Brad’s Perspective
As a favor to my brother Seth, Scotty and I invited a bunch of people over for dinner to welcome one of The Villagers who was moving to Phoenix from North Carolina. Damn, my baby brother amazed me, Seth was always helping someone. He and his friend Max started this amazing organization (The Village) to help young LGBTQIA adults get a good start at life. Seth and my other two brothers had come to live with me and my husband when they were in their late teens, how the hell Scotty put up living with me and my three brothers, I’ll never know. Any other guy would’ve walked out the door on day one, but not Scotty. We had only been dating for like a month when the shit hit the fan and my father and his church abducted me for conversion therapy… after that, things moved so damn fast. Scotty was relentless! He flew from Denver to Phoenix and worked with the police until they found me, then he came to New Mexico to pick me up from the hospital, punched my dad in the nose, proposed to me on the trip home, married me in Vegas, and agreed to take my three bothers in… that was all in about the span of a week. Scotty and I had our first date at Thanksgiving, and by the first week of the new year we were married with three teenage kids. Not only did he stick around, but he’s told me a million times since that he wouldn’t have changed a damn thing.
Well, that was a decade ago and my three brothers have all moved on and built great lives for themselves. But Seth, like I said… he amazes me. When Seth and Max founded The Village, Seth told me his personal goal was to make sure every young LGBTQIA adult had a Brad and Scotty to help them, just like he did. That little fucker made me cry when he said that. That was a couple of years ago and I’ll be damned if they weren’t doing exactly what they set out to do. Max’s grandfather had passed away and left him a trust to start the organization, he and Seth created a plan with a mission of ‘building strong gay men, women, and nonbinary adults who can stand on their own, by creating opportunities for them’ (yeah, my baby brother had drilled that into our heads), and they made sure everyone we knew was part of it. The network Seth built was impressive. He signed up several companies and individuals as sustaining donors (meaning they sent a check monthly), he has connections all over the country and can help anyone, anywhere. All our friends (and their friends) have helped Villagers in some way with everything from finding them housing, or jobs, or transportation, to just offering them a meal and someone to talk to. Seth had brought out the giving spirit in all of us.
The Villager we were hosting that night was Asher. They were intersex and had met Seth several months before through the social worker that connected Seth with his tow adopted kids (and his newest foster child). The intersex component was new to all of us and we did our damnedest not to say something stupid or trip up on pronouns. As I understand it, Asher lost his mother when he was younger and had been in the foster system for years, and when they aged out, they needed some help getting started. The Village found him a safe place to live, a job, helped him get funding for school, even helped him get his first car. Now… they had a great career opportunity in Phoenix and new challenges ahead. Seth introduce them to us so we could help them with the big transition… A 2,000 mile move and a job change would be stressful for anyone, but to a painfully shy, 19 year old intersex person like Asher, it had to overwhelming as fuck. Seth knew the move would be good for Asher, but was also afraid he’d retreat into his shell if he felt too alone, so he did what he could to make sure Asher was supported. Asher wasn’t the first villager we had helped, there had been a few our Phoenix group had helped with jobs, temporary housing, etc. The first, and our Biggest success was Alejandro. Alejo was a spoiled rich kid who was disowned by his family for being gay and suddenly found himself penniless and homeless. He lived with us for a while, now he’s back in school and holding his own pretty damn well. We invited him over for dinner that night too hoping he and Asher would hit it off and he could help make Asher feel comfortable.
The two of them were night and day, but seemed to find enough common ground to strike up a friendship. We all watched as they talked at the dinner table and navigated their new friendship. Asher was undeniably shy and it was clear he was doing his best not to let Alejo’s intimidatingly swarthy good looks and big personality push him back into his shell. I admit, he held his own and by the end of dinner he seemed comfortable and was rambling on. He was adorable and a lot of fun when he got comfortable and let loose. During dinner, Alejo offered Ash his spare bedroom for a month to help him out, if it worked out it might become a permanent thing, if not, it bought Ash another month to get to know his new surroundings and find a home of his own. Asher would be safe with Alejo, he was a great guy… and we knew Alejo could use the help with the rent and other bills (although he’d probably just blow it on clothes). The two left together and Alejo gave Asher a ride back to his hotel. We all hugged them goodbye and made it clear to Asher that we were all there for them if they needed anything.
