Sams’ Story
It was a strange kind of awesome being back in Wilmington. Strange in that it was the first time I had been back since my mother’s trial, awesome in that these were the people who helped me discover who I was… Samuel Willis (Sams for short). Colton and Craig’s wedding was loud and happy, The Village taught me to love loud and happy. I grew up in Florida swamp land with an abusive mother and stepfather. For the most part things were quiet unless someone was yelling or fighting (which was a lot of the time… and it was a bad loud). When I found The Village, they let me move into Harrington House, I thought it would be like a group home or something, but it was more like a family. The guys all looked out for each other, we cared about each other, we actually loved each other. Colton used to cook for everyone (we’d pitch in for groceries… we had to eat, he liked to create new dishes but groceries were expensive, so win/win). I was in the middle of a lot of people, someone was always talking, or yelling (out of fun and joy not hate like in Florida), and I learned to love being in the middle of that kind of chaos… happy chaos Seth called it. I guess I should probably give you the abridged version of my very long story… unless you got several years to sit and listen to me ramble on and tell the long version.
I was born in Wilmington; my parents weren’t even eighteen. But my dad stepped up and worked his ass off to make sure me and mom had what we needed. He saved his money and bought this old trailer on like an acre of land outside of the city; he was always working on it. I loved my dad more than anything… we weren’t just father and son, we were buddies… hell, it was more than that, he was my hero. I was barely 5 when my mother picked me up from kindergarten in a strange car packed with all our stuff and said we were moving to Florida… without my dad. We moved in with this guy, Gary, and my mom told me my name was Frankie now, and we took his last name, Morris. I was devastated about leaving my dad, but I had accepted it because I was told to. If I asked about him too much I got smacked. I was too young to have the slightest clue what was happening, all I knew for sure was that life in Florida sucked! The only good part about it was when my new stepbrother, Parker, would come to visit. Gary and Mom didn’t fight as much when Parker, was there; they would take him to do fun stuff and I got to go along… almost like being part of a family. Parker was always good to me. He watched out for me and protected me from Gary, but he was only around once or twice a year for a couple of weeks, the rest of the time life sucked. I discovered the best way to survive was to lay low and keep to myself.
I spent a lot of time studying and reading (escaping really). Well, I ended up getting a partial scholarship after high school, got some financial aid for the rest of my tuition, and moved away to Tallahassee. The feeling of being away from my mom and Gary was everything to me, and frankly I was out of control. I was skipping classes, hooking up with guys, and just generally screwing up my life. I fucked up, and by the end of my first semester I was flunking out, and lost all my financial aid including my scholarship. I was home for the holidays when the college let me know… I had pissed away my way out and any chance at a decent future. I didn’t have any money or anywhere to go, so I lied and told my mom I was going back to school (not that she would give a fuck), and instead went on a mission to find my dad. I promised to keep this short so I’ll yadda, yadda, over the failed attempts to find my dad, running out of money, running out of luck, being homeless, etc. But he real story starts when I met Che. Che is one of the villagers… a young, hot, beautifully intimidating, black thug. He’s in the police academy now, but when I met him, he was on a ride along with a cop to see what it was all about. They found me in an alley behind a restaurant looking for food, then he came back after his shift to find me again. He gave me some food, then brought me back to The Village and introduced me to Seth. They saved me, and I don’t say that lightly.
Seth, along with Rodney (the social worker at The Village) helped me find my dad. During the search, we discovered that my mother had kidnapped me, and my dad was alive, well, and had been looking for me all those years… we were finally reunited. The cops got involved and reopened the cold case, they arrested my mom, there was a trial, the media was all over us and The Village… it made national news, it was insane. Anyway, my mom got convicted, I ended up moving in with my dad in Nashville, that’s where I met Marcus. I fell for the hot, dark, muscular, smart, and fun as hell guy as soon as I met him. My family loves him, my two little sisters think the sun rises and sets around him… and so do I (I’m glad you can’t see me blush). I worked, went to school, lived with my family, and hung out with Marcus… my life was normal, kind of boring even. I freaking loved that fact!!! Less than a year ago I was flunking out of school, had no money, nowhere to go, I thought my dad was dead. Hell, I didn’t even know who I really was. But now? Now I was Sams. Normal Sams.
