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Colton’s Story
It was New Year’s Eve morning, I’d been working a lot of shifts throughout the holidays, there every night, covering everyone’s shifts, my reward was New Year’s Eve off. I was in my kitchen working on the food, Ella and Caleb were cleaning the house, and Craig set up the bar out back on the patio. It looked amazing back there! It was cold, but not freezing, we were planning a bonfire away from the house, and I borrowed an outdoor heater from the restaurant, so the patio became an extension of the house. Craig strung some white lights (plus we still had all the Christmas stuff up in the front yard), and set up a bar not far from the hot tub… it looked awesome! We were having a big New Year’s Eve party! I loved that our house had become the hub for the villagers for the holidays. It was a great house and we were renting to own… the longer we lived there the more determined we were to come up with the down payment and make it ours. Craig was good at saving money and squirrelling it away and leading the charge.
Ella and Caleb were blasting music over the speaker in the living room and “singing” as loud as they could. Watching those two lily white kids rapping as they cleaned was hilarious. I was hoping Che would come by and catch them, lol. He’d love it! I made my last minute shopping list, and was headed out the door. I decided to text Max and Seth to see if they needed anything, they both had small parties going on. The one disadvantage to living where we did is that there were no stores close by to run to if you forgot something.
“If you see some “Happy New Year” Napkins, could you grab me a few packs? Izzy made a dress out of the ones we had” Seth replied. “The ball drops at 7PM… be there” he added. Zach’s mom, Kelly, had started the tradition of ringing in the new year early before the kids went to bed a couple of years ago. The kids loved it, and the rest of us treated it like it was the fact.
“Hey, can you pick me up two packs of Lil’ Smokies? Forgot to get ‘em” Max replied. I gave both comments the thumbs up, then headed out to do my final shopping. I had several places to hit to get the perfect ingredients, as a chef, I was particular about everything that went into my dishes. Sometimes I wondered if anyone really noticed… yeah, I got compliments, but was it because the food was great, or because they were just happy shoveling something in their faces? Deep down, I didn’t give a shit, I loved cooking, and I loved watching people enjoy it; the perfection was for me. Anyway, I ran all my errands hitting every specialty food shop in a twenty mile radius to get the perfect ingredients.
On the way home I stopped off at BroMax Farm to drop off the Lil’ Smokies. Teddy was flying the remote airplane he got for Christmas around the yard, the twins were out there in their daddies arms watching, pointing, and squealing. Zoey came running to my car to greet me. I gave Max his stuff, then hung out there for a few minutes. The kids were having the best time, but I had to stop off at Seth’s and then get back to my kitchen.
“Happy New Year” I yelled as I got back into my car and drove up the road to the Westin-Hall’s place. When I got there, it was quiet outside except for Petunia who came up to greet me, just like Zoey did. She walked me up to the house where everyone was, so I knocked on the door. Izzy answered wearing a Happy New Year Napkin dress, and she couldn’t wait to show me (I stealthily hid the napkins I picked up for Seth). Then her tiny hand grabbed mine and pulled me through the living room, the dining room, and into the kitchen where Daddy Sach was feeding Ali, and Freddy was cooking with Daddy Zeff, Grandpa Nafen, and Grandma Kelly. I was in a hurry, but no one cared, I was having a cup of coffee with them whether I liked it or not. Seth asked me a million questions about work, the house, Ella, Caleb, our party, etc.… he was always interested in what I had going on. I could’ve stayed there all day, but I had shit to do so, I finally broke away. All the kids walked me to the door and watched as I made my way to the car.
“Happy New Year” I yelled as I got back into my car and drove across the street to home.
The house was party-ready, and Craig, Caleb, and Ella were playing video games together. Craig loved it when the other two were home from college, the four of us had become a family, it was awesome. “You guys got everything on the list done?”
“Enough of it” Ella replied not looking away from her game.
“You guys promised to…” I started to bitch.
“She’s yankin’ your chain, everything is done, We were just waiting to help you in the kitchen” Craig chuckled.
“Gimme about twenty minutes to get set up, then I’ll need help” I said taking a bag of groceries to the kitchen. “There’s more in the car, can someone unload it?”
“On it” Caleb said putting down his controller and going out to unload the car. Of the three of them, he was always the most willing to help with whatever. Eventually all three were bringing in the groceries and helping me in the kitchen. I was making a bunch of finger foods that required a lot of chopping and assembly. The three of us made good time of it, everything was chopped, assembled, ready for cooking, refrigerating, garnishing or whatever else… and we had fun doing it together.