After the two left Kevin, Randy, Brian, and Olivia all hung out and talked while the four kids played together (we typically all hung out on Sunday nights at Kev and Randy’s place, so there wasn’t much to catch up on). We Facetimed Seth (as promised) to tell him about our visit with Asher. It was two hours later in North Carolina (Phoenix doesn’t do the daylight savings thing and I always messed up my time zones). Seth answered on the very first ring and his familiar face filled the screen, “Hey! How did it go?” he asked anxiously.
I heard his husband Zach yell from off screen “It’s about time you bitches called… Seth’s been shitting bricks about this all night.” The four of us laughed out loud at Zach. Side note: we all freaking loved Seth’s husband Zach! They were so great for each other.
“It went great” I said. “he’s a nice guy” (I hoped that wasn’t a breach of pronouns).
“Him and Alejandro are going to be roommates” Scotty said with a chuckle as he leaned over so Seth could see his face, then gave a little smile and wave to his brother in-law).
“What?!” Seth asked in disbelief, so we gave him the details. “Now there’s an odd couple” he chuckled. “I didn’t even think about that possibility, That’s fantastic, Alejandro will pull him out of his shell that’s for damn sure.”
“Hey, Ash said I could sit in on your next session” Brian yelled from across the room. Seth was happy about that! Both Seth and Brian were psychologists, Seth had helped Ash through a lot, and Brian had graciously promised to take the baton and help him once he moved to town.
We talked for a little longer, Zach and Seth updated us on their family drama… they had recently adopted two amazing kids and had their hands full, aaaaaand… apparently, they were planning on adopting a third, Ali. Ali was their current foster child, we hadn’t met in-person yet, but had facetimed with him and he was cute as hell! He just seemed like part of their perfect little collected family. “Are you bitches gonna come out to Arizona during Freddy’s spring break again this year so we can meet Ali?” Scotty asked. Seth and Zach had brought Their two other kids, Freddy, and Izzy to visit last year and we had a blast.
“I’m game!” Zach yelled from off screen.
“We haven’t talked about it yet, but damn, we could use a little break” Seth said.
“It’s a cheap vacation, you guys cover airfare and we’ll handle the lodging and meals” I added, I was really hoping they’d take us up on the offer… I missed the little shit and his brood.
“We’ll check our schedules and finances and get back to y’all” Seth said. He had picked up a little southern twang since their move to North Carolina, after we all gave him shit about saying “y’all” we said goodnight and hung up. Seth seemed relieved that things were going well for Asher, and that Alejo was taking him under his wing. After the call, the rest of our guests left and the kids went to bed leaving me and Scotty alone in an uncharacteristically quiet house.
Scotty poured us a couple of cocktails and said with a dirty little smirk, “It’s a perfect night for hot tubbing.”
“Works for me” I said returning his smirk. We had installed an inground hot tub off to the side of the pool a couple of years before, It was typically too hot to use it in the summer, but it was awesome in the winter. It was the perfect, cool January night. It had hit 70 degrees that day, but once the sun went down the temperature dropped to about fifty degrees… welcome to the desert, once the sun drops so does the temperature. I followed Scotty into our bedroom to get our trunks on; the kids didn’t always sleep through the night, so we wore trunks in the hot tub just to be safe. Scotty stripped then bent over to search the drawer for his trunks. Damn! He was a stocky guy with a muscular wrestlers build that had aged extremely well and he still had an amazing ass. I thought about the first time I saw his ass (well technically the second if you count the drunken night in college) I remember how he freaked out the first time I rimmed him, but it didn’t take long for him to get into it. He was so grossed out by the idea of licking a guys asshole… but I finally convinced him and he took to it like a champ. Seriously, my man knew how to toss a salad… I’m just saying. I snuck up behind him and smacked his incredible ass.
