The Village

The Village 8

Cam’s Perspective

I laid in the bed late Saturday night with Elliot by my side, “we fucked up” I said quietly. We had just come home from the big event at The Village where we had learned our rent boy from the night before was a client. FUCK! We had never paid for sex before but had fantasized about it, and we were out of town, horny, and feeling adventurous… so we gave into the fantasy. Elliot and I loved each other, but we had talked forever about doing something like this… of course it backfired. That’s just my luck.

He let out a heavy sigh.  “The one time we get up the courage to be a little crazy, we pick a kid from The Village. We gotta come clean, Cam.” He said. He wasn’t wrong. Something like this could become scandalous and take the organization down.

There was a cookout at BroMax Farm on Sunday afternoon for all the board members and supporters of The Village. “We can talk to Seth and Max tomorrow. I dunno, maybe we should resign from the board” I said having absolutely no clue what the fuck I would say to them. “Do you think Taylor will be there?” Taylor was our rent boy, he told us his name was Jay but we learned his real name at the event when Zach introduced us. The kid just smiled mischievously and acted as though we had never met before, he put on an incredible performance, he was an amazing liar. We avoided him for the rest of the night.

“Probably” Elliot said. “I heard Max and Brody invite all the boys.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I did something stupid and it was biting me in the ass like a shark feeding on a sealion. “Maybe we should talk to Taylor first and warn him, this will impact his future too.” Elliot was right, the three of us were involved in this together… intimately involved. We owed him that much. Elliot and I kissed goodnight, then I spooned him. Neither of us got much sleep that night.

In the morning, we got dressed and went down to the lobby for the continental breakfast before heading to BroMax Farm for the cookout. Fuck! I was not ready to face the music, but it was the right thing to do. Over breakfast, Elliot and I discussed what we would say to Seth and Max. We both just played with the pastries on our plates… neither of us could eat. “Maybe we should go over now and talk to them before everyone gets there” I said.

“But then we’re throwing Taylor to the wolves” Elliot responded while looking at his plate. “We gotta talk to him first, he deserves a heads up.”

“I have his number from the other night” I said, “Let’s call him” Elliot agreed and we dialed the number. Our hearts were beating as it rang… no answer.

“Text him” Elliot said. I sent a text ‘Please call me. We need to talk this morning.’

‘about what?’ he texted back almost instantaneously.

‘About the other night’ I texted back. No answer. ‘We’re going to let Max and Seth know what we did and resign from the board.’ That was enough to get a response.

‘NO!” said the text. Then the phone immediately rang, I answered and Taylor just jumped into it “Please, don’t do this to me guys, PLEASE! I need to be here.” We told him what we were thinking and we didn’t back down. We had to do this for the good of The Village. “There’s a coffee house two doors down from The Village. Can you meet me there?” He asked and we agreed, then got into our rented car and headed downtown to meet him. When we got to the quaint little coffee house Taylor was sitting at a four-top table waiting for us.  He had already ordered a cup of coffee for himself. Damn, the guy was hot. “Thanks for coming” he said meekly with a brilliant smile on his face. We went to the counter and got our drinks before we sat down at the table with him.

“Listen, Taylor” I said, calling him by his real name for the first time. “This could get out of hand quickly if word gets out to donors, the community…”

Elliot jumped in “or that frickin’ church down the street.” He took a sip of his hot coffee before he continued. “Too much is at stake here, Taylor. A scandal like this could bring down the entire organization before it really even gets going.”

“Has this program helped you?” I asked.

He nodded, “Yup. The people here have done more for me than anyone in my life. It’s like the closest thing to a family I’ve ever had” He said looking down at his coffee. Then he looked up with a pathetic look on his face “Guys, please don’t take that away from me. I promise I won’t turn tricks anymore.” I appreciated the effort but knew damn well he was an amazing actor and we couldn’t trust his word.

Elliot was the one to speak up. “Good. But I’m sorry, that’s not enough. We have to protect The other guys in the program, and the future of The Village. This is about more than just us” he said. “Part of being an adult is owning up to your mistakes. This is nonnegotiable.”