We finished just in time to shower and get ready for midnight (at 7PM) at the Westin-Hall House. We all walked across the street, the place was crowded, most of the guys coming to our party, everyone, going to BroMax, and all the kids of our village were there… excited as hell for midnight (at 7PM). Right on time, Grandma Kelly started the countdown to the New Year, the kids shouted, “10, 9, 8…” all the way to 1. When they got there, Zach and Brody set off fireworks from behind the barn, lighting the barely dark sky.
I loved living in the country, no neighbors to bitch, moan, or complain about the noise. Brody started our community, and it kept growing… first he rehabbed his grandmaw’s house (BroMax Farm), then Max came, then Zach and Seth rehabbed the old Witches House across the street (The Westin-Hall house), then came Terrance and Harris to fix up our place. When they moved out, me and Craig were there to take over, leasing to buy. And now River and Che are buying some land behind us and going to turn it into their home, and an Airbnb of tiny homes. Our community kept growing with awesome (gay) people.
Well, by 8PM the party was over. The kids went to bed thinking it was the new year, and the adults split up into their respective parties; The Westin-Hall extended family stayed, and huddled by the fireplace for cocktails. The BroMax family went back to the farm, with Gina, Dylan, and Daddy, BA, and Max’s parents, and Grandma Harrington (awesome human being by the way) to bring in the year together.
The Villagers all made their way over to our place. A lot of them drove in from the city, so, we made them give their keys if they got a drink; we planned on a lot of drunk people sleeping on our floor that night. The party was fantastic, so many people!!! Seth, Max, and all their relatives took turns coming over to celebrate with us throughout the night; at midnight everyone went out in the yard and we set off fireworks… there were fireworks coming from BroMax Farm and the Westin-Hall house too. Cheers, and fireworks filled the night air. It was so much fun! An amazing way to bring in the new Year. Craig and I kissed at midnight, “It was a great year” He said trying to be heard over all the noise.
“The next one is gonna be even greater” I said back, then we kissed again as the fireworks lit the sky.
Caleb’s Story
It was New Year’s Eve and me and Ella were home (Craig and Colton’s house had become home for me, the three of them were my family now). Me and Ella thought about heading back to school early, there were lots of New Year’s Eve parties happening, but we said, ‘screw it’ and decided to stay home. The guys were having a party… all the villagers were coming, so it would be fun. I texted Hugo to see if he was gonna be there… he ignored my text. Well, I guess that shouldn’t have been a surprise, he always ignored my texts. Hugo was a new Villager, I met him when I was home at Thanksgiving… and we, well, kinda hooked up behind the barn at BroMax.
I mean, like, I knew I was just a fun fuck to him, but I could totally see us dating, or at least being friends. But Hugo was a loner. He was Hispanic, aloof, and kind of thuggish… to be blunt, he was a bit of an asshole, and just my type (I liked the bad boys). At school, all the guys I dated were twinkish, pretty boys. There was one guy, Zane, I dated several times, Ella loved him, but I dunno, he was kinda vanilla for me and we just dated (and yeah, hooked up sometimes), we weren’t exclusive or anything. He was cute and fun, but it was the bad boys that got me going… Hugo fit that bill perfectly.
Anyway, the party started early at Seth and Zach’s house across the street. They had a party for the kids and counted down to the new year for the kids before bedtime… it ended at seven, lol. It was fun watching the kids get excited, plus I got to talk to Seth. He was my role model and mentor… shit, I’ll just say it; I wanted to be just like him. I was majoring in psychology with a minor in social work (just like him), he even set me up with a summer internship at The Village (sponsored by The Resort). He sat with me for a while and we talked about my class schedule for the next semester. I’d just gotten my grades for the first semester, all A’s, and B’s. Seth was proud of me, and that made me proud of myself. After the kid’s party we headed back home for the adult party. Some of the guys were with us, others showed up later, one of those others was Hugo. He had just pulled up in The Village’s old green Beetle. I lit up when I saw him.
“Hey” I said and went in for a hug. He pulled back.
“Hey, what up?” Was all Hugo had to say to me. He didn’t even really look at me, he kinda just looked around as he leaned against the car.
“I wasn’t sure if you were coming, I texted you but you didn’t text back.”
