scene was very hot, not like my typical bang & go gig.  All the different sensations had me moaning and groaning like an insane man.

“Fuck me, Jay” commanded the quiet El. Cameron pulled out of me with a plop. My gaping hole felt so empty at that moment. I straightened myself up onto my knees and reached for my shorts again to grab another rubber out of the pocket. I handed it to Cameron who was still behind me as he ripped the wrapper open, reached around and put it on my hard, ready-to-fuck slab of meat.

Cameron leaned over me and asked his lover, “you ready for this, baby?”

“Yeah, fuck me with his cock, Cam” El grunted in lust as he looked back over his shoulder at his lover. Cameron smiled at him adoringly, then leaned over my body and they engaged in a kiss with me wedged between them. Cameron grabbed my covered cock, lubed it up and pointed it at El’s tight little pucker, then he lined his up with my hole and pushed himself back into my eighteen year old ass while pushing me forward into his lover. I moved into the tight cavern until my balls rested in El’s ass crack and Cameron’s rested in mine. The three of us just stayed there like that for a moment, with me mounting El’s ass and Cameron mounting mine. Cameron pulled out just a little so I could fuck myself on his fat tool while pumping in and out of his lover. There was an intimate connection between the two guys. I was in the middle of the two lovers basically fucking them both, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life.

I fucked the two lovers harder and faster, pushing my cock into one and my tight hole onto the other. The two sensations combined were just fucking out of this world! Cameron pulled out of me and grunted “I’m gonna cum” and before I knew it, he had ripped of the rubber off himself and was shooting his hot load onto my muscular, young back.

“Fuck! Me too” El said with an exhale as he jacked off his load onto the hotel bed below him. His asshole contracted around my cock, squeezing it tight. That fucking did it and I shot my load into the condom. I had NEVER shot a load into a rubber before, but his ass was so tight I could feel everything. El fell onto the bed and I collapsed on top of him, Cameron laid his beefy body on top of mine and we just lay there… a heaving, panting, dogpile of post-sex. After our epic lovemaking (this wasn’t just sex, these guys made love through me), they invited me for a shower, then we ended our night with a three way kiss at the room door. If word ever got back to Seth that I was still turning tricks, that’d be the end for me at Harrington House. He had been bugging the hell out of me in our sessions asking question after question, trying to get to the root of why I felt the need to turn tricks. The answer was simple; I wanted the money. The more I put away, the safer I felt. I jumped in the Uber and had him drop me off about a block away from the building then snuck back up to my home.

I was fast asleep in my own bed when Colton knocked on my door… it was about 9AM. “C’mon, Taylor! We’re supposed to help Max and Seth up on the roof.” The dedication event was taking place on the rooftop later that day and we were all supposed to help with the set-up. The rooftop was just that, a rooftop. It was accessible from the staircase but there wasn’t much up there. However, it was the biggest space in the building and Max was transforming it into a party place with twinkle lights, a small stage, and high-top cocktail tables for people to stand around and socialize. Ricky’s parents were catering everything and there was going to be a bar too. This was a big deal to Max, it was more than the official opening of the new offices for The Village, it was an Ohmage to his grandfather. He had “Harrington House’ carved into the concrete trim above the entrance of the building as a tribute, there was currently a banner welcoming The Village to the building covering it up, tonight it would be revealed during the ribbon cutting ceremony.

I dressed quickly and went to the rooftop to join the others; the place was buzzing with activity. All the guys were hard at work moving tables around, stringing lights and assembling the portable stage. There were a couple of older lesbians and a bunch of older guys (from like 25-40 years old) helping (all of them damn hot too). Colton told me they were all board members who had come into town for the event. I went over to help Mason and Ricky string twinkle lights on the other side of the roof and then I saw them. They were standing with Max, Brody, and the other board members; El and Cameron.

Two board members paid me for sex… Ah, there was my loophole.

Brad’s Perspective

We sat at Breakfast with Randy and Kev. Just four adults having an adult conversation. No kids! This was the second meal we had eaten sans kids since arriving in North Carolina the day before and was the most grown-up time the four of us had spent together in years. We were all obviously relaxed. Scotty and I fucked like rabbits the night before and based on the sounds coming from the other side of the beach house, so did Kev and Randy. Moments of privacy were rare with two kids in the house.

“Man, those clueless guys have no idea what they just bit off with that money pit” Randy said with a laugh referring to Seth and Zach’s house purchase.

“Yeah, neither did we when we bought our place” Kevin chimed in. “But we both loved every fucking minute of it and you know it. That was such a fun time in our life.”

“Not for us” my husband Scotty said with an eyeroll and a scoff as he joined the conversation.

“Yeah, well that’s because the house was just a small part of it… it was more of a necessary evil for us” I added. When we rehabbed our place, we had only been together a couple of months. Scotty was fresh out of the closet, I had been abducted by my own father (yeah you read that’s right), we were newlyweds, and we had just taken on raising three teenagers. We weren’t all starry eyed about building the dream home where we would share our love… blah, blah, blah. There were five of us living in a two bedroom condo and tripping all over each other. We were two young guys who bit off a fuck of a lot and were trying to build a home for ourselves and three teenagers who needed one. We bought the biggest freaking dump we could afford and then made it livable. Thank god we had a village of family and friends behind us. We could NEVER have done it on our own.