Like I said earlier, we came down for Colton and Craig’s wedding, but we figured as long as we were there, we’d spend the weekend in Wilmington and spend some time with friends and family (it still shocked me that I even had friends and family who wanted to spend time with me). We got a room at a nice little hotel on the ICWW, just a few blocks from the BroMax Candle Company where the wedding was. We danced, ate, drank, and hung out with all the guys until after midnight. I was just so comfortable around all of them, they felt like family, and Marcus fit right in too. But then again, Marcus fit in everywhere, the guy could charm the pants of anyone, including me; speaking of which… we walked back to the hotel and got off the elevator on our floor, and Marcus was all over me! He pushed me up against the hallway wall and kissed me passionately. His full lips mashed against mine, and his meaty hand groped me making me hard as a rock. Marcus was a beautiful man, I just melted around him.
I remember the first time I saw Marcus. I was working in my uncle’s coffee shop, he introduced us and I just stared at him in silence, I mean I couldn’t form words, all I could do was take him in. Marcus gave me a warm smile (Oh my freaking god, that smile!), “Hey, you okay, man?” He asked with a little chuckle. All I could do was smile back and nod… I must’ve looked like a total moron. But damn, he was so cute with his twisted hair, dark skin, light brown eyes, and of course that smile… I already told you about that. Right? Argh! Anyway, I was lovestruck. About a week later, he asked me out (and got a “hell yes” as his answer). He took me to this soul food place all the locals flocked to. It was cafeteria style and there was a line outside at least a block long. You had to know what you were doing to order… we walked through the line and Marcus ordered for me so I didn’t look like a complete idiot. He took the food to our table while I poured the Sweet Tea. The food was amazing… I mean like nothing I had ever tasted, but it paled in comparison to the company… goddammit, he was funny, smart, and cute as fuck. I wanted this guy so bad, but I was naïve and totally inexperienced; Marcus was kind and understanding.
We went out on a few dates and took it slow, then one night he surprised me. “Listen, I like you, but I know you’ve been through some shit and I don’t want to add to it” he said as we sat in my car, in front of his house after our date. (Oh… oh yeah, totally off the subject, my dad gave me the down payment for a brand new Jeep Wrangler and cosigned the loan so I’d have a reliable vehicle for work and school). Marcus continued, “um, my parents went to Pigeon Forge for the weekend and I got the place to myself… I was hoping you’d stay tonight.” I figured this was coming, but I was so not ready for it, and I so, so, so ready for it all at the same time… ready for it won.
“Yes!” I shouted in excitement, Marcus laughed while I regained my composure. “I mean that sounds nice.” I parked my Jeep in the driveway and followed him into the house. He made some popcorn, got us a couple of sodas, then we kicked off our shoes and watched something… in all honesty, I could not have cared less what was on TV. I was only interested in what was beside me on the couch. Things started out innocent enough; his hand on my knee, my knee bumping up against his, him shifting a little bit until any space between us was gone, my arm around his neck… etc. Then he kissed me tenderly. His soft, full lips touching mine. We wrapped our arms around each other and passion took over. He made the first move, resting his hand on my knee innocently, then moving it up until there was no denying that he was purposefully groping my crotch. My eyes opened, then my hand instinctively reciprocated. We were engaged in a full-on make out session complete with groping on the couch in his parents living room. Things were moving fast.
We were both lost in our lust when Marcus stopped and asked, “do you want to go further?” He was a sweet, caring guy.
I nodded and whispered, just inches from his lips, “Yeah. I really want this.”
“You sure?”
“Yup. I want this.”
He stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me off the couch. I followed him upstairs to his room, it was clean, and meticulous with a black and white striped comforter… kind of boyish, kind of manly. Kind of like him. I felt comfortable there with him. Well, I could rehash the first time we made love (trust me, it’s a hot story), but let’s get back to the hotel hallway after the wedding.