Taylor sat there and stared at us for a moment with pleading eyes (although I assumed it was just an act). He took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Fucking fine” he said in a pissed off tone that signaled his acceptance. “At least let me go with you when you tell them” he begged. I wasn’t sure if he planned on making a confession or foiling ours, either way we agreed to his request. The three of us talked a little longer about our plan of attack, then headed to BroMax Farm for the moment of truth… together.

When we got there, just the four guys were there. All four of them were on the back deck cleaning the grill and getting things set up for the cookout. “Hey guys, you’re early” Max shouted to us as we walked up the steps to the deck.

“Taylor?” Seth asked giving the kid a confused look. “Did you ride with these guys? Welcome.” He shot the same look to Elliot and me. I’m sure he was wondering what the hell the three of us were doing together.

“We need to talk to you guys” I said. Zach and Brody were listening in, I figured we might as well tall them all. The six of us sat down at the big patio table on the deck.

“So, what’s up?” Brody asked as the four of them looked at the three of us for an answer.

We sat there in silence for a moment with the three of us exchanging glances. Finally, I sighed heavily “Listen guys, we did something stupid” I took another deep breath and let it out. “Elliot and I decided it would be fun to mess around with a third guy while we were out of town… and um, we went to this um website an hired a rent boy” I said looking over at Taylor who sheepishly raised his hand. Now the three of us were staring at the four of them waiting for a response.

“Did the three of you... um… you know?” Zach asked. Elliot and I nodded, and Taylor looked down at the table.

“We had no idea who he was until last night. If we knew he was with The Village we would never have gone through with it” Elliot said. “I know that’s not an excuse for what we did, but it’s the truth.”

“We wanted to come clean before the problem got bigger” I said. “I know this is bad. We’re both going to resign from the board, and frankly I’m not sure what else to do.” We were in over our heads.

Max shook his head (he looked pissed), Seth let out a heavy sigh (there was a lot of heavy sighing going around that morning), while Zach and Brody just sat there with shocked looks on their faces.

“Taylor” Seth said. “You played a pretty big role here, what are your thoughts?” It was at that moment that I realized how young Taylor really was. He looked like a little boy who got called into the principal’s office. He stayed silent and just looked down.

Max looked at Zach, “any thoughts on the legalities of all this?” Zach basically said he thought it was more of a PR issue than a legal issue since all parties were adults. Seth and Max got up and went into the house to call Chip in private. Chip handled the PR for The Village, unfortunately he couldn’t make the event that weekend, but they needed his input.

Taylor eked out an “I’m sorry guys” to Zach and Brody while we waited for Seth and Max to return.

“Taylor” Brody said looking the boy straight in the eyes and said, “our purpose is to give you a fair shot at life, what you do with it is your business. But dammit, y’all almost got killed in Atlantic City doin’ this crap. When the hell are you gonna start learnin’ from your mistakes.”

“Brody, you have my word that…” Taylor started to say.

Brody cut him off. “I love ya’ son, but yer word aint worth shit around here right now.” Damn, that was harsh and I watched as Taylor’s face fell. “You gave us your word last time, and here we are again. You coulda’ gotten hurt, or killed, or…”

Seth and Max walked in as Brody was lecturing Taylor and Max finished Brody’s thought “or your trick could’ve followed you back the Harrington House and put the other guys in danger. What the hell were you thinking?!” Max said, he was pissed. Taylor started to speak when Max shut him down, “you WEREN’T thinking. You deliberately broke the rules. Again! You lied right to our faces.” I don’t ever recall seeing Max so mad. “We’re trying to help you, Taylor but you’re your own worst obstacle!” Max’s voice sounded desperate. He loved these kids.

Seth stepped up as the voice of Reason “We called an emergency board meeting; everyone is coming early to sort this out. Max Already called his parents and In-laws and asked them to come early to host the party while we meet.” Seth was a rock as he laid out the plan. We’re going to accept your resignations from the board as a precautionary measure in case things blow up. After that you’ll be dismissed from the meeting and we’ll discuss Tyler’s situation.”

