Seth’s Perspective
It felt amazing to just float in the pool without worrying about the kids. Did Ali have his water wings on? Was Izzy wearing sunscreen? Was Freddy under water too long?! The Phoenix guys had taken the older kids and the grandparents had taken the little ones. The parents were finally on our own hanging out at the HQ pool. I loved being a parent more than anything, but Jesus flipping Christ it was nonstop 24/7… so much work!!!! I’m not bitching about it (well, not toomuch), I’m just trying to stress how much I appreciated this little break from our three bundles of freaking joy.
I was in the water with my sisters, floating on a lounger, drinking fruity drinks without a care in the world knowing the kids were in great hands. I was having a great time laughing my ass off as I caught up with my family and friends; it had been a long while since we were all together… in fact, this entire group had never been together before (okay, maybe at our wedding, but not like this). My brothers jumped in the water, stood in the shallow end, and leaned on our floaties as we all talked. The six of us got into this discussion about my dad and Best. Our family had gone from loathing to loving in a very short time and never really talked about it. “I still haven’t forgiven him” Mary said as she sipped her drink through a straw, the rest of my siblings kind of nodded in agreement, except for Brad.
“I have” he said. “Seriously. Fuck it. I totally get how afraid he was of coming out, then he got married, then he found a church that could supposedly turn him into the family man he had aways wanted to be for us… it gave him hope and he trusted them.” I was surprised to hear his point of view. “Listen, you guys. Coming out was scary as fuck” he said then looked at me, “Seth knows. I can’t imagine how much harder it was for Dad. Yeah, I hated him for a lot of years, but I get it… and I don’t blame him anymore; I blame society and organized religion.” The discussion got deep as I heard each of my siblings talk about how they processed the whole situation and frankly, how it fucked them up. I knew a lot of it, but some of it was new.
“If it wasn’t for Seth wanting to have a relationship with mom and dad so badly, I would’ve written him the fuck off” Theresa said. The others agreed.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about that, proud for bringing us all together, or guilty for forcing him on them. Until Eli added, “I’m glad it worked out the way it did. Merce deserves to have her grandpa around.”
“With all these gay dads, grandpas, and guncles, our little girls are gonna be the biggest fag hags” Brad laughed as he and Eli fist bumped.
“Fairy princesses” Mary corrected.
“Fruit flies” Brian added with a smirk as he took a swig of his drink. “I’m glad things worked out the way they did too. I just wish Mom would’ve come around before she died.” We all agreed. The conversation had become a little bit of a buzzkill.
“Hey bitches, we’re on vacation. Cheer the hail up” Dylan yelled as he cannonballed into the deep end of the pool. Max, Scotty, Brody, Gina, Kev, Randy, Riley, and my two brothers in-law were all right behind them. The next thing I knew, all the loungers were over turned and I barely saved my drink.
“Mo texted and said they’ll have the kids back about 7:00 and we should go out to dinner” Scotty said after the water settled down.
“BA texted and said they wanna keep the little ones overnight for a sleep over with the grandparents” Gina added.
“Mom confirmed,” Riley said as she shook the water out of her hair.
Dylan cheered, “WOOOOO, we’re ankle-biter free! Let’s do an early dinner out with nothin’ but grownups… at a place that don’t serve fuckin’ chicken nuggets.”
“Hail yeah. I want a gotdamn steak” Brody added, the rest of us agreed as we held up our drinks in the pool and started talking about (early) dinner options. This was turning into a nice little adult vacation from our family ‘acation. Well, we spent some more time relaxing in the pool and enjoying our break from the kidlets, then we got ready for dinner and went out to a grownup restaurant.
When we got there, Gina asked the hostess if they had a highchair, “No Ma’am, I’m sorry we don’t.” she replied apologetically.
“Perfect. This is our place guys” was Gina’s response as she walked to the bar and ordered drinks while we waited for our table. It was early (we only had until 7:00), so the place was empty which worked out great because we were loud and obnoxious. A group of adults, including seven sets of parents without their kids, out on the town… we were so damn obnoxious. We ordered, and ate dinner without having to cut up meat into tiny pieces, refill sippy cups, or force broccoli down someone’s throat. Our huge table was loud with laughter and adult conversation… we talked about politics, the asshole in the White House, the current vulnerability of our families…. Serious shit like that. Then we talked about farts (Eli started that), and movies, and, music, and when we were all going to get together again. No topic was off the table.