Our hallway make out session got out of control fast. I mean, like, I was rock hard, he was rock hard, I undid my tie and let it drape around my neck as he basically ripped my shirt open, I thought the buttons were going to fly off my shirt down the hall. We moved down the hallway stripping each other and by the time we got to the door of our room we were both shirtless with our pants unbuttoned and unzipped. If there were any security cameras around, someone got a hot show. I swiped my key in the lock, and the second the door opened, Marcus pushed my ass through. I fell onto the floor with Marcus on top of me, laughing, I made some comment about picking up our clothes, “just leave ‘em” he said as he stripped us bare, me first, then himself, “you don’t need any clothes tonight.”
‘Fair enough,’ I thought to myself while grabbing his perfect ass and grinding my crotch into his, we were both already hard. His hot, hard, smoothness was fucking magic against mine. I was already leaking precum; full disclosure, I’m a leaker, and Marcus was without a doubt the sexiest man in the world. He was like a more polished version of Che, which is probably what first attracted me to him. Che came off as a thug, but I can’t think of another person who treated me with such kindness until I met him… if that’s not sexy, I don’t what the fuck is.
The bed was just a few feet away, but the floor was working fine for us. “I can’t believe how many hot guys were at that wedding” Marcus said between kisses.
“Welcome to The Village” I laughed. “I swear I had a boner the entire time I lived at Harrington House.”
Marcus chuckled, “can’t blame you for that.” The last time I was in Wilmington was for my mother’s trail, we ended up having… um… well… a little fun with Che and River. The four of us clicked and the sex… damn, the sex was the best sex I’d ever had and it brought me and Marcus even closer. We talked about getting something going with them at the wedding but we both lived home with our parents and didn’t get a lot of privacy, so we decided to take advantage of our alone time. Just the two of us was fine.
His big, veiny cock was pulsating against mine as his beautiful body pinned me to the tacky hotel carpet. “Suck me” He whispered.
“Bring it” I whispered back. He chuckled again then flipped around so his big, thick, dark, veiny cock hovered centimeters from my lips. I playfully licked the plumb-like head, then kissed it. A moan escaped his lips just before I felt them wrap around my own long, slender phallus. He moved them down the side from tip to balls and back, his mouth and tongue working their magic. It was almost as if he was nibbling it, devouring it in tiny little movements… damn, it felt good. His full lips slathering saliva over every inch of me, I followed his lead trying to match the pleasure he was giving me… his guttural moans told me I was doing a good job. Our sixty nine lasted a while and I savored every second of it… but at the same time, I was ready for the main event.
We were both versatile, so we took turns claiming top or bottom. We were both pretty good at sharing what we wanted, “I wanna top” I said quietly with a giant grin on my face.
“Earn it skinny boy” he joked. I was still under him and he was like dead weight. It took all my might, but I flipped us so I was on top. Marcus chuckled, “Damn, you want it bad tonight.”
“I’ve been staring at that bubble butt in those dress pants all day… hell yeah I want it.” That was enough talk, we started making out again, this time with me on top. I slid between his meaty legs and pushed his thighs up until I saw the little pink pucker shining through his deep trench and dove my face in. Marcus pulled his knees to his well-defined chest and whimpered like a newly weaned pup. Damn, his mix of masculinity and sensitivity was such a fucking turn on for me. I moved from eating his hole to sucking my balls into my mouth until they were slick with my spit, then I gave the same treatment to his more-than-a-mouthful of a cock and he loved every bit of it. He pushed my head down, and his hips up until I choked on his girthy tool. He thought he was hurting me and started to ease up: I wouldn’t let him. Instead, I pulled his hands back to the top of my head and pushed my face down until my nose was buried in his musk curly Q’s. I choked and wheezed around him, gasping for air but refusing to come up. When I finally, and reluctantly pulled myself off the big black spear of sex, it was slick from my saliva and I couldn’t resist. I know I said I wanted to fuck him, but the need to have him in me won and I straddled him right there on the hotel room floor.