My sweet husband asked, “Can I still handle the books for The Village? I believe in what you’re doing and want to help.” We both did, and resigning was not easy. We were proud to be part of The Village and wanted to help these kids, but we made a dumbass mistake and we had to do the right thing.

“That would be great, I’ll bring it up with the board” Seth replied.

That afternoon the board meeting went exactly as Seth said it would. The board accepted our resignations and got Chip working on a crisis plan just in case things backfired. Taylor asked             to speak to the board, we expected him to make a plea but instead he made an apology and thanked them for all they had done for him. That was all he had to say. After the three of us left, the board decided it was best if Taylor left Harrington House, but they wanted to make sure he was set up for success first. They agreed to let him stay until the end of the month. He had made good progress in the program and Seth planned to work with him to fast track his job search and apartment search to make sure he had his ducks in a row. The board was focused on his success, but felt it would be best if he moved out of the building. The interesting thing was that no one judged us, in fact they were all very supportive and just trying to do what was best for all involved. But I’d be lying if I told you the experience wasn’t Humiliating.

After the meeting the subject was dropped and the board returned to the cookout as if nothing ever happened. 

Colton’s Perspective

What an amazing weekend it had been! So many people came to town for the dedication event, including the entire board, local business owners, other guys from The Village, Max’s family, Seth’s family, and of course Brody’s entire family was around helping out as they always did. So many people there to support them… to support us. The only negativity was from the church down the road, but I think they got the hint that they weren’t welcome. There was a lot going on, but one person caught my attention, Craig. We spent the entire night talking at the dedication event. Craig had lived with Max and Brody after his father kicked him out, just like me. He was the first one they helped and he inspired Max to start The Village. Craig and I were so much alike! We both had kind of normal upbringings, I mean far from perfect but we had homes and families… that was until we turned 18 and our parents kicked us out. We even looked a little alike, light brown hair, green eyes, lean, toned, he was about an inch taller than me with maybe fifteen more pounds of muscle. All the guys at The Village had stories, but Craig’s was the closest to my own and we just connected. He gave me hope. The guy had his shit together after just a year and a half! He was studying horticulture, working in a job he loved, had a nice place to live, he had even bought himself a new car and donated the one Brody’s family gave him for graduation back to The Village. He was a good guy, so easy to talk to, and that smile of his… damn. Max was right, he was an inspiration.

We exchanged numbers Saturday night at the event and he texted me when he got back to his hotel. We had been texting back and forth for a while that night when he texted ‘my hotel is only a few blocks away and my room has two huge beds. Come over and hang out’ with a smiley face. Oh shit. Hang out? What did that mean? Was it a friendly invite or something more? I liked this guy and could really use a friend. I mean yeah, I hung out with the guys from The Village, and Ricky, and Timmy. But we were all more like friends due to circumstance, we didn’t have a lot in common. On the other hand, he was cute as fuck and it had been a long time since I had had more than a friend. I had a secret boyfriend for a while in high school, but that was more experimentation than anything else, and ever since my parents threw me out, I’ve been too focused on just getting my act together to even think about dating. It’s just been me and my hand. I had thought about dating one of the guys from the program… heck, I even had a crush on Ricky for a while. But that was as close to romance or sex I’d gotten in a long time, and I didn’t have any truly deep friendships. I had no clue what Craig was thinking, but there was one way to find out.

‘What’s your room number?’ I texted back before I jumped in the shower and pulled on a nice pair of shorts and a cute polo. I walked the few blocks to the hotel on the waterfront, went to his floor, and stood in front of his door just staring for a minute. Finally, I took a deep breath and knocked as I exhaled. He answered the door with a smile, an adorable fucking smile I might add, greeted me, and invited me in. I took another deep breath and crossed the threshold.

“You hungry? I was gonna order French fries from room service” Craig said handing me the menu. I got the same thing and we ordered a couple of cokes, sat on one of the big beds, watched a movie and talked, and laughed.