“We were so freaking scared about taking in Brian, Eli, and Seth” Scotty said.

“Well, you never showed it, and look at what you two did, Whoops” Kev retorted. ‘Whoops’ was a nickname he had given to Scotty when they were kids… Scotty is a lot younger than Kev and their sister Joanie, so Kev’s claim was that Scotty was a “whoops baby” hence the nickname. “You two gave those three guys an amazing start, and all three of them are awesome men.”

“No” I responded. “We ALL did that. Hell, if it wasn’t for you and all our friends and family rallying behind us, we would have been dead in the water.”

“To the original village” Randy said holding up his coffee mug. We all followed suit and toasted with our mugs. My brothers were three awesome humans who could have easily withered away under the rigid religious law of my father or gotten lost in the foster system. They were 16, 17, and 18 when they came to live with us. Brian, the oldest, is a successful counsellor and married to Olivia (who we all love). Eli is in the middle, now he’s an electrician and engaged to  Zach’s sister Riley who just graduated college and moved to Phoenix to live with him (they hooked up and Seth and Zach’s wedding and things took off from there… no one saw that one coming). And of course, there’s Seth, … Seth is the youngest and gay… and the reason we’re all in North Carolina. He married his college sweetheart Zach (who we also love) and after grad school he worked with his friend Max to set up The Village and now he’s in North Carolina paying it forward. I was damn proud of all my brothers. The four of us reminisced about our time when they lived with us, then talked a little more about the trials and tribulations of rehabbing an old house… you know adult talk. We were enjoying our freedom from the kids. After breakfast, we went back out to BroMax Farm to find Brody dragging our kids and Zach around the farm in a cart hooked to the back of his small tractor while the dogs chased behind and Jimmy the goat bleated in the background. The kids were having a freaking ball! Max and Seth were already downtown setting up for the event and had plenty of help, so we decided to take the kids to the aquarium before the big event. Afterwards we all got dressed in our finest and headed downtown for the festivities. Brooklyn was sporting a frilly little dress that my mom bought her… she was so excited to show it off, and Maddox had on a tiny blue suit. They were both just so damn cute! Damn, I loved my kids.

At 6PM we all gathered downtown in front of the building as the Mayor held a giant pair of scissors, said a few words to welcome the crowd to the event and The Village to the neighborhood, then cut the huge golden ribbon that was strung across the front of the doorway. Then Max got up and gave a heartfelt tribute to his wonderful grandfather and how he had left a charitable trust in his will to be used to “build strong gay men, women, and nonbinary adults who can stand on their own by creating opportunities for them” The Village was his legacy. His parents and grandmother were standing on the sidewalk with proud smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes. He also spoke of Craig, the young man who inspired him (he was also in attendance that night). After his speech, they opened the first floor offices for tours, and afterwards we would all head up to the rooftop for the real celebration. No mention was made of the apartments on the second floor, we didn’t want to bring attention to the fact that we had clients living there. However, the board members had an opportunity to tour them the day before.

We stood out front talking with several of the other board members while some of the local businesspeople were touring the offices. The crowd was impressive. Seth was with Max when he sidled up behind me and whispered in my ear “they’re here.” He motioned with his head towards a group of six very conservatively dressed people (there was a whole lot of navy blue going on). They were standing on the crowded sidewalk in front of the building attempting to engage people and passing out pamphlets. They were from the church down the street, an affiliate to the church my father belonged to when we were younger. Seth had warned the board about them earlier. This was the same church that locked my brothers up to repent from their sins of disobedience, and abducted me in an attempt to get me into conversion therapy; an attempt that was thwarted through the tenacity of Scotty and our friends. A handsome, stoic looking couple approached us with big smiles and heavy southern drawls. “Hi y’all” the man said with a smile as fake as a stripper’s tits. We all muttered a noncommittal “hello.” Their presence wasn’t welcome. They both had a stack of pamphlets in their hands and started to hand them out to our little group. “We think it's great that y’all are helpin’ homeless LGBTQ… whatever alphabet soup y’all are calling it today… youth” He said with a chortle. We were unamused. “We have an incredible program designed to bring homosexual youth back to the Lord and kindly offer it up to any ‘sinners’ in need” the man said then added with a smile, “we’re all sinners now aint we.” The woman didn’t say a word, she just smiled and supported her man like the good little prop she was. I glanced at the big colorful type on the brochure in my hand and read the words ‘Come Back To The Lord.’ The pages were adorned with several photos of smiling youths who had apparently left homosexuality behind for a happier, righteous, “normal” life. The man recited the many benefits of praying the gay away (my words not his… but you get the gist).

