Colton’s Story
I took a deep breath, held it for a minute, then exhaled and looked over at Craig, “We’re really doing this” I said.
“Damn right” he said back with this giant fricking grin on his beautiful face. We were in the back of the church. Well, technically former church, turned BroMax candle factory, turned temporary wedding venue… and it looked incredible. One side of the building was set up with chairs and an aisle that led us to the altar where we would make it official. The other side was set up for the reception, and the entire place was adorned with white lilies and bows, and alive with twinkle lights, it was a fairytale setting… fairytale on a budget.
The two of us held hands as we stood in the back and waited our turn to walk down the aisle… we decided to walk to the altar together. We were keeping it small, in all honesty… if we had everyone who was important to us in the ceremony, we wouldn’t have anyone in the chairs. Craig wanted his best friend from St louis, Jake, and his first friend (and straight crush) in North Carolina, Ricky. Then of course there’s Max, Zach, Brody, blah, blah, blah… so we settled on just two witnesses and the kids.
Izzy and Maggie (the three year old daughters of our friends) started the procession as they walked down the aisle while almost a hundred sets of eyes watched. The two little ones walked slowly… and I… mean… slllloooowwwwllllyyyy. They were dressed to perfection with baby’s breath accenting their curly hair, and soaking up the attention as much as they could. It was supposed to be a quick procession, but the two toddlers milked it for all they could. They started out side by side, tossed a few white rose petals before going totally off script. They talked to everyone and personally handed out the white rose pedals, people were loving it and holding out their hands. Seth was standing in the back with us waiting to walk with my sister Ella; he was about to go get them back on track, but we stopped him. “Let ‘em do their thing, the crowd loves it, besides, I want to just stand here and bask in the moment” I said. So, Seth let Izzy and Maggie be Izzy and Maggie.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Izzy yells, “ASSO” and pushes her way down one of the rows of chairs on a mission.
Then about a dozen people repeated her, “ASSO,” it echoed through the venue. ‘Asso’ was Izzy speak for “Asher,” one of the Villagers who had moved away. They had this crazy connection. All the kids loved all the villagers, but there was something special about the bond between “Asso” and Izzy. She would drop everything when she saw them… and they were hard to miss with their bright red hair (and at that moment bright red face to match). Asher was painfully shy, but Izzy refused to accept that, she would make them socialize with her and the rest of us. He told me once that he considered her his first friend, that was such a bitter sweet thing to me. The funny thing about the kids of The Village, they were more like Emotional Support Animals than kids, their unconditional love changed us. Anyway… Asher was home! He told Seth that he had some personal business to handle in town, so he decided to combine it with our wedding. I didn’t care why they were there... I was just glad they were.
Asher was the first (and truthfully the only) intersex person I had ever known. He was shy as hell! I’m in culinary school and practice a lot at home. When me and Ella lived in Harrington House, all the guys would come over for dinner, they even took turns buying groceries… I loved it because it helped me afford to cook more. I remember the first couple times Asher came by for dinner, they’d take a plate and go down to their apartment, or just sit in a corner away from the rest of us. Ella’s the one who got them talking… once they opened up… Ash was a motormouth. He was a talented graphic artist, and The Village helped him get a great, well-deserved job in Phoenix, so he moved on. Trevor followed him (Trevor was only around for a month or so, I didn’t know much about him other than he was hot and impulsive). Asher pushed Izzy back out into the aisle to finish here walk down the aisle.
When the two little ladies finally made it to the altar (AKA the wax melting area), our Maid of Honor and Best Man started their walk down the aisle. My little sister Ella, and our friend, counsellor, protector, advocate, and role model, Seth were our witnesses. (Side note: We wanted to keep the wedding small, it was so hard choosing between Max and Seth as best man, Both guys (and several others) changed both our lives. Seth won the coin toss). Ella and I survived an abusive childhood together, and Seth… well Seth helped us move on, and gave us hope. The pair walked at a nice pace trying to get everything back on track. When they got to the front of the aisle, Ella fainted into Seth’s arms… the entire crowd gasped, then Seth twirled her out of his arms and right up to her spot on the altar. He followed with a little shuffle to take his place across from her, they both looked amazing. The crowd laughed, I’m guessing Ella was the instigator and Seth went along with it. So far, it was a very fun, very beautiful wedding, as I looked out over it all I couldn’t help but think about how we got there.
