The Village 138
Frankie’s Perspective
It was a chilly-warm, Winter-Spring night in the North Carolina countryside. I couldn’t believe I was sitting there talking to my dad after all these years. But there we were on Seth’s patio, just the two of us talking quietly in the darkness. It was kinda surreal.
When we met at the police station, he had asked me to go home with him to Nashville to live, at least for now, “So have you thought anymore about me offer, Samuel?”
‘Samuel,’ I liked how that sounded, it made me smile. I missed being Samuel… and frankly, I hated being Frankie. That wasn’t me, that was some made up guy that nobody loved. “I… I don’t know if I can” I said quietly.
“Come with me and at least try it. If you’re not happy with us, you can figure out what to do from there” he said with pleading eyes. He really wanted me in his life, and that felt amazing. “Consider it a vacation.”
I was uneasy about it all mostly because I hadn’t come out to him yet. ‘Should I tell him?’ I asked myself. ‘Was I ready?’“I um… there is something… um, I’m not sure” I didn’t know what to say, I had never come out to anybody. Ever! My mom and Gary didn’t care enough about my life, so there was no need to tell them. I didn’t really have any friends at home so it never came up. When I was away at school I hooked up with a couple of guys, but that was mostly on apps and we never really talked about it, we just played around. Che saw the equality sticker on my backpack, so he just assumed (correctly) and the guys from The Village just went off that information, I guess. No one ever really tried to confirm it. But this was important. I needed my dad to know. What if I said yes and went back to Nashville with him and he turns out to be a homophobe, or he just didn’t want some fag around his new family… either way I’m back on the streets in a strange place. What if I didn’t tell him, we build a relationship, and he finds out later… would I lose him again? That would devastate me… hell all those options would devastate me and I was already fragile as fuck. I had to do this now. This was the start of a new life for me and I had to be honest, even if it meant ending our relationship before it started, at least if it happened now, I’d still have The Village as a safety net. “Dad, I’m gay” I just blurted it out as if my voice belonged to someone else.
“Is there anyone special?” He asked without hesitation. He had a sweet, comforting smile on his face and didn’t seem fazed at all.
“Um, no, but you heard me… right?” I asked, then repeated, “I’m gay.” I dunno what I expected. Maybe shock, surprise, or some other big reaction.
“Samuel, I’m not stupid” He chuckled a little, “I’ve been hanging out here for a couple of hours. The only girls in this house are under three years old, except for the one who took off in the old Buick to deliver pizzas. Not to mention, The Village only helps LGBTQIA kids, I checked them out after we met yesterday to make sure they were legit.” My dad was checking up on me… I felt protected by a parent for the first time since I was five. “It’s not exactly a mystery, and frankly I don’t give a crap who you love as long as I’m on the list.” He leaned over the tiny table between us and hugged me, “I love you unconditionally Samuel and I want you in my life again” he whispered. Then he did something that made me smile, he used my coming out to sell me on going home with him. “Nashville has a great gay community; you’d love it there. Caroline’s brother is gay, his partner has a little coffee shop off Church Street, they could introduce you around, hell, he’s always looking for good help and would probably even hire you until you figured out what you wanted to do. We don’t live far from Tennessee State if you wanted to go back to school…” he went on and on about the life I could build and how happy I could be there with him and his new family. He was convincing. Besides, what were my options? I could never go back to Florida. I could stay in North Carolina and build a life, but my dad was the reason I was there in the first place, it wasn’t home without him. Everyone treated me great, but I had only been here a short time and had no real roots there. I was so confused.
“Your family wants to see you. Grandma, Aunt Trudy, your cousins” Dad said. ‘Grandma? I don’t remember Grandma. And who the hell is Aunt Trudy? All these people who loved me and mourned my loss… I didn’t even remember existed’ I thought to myself. At that moment I loathed my mother. She took me away from people who loved me and basically brainwashed me so I’d forget them all… and why? To get back at my Dad for trying to make us a family?! She didn’t even like having me around! ‘What a selfish fucking bitch!’ “Grandpa is gone now, but Grandma still makes dinner for the family every Sunday. Come with me… you can see everyone; they all will be so relieved to see you safe and healthy” He offered. “Besides you used to love her fried chicken.
“Dad. I don’t remember any of those people. I was only five, I barely remember you” I said, embarrassed by my confession.
“But they remember you. They all love you, come with me for them, they need to know you’re okay, Sams.” ‘Sams’ that’s what he used to call me; I couldn’t help but smile when I heard it.