“Yeah, I know. I wasn’t sure. But I decided to come.” I was so excited to see him, but he didn’t really seem to give a crap if I was there or not. We kept talking, but it was kind of a one-sided conversation with me talking in him just kinda there. I finally got tired of it and went into the house to join the party. It was loud inside… all the music, the voices, the laughter. I hung out with Ella and a bunch of other villagers as I stuffed my face with the amazing food. One thing about my ‘defacto family’ was that there was always amazing food around. Man, Colton could cook! He was always out searching for some special ingredient, a rare cheese, some weird spice etc. You couldn’t help but notice the love he put into cooking for people. I had final settled out back by the bonfire. A buncha Ella’s friends from high school were there, she also invited a girl she knew from the dorms whose family lived in the area, and she brought some friends with her (boys a girls) so there were a lot of people our age there. I was a little buzzed, having a good time when Hugo made his way over to us. At first, he hit on one of the guys hanging with us… total dead end, straight as fuck… no wiggle room. Then, he came to me. I was getting a little annoyed with his bullshit, it was like I was the consolation prize, his trophy if he struck out everywhere else.
I was sitting on an old log by the bonfire, he came and set next to me. I ignored him… at first. Eventually I gave in and started talking to him, he had set his sights on me (after striking out with the straight guy and god knows who else).
Ella came and wiggled her way between us, “I wish Zane was here, he would love this” she said looking at me with this expression that was telling me ‘Hugo is not for you, Zane is.’ I loved Ella like a sister, but she got on my nerves sometimes (mostly because she was usually right). She stayed there until Hugo moved on. “you can do better than him.”
“Seriously? The guy is hot.”
“Oh, come on, he’s an asshole. He ignores your texts, then gets drunk and horny and tries to hook up. You need a boyfriend, someone nice, like…”
“Yeah, I know, Zane” I said finishing her sentence. “You are not subtle at all, El.”
She smiled her sweet smile, “Not trying to be. you deserve the best” She said, then pecked me on the cheek and went off to dance with some guy on the other side of the bonfire. Eventually, I joined her and our friends from high school, we all danced until midnight, then we all moved to the front of the house to set off fireworks… there were fireworks coming from BroMax Farm and the Westin-Hall house too. Cheers, and fireworks filled the night air. It was so much fun! An amazing way to bring in the new Year. Ella kissed me at midnight and said, “make a wish for the New Year.”
“I wish that next New Year’s Eve we’re both here with our new, hot boyfriends.”
Ella laughed (she was a little drunk), “I like that wish.” After that, things started to fizzle out. The guys who were sober drove home, the ones who were drunk (including Hugo) just kinda plopped down and slept on the couches and the floor. A few of Ella’s friends slept in her room, they stayed up laughing and giggling, I could hear them from my room.
As I lie in my bed trying to fall asleep, I reflected on the last year of my life and how much things had changed, I was proud of myself for rolling with all of it. I had fallen asleep; I don’t think I was out for very long when I felt something weird on my back. It was Hugo, licking my neck and putting his paw in the back of my underwear. “What the fuck?” I said, totally startled.
“Shhh, Papi” Hugo whispered in my ear as he continued to lick and fondle. He snaked his hand into the front of my briefs and grabbed my manhood. If I’m telling the truth, I wasn’t even sure I was awake at that point so I just let it happen. I grew hard in his hand as he stroked me, then he pawed at my waistband and pulled my underwear down to my knees… I kicked them off. His thick, warm, girthy, hard, uncut, slab pushed against my ass. I couldn’t resist reaching back and moving his slippery foreskin up and down. He nestled it in my crack, occasionally trying to push into my hole.
When I was home at Thanksgiving he was in charge. He took me behind the barn, pushed me to my knees and made me suck him, choking me: Then he fucked me hard. This time it was going to be different, I maneuvered my body around so I was sitting on his face and force fed him my hole. Me! Quiet little me took control. I figured if he just saw me as a fuck, that I should look at him the same way and might as well have a great time fucking… right? He started to push me off his face, I pushed myself further down on him until he finally gave in, put his hands on either side of my ass and his tongue in my hole. “Yeah, eat that hole, boy” I whispered. Oh my god, I was talking dirty! That was so not me…. But I liked it. “Eat my hole… fucker.” Yeah… I said it.