I reached out my hand to shake his and introduced myself, “Brad, Nicholls” I said. I had taken Scotty’s name when we got married to distance myself from my father, “I’m intimately familiar with your program.” I said as I stood with my husband Scotty, Kev, Randy, Max, Seth, and Zach. They all looked my way in silence. They all knew what I had been through with the church, half of them were part of the crew that rescued me.

“That’s Wonderful” said the man as his smile got wider thinking he had found an ally in me.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the photos and videos as we talked. “My father belonged to your church back in Texas and enrolled me in your program” I said somberly as Scotty put his arm around me. Their smiles started to dissipate as they realized I wasn’t a happy, successful ‘hetero-graduate’ of their program. I pulled up a video on my phone, held it out facing the couple, and hit play “I have a video of my time there.” When Seth told me they were in the neighborhood, I asked my friend Marc from the Phoenix PD to get me a copy of a surveillance video he had… he reluctantly agreed to release it to me. It was from the condo building I lived in when I was abducted. It shows the men from the church coming out of the shadows, grabbing me, tying my hands with zip ties, and shoving a needle in my neck to knock me out. The video was spliced with a video from a second camera that captured the men dragging me into a van in front of the building. “The van in the video is registered to your church affiliate in Texas and those fine men escorting me to the program are your fellow parishioners” I said with a smile. The rest of our group was stone cold silent. “My father and his church group were arrested for their participation in that program, and don’t think for a second we would hesitate to make the same effort here if you come near any of these boys.” My stare was steel and my tone was ice. The mood was tense when my brother in-law Zach took me by surprise and stepped up to introduce himself.

“Hi, Zach Hall” he said with the charism of a politician and a smile that could warm the coldest heart. “I’m the attorney for The Village and won’t hesitate to take legal action if you harass any of our clients. Injunctions aren’t that hard to come by around here.” The woman’s smile was gone and the color drained from face.

“We were just trying to be neighborly and extend some hospitality” the man said in a snit.

“Your brand of hospitality is not welcomed here. Am I understood?” I said sternly.

“C’mon Lydia. We don’t need to suffer this indignant treatment” The man said as they turned-tail and left.

“Is there any way to get some kind of preemptive restraining order against them or something like that?” Max asked Zach after they walked away. We talked about our limited legal options as Zach explained that they would really have to make the first move before we could do anything, but if they did… he’d be on it.

It was time to move up to the roof for the celebration. There were a LOT of people up there and it looked beautiful. They had transformed a hot, lifeless rooftop into a party atmosphere.

Seth asked for our attention as he invited a speaker onto the small stage. I recognized the young man as Craig, he stepped up and turned on the microphone with confidence. “Hi, I’m Craig” the young man said. “I consider myself Client-zero. The first one to be taken in by The Village” he said eloquently with a self-assured tone. “Max, the founder and Seth The Executive Director will say that’s not true because The Village didn’t officially exist when they all helped me.” Then Craig went on to tell his story. It was a heartbreaking tale of a young man who was rejected and discarded by his family because he was gay. The story was all too familiar to many who were standing on that rooftop. I had heard it before but never met the man in-person until that night. His story was a powerful one where the people of The Village are the hero’s. When Max or Seth tells their version of the story, Craig is the hero. “Every time I say I was the first client Max corrects me and says, ‘you weren’t a client, you were our inspiration.’ He claims I changed his life, when the truth is that he, Seth, and so many of you here changed mine. Don’t tell me The Village didn’t exist.” He recalled everything people had done for him (including giving him a car for graduation) and mentioned so many people by name with Max, Seth, Zach, Brody, and Brody’s family on the top of his list. He updated everyone on his current life and how he’s studying horticulture and working in his field making enough money to support himself. He had a nice, safe place to live, good friends, and had just bought a new car. He was building a good life for himself. Then he held up an envelope and looked over to where Seth and Max were standing with their husbands and asked “So, who do I give this to?”

No one was quite sure what was happening, finally Max took the bait and asked, “What is it?”

“The title and keys to my treasured green Beatle” Craig said. “It’s cleaned out, gassed up and waiting in the alley for the next Villager.” Craig was paying it forward just as he had promised.

It was Daddy, Brody’s father who answered the question. “I’ll take that” said the burly mechanic as he walked onto the platform and hugged the young man with all his might “I’m proud of you, son” he said, choking up a bit as he spoke. “We’ll get her ready for her next mission.”

 

To be continued…

 

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Author's Note: For those of you who started reading my works with The Village and want to know more about Kevin, Randy, Scotty (Whoops), Brad and the other characters that come and go, consider starting at Exploring My True Self (the story of Kevin and Randy), Adulting (The story of Scotty and Brad's story, and also Chip and Alec's story), and Losing My Religion, The Pride Crew, and Off Campus which all follow Seth and his friends. Lastly, Simply Red, the story of Max and Brody building a life together in North Carolina. Each story builds upon the prior stories, yet were written to stand alone. Thank you all for reading, commenting, and emailing me. I appreciate the hell out of you all!