“Detective Grubbs said it’s not a good idea for us to be together because we’d be sitting ducks.”
“Listen Sams, April is a chicken shit, she’s a runner.” Dad said. “She won’t come after us, she’s running away again, it’s her thing. It always has been. She didn’t like being a wife and mother so she bolted. Honestly, I wasn’t surprised she left, but I was shocked she took you with her, she did that to hurt me.” My Dad said.
I listened to the only person who had experienced the same insane, unbelievable, almost surreal event as I did and chuckled at it a little. “What about her burning down the trailer and trying to fake out deaths… did you see that coming?”
Dad chuckled a little in response as we both did our best to grasp the ridiculousness of the whole thing. I mean c’mon!!! This whole thing was just crazy. “Yeah, nope, didn’t see that one coming” He scoffed. “She’s probably south of the border by now. How about you come with me to grandma’s house tomorrow and then drive back to Nashville with me on Monday. If you you’re not comfortable there, I promise I will get you a plane ticket to anywhere you want to go.”
“Okay” I said quietly, I mean really, what did I have to lose? I had nothing.
“Okay? Okay what? Okay you’ll come with me to Grandma’s for dinner?” He asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, and… um Nashville too.”
“Are you sure?” He asked trying to remain calm, but his excitement was obvious.
“Yeah, I’ll try it, I really wanna meet my little sisters” I said, still a little unsure. My dad jumped off his chair and gave me a tight bear hug. He was so excited… he really did love me. It was an amazing moment that I’ll never forget. It was dark out save for the flicker of the bonfire in the distance. The smell of smoke and sounds of laughter and 90’s music filled the air. The air was chilled but I was warm in the loving embrace of the father I thought I would never see again. He let me out of his clutches long enough to call his wife to tell her I was coming then handed me the phone and she told me how excited she and the girls were to meet me, and how happy she was that I was finally coming home… I believed her.
Just as I hung up, I heard Zach yelling my name from the bonfire, “FRANKIE! WHERE ARE YOU?! SAMUEL!!!”
“WE’RE ON THE PATIO” my dad shouted back. Zach and Seth came over to us.
“Have you heard?” Zach asked with excitement in his voice. “They arrested Marnie Morris trying to cross the border in Laredo, Texas. She was in a stolen car.”
My dad shook his head and mumbled under his breath, “Oh April, you never did think things through.” Then he looked up at me and said, “How she pulled-off taking you and disappearing in the swamplands for thirteen years I will never understand.”
“Well, the good news is they have her in custody in Texas” Seth said.
“The prosecutor has already prepared the application for extradition. The state has thirty days to send an agent to pick her up and bring her back, I’m guessing the DA’s office will move fast because of the high visibility of the case.” Zach told us.
Seth looked over at me, “How you doing? You good with all this?”
I nodded, “Um, I came out to my dad…” you’d think the news of my mother’s arrest would own my head, but my relationship with my father was bigger news. Seth looked over at my dad.
“No duh” Joked my dad making the guys laugh. “I don’t give a crap; I got my son back after thirteen years of devasting heartbreak.” Then Dad looked at me waiting for me to break the news.
“I’m going back to Nashville with him on Monday” Zach and Seth were both happy for me, I hadn’t known them long, but I could tell that Seth was happy but cautious, we’d no doubt talk about it after my dad left.
We all went back to join the others at the bonfire, the music and laughter were loud and it was a real party. We had a lot to celebrate. Well it was getting late so Max and Brody went into the house, bundled up the sleeping twins, and said goodnight. The guys who were staying at BroMax Farm left with them, then my Dad said goodnight. We made plans for him to pick me up the next day, go to Harrington House to get my stuff, then head to Grandma’s for dinner… and off to my new life in Nashville Monday morning. Holy crap things were moving so fast, but it all felt so right. Then it hit me, this was my last night with the only people who had given a shit about me since I was five.
I hung out by the bonfire with Che, River, Seth, and Zach. I’m usually a quiet guy, but that night I felt like talking, and I talked a lot! I talked about the excitement and fear I had about meeting the family the next day, then Dad’s new family, and my new life with my dad.
“You’re so fuckin’ lucky” Che said.
“And you’re lucky Izzy’s in bed” Seth barked. Izzy had been all over Che about his swearing… it was cute how that tiny little thing could tame the big thug.
Che chuckled and then said, “My Dad don’t give a shhh… crap about me. He aint called me since we left a couple months ago. He prolly don’t even know I’m gone, and if he does, he don’t care.”
