Craig’s Story
I woke up the day after our wedding next to the love of my life. The morning sun was seeping through the blinds, and danced around the elegant room. We could hear the waves banging against the shore gently waking us. After an amazing wedding, we spent the night in the honeymoon suite of one of the ocean front hotels on Wrightsville Beach. There were so many incredible things about our wedding (besides the obvious of me marrying Colton) … all our friends and collected family surrounding us, Colt’s sister Ella and Seth being part of the wedding party, the kids stealing the show, the freaking food, the candle factory sparkling with twinkle lights and an indescribably warmth and beauty… but the best part for me was that my dad showed up. My dad and I had had a rough history since my mom passed away, I was struggling with my sexuality, and we were both struggling with our grief (you know the story). I’d always hoped we could reconcile and come together again; he and my stepmom coming to the wedding was a huge step, we were going to meet them for breakfast before leaving for our honeymoon.
“Good morning, Mr. Me” I said to Colton.
“Back atcha’, Mr. Me” he responded before we kissed with our morning breath. I rolled out of bed and brushed my teeth; Colton was right behind me and did the same. Between that first minty fresh kiss and all the nervous energy about meeting my dad, I was officially awake. I made coffee and we sat on the balcony in the fluffy hotel robes and just enjoyed the serenity of the ocean. We held hands, sipped our coffee, and recapped our big day as the seagulls quaked in the background.
“I can’t believe my dad showed up” I said. It was our big day yet that was what stood out in my mind. I guess I should’ve said something romantic first like, ‘it was a beautiful start to our new life together’ or ‘I can’t believe how perfect the day was, like a dream, and you looked amazing’ but I talked about my dad. So, here’s the proof that Colton is my soulmate.
He squeezed my hand and said, “that was the cherry on top of our perfect day.” He knew how much reconciling with my father meant to me, and didn’t care that it kind of took centerstage on our big day. That was one of the million reasons I loved him, I leaned over and gave him a kiss to remind him that I did. “When do we meet them for breakfast?” He asked.
I rambled out our itinerary. “We got two hours before breakfast, then go back to the house to get our bags and say goodbye to Ella, then off to the airport to catch our flight tonight.”
Colton smiled at me, then turned his head and looked out over the water, “this is nice.”
“Yup” I said back, then we sat in silence holding hands and savoring our first morning as husbands. Eventually we finished our coffee and worked our way back into the honeymoon suite to find ourselves face to face and dick to dick under the giant rain showerhead and jets hitting us from three out of four sides. The warm water enveloped… no embraced us. This shower was like a giant water hug. One of the water streams coming from the wall hit my hole perfectly, I snickered, “holy shit, that water jet just butt fucked me.”
Colton cracked up, then reprimanded the shower, “Hey, bitch! This is my husband. If anyone is gonna fuck him in here, it’s me.” God he was cute when he was acting like a total moron.
“Wait a minute, who’s fucking who in here?” I asked with a smirk, pulling him tight. We made out under the raining water while the side jets pushed us together and stimulated our naked bodies… it was such an amazingly weird feeling… who knew a shower could be so damn sensual?
“We’ll see, I guess.” Colton laughed back… we were all over each other, our first morning as husbands and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I hoped it would always be that way. Colt dropped to his knees and started licking my semi-hard tool, he was looking up at me and I was looking down on him. Damn, he looked hot with my dick in his mouth, I couldn’t hold back my smile. He locked his eyes to mine while he bobbed up and down on my manhood hitting every nerve just right. He had me hard as a rock and ready to bust out of my skin when he stood up, kissed me under the rushing water, then turned around. With his wet ass grinding up against my member he reached for the little bottle of shower gel and poured some in his hand. He reached back, soaped up his hole, then my pole, and then push himself onto me. He leaned back for a kiss as he impaled himself onto me, “Well, I guess you’re fucking me” he said with a chuckle and a moan. Then he moved himself up and down my shaft, I thrust myself forward… that just fueled him. He started jacking himself off as he rode me like a bucking bronco in the gay rodeo, and he was going for the world’s record. He wasn’t exactly quiet about it either. He was moaning, groaning, and the dirty talk was flowing through him like a river of lust, “Fuck me harder.” “Smack my ass.” “Go deeper.” “Pinch my nipples.” Shit like that. I loved it and whatever he wanted; I gave him. I was there for his pleasure… and giving it to him was how I got mine. Holy fuck, Colton was on a mission and was the lucky fuck that was along for the ride.
