Caleb’s Story
It was weird being out on a real date with Hugo. He was like… an actual gentleman! He held the Jeep door open for me so I could jump in, then he took me to J. Michael’s Philly Deli, a local Cheesesteak place, the food was awesome, but the place was nothing fancy, just kind of a plain, family style place. We ate and talked, and Hugo dropped the tough guy act… oh my god, he was cute as hell when he was just being himself.
He asked me about my first couple of days of work; that posed a new challenge for me. I couldn’t say much, I mean, I signed this thing called an NDA which basically said I couldn’t talk about the stuff that happened at work because of privacy and all that.
Hugo took a break from inhaling his sandwich. And asked “So, what’s the deal with the new guy you brought to BroMax today?” He asked with a bite of food in his mouth. “Why’s he at The Village?”
“I dunno” is all I could think to say, I was hoping he’d just drop it.
He kept pushing. “Yeah, you do. You spent the whole day with the dude, what’s his deal?”
I just said, “I can’t talk about him. He’s a client” I thought that was a good answer and hoped he’d just change the topic.
“Why the fuck not? I’m just curious.”
Okay, that pissed me off, I mean he wouldn’t like Seth telling me all about his private life… so, I just asked. “So, you’d be cool if Seth told me your “deal” and aired all your private junk?” I was a little proud of myself for putting Carty’s privacy first. Like a professional. Hugo and I argued about it through the rest of dinner. It was so stupid, I mean c’mon, how could he not get it? We finished dinner, then drove back to Harrington House in his Jeep with the top down, he didn’t say crap to me the whole ride back.
When he parked the Jeep behind the building, I was still pissed. I jumped out and walked over to the Beetle, ready to head home when Hugo said, “Hey, I’m sorry.”
I heard the words but doubted he knew why I was pissed, he just wanted to get me upstairs. “Sorry for what?” I sniped.
Then Hugo surprised me, “You’re a pro. You can’t go talkin’ shit about the people who trust you. It was stupida’ me to ask; I was just tryin’ to find somethin’ to talk t’ you about.” That made me smile, but I didn’t let him see. He walked over to me, he was so close that his chest was touching mine, my cock instantly went hard. With his lips less than an inch from mine, he asked, “Please come upstairs do I can show you how sorry I am.” I was tempted… buuuut.
“I should probably get home, I freaked them all out by sneaking out to go to the hospital last night, I don’t want to freak them out again.”
“Hospital?” he asked with raised eyebrows. SHIT! I said too much.
“Um nothing. Never mind. I’m late already, I should get home before they freak.”
Hugo held up his phone, “You should get one a’ these, they’re really cool… you can type words on it to tell people you’re gonna be late, You can even push buttons n’ shit then talk t’ people and say stuff like ‘Hey, I’m gonna be late.’”
I hit him playfully on his chest (his hard fucking chest), “Smart ass” Then I let out a sigh as a I gave into my vice… hot thugs. “Fine, I’ll come up for a little while.” Then I texted Ella, Colton, and Craig to let them know I was going to be late because I was hanging at The Village. They all gave me a thumbs up. I could’ve probably just texted Ella, but after disappearing last night I figured I’d better over compensate. With that out of the way we headed up to Hugo’s apartment on the third floor. His place was cute… not a lot of furniture, and all of it used, but it was clean and neat, he took pride in it.
I sat on the couch and Hugo was in the kitchen, “You want a Coke or something?”
“Nah, I’m good”
Then that bold little thug walked over to me with his member hanging out of his fly, “No Coke? Den how ‘bout some cock?” He pushed his hips forward until the head touched my lips.
I laughed, and muttered “You’re an idiot” under my breath before I gave his brown, uncut masterpiece a lick from base to head, then I pulled back the skin, licking the dab of precum off his slit. He smelled musky and tasted a little salty; I flipping loved it!!! I licked the head then took him all the way in my mouth. He moaned his approval and pushed down on my head, I literally choked on his dick. My eyes were watering as I gagged, but Hugo didn’t let up, and I didn’t try pulling back… his cockhead felt amazing lodged in the back of my throat. He pulled back a little, then pushed back in. Both hands were planted on my head, his fingers tangled in my hair as he started pushing in and pulling out of my mouth. Before long he was fucking my mouth… I mean, really fucking my mouth! He’d pull almost all the way out, then slam back in until his meaty balls smacked my chin. Saliva and phlegm filled the space in my mouth that his cock hadn’t already moved into. When he would slam back in, my spit would spill out the sides of my mouth. I should’ve been trying to break free, but I flipping loved being used and abused like that. This, this, right here, this is why I loved thugs!! Hugo took what he wanted. No questions. No apologies. He just fucked my face like it was his birthright. I barely even noticed that he unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor as he fucked my face (he was going commando… I found that hot as heck, but was too busy getting choked by his fat brown chalupa to think about that at the moment).