A few years back on my eighteenth birthday, I came home from school to find all my stuff out on the front lawn of my parent’s house. To celebrate my eighteenth birthday, my mom and dad changed all the locks, shut off my cell phone, closed my bank account, and piled garbage bags filled with my stuff on the neglected front lawn of the little slab-built house I grew up in. Instead of a birthday card, they left a simple note taped to one of the bags that said ‘You’re an adult. If you want to be gay that’s your choice, but not here.’ I sat on the lawn next to my stuff and waited for hours for my parents, but they didn’t come home… I don’t know where they were, but it was clear they weren’t coming anywhere near that musty little house until I was long gone. I got in my old, beat-up, silver Corolla with the red driver’s door that I had bought with the money I earned working at the restaurant, and just drove away. I had no clue where to go or what to do and ended up parking at Walmart. I cried myself to sleep. I kept going back to my parent’s house trying to reason with them, but they hid, and didn’t even acknowledge me. Finally, after a few days of knocking on the door begging them to talk to me, my dad leaned out the door and said “As long as you’re a fag, this is not your home. Time to move on before we call the police, son.” ‘Son’ I scoffed in my mind ‘son?’ who the hell treats another human like disposable garbage then calls them ‘son?’ I thought. My next thought was about Ella, my little sister. My father was an abusive fuck… he was mentally, verbally, and occasionally physically abusive towards me ever since he caught me experimenting with BJ, the kid next door, in our garage (I know, I know, my first BJ was from BJ… Craig loves to give me shit about that). Anyway, I knew how my dad treated me behind closed doors, I worried about Ella. I hated leaving her there alone.
Defeated, I got in my car and drove back to my new home in the Walmart parking lot. As I drove and thought about my father’s words, I went from disparaging sadness to pure rage. I was mad, mad as hell! I didn’t “choose” to be gay. I didn’t “choose” my parents. But I could “choose” to make my future better. For the next few months, I lived in my car, worked hard, and tried to fix my predicament all on my own. Every freaking penny I earned was gone before it ever hit my hand. Food, gas, getting my phone turned back on, everything was so damn expensive. I picked up every shift I could at the restaurant and did any odd job I could find stopping just short of selling my body… although I had seriously considered that option more than once. After all, a cute twink could make a hell of a lot more giving up his ass for an hour than he could waiting tables. Right? So, I worked every single minute that I could and eventually stopped going to school so I could spend more hours working. But I just couldn’t get ahead making minimum wage, I was barely surviving living in my damn car.
I was on my own for a couple of months when my boss from the restaurant figured out I was homeless, he stepped in and helped. He found The Village through a friend of a friend of a friend and contacted them for me. He talked me into leaving my hometown and going to Wilmington where I ended up moving in with Max and Brody, they helped me get on my feet. About two months later, I felt like my life was on the right track. I worked fulltime at BroMax Candles, got my GED, and then I got a higher paying job at the docks. I saved every penny I could. The Village bought an old building with an office on the first floor, and several apartments above, and named it Harrington House after Max’s grandfather. I was one of the first tenants… finally, a place of my own. Next, the Village helped me get my sister Ella away from my parents and into foster care, then they helped me get guardianship of her, and we built our home at Harrington House. The Village got Ella into high school and me into culinary school… they were behind us 100%.
There was a big dedication ceremony for Harrington House, that’s where I met Craig; I fell for him instantly. We dated long distance for a while, after he graduated, he moved back to Wilmington and we were a couple. He encouraged and supported me through everything and was like another brother to Ella.
Now there we were… with our witnesses standing on the altar, and all our friends and family gathered to support us. ‘In My Life’ by The Beatles started playing; that was our cue. Craig squeezed my hand and we took our first steps onto the white runner; together. This was it! The moment we had both dreamed of! Our first steps were synchronized perfectly, it just happened naturally. We took a few more steps, taking mental notes of all the people that were there for us. For us, The two gay guys, abandoned by their parents, and saved by The Village, or more accurately; adopted by them. They were our family.
The walk down the aisle was amazing, Then Craig stopped abruptly for a moment, then started again. His hand was suddenly clammy and he was shaking a little. “that’s my dad and stepmom” he whispered, “over there to my right.” I took a quick glance; they were easy to spot, they were they only people I didn’t recognize. They smiled at me and I nodded back.
“You okay?” I whispered as we continued to stride down the aisle.
“Um… um…yeah, just surprised… well, more like shocked. I can’t believe they came… I, I, I’m glad they came, but I can’t believe they’re here.” Craig said. He had a smile on his face, and I could see him tearing up. He waved at his dad, and got a subtle wave back as we kept walking towards the altar, smiling, waving, and greeting people until we made it to the altar. We stood there with Ella, Seth, and the officiant in front of our chosen, collected family, it was overwhelmingly perfect.