We got a little crazy in the shower, and the wall jets just added to the fun! “Fuck me hard, Craig” he said in a desperate voice. I put my hand on his hips and pummeled him… and I mean pummeled! I jackhammered in and out of him as he slammed back into me, his wet ass spanked my pelvis and made an echoing *slap* each time we collided. The splashing, the slamming, the slapping, the water cascading from above and blasting us from the sides… it all worked in concert to push Colton over the edge. With a yell he shot into the air and his load landed on the shower floor and swirled its way down the drain. Meanwhile… back in Colt’s ass… he put the squeeze on my unit and milked the cum right out of me. His sphincter grabbed me tight, almost painfully tight, but it worked for me. I shot several powerful spurts up his ass, oh my god! It was like my own cum was hugging my instrument as I continued to pound in and out using my own juices as lube. It felt so warm and amazing and I kept moving in and out of him until finally he pulled himself off me and turned around. “fuck, that was hot” he whispered right before we kissed.
“Let’s do this every damn day” whispered back. Colton laughed. “I’m serious. Let’s be on a mission to have sex every damn day for the rest of our lives.” Our sex life had been lacking a little lately… but what the hell do you expect? We both worked fulltime, plus Colt was going to school fulltime; then there was the wedding planning, and getting Ella moving out and going to school. Life came before sex, but we were starting a new life together and I was ready to change that.
“Challenge accepted” Colt said with a laugh and a sexy fucking smirk. “Sex every damn day.” It sounded awesome to me.
“We better finish up and meet my dad” I said coming back to reality. We soaped each other up, rinsed ourselves, dried off, got dressed, then packed up. Our wedding night was over.
It was a short ride to the restaurant; Colton had suggested a place near the hotel that he was dying to check out. The thing about having a Chef (or a burgeoning one) as a partner was that on the rare occasions we ate out, it was always somewhere different. Usually “strange” different. Somewhere know for a specialty dish, or a Chef that everyone loved, that morning was no different. We ate at a great place on a little river that was known for its artichoke dip and fried saltines… yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it doesn’t sound like much, but Colton got obsessed with unique dishes, no matter how small. I thought it was awesome that he was so passionate about stuff like that. I was the same way about gardening and herbs… we made a good team.
“Hey, can you keep my stepmom busy for a while so I can get some one on one time with my dad?” I asked.
“They have a Bloody Mary bar” he said excitedly. “I think we can kill some time there” god he was cute when he got excited about stupid shit.
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My dad and stepmother were already sitting at a table on the patio when we arrived. They stood to greet us and we all hugged our hellos.
“The wedding was beautiful” my stepmother gushed before we even sat down. She went on about the details and the people then ended with, “I’m so honored you let us be part of it.” I admit, I didn’t know her very well. My dad moved her into our house several months after Mom died, I mean shit mom’s body wasn’t even cold yet. Back then I was convinced there was something going on between them before my mom died. So, I pretty much avoided her. Dad and I had lunch together right before I moved back to NC and I confronted him about it. He swore to me that there was nothing between the two of them until after mom died. He claimed they were just coworkers when mom was alive, and when she died, he was lonely and she was there for him. He confided in me that he loved my mother, was grieving, and regretted what moving on so fast did to me and our relationship, but he didn’t regret falling in love with her. And now we were sitting down to a meal. My dad and his love, and me and mine, talking like adults for the first time. She was surprisingly pleasant, and I couldn’t help but noticed that she and my dad held hands the whole time; they were truly happy.
The four of us were talking and laughing and having a good time, when there was a pause in the conversation, I looked over at Colton; he took the hint.
He looked over at my stepmom and said, “This place is supposed to have an awesome Bloody Mary bar, you wanna check it out with me.” She didn’t need to be asked twice. The two of them took off and left my father and I alone. Alone to speak about things we’d left unspoken.
