Gina’s Perspective
After almost a decade of friendship with Seth, Zach, Max, and Brody, I found myself the mother of a brood! Maggie and DJ were mine, but then again so were Freddy, Teddy, Izzy, Ali, Olli, Abbi, and now baby Merce. This amazing group of people I met in college had grown into this… this, well, “commune”? No, more like a “village”? Well, I guess the best word is “family”. We all live in the same general area, help each other with our kids, and have pretty much redefined the term “co-parenting,” all our kids know that any adult in this group is to be listened to, respected, and more importantly trusted. I loved the community we created.
It all started when I moved into the dorms at UW-Milwaukee my freshman year of college. There was a mixer on our floor and they paired us all off with one of our dormmates as an icebreaker. The idea was to get to know each other, then we were supposed to introduce our partner to another person, etc. etc. Well, I got paired with Seth, one of the hottest guys there, I had my eye on him since I had first seen him moving in earlier that day… of course he turned out to be gay (my luck). He introduced me to his suitemate, Zach who was even hotter. We were both lusting after the guy and trying to figure out if he was gay or straight, and of course… he was gay. Gay, gay. gay. Eventually the guys introduced me to an actual straight boy, Zach’s roommate Teddy. Teddy was sweet and goofy, we dated on and off through most of college. Well, that was the start of my run as a Fairy Princess (Fag Hag, Fruit Fly, whatever you want to call it). I had no idea that those guys would change… no, that’s not the right word, “shape” (that’s better) my life and be part of it forever. An amazing part. Those guys introduced me to Max who got me my first teaching job in North Carolina, his husband Brody introduced me to his brother, Dylan, who turned out to be the love of my life. So here we are like eight years later with a group of about 50 people about to invade the happiest place on earth.
We walked through the main gate then gathered to regroup. “Okay,” Zach’s mom shouted as she held her iPad. “All the girls going to Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique later this morning over here. We need to stick together. You too Mo!” I had taken Maggie and Izzy to the boutique on our last trip and it was so much damn fun! Those two went insane, even Daddy Sach got into it. This year Seth’s niece, Brooklyn, my mother in law BA, Zach’s mom and his sister, Max’s Mom, and grandmother, Mom Nicholl’s, and Seth’s sisters and sister in-law were all joining us. In other words, all the females… OH! And I almost forgot ‘Auntie Mo’. Mauricio (or Auntie Mo as the kids called him) was a family friend of Seth’s from Phoenix… I didn’t know him or that group of guys very well, I mean I had met them a couple of times during Spring Break in college, again at Seth and Zach’s wedding, stuff like that but I never spent any real time with them. I did know that Izzy and Brooklyn adored Auntie Mo, and that he was instrumental in Seth learning how to reconcile being gay with his uber religious upbringing. One time when we were drunk and talking on his dorm bed back in the day, Seth referred to Mauricio as his ‘gay angel’. He was the most flamboyant of the guys, a colorful, loud, Latino. I was looking forward to getting to know him better.
Anyway, Kelly was there with her iPad breaking us up into groups, princess lovers, pirate lovers, nap-needers, slow walkers, fast walkers, etc. She made sure every kid had adult supervision and were set up for the best day of their life. How the hell she stayed so organized; I’ll never know. I mean, seriously, I was anal about organization but she put me to shame. I ran my classroom, the HR department at BroMax Candle Co, and my own home like well-oiled machines, but I was no match for Super Grandma. The nice part is that I could enjoy the fruits of her labor (and no I didn’t mean Zach, ha-ha) and enjoy the day. As we were all getting into our groups, Izzy and Maggie recognized an old friend.
“Hey Goofy! It me” Izzy yelled. Oh my god, all the adults who were on the trip last year (or had seen the video of Izzy lecturing Goofy for scaring her) couldn’t help but laugh. On our first Disney adventure, Goofy scared the crap out of Izzy. He snuck up behind her and knelt on one knee for a hug… when she turned around and saw him, she went ape shit and screamed bloody murder. When she regained her composure she told Seth, “Dat mean guy scay-oed me” (Izzy to English translation: “Goofy was mean, father. He scared me”). Luckily for us, Izzy’s idol, Cinderella, was passing by, saw the incident, and came to her rescue. Later that day, Izzy ran into Goofy again and proceeded to lecture him. I witnessed the entire thing. As versed as I was in Izzy and Maggie-ese, I only cauight half of the lecture. Izzy (in full princess regalia) saw Goofy and yelled, ‘HEY GUY!’ then ran up to him and started to lecture him about scaring her earlier. The gist of it was… “you shouldn’t have scared me, it was mean, I’m a princess, you should be nice” Maggie offered several ‘yeah’s” to the conversation in support of her bestie. It was hilarious… those two little princesses gave Goofy hail and he just paced back and forth with them and took it. Finally, the lecture from Professor Izzy ended and Goofy got down on one knee; he gave the girls a double hug. All was forgiven. Zach had recorded the entire thing.
