Seth’s Perspective
We were hosting Pizza Night at our house that Friday, and BA and Daddy were the center of attention! They had just rolled in from their adventure out west helping Trevor and Asher get settled into their new lives. In true BA fashion, she packed the old RV with souvenirs for everyone, especially the kids. Every kid had at least three T-shirts… from Phoenix, Vegas, The Grand Canyon, Sedona, Buc-ees, etc. That crazy lady had a huge box of… of… well CRAP for each kid. I mean, shit like snow globes with a carrot and two tiny eyes of coal floating in it that said, ‘Arizona snowman’ on it, and these freaky dinosaur grabbers, and princess wands, and pirate swords from Treasure Island, and ‘my grandma went to Las Vegas (or the Grand Canyon, or The Hoover Damn, or Sedona, or Buc-ees) and all I got was this lousy T-shirt’, T-shirts… and the list goes on. It was all pure crap, a total waste of money… and the kids frigging loved it all. The smile on Ali’s face as he walked around in his “Vegas baby” t-shirt holding some creature made from old poker chips and dice was priceless. Not to mention Izzy and Maggie using their princess wands to try to turn the boys into frogs while Freddy and Teddy swash buckled in the corner with their new swords. Every piece of crap she bought them was treasured. I gotta say, I was impressed, and grateful that BA brought just as much shit for our kids as she did for her own grandchildren… as far as she was concerned, they were all her grandchildren. God, our kids were so loved.
On top of all the tacky souvenir crap and prickly pear candy she had a little Las Vegas piggy bank for each kid. She took $20 and gambled it for each kid. God, she was a trip. She put each kid’s $20 in a slot machine and played twenty $1 pulls, then cashed out and put whatever money was left in a little souvenir bank for them. They all got something. DJ was the big winner with over $100, and Ali was the loser with three dollars and some change but you’d swear she’d given him a million dollars. They were all so excited, and appreciated every little thing she gave them. That old woman was covered with kisses and hugs that night… and she loved every damn second of it.
Once the kids were off playing with their treasure trove of crap, we all sat around BA and Daddy eating pizza while they told us about their trip. The trip there was pretty straight forward as they were on a mission to get Trevor to Phoenix with Helga (one of the fugliest cars I had ever seen). However, the trip home was a vacation. I had to laugh as they described every damn tourist trap and truck stop from Las Vegas to Wilmington… and of course they had pictures. They also spent some time with my family, it warmed my heart that my brothers treated them like one of us.
Lastly, she gave us the download on our three villagers turned independent roomies: Alejo, Asher, and Trevor. BA reported back that their apartment was cute but ‘dirty as a gotdamn pigsty.’ Brody just came out and asked what we all wanted to know, “So how many bedrooms and who is sleepin’ with who?”
“There were only two bedrooms, but I assume one of ‘em was sleepin’ on the couch… they’re young, they can flop anywhere” she answered. I knew BA well, and I wasn’t convinced she sharing all the facts, but I wasn’t about to put her on the spot and make her betray the boys confidence. BA was loyal to a fault and that’s why the guys all trusted her. “Asher looked happy, and they all seemed to be doin’ good. That Alli-Joe is a good kid, he seems to have his act together” she added. ‘Alli-Joe’ I had to laugh inside, I’m sure the swarthy Alejo, LOVED being called Alli-Joe. I’m sure the three guys got a kick outta BA and her heart on the sleeve southern hospitality. It was kind of her and Daddy to follow Trevor to Arizona, and it was good to have her back.
Cay was still living at BroMax (he had moved into the guest house) and was doing well at school and work… or at least I thought. He took me aside later that night to ask my advice. “Listen, Seth. Um… I don’t want you to do anything, and I don’t want to tattle, but I need some advice. This stays between us… right?
I could tell he was struggling with something, “Yeah, of course.”
“I’m having trouble at work in the afternoons” Cay said as he looked down avoiding eye contact. “Um… one of the new guys…. Um…”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out where this was going, I had been worried about it from day one, so I interrupted, “Che?”
Cay looked up at me and nodded, “He’s… um… he’s… well he’s an asshole, Seth” said the quiet, polite, innocent Cay. I don’t think I’d heard him swear before. “He’s taunts me, like, constantly trying to get a rise out of me, calling me a… um… pussy, bumping his shoulder into me when he walks past me… he’s a bully.”
I hate to say that I wasn’t surprised, but I WAS disappointed. River and Che came to us as a couple (a first) just a few days earlier. River was clearly longing for help, Che on the other hand was bitter, angry, and sure that he knew everything there was to know. He just wanted freedom from any and all authority and didn’t give a flying fig about having a plan to get there. He was lost. River loved him, and I believed he loved River and treated him well, but he was bound and determined to he was strong, and didn’t need anyone’s help. “Have you talked to Ricky or Max about it?”