Then I admitted “I’m glad you called; I don’t sleep very well”

“Me either” Craig responded. “When I was living with Max and Brody, Zoey slept with me every night, he made me feel safe. But since then, I don’t asleep as well.”

Oh my god we were so much alike. “ME TOO!” I said almost screaming with excitement, I know that sounds like a weird thing to get excited about, but I felt less alone. “I made them let Zoey stay with me the first night I slept at my new apartment.”

Craig laughed then added “I’m jealous” with a laugh. Then he jumped off the bed, went to his suitcase and pulled out a little gift bag with dog treats. “These are homemade from a dog bakery in St Louis. I’m gonna give them to Zoey at the cookout tomorrow.” He said with a cute blush. “I miss that damn dog so much.” That melted my heart. Our conversation got more intimate from there as we talked about our fears and loneliness, it was nice to talk about it with someone besides Seth. We were sitting side by side on the bed and there was a moment where our eyes met after we had both just laughed at something he said. The room was dimly lit, we were both smiling, and I was happy. Truly happy for the first time in a long time when he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

‘HELL TO THE FUCKING YES YOU CAN’ I thought to myself as my lips uttered a shy “yes please.” Craig leaned in and my lips met the two softest lips on god’s green earth. It was a short, sweet, loving kiss. We both pulled back and looked at each other. My face could barely contain my smile and neither could his.

“Damn, you’re a good kisser” he said before leaning in for another. Our sweet, loving kiss continued for a while until passion took over. Before things went too far, he whispered sweetly to me, “I really haven’t done anything with anyone in a long time, but this feels so good.” I agreed and admitted that it had been a long while for me too, then leaned in for more.

That kiss. Oh my god, that kiss. It was a rebirth for me. I hadn’t felt this loved, or wanted, or… or… hopeful in… well… EVER. Yeah, it was just a kiss and we barely knew each other, but my life had been lacking intimacy, the loving touch of another human. We kissed some more, then Craig stopped and we looked at each other, our eyes locked as he tentatively and gently put his hand on the front of my bulging shorts, awaiting a reaction. I responded by doing the same to him. We were both already hard as we leaned in to continue our kiss. Our hands started to explore each other’s bodies over our clothes slowly and tenderly. I loved his touch, it was so gentle as he stimulated everything in me, there were shivers running up and down my spine. I wasn’t that experienced, but damn… was it always this fucking hot?

“Um, take off your shirt, please” Craig whispered with a grin. I moved like the flash… that freaking shirt was laying on the floor within a second making Craig laugh uproariously. “Don’t gotta ask you twice, do I?” He said with a cute grin as he slowly removed his shirt. “C’mere, Kneel on the bed.” I did as he asked and we were kneeling bare chested on the bed face to face. He asked, “can I hug you?” My heart was beating wildly as I nodded my approval and he pulled me in for an embrace. He held my bare chest tight against his smooth, firm torso. His skin was warm and his heart was beating as fast as mine, it was the most intimate moment of my life. I was so raw and exposed to another human, this wasn’t sex, it was intimacy and I was experiencing it for the very first time.

I took the initiative this time and went in for another kiss from his soft, full lips slipping my tongue between them. Our tongues wrestled as his strong arms pulled me tighter and tighter against his well-defined chest. Our hands started to fumble with each other’s shorts as we tried to strip each other. Still kneeling on the bed, we wriggled, fumbled, squirmed, and writhed ourselves out of our clothes, our lips never parting. We both stripped down to our underwear, oh my god he wore the sexiest red thong with a peek-a-boo opening so I could see his little tuft of light brown hair… he was obviously expecting me to see them. He stopped and leaned back on his knees. “Are you good with this?” He asked.

My smile gave him the answer and my lips agreed, “Hell yeah I am.” I whimpered. “Are YOU good with this?” He answered by moving my hand to his thong so I could feel his rock fucking hard cock. It felt so hot and amazing in my hand. I stared straight through him as I stroked it up and down. He moaned his approval, then took mine in his hand.