Suddenly, Hugo pulled out of me, tilted my head back by my hair so I was looking up at him, and asked, “You okay, Papi?” With this salacious grin.
Saliva was spilling out of the corners of my mouth, tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I was sputtering from the assault on my throat but I managed to say, “yeah, keep fucking my face.” Okay, who said that? Me? Sweet, little, quiet, me? Hell, yeah, I did! I grabbed his ass and pulled him back into my mouth. He knew he had me. Hugo chuckled, this, like, victorious chuckle I guess, as he grabbed onto my head again and held his cock deep down my throat with his balls resting on my chin. I flipping loved it! I dug my nails into his tight little brown ass cheeks wanting to just… I dunno… choke on him forever, maybe? Well, it was only a few seconds before he started moving his hips in and out of my mouth again, fucking me hard, just like I asked. I wanted it to last forever… but no such luck. After a few more plunges into me, Hugo grunted a warning and pulled my nose tight against his bush, then my mouth flooded with his thick, surprisingly sweet seed… it tasted completely different from his precum. Hugo grunted while I struggled to get what seemed like a few gallons of cum down my throat. He held my face against him with his big cock in my mouth the entire time. My mouth was so ridiculously full… it was like I shoved an entire bratwurst, with the dang bun in my mouth, then tried to drink a milkshake!!!
When Hugo pulled out, he pulled me up by my hair, it wasn’t rough, he just gently guided me to my feet and then kissed me. His tongue invaded my mouth with passion (god, I love thugs). I still had some of his load in my mouth, we shared it back and forth between us (I think they call it snowballing… whatever the heck they call it, it was a first for me). “That was fun” Hugo said as he pulled up his shorts and moved away from me.
“Was?” I asked. “I haven’t even taken my dick out yet.”
“Oh” He said, like it was brand new information that I had a dick too. He just stared at me for a while, then said with this cute, embarrassed grin, “Oh, I’m sorry, I um…” But before he could finish, I took control. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a hard kiss, undid my khakis, and pushed them down to my ankles. Then I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. I was hard as a rock from getting my face fucked, Hugo spit on It and slowly stroked it up and down with his warm hand. My nerve endings were so raw, every movement sent shock waves through me… oh my flipping god, I almost shot from the touch of his hand. He continued to move his hand slowly, then he leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock. He was so soft and tender, especially considering it was rough, tough Hugo… that just added to the electricity that was coursing through my veins. His hand moved up and down my shaft, his mouth followed behind as the pace getting faster and faster. Still standing, I grabbed the back of his head and face fucked him like he did me (okay, so maybe not as rough, and forceful as Hugo, but for me it was rough and forceful). I felt the orgasm building in my balls, racing up my pulsating shaft until, without me even warning him, it exploded in Hugo’s mouth. Hugo grabbed my ass and pulled me tighter to him swallowing every drop. DANG, it was so hot, and so satisfying! Hugo came up for another kiss and pushed my own cum into my mouth. “Better?” He asked with this smile of superiority telling me, ‘yeah, I knew you wanted me.’ The worst part is that he was right, I did want him. Bad… and he did notdisappoint.
I looked at my phone, it was about 8:30PM. “Well, um, I better get goinh” I said, realizing that things were suddenly very awkward. We kissed (a hot fucking kiss) and then I left. I was making my way down the steps; I got as far as the second floor when I decided to check on Carty before I left. I walked over to his door and knocked. There was no answer, so I knocked again.
It was a good minute, and I was ready to just leave when I heard his voice very quietly ask through the door, “who’s there?”
“It’s me. Cay” I said loudly.
I heard him moving, then the door opened. “Hey” he said sheepishly. “What are you doing here?”
Yeah, that was a good question. “Working late” I lied. “I just wanted to check on you to make sure you were okay before I left.”
“I’m good” He said, sounding like he meant it. “I was just watching TV. I’m um, a little nervous about tomorrow.”
“Don’t be” I chirped back. The guys love new people, they’ll be happy to shove their work on you and give you shit” I chuckled. That made Carty smile. I stayed for a few minutes and talked then said, “I gotta get home, good luck tomorrow” Then turned for the door.
Carty tapped my on the shoulder. I turned around and he was holding out his hand, “Thank you for everything” he said.
We shook hands and I pulled him into a hug, “Sorry, I’m a hugger.” Before I left, I promised to check on him the next day. It had been a good second day on the job, it had felt like my first day since yesterday was such a shit show with Carty showing up and all.
I finished making my way down the steps to the parking lot, got in the green Beetle and headed home. I texted Ella, Craig, and Colton to let them know I was on my way before I left, again, I got a bunch of thumbs up replies.
When I got home, everybody was on the porch. Seth, Freddy, and Petunia were there talking, so were Che, River, and Mac. I got outta the Beetle and walked to the porch, the dogs ran circles around me as everyone yelled ‘hi’ from the porch. “Do you guys always have parties when I’m at work?”
“Work?” Seth asked sarcastically. “You finished work a couple hours ago.”