“Change in plans?” he asked with a breathy chuckle as I bounced on him like an Olympic pogo stick champion going for the gold (is that an Olympic sport? Well, it should be). “Keep going, Oh my god, I’m soooo close” he muttered, I leaned in for a kiss and sealed the deal. With a mighty grunt he shot his load up my ass, he put a hand on the back of my head and mashed our faces together as our tongues explored the insides of each other’s mouths. It was a hot, passionate moment and I didn’t want it to end. So, I didn’t let it.
I hopped off his cock and moved between his legs, lining my long cock up with his hole. I pushed, again Marcus grunted. Lust took control and I... I… well, I fucked him silly! He moaned, and groaned, and begged for me to fuck him harder… so, I did what any good boyfriend would do. I fucked him harder. I pounded him until I shot in his ass. We just lay there on the floor for a few minutes basking in the afterglow. We ended the night with a shower, then got into the clean hotel bed. I fell asleep in Marcus’ muscular arms with a smile on my face.
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It was only about 7AM when the phone rang, my dad was facetiming. I pulled the bedspread off the bed and wrapped myself in it, then sat in a chair and hit the accept button (yeah, my dad knew me and Marcus slept together, but I didn’t really want him seeing us together. Naked facetime with my dad… that’s a little creepy. right? Anyway, when I was all set, I accepted the call. “Hey dad what’s up?”
“We miss you” my little sister Charlie yelled into the phone while mugging for the screen with her twin sister Rosie.
“When are you coming home?” Rosie asked with a pouty lip. A year ago I didn’t even know I still had a dad let alone a stepmom and two little sisters, but now I couldn’t stand to be away from them.
“I’ll be there when you get home from school tomorrow” I promised quietly so as not to wake the still sleeping Marcus. I talked to my family for a while, and was trying to hang up so I could get back into bed with Marcus, but the girls refused to hang up until I woke him up so they could say hi (it was cute as hell how much they loved him). When I finally got them off the line, I started nagging Marcus. “Let’s get rolling, we got a big day today, we promised to stop by Seth and Zach’s before we go to my grandma’s for lunch.” We were only in Wilmington for a short time and I had a lot I wanted to do.
After a quick shower, we left the room, we laughed when we saw all our clothes strewn down the hall. We did a quick clean up and threw our stuff in the room. Finally, we got into the rental car and headed out to the country. Seth invited us and some of the other guys over for breakfast so we could hang out while a little more before we left town. As soon as we turned into the long gravel drive, their dog Petunia ran to greet us and chased us until we parked the car near the house between Maverick’s pickup and Che’s Camry. I got out and took my dog kisses like a champ, Petunia loved everyone… I think that was one of the best parts of The Village. It wasn’t just like social workers and therapists in a stuffy office, it was dogs, kids, spouses, houses… family. They all welcomed us like we had always belonged. It felt like home. Petunia escorted us into the house, it was loud with talking and laughter as Che, Zach, Maverick, and Ray Ray wrestled with the kids on the living room floor. Meanwhile Seth and River were in the kitchen pulling breakfast together. Marcus got down and the floor and joined the fun, and I went to help Seth and River in the kitchen.
We spent a couple of hours there just hanging out with the guys and the kids, it was tough to leave knowing it would be awhile before I saw any of them again. All the guys left at the same time we did so Seth and his family walked us out to say goodbye. We all got hugs from the kids, Izzy threw in a kiss for good measure, then they stood there and waved as we all drove away; I watched them get smaller in the rearview mirror.
It took us about twenty minutes to get to my grandma’s house, I could smell the fried chicken and collard greens as soon as the car door opened. Grandma and Uncle Rudy (the family nickname for my Aunt Trudy) ran out to greet us and escort us into the old house, they had met Marcus a few times since we started dating and loved him. We spent the afternoon eating and hearing stories about me as a kid (pre-kidnapping), we were having a great time but I had this moment… this quick minute of loathing my mother. She took me away from all this, and all this away from me. She stole my family and robbed me of my childhood… fucking selfish bitch.
While I was seething inside, someone told a funny story and Marcus put his arm around me. That’s all I needed to snap me out of my head and back to the present. The perfect present. 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. You don’t have to have read the other chapters to jump into the story (but if you want to, go for it).
Sams (AKA Frankie) makes his debut in The Village 131.