“Damn, you ARE good with this, aren’t you?” He asked when he felt my steel pipe through my briefs. We kissed, and groped, and purred for a long time. The moment was so perfect that it was almost enough for me. Human touch, intimacy, his hard cock in my hand, his lips against mine. We didn’t need to go further for me to be content… but I fucking wanted more. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his sexy little thong and pulled it down as far as they would go. His magnificent man meat slapped against his abs. With a smile he did the same to me until we were both naked except for the tiny briefs crumpled at our kneecaps. He put one of his strong arms around me and pulled me tight against him so our eager cocks were touching. He reached between us and held them together… fuck me! It was so hot, so erotic, so intimate. The electricity of his touch pulsed through me and made me feel alive, new… hopeful. That word was in my head again… hopeful. “lay down” Craig whispered. When I did, he pulled my underwear completely off me, then pulled his off too. We were completely naked with him kneeling between my legs. He kept checking with me, making sure he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. “Can I suck you off?” he asked in a sultry whisper.

I just nodded. I tried to say, “hell yes,” but the words wouldn’t come out. He laid down with his head between my legs and started licking my balls. His tongue was warm and felt so wide, I swear it felt like it was covering my entire ball sac. I reveled in the feeling as it worked its way up the underside of my shaft then to my bulbous purple head. I was so hard it was painful and I felt like I was about to burst out of my skin. Craig went down on me, engulfing my full eight inches. I was long but just average girth and seemed to fit perfectly in Craig’s mouth and down his throat.

He gagged, pulled off, and looked up at me with tears in his eyes. He laid next to me, turned to face me, and said “sit on my face” with the grin again. Dammit he was cute! And he WANTED ME! God, it felt so good to be wanted by someone, by anyone… by Craig. I smiled back, gave him a quick peck as I flipped my body around, sat on his face, bent over, and came face to face with the most beautiful specimen of manhood I had ever seen. Seriously, it was hard and soft at the same time, the veins were so well defined and a blueish color, the balls hung so naturally and low, while the shaft curved just a little to his left as it rested naturally against his toned abs.  I could help but take it in my hand before putting my mouth over it. Meanwhile, Craig had already taken me down his throat and was massaging my balls. He tapped my hole with his forefinger… holy shit! It was like lightening shot through me. I had never felt like this before. I started fucking down into his mouth as he fucked up into mine, it was the most amazing sixty nine. The little hotel room was filled with our collective moans of pleasure.

Craig put his finger in his mouth, then tapped on my hole again, this time pushing in. FUUUUUCK!!!!! He hit something inside of me and I could feel my balls heating up, and my orgasm building. I pulled off his cock to warn him and tried to pull out of his mouth but he put both his hands on my firm ass and pulled me deeper into his mouth. I was down his throat and he was swirling his tongue around my shaft as he gagged and sputtered on my dick, refusing to let me pull out. I let out an animalistic groan as I shot my pent-up load into is gullet. His hand was still massaging my balls as if he was trying to squeeze the juice out of them. At the same time, he thrust up quickly several times and shot his load into my mouth. I was concentrating on my own orgasm and his load totally took me by surprise… I swallowed every fucking drop.

After we milked each other dry I flipped around and laid next to Craig, we were side by side and face to face. He leaned in and kissed me, he tasted like my cum and I tasted like his. There was a long period of silence where we just looked at each other… grinning. When the silence was finally broken, we just laid on the bed and talked some more. He talked about his dad and how they were slowly and painfully trying to reconcile. Then I reached over to my shorts, pulled out my wallet, and handed him the folded piece of paper. It was the note my father had left taped to one of the garbage bags holding my clothes when he threw me out of the house. It read ‘You’re an adult. If you want to be gay that’s your choice, but not here.’ The words on that note were basically the last communication from my parents. My entire life changed when I read that note and it was a reminder that my family doesn’t want me. Craig understood. He just held me.

At that moment I felt hopeful. I knew there was more out there for me. I fell asleep with Craig spooning me. I felt safe.

To be continued…