He yelped, chuckled, swung his body around and pulled me against him. He was a strong little stud. He fumbled with my jeans as I pulled the polo over my head, in just seconds our two naked bodies were pressed against each other, and we kissed while our soft cocks rubbed against each other. We made out and felt each other up for a bit before we separated, pulled on our trunks, and went out to the hot tub. We sat across from each other and talked about our night with Asher and Alejo, and the rest of our guests, the possibility of Seth, Zach, and family coming out for a visit over Spring break, etc. Then we talked about the kids… Brooklyn need to bring cookies to school for something on Thursday, Maddox had a sleepover coming up on Saturday…. Blah, blah, blah. The entire time we talked about the normal and mundane, Scotty’s toes were massaging my soft but growing manhood through my swim trunks. He curled his toes into my waistband and tried getting me naked with his feet. “What do you think you’re doing” I said with a snicker as I sipped my cocktail.
“You” He quietly said, “FYI we’re gonna fuck in this hot tub tonight” then he put his hands under the water, squirmed a little bit, then lifted his trunks out of the water, twirled them in the air then tossed them onto the patio behind my head. The cocktails and hot water were definitely having an effect on him.
I just laughed and went with the flow, “We are. Are we?” I laughed as I untied the knot in my shorts, and let him pull them off me with his feet. I reached under the water to grab them, twirled them around my head, and tossed them over his head just like he had done to me.
“Yeah. We are” he replied with that irresistible grin.
“And what about the kids?” I asked.
“Fuck em’” he laughed still smirking. “They’re passed out for the night, it’s daddy time” he added as he squished my hardening junk between his toes under the water. I just basked in the attention for a little bit, reaching over with my foot and returning the favor. The two of his sat in the darkness of the cool, desert night and just enjoyed our rare, quiet, moment alone as our manhood hardened and got ready for the inevitable.
Eventually, we both moved towards the middle of the hot tub so we were side by side. Our thighs were touching, our knees were touching, our feet were touching, and our hands were groping and stroking. We both leaned in for a kiss… that’s all it took to bring me to full mast. Damn, after a decade together his kiss was still magic. While we were kissing, Scotty put an arm around me, lifted his leg and rolled his sweet ass onto me so he was sitting on my lap, straddling me, face-to-face. With his arms around my neck and my cock snuggly nestled in his butt cleavage, he moved his body back in forth in the hot water while the bubbles effervesced around us. Our lips were locked and our tongues tangoing as we “wet-humped” in the hot, bubbly water pit of relaxation.
Scotty continued his back and forth movements on my manhood as he reached back and grabbed my hardness in his hand. He lined me up with his hole and pushed his tight, muscular frame down on me with only the water as lube. HO-LY-FUCK he was tight as HELL! Scotty wasn’t really a bottom, he was a versatile top at best, and him giving up his tight ass was a rare event that I intended to savor. Scotty winced and playfully bit my shoulder as he lowered his body, slowly impaling himself on me. When he finally bottomed out, he just sat there for a moment getting used to my size again (it had been a loooooong while since I was in there). After a bit he moved himself back and forth, then in a circular motion, his arms were wrapped around my neck, and his chin was on my shoulder as he moaned euphorically into my ear. His moans vibrated in my eardrum and sent shivers down my spine. My face was cold from being exposed to the night air but my body was on fucking fire in every sense of the word.
I felt Scotty’s hardness pushing against my abs, so I grabbed it and started stroking it in sync with our fucking. Scotty started bouncing up and down on me, his hands grabbed my shoulders pushing his powerful body away from mine. He threw his head back and started moaning louder lost in the moment… as much as I was lost in the moment too, I reminded him, “Shhhh the kids are just inside.”
Scotty snickered, “shut up and fuck me already.” So, I did. We tried to keep quiet as we… well… fucked. That’s the best word for it. He was bouncing, I was pushing up into him, and we were both reveling in the sensations of the heat on our bodies and the cold on our faces. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna shoot” Scotty moaned as he bounced harder and faster, splashing the water out of the hot tub.