I had thought about what I would say when we were finally alone, but before I could say anything my father said, “Colton seems wonderful. I’m glad that you found someone to make you happy.”
I nodded, then said, “I’m glad you came to the wedding, Dad.” It went back and forth with meaningless small talk like that for a bit.
“I’m glad you made time to have brunch with us before we left” he said, then it got more intimate. “Listen, I neverintended for things between us to go the way they did.” He took a deep breath. “I was still dealing with the loss of your mother when you came out and I handled it like shit, She was always better at that stuff… she probably even knew” (for the record, I’m pretty sure she always knew). He paused for a second, “when I saw you on that Mardi Gras float, I… I… I lost it. I jumped up there to get you off that damn float and take you home with me. I didn’t intend to throw you off or hurt you. But that’s what happened. And I lost you.”
I teared up a little, “I’m glad you came to the wedding. That took courage.” I said. “I sent you the invite but really never expected you to be there. It meant everything to me.”
“I was very nervous about coming. You sent the invite, but I guess I didn’t believe you really wanted me there. Your stepmom said you wouldn’t have invited us if you didn’t want us to come, so we came. I’m damn glad we did” he said with a sincere smile. I stood up, walked around the table, and hugged him.
“I’m glad you did too.” We embraced for a while before I sat back down.
“I saw some things that really opened my eyes yesterday, Craig.” He looked in my eyes for a moment while he tried to find his words. “At first, I was so uncomfortable in that, that, wonderful factory, or church, or whatever the hell it was. I looked around and saw mostly gay people, couples, families, singles, we were in the minority. I felt so out of place. Kind of isolated” he admitted. “But then it hit me; that’s exactly how you must’ve felt growing up,” I nodded. My father empathized with me, and it felt good. Damn good. “Then, at the reception, everyone welcomed and accepted us. Those are some of the nicest damn people I have ever met in my life. One of the flower girls, I think her name was Lizzy…”
“Izzy” I corrected.
Dad laughed, “yup, that’s the one. Izzy. Well, she took a liking to your stepmom and led her around by the hand and introduced us to everyone there. I never in a million years would have pictured you being part of a world like that. I always assumed, and frankly feared, that being gay would mean you led a lonely life. Well, you proved wrong.”
‘You proved me wrong,’ such a powerful, and empowering statement coming from my dad. I listened as he poured out his heart, he never hated me at all, he really wanted what was best for me… he just had no clue what that was. We talked until Colt and my stepmom came back for the bar, they made us each a Bloody Mary, and it was clear they had made a couple for themselves while they were there.
After an unbelievably cathartic brunch, we headed back to our house to drop off our stuff, pick up our honeymoon luggage, and say goodbye to Ella. My parents followed us home. Ella gave them the tour of our place, my dad and stepmom both sparked to her right away… but how the hell could they not? I loved her like my own sister. After the tour, we walked over to BroMax Farm and I showed them the greenhouses where I worked, and gave them the lay of the land. I was damn proud of where I worked and what I did. My dad asked a lot of questions… he really seemed impressed. Max, Brody, Teddy, and the twins came out to greet us and we all hung out for a while. I watched my dad as he took it all in, he shot me a smile. This was a whole new world for him… my world. I think he was proud.
We ended up spending a couple of great hours together until it was time for them to leave for the airport (they were heading out way earlier than us); It was hard to say goodbye. We hugged our final goodbyes in the driveway and promised to get together over the holidays. Before he got into his rental car, my dad hugged me and said, “I am so, so proud of you, and so, so sorry for how I handled things.”
“That’s the past, Dad. We’ll see you at Thanksgiving” I said hugging him back. For the first time since my mom died, I felt close to my father. I never thought that day would come.
As their rental car rolled down the long drive, Colton said, “well damn, this really is a fresh start, isn’t it?”
Still a little stunned by all of it I said, “Yeah.” That was about all I could come up with. But Colton was right, I had a fresh start with my dad and a fresh start with Colton. Life was good.
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 of The Village. You don’t have to have read the other chapters to jump into the story (but if you want to, go for it).