This trip was different, the kids were older and Goofy was an old friend, Izzy ran towards him with Maggie at her side (those two were inseparable). I got a notification on my phone that Zach had uploaded last year’s video of the Goofy incident to our WhatsApp page so everybody knew the dramatic history. Auntie Mo cackled loudly as he watched the video, as did most of us. Meanwhile, in real time, Goofy got down on one knee with open arms and welcomed Izzy and Maggie like they were all old friends, Zach was recording it just in case. I doubt very much it was the same Goofy that Izzy had taken to task the year before, but as far as the girls were concerned, it was their old friend and they had giant smiles on their faces.
Izzy and Maggie each took a hand and dragged poor Goofy over to introduce him to their brothers, “Dat my Bwuddo, Ali” she said.
“And dat my Bwuddo, Deej” Maggie added.
“Dat Tad. He my cousint” Izzy said introducing Goofy to her cousin Tad (Seth’s sister Mary’s boy. He was between the ages of DJ and Ali, the three little guys hit it off instantly and had a great time playing in the pool together the night before, so he was now part of their entourage).
Ali was the easiest going kid I had ever met. He just went with the flow, he loved to be held, and I can’t recall ever seeing him cry. He was all over Goofy! He gave him an adorable “hi” as he shot him a winning smile and shook his big white hand. the other two boys wanted nothing to do with him. DJ waddled over, hid behind me, and grabbed onto my legs for dear life, Tad did the same to Mary. Poor Goofy, our gang was giving him hell for the second year in a row, but he was a great sport (Disney trains them well). Goofy took the win with Ali and gave him a hug. The smile on Ali’s little face was enormous as Goofy walked away. “Dat’s Goofy. He’s my friend” Ali said clearly, it was the longest sentence I had ever hear him utter. Of course, Zach recorded it all. Sometimes Zach drove me crazy with that damn phone camera. If there was a kid around that damn camera was pointed at them, buuuuuuut, on the flip side, so many awesome moments had been captured because of him.
When everyone was grouped up and accounted for, we got instructions from Kelly on how to keep in touch and where and when to meet for lunch then nap time… once we had the deets, we moved forward into the park. We all stuck together at first as we walked down Main Street to Fantasyland and got in line for Peter Pan’s flight. Max and Riley found a shady area and hung out with the babies in their strollers while the rest of us rode the ride. All the kids were having fun, DJ’s face was alive with wonder as he took it all in and pointed out everything, I couldn’t take my eyes off him, he was so damn adorable. Next, Eli and Brody relieved their spouses on baby duty and we all rode Under The Sea together. It was so cute watching how proud all these guys were of their kids. I swear these guys were the best dads ever. After that our group started to break apart. The older boys had had enough of the ‘baby rides” and headed off to Adventureland to get into some Pirate trouble. Most of the guys from AZ just took off to explore without kids… there was no doubt in my mind they went hunting for cocktails. Brook and Mom Nicholl’s took a detour for a little one on one girl time. Everybody did their own thing for a while.
Me, Seth, Max, and a group of parents stuck with Ali, DJ, and Tad, while Dylan, Zach, and some of the other parents (including Dylan) went off with Maggie and Izzy to do “girl stuff.” Maggie was a total daddy’s girl and just glowed when she was in Dylan’s arms. He was an amazing father, an amazing husband, and pardon my French but hot as fuck. I hit the jackpot with him. When I was younger, I went for the pretty-boy type (which probably explains why half the guys I crushed on in college turned out to be gay). The first time I met Dylan was when he came to Milwaukee to drop off the Green Dragon for Seth. I was (on and off) with Teddy at the time and really didn’t take notice. I went to Wilmington a couple years later for a job interview when we met again, yeah, I noticed him that time but didn’t say anything. Apparently, he noticed me too and he decided I was the one. Dylan was so different from any other guy I had known. He was muscular, burly, rugged as HAIL, with this southern charm, endearing smile (don’t get me started on the dimples), and this accent that melted me. Don’t ever tell him, but he had me at “hey y’all, I’m Dylan,” He showed me around town, helped me move into my apartment and quickly became my world. Oh, and his stepmom, BA, went on a mission to get us together… it worked and we got married a year or two later. Anyway… Dylan went off with his baby girl, and I stayed and toddled around with DJ and the other wee ones until it was Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique time. We all met, regrouped, and the guys went off to do what guys do, and the girls (plus Auntie Mo) went off to the boutique.