“Yeah, baby shoot your…” was all I got our before ropes of his cum came shooting out of the water and onto my face. “holy fuck, that’s hot” I grunted just before I shot my load quietly up his perfect, ex-wrestler ass. He licked his cum off my face as he continued to bounce on my pogo stick until he was satisfied.
We sat like that for a while, him on my lap and me up his ass… finally he got off me and said, “Come on, pool time.” He got out of the tub, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out with him. We ran like little kids and dove into the freezing cold pool. “WHOOOOOOOO” Scotty yelled loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood (including our two sleeping children) as he emerged from the water.
I came up right in front of him and shushed him, “Dammit, Scotty! You’ll wake the kids… and we’re naked.” He snickered and we both looked around with guilt written on our faces… all was quiet. Whew! The kids were still asleep. I kissed my husband who laughed into my lips. We quietly got out of the pool, pulled on our wet trunks, and dried each other’s bodies off with the beach towels. “That was fucking fun” I whispered.
“God, I love you” Scotty replied with a kiss before we went back into the house. On the way to our bedroom, we checked to make sure we hadn’t awakened the kids. They were both out like a light (we got away with it).
We finally got into bed, a decade before, Scotty was my fantasy crush, my dream man, I never believed I would end up with him, but there we were… happy as two piss-pigs in a public urinal trough. I pressed my cold, naked, satisfied body against his and we spooned… I fell asleep with my hand cupping his ass.
The next morning the alarm went off and I woke up in and empty bed. I jumped in the shower to clean the hot tub funk off me, dried off, suited up for work, and went into the kitchen to grab a cup coffee. Scotty already had the coffee brewing and breakfast sizzling as he stood there in his sweat shorts and an apron. Brooklyn was yelling to him from the hallway about some shirt she wanted to wear to school but couldn’t find “middle drawer to the right” Scotty yelled back. Maddox was sitting at the kitchen table finishing up the homework he skipped the night before so he could play with his cousins.
I was pouring my coffee when Seth called, “hey, baby brother. What’s up?” I answered cheerfully.
“We checked our schedules…” he said then gave me the dates of Freddy’s spring break. “I can get off, and Zach will check this morning, but doesn’t see any issues. We can both work remotely if we need to.”
I checked the dates with Scotty, “Yeah, that overlaps Maddox and Brooklyn’s break.” Maddox heard his name and looked up from his homework. “Sounds like a tentative plan” I said. Seth promised to get back to me to talk details after they solidified the time off, etc. “Love you guys, see you soon.”
“Who was that?” Maddox asked as Brooklyn entered the room.
“Uncle Seth” I said, “They’re planning on coming out to see us when you guys are on Spring break.”
“Awesome” Maddox exclaimed, “Can we go to the Zoo, and the Waterpark, and the arcade… OH What about go-carts… and four wheeling in the desert… and…” Maddox was excited and was going to milk this for a vacation. His cousins coming was the perfect excuse to do all the fun stuff he loved. They had only met their new cousins twice, once at my brother Eli’s wedding, and then at Thanksgiving. Our kids and Kev’s kids were a little older than Freddy, but not that much and they all got along the couple of times they were together.
Brooklyn rolled her eyes (of course she did… she was at that age). “Aren’t you excited to see your cousins?” Scotty asked her.
“Do I have to babysit Izzy” she said. She was about to turn eight and raised around adults so she was eight going on sixteen… kids were annoying to her, and Izzy was a kid.
“Seth says she loves Barbies” Scotty offered to try and appease her (Although she refused to admit it, Brooklyn was a Barbie freak).
Brooks eye’s popped open, “Can we go to the Barbie Museum?!!” She begged. There wasn’t a Barbie museum, but there was a Barbie exhibit coming to the Phoenix Art Museum and she had been begging us to take her. “pleeeeeeassssse?!”
“If you promise to play nice with Izzy with her while she’s here. Yes!” Scotty said. That sealed the deal. Our kids were officially excited about their younger cousins coming to visit.
We finished breakfast and headed out the door together. I got in my car and headed to work, Scotty and the kids piled into the minivan ad headed towards the school. Life was good.
To be continued…