“No. I don’t want to cause trouble. I like working there… well except for Che. I wanna handle this on my own, but I’m not sure how.”
“Well, have you talked to him?” I asked.
“When he first started working there, I introduced myself to him and the other guy… River. River was nice but Che just said, ‘I’m here to make some cash, I don’t need no friends’ then walked away. “So, I tried to avoid him after that, but every afternoon when I get there, he finds me and… well, harasses me.”
“Just keep avoiding him, eventually he’ll get bored and stop,” it might not have been the best advice, but it’s the best I could do without getting involved (like he asked). For the record, I wasn’t sure it would work, but part two of my plan was to ask Max and Ricky to watch the guys (without Cay knowing) and catch Che in the act. Cay didn’t love my advice, but I think he felt better just talking to someone about it. He was a great kid, Brody, Max, and Crew loved him. We had talked about him moving into Harrington House, but I was uncomfortable with that now that he told me about Che. I’m glad he came to me before we made the move.
Before everyone left, I talked to Max in confidence and gave him a heads-up. He promised he and Ricky would keep an eye out. “You know we have a zero tolerance policy for that shit, Seth. If we can’t fix it, Che is outta there.”
“Yeah, I get it. Same goes for Harrington House” I said. “The thing that sucks is that River really wants and needs our help… well Che needs it too, he just won’t admit it.” I knew if it came down to it, that if we failed with Che, we’d lose River too. It wasn’t going to be easy. Before he left, I reminded Cay that we were on his side and made him promise to keep me posted.
It only took us a few minutes to clean up after everyone left. That was one of the great things about our village, everyone cleaned up after themselves. Clean-up was easy, but It was a bitch putting the kids down that night because they were so excited about their windfall of crappy souvenirs, but they all (eventually) fell asleep with big smiles on their faces, and Grandma BA was a hero that night. Freddy went to bed last; I got the honor of tucking him in that night, I read him three storied, and it took me over a half hour to get him down. I had planned to work on my book that night, because to be honest, I had kind of neglected it lately with everything going on. I went to the bedroom to grab my laptop and walked in on Zach, already in bed, laying on top of the covers buck-naked, his magnificent manhood slickened with spit as he slowly stroked it. I snickered and with a grin I asked, “What got into you?”
“Same as always… long week at work, sleeping next to the sexiest guy in the world every night, stressed out and horny as hell” he said with that… that… that fucking smile! God, I loved that mischievous smile of his. It was so... so… boyish, attached to all man! “I’ve been waiting for you. Now get naked already, hot stuff!” he was smiling, growling, and patting my side of the bed doing his damnedest to lure me in. Fine! I gave in, stripped naked, and lay down next to him. I swear, he was between my legs and had my cock down his throat in less than one second flat. My soft worm quickly grew into a hungry serpent thanks to Zach’s talented mouth giving me it’s full attention.
“Bring your cock up here so I can suck it” I whispered with a breathy voice. He flipped around into our favorite position (69) and lowered his already hard cock into my mouth and down my throat. He continued to suck on my cock as he pumped himself slowly in and out of my mouth. It didn’t take long before I was at that point where I was so close to orgasm that I was afraid I might cum. I smacked his ass and made him pull his mouth off me before I came. I hated that his mouth left my cock, but I loved that I hadn’t cum yet. As Zach continued to edge me, I looked up and took in the one sight in the world that only I had ever seen: his sweet, blonde, fuzzy taint with his balls gently hanging beneath and his perfectly shaped ass globes hovering above. Fuck, it was hot! I reach up and inserted my fingertips in his ass crack and separated his cheeks to reveal his prefect little pink pucker, I noticed it was gaped just slightly. I took his cock out of my mouth long enough to lick my finger and slicken it up to insert in his hole. Zach had his mouth around my member again and moaned around it sending pleasureful vibrations through my cock, up my spine, and to my brain causing me to involuntarily whimper in ecstasy.
“Fuck me” Zach commanded in a deep sultry voice that made me glad to be alive and in that very moment.
I grinned around his cock, then took him out of my mouth, “you sure about that.” As I’ve told you before, Zach is mostly a top, but every now and then he’d get an idea in his head (and a yearning in his ass) and wanted to bottom for me.
“Hell yes. I cleaned out while you were tucking Freddy in, and have been lying here playing with myself thinking about you in me… now fuck me” He explained with a little snicker. My hot, blonde, jock of a perfect man was giddy about getting fucked.
I asked again, trying to show concern for my husband, while making sure this is what he really wanted… while inside I was cheering, ‘Yay, Bottom Zach is here’ truth be known, I love bottom Zach! Yeah, I loved getting fucked, but every now and then I loved feeling my hard, throbbing, heat seeker up Zach’s tight poop chute. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” I responded, “get on all fours, bottom bitch.” I tried to sound tough, but of course I laughed a little… tough just wasn’t my thing.