I gotta say, there were so many of us that we took over and owned that boutique. I got a little sad wishing my own mother could’ve joined us, but she still worked fulltime and couldn’t break away (maybe next year). I was sure to take lots of pics and videos of her grandchildren to send home. Anyway, the Boutique was definitely for little girls not adults, but the staff seemed to be having fun with our brood. We were loud, obnoxious, and having the best time. Everybody got into it, the ladies in the strollers (Abbi, Olli, and Merce) got Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique T-shirts and sashes, the rest of the girls got the Castle Package which included hair, nails gown, accessories, etc. The adult women got braids or hair pieces, and makeup. And Auntie Moe? OMG, he went full on Cruella! At first the boutique was hesitant to do it (Some BS controversy about drag queens and kids, blah, blah, blah), but there was one bold stylist who took him in the back, the transformation was amazing! The half white/half black hair, the makeup (which he embellished himself), even a kids dalmatian coat draped over his shoulders as a shawl. “He did it himself, I had nothing to do with it…. If anyone asks.” The stylist said with a smile and a wink. The kids, of course, loved it and were all over him!
But I have to say, the biggest transformation was Riley. She was a brand new mom and had been cooped up at home with the baby (and her mother) adjusting to her new life. Before baby Merce (who BTW was the most gorgeous baby… I always said Zach and Seth would make amazing kids and Merce was the proof), Riley was all about Riley, now Riley was all about the baby. She was an amazing mother, but that day at the boutique was the first time she had done anything for just Riley since the baby was born and she was radiant. ‘Yeah, Eli’s getting’ some tonight’ I thought to myself with a chuckle. Riley and I hit it off the very first time we met. She was just sixteen when she and her friend came to the dorms to visit Zach, we just clicked; she was like a little sister to me. When she moved to Wilmington as an adult, we became close, and when she had the baby, we became even closer. She was home with the baby all day, I was off school for the summer, and Kelly was smothering her… so I became her escape and we spent a lot of time together. Anyway, she looked amazing!!!!!
I went up to the desk to pay for me, Maggie, and Izzy (The three of us did this last year and I wanted to make it our thing, so I paid for Izzy to) only to learn that our entire bill was already paid. “Who paid for it?” I asked, the cashier just smiled and walked away. I went back to the group and told them. We were all shocked and tried to figure out who the hell paid, finally GG Harrington confessed, “I did it. If you can’t use your money to put smiles on faces then what the F is it good for?!” She was an awesome woman, oh hell everyone in that group was awesome. I started to add things up in my head and I was getting a bill of like $4,000 or so (damn!), but GG refused to take a penny from any of us.
We all thanked her profusely, to the point of embarrassing her. “You’re a good ole’ broad” BA said as she looked at GG through her newly painted face. In all the years I’d known her, I had never seen her done up like that before, she looked so different, so beautiful; we all did. After we thanked the staff, we headed to meet the boys for lunch. OMG, when we regrouped all the kids were going insane trying to tell us all what they had been up to. DJ got right up on my lap, gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me I looked pretty. Such a sweet kid. Mauricio snuck away for a minutes then came back with a bag of dalmatian ears for the kids. With a dalmatian-eared twin in each arm and all the other little ones at his feet, Auntie Mo did a Cruella photoshoot that had crowds stopping to take pics. He was so much fun, and I had to give his husband Darren a lot of credit. Mo was a lot to take, but Darren just stood there with a smile and took photos of his mate. Following Mo’s lead, all the girls posed for princess pics, everyone in our group had their cameras out and our WhatsApp alerts were going bonkers as they shared. We made so many memories that day.
After lunch, the grandparents volunteered to sneak off into the Hall Of Presidents with the littles for nap time (we were told that it was the best place to nap, and I had a feeling they grandparents were napping harder than the kids). Olivia and Brian volunteered to take the older boys on rides, that left the parents to explore the Magic Kingdom kid free for a couple of hours. We took the Keys To The Kingdom tour with the Arizona guys, then had a cocktail. We regrouped just in time for the 3:00 parade, then we rode rides and explored until it was time to eat. We did our damnedest to keep everyone awake for the Happily Ever After Fireworks Extravaganza. Maggie and Izzy woke up enough to take it in, but DJ and Ali were passed the hell out and missed the brightly lit sky. That was then end of day one at The Magic Kingdom. We buckled the kids in the their car seats and headed back to our little village.