When it came time to exchange rings, an instrumental version of ‘Time After Time’ played throughout the venue. We all turned towards the back of the church as our “mini grooms” Freddy and Teddy walked down the aisle, each carrying a pillow with a ring. They were dressed to match me and Craig exactly and had serious looks on their faces as the two little hams locked elbows and walked step together, step together, step together totally playing to the crowd. They bowed to each other when they reached the altar (that was a total adlib), then stepped up and held the pillows out for Craig and me to take the rings. We exchanged vows, they were short, traditional, and sincere… love, honor, sickness, health… we added something to the end that we said together, “We promise this in front of our chosen family, without whom we wouldn’t be standing here today.”
“I now pronounce you spouses for life” the officiant announced. “You may kiss your groom” and we did. The officiant presented us to the crowd, and the ceremony was over. Seth and Ella led the final walk down the aisle, then us, then the four kids following behind us. We made our way through the church and out onto the front steps where everyone came to congratulate us. Craig’s dad and stepmother were the first in line. I had noticed Craig glancing over at them several times throughout the ceremony, he seemed touched, but nervous to have them there.
“I can’t believe you came” Craig said to his dad before proudly introducing us. They were very warm and welcoming, not at all what I had pictured given what I knew.
“I got your invitation and there was no doubt I wanted to be here” his father said. “But your stepmom had to convince me that we were truly welcome.” Obviously, he struggled with their relationship as much as Craig did. I wish I could say the same about my own parents… there was no struggle, we had written each other off years ago. “You have a line of people waiting to congratulate you” his father said as he hugged his son.
His stepmom hugged him and chimed in, “Please promise us you’ll find us inside so we can catch up.” We both agreed.
Before he walked away his father said, “I’m proud of you, son.” That hit Craig hard.
When his dad walked away, Craig muttered, “holy fuck” under his breath to me. “I never thought I’d hear him say those words.” We stayed outside and greeted everyone, then Brody wrangled us all for wedding photos. It was about another hour before we joined the rest of our guests inside.
While we were greeting people and posing for pics, Ricky (the head of production at BroMax and one of Craig’s best friends) and his volunteer crew of villagers transformed the entire place into a reception hall complete with dancefloor. It was beautiful! I had made all the food with help from Max and Seth. Some of my friends from culinary school volunteered to set up the food and serve our guests as a wedding gift. We did the wedding on a nonexistent budget, but it sure as fuck didn’t look that way. Craig and I started mingling with the crowd, there was a group of people from St Louis… Jake, Craig’s best friend from back home and his family were there. Then there were Chip, Alec, Aaron, Brendon, Rhonda, Laurie… all the people that worked with Seth and the crew to help Craig when his dad threw him out. My boss Roger from the Restaurant in Raleigh… the guy who connected me with The Village was there with his wife. There was a whole contingent of board members and “chosen family” from Phoenix. Although I knew most of those guys more by name than personally, our wedding was a big deal for them. We were the first two guys they had helped and our success was theirs too… I was honored so many made the trip to celebrate (They all pitched in to give us a honeymoon at The Resort in Hawaii, including airfare, so of course they were fucking welcome).
The thing about our wedding day is that all the people we loved were in one place, I wish I could spend more time with everyone. Sams came from Tennessee with his boyfriend Marcus. Sams’ story was pretty fucked up, he came to Wilmington looking for his father and ended up learning that he had been abducted by his mother when he was four years old… he had no clue (I’ll let him tell his own story later). He wasn’t around The Village all that long, but he made an impression and we kept in touch after he moved to Tennessee to be with his father. There were so many people there! Craig and I made the rounds and talked to everyone we could, about halfway through we went our separate ways so he could spend time with his Dad.
The night was packed with socializing, dancing, and celebrating with all the people we loved. It went on until after midnight, but seemed to end way too soon. At the end of the night, we got into my little GTI and headed to a hotel on the beach where we were spending our wedding night. Our honeymoon flight didn’t leave until the next afternoon. On the way to the hotel, we talked about the best parts of our wedding day… I talked about… well everyone and everything, and Craig talked about his dad. “I can’t believe he came… I promised we’d meet them for breakfast. Is that cool?” He asked.
“We have enough time before our flight” I answered. Then I asked the big question, “Are you sure you want to?” It was great his dad was there, but there was a history… a pretty shitty history.
“We’re starting our life together, it’s time to put this shit behind us” Craig answered. Good enough for me, I’d support him no matter what. I pulled up to the 24 hour valet at the hotel, they were expecting us and gave us the royal treatment! The honeymoon suite, champagne, rose petals on the bed… it was all perfect, I just stood in the middle of our room and took it all in.
Craig came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me, “Can I kiss you?” he asked… exactly like he did the very first time we spent the night together. It was a long day and I was tired… but there was no way in hell I wasn’t making love to my husband on our wedding night.