Zach snickered again as he got on all fours and commanded, “now fuck me, stud.” So, I did. I got on my knees behind him, pushed down on my cock and drooled some spit on it, While I loosened him up just a bit more with my spit-lubed finger, then two, then three. Then I went for it. I lined up my cock and pushed, more like SHOVED myself into him until my full balls slapped against his perfect, soccer-built ass. “OW, fuck!” Zach gasped.
“Too hard?”
“No! Do it again” Zach begged. I did. “Yeah, fuck me hard. Fuck” he repeated. Zach was IN. A. MOOD! And I wasn’t about to pass that up. I fucked him, and fucked him HARD. The sounds of slapping balls, the creaking headboard, my moans, Zach’s grunts and begging, and the occasional slap to his ass filled our cozy little bedroom as I pummeled him mercilessly. Hey. He begged for it… right? Holding onto his hips, I moved myself in and out of him. He had his face buried in the pillow, his ass in the air (and full of my cock), and his right hand working his on magnificence. He only lasted about two or three minutes before he shot his load onto the bed linens, but I kept going. Zach and I were in love, and we often made love, but not that night. That night I fucked that sweet man silly and he loved every single moment of it. I lasted about ten ecstatic minutes before I finally bred him… shooting my boy batter deep inside the man of my dreams. After a few final pumps, I collapsed on his back. “Fuck!” Zach said catching his breath with a smile on his handsome face. I rolled off him and he rolled on top of me and kissed me, the weight of his perfect body felt good on me.
Eventually, he got off me, we spooned and fell asleep. This time, I was the big spoon.
The next day was Saturday and I was looking forward to pending it at home with the kids. Zach and Brody were taking the boys to a DIY class at Lowe’s, they were so excited to build something together (and by ‘they’ I mean Zach and Brody). Izzy and Ali were content to stay home with me. I got them set-up at the kitchen counter and I mixed some cookie dough and pulled out the cookie cutters… the two of them were excited to have a project.
I hadn’t even rolled out the dough when Ricky called, “Hey Seth, I hate to bother you on a Saturday, but River and Che have been yelling at each other all night and driving the whole building crazy. People are walking past on the street looking up at their window” he said. “What should I do?” Ricky could handle most situations, but in matters of The Village he always tried to involve me or Max… after all, it wasn’t his job, he was just a tenant.
I sighed, “I’ll come by. Can I leave the kids upstairs with you guys while I talk to them?” I asked, already putting the cookie dough in the fridge.
“Absolutely. Are you sure you don’t want me to handle it?” He asked.
“Yeah, this one is up to me” I said. I quickly got the two kids dressed in their coats, and loaded them in the Atlas.
Izzy bitched for a minute as we drove towards downtown, but when I told her a villager needed me, she just said, “We can make cookies when you done?” I answered with a yes and she was fine. The villagers were a part of my kids world and they understood that it was Daddy Seth’s job to help Villagers. When we got to Harrington House, I texted Ricky, he and Timmy came down to the parking lot to get the kids so I could go right to the second floor and deal with Che and River..
“Are you sure you don’t want my help?” He asked again.
“I got this, thanks for watching the kids” I said. Of course, the kids were totally unphased as the two boys took them out of their car seats. Izzy was just happy to get a play date with ‘Unko Wicky’ and Ali as always went with the flow. Once the kids were safe in the hands of our extended family, I made my way to the second floor. I could hear the yelling before I even got inside the building. I went up the steps and knocked on the door loudly, the yelling stopped but no one answered. I pounded on the door again, “It’s Seth, open up” I said in an uncharacteristically loud voice. “NOW GUYS!” I bellowed impatiently.
Finally, the door opened a crack, and I could see part of Che’s face, “What do you want?” he asked quietly.
Very sternly, and somewhat quietly I demanded, “Open. The. Fucking. Door. Now” he did. I looked around, the place was a mess, everything was askew, but both Che and River seemed to be okay. No visible bruises, cuts, or blood. Good. “So, what the hell is going on in here?”
“We’re just talkin’” Che said.
“Yeah, all night long and loud enough to be heard from a frigging block away. The neighbors are complaining and I had to drag my happy ass down here on a Saturday. Now start talkin’.” For the second time that weekend I was playing the hard ass. I kind of liked it.
“Um, Che wants to leave” River said. Che shot him a look that could kill.
I looked at Che and asked the obvious, “Why?’
He barked back, “Cuz it’s all bullshit. You’re just holding us until River’s dad comes to take River Home and throw my ass in jail.”
“No, they’re not, quit being so paranoid… no one is calling my dad” River said.