“And my dad sent a couple of his thugs to terrorize us” River said.
“Until BA took ‘em down” Che said and then him and Zach did a fist bump and they all laughed. Then he told me the story. All I could think was ‘damn everybody around here has everybody else’s backs. Is it smart to leave for the dream of a family… maybe I already found my family here?’ I was so confused, but the more we talked the more I realized I was lucky, damn lucky, to have a chance to reunite with my real family. Sitting by the fire and getting it all out there gave me clarity… yup, I was finally going home to a place I had never been before.
Eventually the fire died down, Seth and Zach went up to bed (with Seth promising a one-on-one conversation in the morning), leaving me sitting out on a rock between Che and River. As the fire fizzed out and the night air got colder, the three of us huddled as close as we could and kept talking. I noticed as we did, that River was resting his hand on my thigh. I hadn’t known these guys very long, but I thought River didn’t like me… I mean, he always acted kinda jealous of my relationship with Che, even though it was just a friendship. But that night, he seemed to warm up to me.
“I’m gonna miss you” River said with a kiss to my check before laying his head on my shoulder.
“Yeah, me too man” Che said before doing the same, then adding his hand to my thigh. ‘What the fuck was happening?’ I thought. It felt like they were both coming on to me. I mean, I was new to all this and didn’t have a lot of experience, but I was pretty sure they were working me. I was not complaining, to be honest, I had come down the steps the night before and caught them going at it… I stayed there and watched for a little while wishing I was in the middle of it all… now it seemed like I was about to be. River, slight little, quiet River put his hand on my cheek, turned my face and kissed me full on the lips snaking his tongue down my throat. I felt Che’s warm, full lips on my neck as his hand inched its way to my crotch. The next think I knew, both guys had their hands and lips on me… I didn’t resist (hell it didn’t even occur to me), I just let it happen, and it felt good. Barely a week before I was sleeping in the park, now I had a safe place to stay, a family to go home to, people around me who cared, and two cute guys making out with me… I had the freaking world at my feet.
I turned my head and shifted my lips to Che’s while River took over slathering my neck with soft kisses. Che put a hand on the back of my head and pressed my face against his while his wide tongue surveyed my oral cavity. River was squeezing my package with more intensity making me hard, the harder I got the more he squeezed. He undid my pants, never pulling his lips from my neck. Che’s hands were busy pulling my jeans down to my ankles so I was sitting bare-assed on a rock in front of the smoldering embers of the dying bonfire. The rock was cold on my ass cheeks, and the heat from what was left of the fire warmed my genitals. On top, the cold winter/spring air hit my face while the lips of my two partners warmed my lips and neck. The contrast was fucking out of this world and my long, thin eighteen year old cock was struggling to break out of its skin… I was so hard it hurt. The pain was soothed when the warmth of River’s mouth consumed my pecker. I was long, but he took me down his throat making me whimper in pleasureful glee. My cock danced with joy over the unexpected duo attack, I was eighteen with minimal experience, the wind blowing could make me hard… well, the River blowing was even more intense and I shot a load of spunk down his throat. He tugged my balls as he swallowed every drop of my boy juice. I leaned back against Che’s chest and caught my breath. But my new friends had other plans.
Che hooked his arms underneath mine from behind and lifted me to my feet. Then, as if they were one unit, the two guys dropped to their knees. Che buried his face in my scrawny ass and ate me out… no one had ever done that before. His tongue went in and out of my hole like a small, wet dick. River had my long, soft, spent cock in his mouth again and was bringing it back to life… it didn’t take as much effort as you’d think. I was young, horny, sex deprived, ad hard again in no time. River took my dick out of his mouth long enough to say, “Fuck him, Che.”
I could hear the grin in his voice as Che asked, “You wanna watch me fuck him, baby?”
“Yeah, and I wanna help” River responded. He lay on the cold, hard ground and took Che’s big, black cock in his mouth while Che kept rimming me. My cock was exposed to the cold air when River took it out of his mouth, and quickly deflated again… I could not have cared less. The sensations that the two lovers were giving my body were indescribable. These two were my first real friends, I did not see this coming, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. It was a weird feeling, like these two guys were making out… going at it… with me in the middle. I was the center of attention again, first the media, now my two friends. After a while of Che eating my hole while River sucked his BBC, we were ready for the big event. I bent over and planted my hands on the rock I’d been sitting on. River spit on my hole and lubed it up with his thin finger, then he spit on Che’s massive member, slathered it with his saliva, and lined it up with my hole then moved in front of me so that we were face to face. “Are you ready?” he asked. His lips almost touching mine. I nodded. “Che’s a big boy, if you know what I mean” he whispered. He held my chin in his hand and kissed me tenderly, Che pushed at the same time and his plum-sized head stretched my hole as entered my scrawny little ass.