That night, after all the kids were asleep, The adults were hot tubbing, OH… I totally forgot, the night before… me and Max were in our hot tub and heard Brad and Scotty going at it in their hot tub on the other side of the wall… of course we gave them shit about it all day. They could not care less, all our friends were totally comfortable with who they were.
After an amazing soak in the hot tub, Dylan and I went up to our room. I was about to take off the princess makeup when my hot, burly redneck said, “oh hail no, we aint letting that go to waste.” He put one of his muscular arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss. God, his kiss just did it for me. His full lips, the scratch of his beard, the feel of his hardness pushing into me… all of it. Dylan was a man’s man, and I loved every inch of him.
He wrapped me in his muscular arms as he fumbled with my bikini top (Jesus H. Christ, after all these years you’d think the guy could unhook a damn bra). Dylan was rugged and a little rough… not like mean rough, more like animalistic rough, and I loved it. Underneath that rough, guys-guy exterior he was so passionate, so loving, and just an amazing guy. He finished stripping me, then threw me onto the bed, overpowering me and taking control of the situation (damn that was hot).
“Get up here” I command and he straddled my chest. His perfect, semihard babymaker was inches from my lips. Listen, I was no virgin when Dylan and I got together and I knew my way around a cock (c’mon, y’all knew about Teddy and you knew I was popular, don’t act so shocked), and Dylan’s was big and meaty, a real meal. Teddy was my most serious relationship next to Dylan, he was average hung and playful in bed, whereas Dylan was playful, but commanding. I licked his cock a few times making it twitch and him moan. I wrapped my perfectly crafted princess lips around his spongy head and took him into my mouth. Dylan loved blowjobs… seriously. He put his hands on my head (I slapped them away; I mean c’mon, I knew what the fuck I was doing. Besides, my hair looked damn good). I grabbed onto his fuzzy ass cheeks and pulled him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, then I swallowed and took him deep. I had taught him how to manscape, just the perfect trim to drive me wild.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it” Dylan whispered with a groan. I loved the encouragement, but I didn’t really need it… I knew exactly what he liked… trust me on that one. He pushed his hips and my head down (again) trying to go deep… I choked on his big member and pulled off him.
“Jesus, Dylan, are you trying to kill me? I know what I’m doing” I said in a pissy whisper. “Oh, and don’t fuck up my hair, I look damn good.”
Dylan chuckled and said, “you always look damn good” as I went back down on him. I bobbed up and down on his thick, veiny, manhood, using my hand in a twist motion to bring him to the edge. I had him on the brink when he took control back. He got on top of me and entered me in the missionary position. He pushed in without warning and went balls deep. I wrapped my legs around his muscular body, I loved the way his cheeks felt under my heels. His Magic wand was harder than ever as he bred me, and I mean that literally. He wasn’t wearing protection, and I (we) had decided to get off birth control recently. Max and Brody had three kids, Seth and Zach had three kids, and we had two… do you seriously believe I wasn’t going to let our gay friends outbreed us?! And excuse my language, but fuck he felt incredible in me. I know they say women don’t like sex, but freaking loved getting fucked by Dylan. He pumped slowly at first using long strokes, after about a minute or so, he pulled all the way out and lined himself up with my tight asshole and tried to enter from behind. “Not happenin’ tonight cowboy” I whispered.
He laughed and said with a playful sigh, “can’t blame a brother for tryin’ babe” before he reentered me. Yeah, I had taken it up the ass a few times, but I really had to be prepped and, in the mood… I never understood how my gay friends could do it so spontaneously. Once he was back inside me, Dylan pumped harder and faster using shorter strokes, my hands grabbed his muscular, fuzzy butt, pulling him deeper inside me. He kissed me passionately as we made love. After several euphoric stroke, he grunted a warning into our kiss, and shot his load deep inside me. I could feel his babymakers working their way in. He continued to pump in and out until he finally went soft. He lay on top of me a little longer as we both basked in the afterglow.
Eventually, he rolled off me and fell asleep with his arms around me. It was the perfect end to the perfect day. God, I couldn’t possibly love that man more.
To be continued…
For the full story of Izzy’s first meeting with Goofy, see Chapters 68 and 69 of The Village.