My first reaction was to be pissed off and argue with the little punk, but I took a deep breath and thought through what might be going through is head. Cay was right, he was kind of an asshole, but why… well duh, it hit me. He was just a scared kid. He played tough, but he was scared. I made the guys take a seat on the couch, then I sat across from them in one of the two hard, kitchen chair. “I get it, you’ve been burned and don’t trust anyone. You don’t know me from dick… so why trust me?” me saying ‘dick’ made him smirk and broke the tension a tiny bit. “We gave you guys a place to stay while you get your shit together, we made sure you had gas, food, and anything else you needed, we even got you jobs” I said. “I think River trusts us” I looked at River, “am I right?” He nodded. “So, what’s it gonna take, Che? I’m running out of ways to show you we give a shit.” I decided to take a new tact. “My father was an asshole” the two just looked at me, I had their attention. I told them my story, Brad’s abduction, what happened to me and Eli at the church elder’s barn, moving in with Brad, everything except for our reconciliation with my father… that seemed a little farfetched given their situation.
“So, because your dad was an asshole too, you think we’ll suddenly trust you?” Che asked, still slouching on the couch, arms still folded… god what a punk.
“Yeah, pretty much” I said making River laugh, Che even cracked a little smile. Then I told them about Craig, Max’s grandpa, etc. and said “So, we started The Village to help guys like us get a fair shake, and have a safe place to go.” River nodded, Che just kind of stared at me trying to read me. “But then you come along and disturb everyone in the building, and I heard rumors that you’re being kind of a dick at work too” I was staring straight at Che. His eyes opened wide, I’m sure he was wondering what the fuck I heard. “Listen, I’m done begging y’all to let me help you. If you want to go. Go. If you want help, we’re here for you.” They both just stared at me. “If you leave, put the keys on the table and make sure Ricky knows you won’t be into work on Monday so he can plan ahead, and I wish you well.” Then I got up. “My kids are upstairs waiting for me. I hope you guys will stay, I know we can help you, but I’m done begging you and I expect y'all to respect those around you while you ARE here. Got it?” They nodded and I guarantee you that Che rolled his eyes at me when I turned to leave.
When I got to the door, River came up behind me and apologized, he was embarrassed. My biggest fear was Che would hold River back from getting the help he needed. I was in the hallway when Che called out the door, “Hey Seth!”
I looked back, “Yeah?”
“I’m sorry for being a dick. I’ll try harder.” Was it sincere or not… who knew? But it was something.
“Thanks” I said with a smile, then added, “We really do give a shit about you guys.” He lifted his head in an up-nod of appreciation. Again, it was something.
I went up to the fourth floor to get the kids. Nobody wanted to leave. Timmy, Ricky, Colton, Craig, and Ella were all in the apartment playing hide and seek with the kids. Izzy and Ali were laughing, giggling, and running around reveling in the attention. We hung out a little longer then I pulled out the big guns and reminded the kids we had cookies to make… that did it. They hugged their friends goodbye, then everyone walked us to the Atlas, buckled the kids in and waved as we drove off. Ricky promised to keep me posted, I also told him to keep an eye on Che and Cay at work.
Once we got home it was back to cookie making. Ali and Izzy were working their little butts off… Izzy used half a bottle of sprinkles to decorate one damn cookie, Ali of course was being his meticulous little self and I was loving life. We had just put our first batch of cookies in the oven when Zach and Freddy came through the door, “Dad, dad, look what I made!” He was holding up his project from the workshop.
“Cool” I said having no clue what he was showing me.
“It’s a chalkboard with a vase” Freddy said excitedly, “See you put a flower here, and you can write stuff here with chalk.” He was so proud of his project.
“I maked cookies” Izzy said, “day in da oben” she was proud of her project too.
“That’s cool, Fredder, you can put it in your room” I said.
“Nuh, uh” he responded, “I wanna leave it here in the kitchen so we can all use it” said the proud little guy.
“That’s a great idea” Agreed Zach. Him and Freddy found a place for it in the kitchen while I rolled out more dough on the Island for the kids to cut cookies from, and Freddy joined the other two. While the kids decorated cookies, I updated Zach on my morning and the run in with Che.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to let them stay?” Zach wisely asked.
“No. But I’m gonna give them the weekend at Harrington House, and see how Che does Monday at work” I answered. “I don’t want to kick them out, especially River; I know he wants help. Monday afternoon I’m going to do private sessions with each and just hope I got through to Che today.”
“Well, what’s your gut. Did he hear you?”
“Yeah, he heard me, but it doesn’t mean he trusts me. The kids been burned by authority. He’s young and angry… I’m just another authority figure trying to screw him over” okay, that got a snort out of Zach. It felt good to bounce things off him, it helped me think through them.
While we were talking, Max called, “Hey, can Teddy stay with you guys for the next couple of days?”
“Of course, What’s up” I answered.
“An unexpected adoption trip to Atlanta” he said. “All we know if that the adoptive parents had a family emergency and backed out at last minute and we’re next in line.”
To be continued…