I knew what he meant soon enough, “Oh my god you’re huge” I whispered into the darkness follow by a “fuck” that I grunted into River’s mouth. It hurt like hell! River pushed his lips harder against mine trying to deflect my attention from the pain in my hole. I whimpered in his mouth as Che’s big, fat, cock pumped in and out of me, River stood and replaced his lips with his long, skinny cock. Before I really even knew what was happening, I was getting spit roasted by my two new friends. It was hot, hard, and totally surreal. River’s length was down my throat while his dark pubes tickled my nose, I could smell the smoke from the bonfire mixed with his own musk. His scent was strong from all the activity of the day and he tasted tart. I felt his hand on the back of my head and his pubic bone colliding with my face as he thrust in and out of me making my eyes water.
Meanwhile, on the other side of my scrawny frame, Che’s big, black cock was tearing my tight, almost virginal hole. My hole was on fire, I swear I felt it tear, but inside I was full… so full, his huge invader was almost too beg to handle, but I took it. I took it from both ends. This is the kind of abuse I could get on board with. “Ima’ breed you” he huffed as he pumped harder and faster.
“Fuck him, Bae” River said in a frenzied voice, then he said to me, “get ready to swallow my fuckin’ load” and he pounded my face even harder.
“Oh, fuck yeah, feed him your juice, bitch.” The two guys were lost in their own lust as they pounded away on my thin body. I had NEVER in my young life felt anything like it, they were using me like a sex doll and I loved it!!! Suddenly there was a burst of warmth in my mouth and another in my ass as both guys came inside me at the same time and flooded me with their cum. Juices seeped out of my hole and down the corners of my mouth as they continued their brutally assault of ecstatic pleasure. My soul floated above the scene and I watched from above as my two new friends reveled in the pleasure my scrawny body was giving them.
Spent, they both pulled out of me leaving my holes to leak their boy nectar onto the dirt. I stood on shaky legs and the two went back to eating out my ass and sucking my cock. This time, River was eating the cum out of my boy hole while Che milked my aching cock of another load… my second in a very short while. The three of us kissed, then pulled our clothes on. We sat by the stifled bonfire and talked like nothing ever happened for about fifteen minutes, then went into the house and fell asleep.
In the morning, I talked to Seth as I helped him breakfast. We talked about my plans to meet my family, and then go to Nashville with my dad.
“I’m sad to see you go, but happy about why you’re leaving” Seth said.
“Thanks for everything, you guys all changed my life in like a week. I can never thank you enough.”
“Just pay it forward” Seth said as he scrambled the eggs.
“What’s that mean?”
“It means help others who need it, bud” Seth said with a chortle. “Everybody is dealing with some kind of shit, the best way to pay back kindness is with more kindness.” I didn’t know it at the time, but those words would stick with me forever. These guys didn’t know me, in fact they didn’t know crap about me other than I needed help… so they helped. If Che wouldn’t have come back to get me, I’d still be homeless and wouldn’t have found my dad. But my mom would still be running free… that kinda sounded like a good thing, but it wasn’t. It was just starting to hit me that my mother had lied to me my entire life. She literally kidnapped me, changed my name, and her worst sin: she took me from the people who loved me, and made me believe they hated me. I can’t tell you how much that thought fucked with my head. The more I thought about it, the less I cared if she fried in the damn electric chair. I mean come on, she freaking hated me, she saw me as a burden, yet she kidnapped me just to make my dad suffer… I… I couldn’t. I just couldn’t! The more I thought about it, the more enraged I became. I got lost in my own thoughts and was seething inside.
“Hey! Turn the bacon” Seth barked snapping me out of my thoughts. I flipped the bacon while he spoke. “Listen, I think it’s awesome that you’re reuniting with your family. But we’re all here if things don’t go as planned. Promise you’ll call me to check in, especially if things don’t go as planned. Okay?” I just smiled this dopey smile at him in response. “What?” He asked with a smirk.
“You give a crap. That’s what” I said with a laugh. “No one has given a crap about me in a long time.” Then I looked him in the eye and said, “Thank you.”
Seth smiled in response just as the kids and the other guys came running into the kitchen for breakfast. That old farmhouse felt like home. I hope I felt as safe at my dad’s place.
To be continued…