“He was probably sucking face with Hugo” Ella said making everyone laugh.
Che interrupted to answer my question before anyone could give me more shit, “We were just out walkin’ Mac and stopped by.”.
“It’s awesome out, and Mac is loving it” River added.
“I couldn’t sleep” Freddy said sleepily from his place sitting on the steps, I realized that he was wearing Spiderman pajamas.
It was like a little party with a bunch of neighbors. We were in the middle of nowhere, our houses were so far from each other that we couldn’t even see our neighbors, but still, there was a neighborhood feel. A community. It was so cool. Colton went into the house and came out with a beer for me.
Meanwhile, Craig stood up and walked over to the Beetle. He had this nostalgic smile on his face as he walked around it, dragging his fingers over the dirty green paint. “Bring back memories?” Seth asked him.
Craig looked up and said, “Yup.” He continued walking around the car, “I remember when y’all gave it to me at my graduation party. It was one of the best days of my life.”
I was confused. That old car belonged to The Village, they let any of the guys who needed it use it… including me. I just assumed someone donated it, probably Daddy James. “Seth gave you that car?” I asked, I’m sure I sounded confused as hell.
“Not me. Everybody” Seth said.
Then Craig told us the story about when he first came out. He was in high school and lived in St Louis, Seth and Zach were going to grad school there, Seth was interning at an LGBTQIA organization, that’s how they met… I never knew that.
“Seth’s group had a float in the Mardi Gras parade, and I was riding on it” Craig reminisced. “It was about a half hour into it and everyone on the float was shirtless, dancing, throwing beads, and having an awesome time being the center of attention… even Brody was dancing” Everyone chuckled at that. Brody was awesome, but he was pretty quiet and reserved most of the time. “Um, then…” Craig paused, his voice was crackling, and he was tearing up.
Seth took over the story, his voice was low and quiet. “Max and Brody were visiting us from us and we were all on the float in front of the one Craig was on, someone jumped out of the crowd and onto the youth float behind us.” He looked over at Craig, like he was asking for permission to tell his story. Craig nodded his approval. “Somebody yelled, “No son of mine is gonna parade around with a bunch of goddamn homos.”
“It was my dad” Craig said quietly. Seth waited for a look from Craig, then continued.
“He grabbed Craig from the float and threw him over the side. He landed with this… this blood curdling thud; he was just lying there on the ground, not moving, with his head was bleeding. The whole parade stopped and our friend Alec, he’s a TSA agent, and a big dude, jumped onto the youth float and restrained Craig’s dad. Me and a bunch of our friends jumped off the float and ran to help Craig, Max and Brody jumped down and held back the crown and tried to keep everyone calm while Zach hailed down the cops and paramedics who were stationed along the route. We went from party-mode to crisis-mode in zero-to-three seconds.”
“So, yeah, you get the gist. My dad wasn’t happy about having a gay son... he’d kicked me out a coupla’ months before that… we’re good now, but it took a long time” Craig said cutting Seth off before he could make him relive more of that shitty day. “I was lucky to have so much support, I moved in with a friends family, and had Seth and a bunch of people to help me get a job and stay in school. I had mostly avoided my dad until then, but he saw me in the parade and went nuts.” It felt like he had just started telling the story when he said, “The rest is history?”
“What happened?” I asked like a little kid listening to his parents tell a story.
Craig said, “Well, long story short… I needed to get far away from my dad to make sure I was safe. Seth talked Max and Brody into taking me in. They all helped me get into school here so I could finish my Senior Year. They took care of me like family. I was going to school fulltime, working at the candle barn with Max, Ricky, and Timmy, and helping Daddy James fix up old cars for The Village… including the old Beetle that someone donated.” He motioned his head toward the old car.
“BA” Seth said, “it was BA’s car before she got her big old Chrysler.”
“Yup, anyway. They all took me in and made sure I had a chance at life. I finished high school and got accepted into agricultural school back in St Louis. Anyway, Max and Brody threw me, Ricky, and Timmy this huge graduation party at BroMax Farm after the graduation ceremony. When I got to the party, the Beetle that I was working on with Daddy was sitting in the driveway with a fresh paintjob, new tires, and a bow on it. Then Seth and all his friends gave me an envelope with thousand bucks to help with gas, insurance, and school.”
Seth took over. “Max’s grandpa met Craig and was inspired by him, and impressed by how everyone had rallied around to help him. He was and awesome guy. Sadly, he died later that year. But sometimes good comes outta bad, Grandpa Harrington left money in his will for Max to start the Village. I helped Max with the vision for The Village, then when I graduated, he hired me to run the place…”
“And I was the first “official” Villager” Colton said. “And that’s, the rest of the history.”
Damn, The Village had helped me so much that I guess I just kind of forgot how many other people they helped including Craig and Colton, and then those guys helped me.
Now it was my turn, I could not be more proud or excited to pay it forward.
To Be Continued…
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