“Hell to the fucking yes you can!” I said out loud making Craig snicker. The first time we were together I thought those words to myself but was too shy to say them, so I just uttered a shy ‘yes please,’ but things were different now. He was mine. Craig leaned in and my lips met the two soft lips that I had gotten to know so well. 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.
I chuckled when he said, “damn, you’re a good kisser” just like he did that very first time. We kissed tenderly for a long time, then passion took over. No one had ever made me feel as loved or wanted as Craig did. When we first met, we were both alone in the world… he brought intimacy, touch, and love back into my life and now we were married.
We broke from out kiss and looked lovingly at each other. Our eyes locked as he gently put his hand on the front of my bulging tux pants, awaiting a reaction. I responded by doing the same to him. We were both already hard, “I think we’re dressed a little formal” I whispered before I leaned in to continue our kiss. Our hands were exploring each other’s bodies over our clothes slowly and tenderly, I loved his touch, it was so gentle.
He fumbled with the black studs on my tux shirt then growled a “fuck it” and pulled my shirt open. The studs went flying around the elegant hotel room landing everywhere. I laughed and did the same to him. Our sweet, tender moment turned into a frenzy as hands moved and clothes flew around the room. We couldn’t get naked fast enough. I had bought this sexy little black G-string for our wedding night, I shopped forever for the perfect thing, and wore it all day (it was as uncomfortable as fuck) … he never even saw it, I think it ended up on a lamp or something… who the fuck cared? I was naked with the man of my dreams.
We kissed our way onto the bed and into a sixty nine with me on top. I was face to face with the most beautiful specimen of manhood I’d ever seen. Seriously, Craig’s cock just did it for me, it was hard and soft at the same time, the blueish veins were so well defined, his balls naturally hung low, and his shaft curved just a little to his left as it rested naturally against his toned abs. I took 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, it was like a lightning bolt shot through me. I started fucking down into his mouth as he fucked up into mine, it was the most amazing sixty nine. Craig took my full eight inches. I was long but just average girth and fit perfectly in Craig’s mouth and down his throat. We filled the honeymoon suite with our collective moans of pleasure.
It may sound corny or weird, but we had talked about our wedding night sex over the last several months when we were lying in bed at night. Who would top, etc. We decided that we were going to flip fuck. “I’m first” I said rolling off him, onto my back, and pulling my legs to my chest with a snicker. I was full-on naked, with my tight ass exposed and my manhole there for the taking.
Craig chuckled a little, “Get ready for your husband” he said with a smirk. The dim lighting highlighted his muscled as he moved in to open his wedding gift (AKA my hole). He laid on the bed below me, his face inches from my yearning hole. He lapped at it a few times, then dove in tongue first licking my insides. I hugged my knees as he dined on the hole of his husband for the very first time. I was in my own little world of sheer ecstasy when I felt the bluntness of his manhood push against my wet, pink pucker. I pushed out and beckoned him inside. He pushed in and with a plop, he was inside. He steadily moved forward until is soft, trimmed bush was tickling my butt. He held himself inside me as he leaned in for a kiss. We kissed passionately as his wand did its magic in my ass. He moved his pelvis in a circular motion to open me up as he slowly pulled out of me. He was almost completely out when he pushed back in. Oh, my fucking god, it felt otherworldly! I let my knees rest on his shoulders as I wrapped my arms around his him, my fingernails dug into his muscular back. I whimpered with pleasure as he made love to me. He pumped harder and faster until he moaned in euphoric exaltation and filled me with his warm seed. He kept pumping until the well was dry. With a final kiss as a thank you, he rolled off me and onto his back.
I didn’t miss a beat. I got on top of him, our sweaty bodies writhing as his cum leaked out my ass. I reached back and scooped some of his juice from my hole, lubed my cock with it, then entered him. His hole was tight and I could feel its heat on my swollen member. I would love to tell you that I lasted for hours and gave him the fuck of his life, but that would be pure crap. I shot my load within a minute or two and bred his perfect hiney. When I finished, we just lay there, me on top and Craig under me.
“I love you” I whispered.
“I love you too” Craig responded. Then added “Forever.”
I had finally found my forever home.
To be continued…
Author’s note: Welcome to ‘Villagers.’ Each chapter will be told from the viewpoint of one of the many characters that have emerged over a span of over 380+ chapters. You don’t have to have read the other chapters to jump into the story (but if you want to, go for it).
Colton made his debut in Chapter 1 of The Village; Craig made his debut in Chapter 50 of Simply Red, and the two came together in Chapter 8 of The Village. Craig’s story inspired Max, his grandfather, and Seth to start The Village. Colton was the first official Villager.
If you want/need more background you can read The Village, write me, or just ask in the comments… someone will be happy to bring you up to speed. THANK YOU FOR READING and I hope you’re come back for the next chapter.