Well, my dirty talk got my thug boy excited, he slapped my ass softly, trying not to wake everyone up. I bent over his upper body and licked him from tip to taint, over and over, then I shoved my tongue into his foreskin, it was so different being with an uncut guy, I moved his foreskin up and down his girthy shaft while he licked my hole. I know he was thinking he was getting me ready to fuck, but I had other plans. We stayed in our sixty nine for a while until I hopped off and moved between his legs, I lay there at the foot of the bed with my face at his hairy little hole. I pushed the back of his thighs up until his knees were at his chest. “Hold your legs back… fucker” I growled. He complied. HA! I had this tough thug under my control and it felt so… so… powerful. I started munching on is hole, getting him wet and ready, “Ay Papi” he moaned. I grabbed his hard chorizo, and gave it a lick… I worked his hole and his cock simultaneously making him whimper like a wounded puppy. His thick cock was throbbing in my hand, and his pinkish browneye winking at me, I know he was on the verge of explosion and I decided to go for it. I got on my knees, lined myself up and started pushing my purple head into him. I caught him completely off guard. He had no clue what was happening until my head was inside him.
His eyes popped open, “Solo salida, Papi” he said in a panicked voice. I looked him in the eyes with a confused expression on my face. “Exit only” he translated.
“Not tonight, it’s your turn” I commanded and pushed another inch into him” He yelped a little, then cooed as he put his hand on my chest, I kept pushing forward. Once I bottomed out, I just held myself inside him and stared into his eyes. The tough thug was under my control, I broke him, he was waiting for my next move. I slowly pulled out until just the tip was in him, then I went all the way back in, I did this a few times, and then I pulled out… well at least I started to. He grabbed two handfuls of my ass and pulled me back into him. I had him! He wanted me. I started moving in and out of him faster, harder, then, OW! He bit my fucking shoulder. The pain kind of pissed me off at first, I started taking it out on his ass, pounding harder, faster, with more determination, I was gonna breed that tough guy.
“Holy shit, Papi” he whispered under me, then I felt the warmth of his cum on my chest and chin. “I wasn’t even touching it. It just came” he whispered between whimpers and groans. I made him cum handsfree! I heard about that, but never saw it happen before. The idea of him getting that excited over me made me shoot my seed into him with a grunt. I kept fucking him using my seed as lube. By the time we finished, his ankles were on my shoulder, I kissed one of his feet as I pulled out.
I rolled onto my back and lay next to him, but before I could say anything he was off the bed, and gathering his clothes to leave… when he bent over, I could see my cum dripping from his well-used hole (yeah, I grinned a little). “Why don’t you stay in my bed?” I asked.
“I aint lookin’ for el esposo, dude. Just a good fuck” he said, “… and that was a good fuck.” Then he bent over and kissed me with this passionate fire as he pulled on his jeans. Then he was gone, leaving me there alone. It felt like I was in charge that night, but it was clear he was still calling the shots, and I was just his fuck toy, his dirty little secret. ‘I could live with that’ I thought to myself with a smile on my face as I lie there naked on the bed, the stench of man sex floating around my room. That was my last thought before I drifted off again.
The next morning, I was the first one up. I walked down the steps and navigated around the bodies of sleeping villagers on the floor. Hugo was covered in an old blanket, sleeping like a baby in the middle of the room. I just looked at him, he was hot as hell. I made my way to the kitchen and put the coffee on.
Ella and her friends came in to get coffee… damn they were loud! They were all wearing Craig’s long T-shirts and laughing and giggling. They woke up the guys in the living room, soon the kitchen was crowded, and I was making a second pot of coffee (I never even got a cup). Craig and Colton were the last to rise and join the living in the kitchen.
“I’ll make you guys the best flipping breakfast ever if you help us clean up” Colton yelled over the crowd of about ten people. Ella and her friends kinda just shrugged and picked up some red Solo cups lying around as they gossiped and giggled. But the Villagers all went to work… that group of guys never hesitated to pitch in and help. Seth had taken us all in and helped us, and he instilled this ideal of “pay it forward” in all of us. It was like helping and giving back was now just part of our DNA. By the time Colton had breakfast ready, the house was pretty close to clean.
Ella sat next to me at the dining room table, “so, do you have a new boyfriend” she whispered. She knew all my dirty little secrets.
“Nope, but he has a sore ass” I chided back with a smirk. Her eyes flew open, then she punched me playfully and gave me this look… like… I dunno, maybe saying ‘holy shit, he was the bottom?!’ with her face? Or maybe it was ‘ew TMI’ I can’t really describe it.
Hugo just satacross the table, far away from me with his head looking down at his plate. I had conquered the thug. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ME!
To be continued…
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