I think Riley was having the best time. She was still adjusting to motherhood, and a night out with the girls… my sisters, Olivia, and Gina... put a huge smile on her face. The parents were constantly sending pics to the WhatsApp page as proof of life. The kids were all smiles except for a couple of DJ and Izzy. Apparently, DJ missed Gina, and somebody told Izzy “no” for some reason (yeah, never a pleasant scene, no one tells the princess “no”). They both got over it. The bottom line is that we all had a great time. We talked about making the trip (or at least some trip) an annual thing, it felt awesome just to hang out with all these incredible humans and be myself. After a great dinner we went back to our Orlando compound to meet the guncles who were probably ready to dump the kids. Earlier in the day, Zach appointed himself the designated parent for our kids so that I could keep drinking with my sisters and friends. I was pleasantly buzzed when we returned to HQ to meet the kids.
I was plopped on the couch between Max and Gina when the front door opened and all the kids ran in. They were running towards us excitedly talking and holding their souvenirs from Guncle’s Day. They all picked a parent to tell their story to, Izzy came to me and she was babbling about everything” “…and den de cow went in to da waddo and it floateded and we got spwashed and den Annie Mo scweamed like a little guro, and…” (Izzy to English translation: And then, the car went into the water and it floated. We got splashed and Auntie Mo screamed like a little girl…). Oh my god, her eyes were wide, her hands were in constant motion, she was talking a hundred miles an hour, and I was buzzed… I started cracking up. Max and Gina (my drinking buds that day) did the same. Izzy kept going and going then finished with, “And I maked dis pink dinosaur” she said as she held up her Build-a-Bear style dinosaur, “ho name is Gert and I love ho” then she gave Gert a hug.
Meanwhile, across the room, Daddy Sach was hearing all about Freddy’s day. I listen as Freddy went on and on about what ‘he showed the other guys.’ Freddy and Teddy had been to Disney before, but the other older kids hadn’t, and it was clear that his favorite part of Freddy’s trip was sharing his experience with the older kids, I reveled at that quality in him. “Wow. You got another dinosaur!” Zach said as he looked at what Freddy was holding. “He’s a little guy.”
“I made him for Ali. I already got one at home and Izzy made her own, but Ali didn’t get nothin’.” Goddammit, that did it! Yeah, I was buzzed and emotional, but that got me. What a fucking awesome little human being we had the honor to raise. He was off having fun, but thought about his little brother before himself. I got off the couch and went over and to give him a giant hug; he told me all about his night with “the guys and the guncles.” He had a great day, all the kids did. The guncles were heroes. They were also wiped the frick out!
The guys all looked like they were ready to pass out. “It was fun kidlets, but Auntie Mo needs his hot tub” Mauricio said.
“And Guncle Adam needs a drink” Adam added. He got a bunch of ‘amens’ from the other guys. They had fun with the kids, but were happy as hell to turn them over to their parents and head back to their oasis.
Before they walked out the door, Kevin asked the kids, “What do you tell your guncles for taking you guys out?”
They all yelled “thank you,” but Izzy’s voice rose above the crowd.
“Fank you Annie Mo, Fank you Gunko Adam, Fank you Gunko Mowk…” She went from guncle to guncle, thanking, hugging, and kissing every one of them. The thing about it, is that they were sincere, heartfelt thank yous, not just hollow gestures. She had a great day hanging with people who loved her… and yes. Auntie Mo cried.
We hung out for a little while longer after the guys left, but it was late so we all headed home to put the kids down. Our family walked across the street with Brad’s family to the townhouse we were sharing. Scotty, Zach, and the other spouses stayed sober so that me and my siblings could let go and enjoy this rare reunion. I already admitted I was pleasantly buzzed.
While Scotty and Zach were upstairs putting the kids down for the night, me, and Brad (who was as buzzed as I was) poured a couple more cocktails and headed to the hot tub, we both stripped down completely and got in. We were sitting on the same side of the tub so we could hear each other over the jets without yelling, our naked thighs were touching. It felt good to be there alone with him, one of the people I most admired in the world. It was just the two of us brothers talking and catching up. I loved my brother, I mean hell, if he didn’t step up all those years ago, I’d probably be a minister living a miserable life in Texas, married to some fat chick, and going to out of town church conferences so I could sneak away to the nearest gloryhole between bible studies. I shuddered at the thought of what could have been.
Anyway, Brad and I had rarely, if ever, been alone like this in such an intimate setting, and I realized I saw him in a completely different light now. I had always looked up to him as like… like a father figure. But in that moment, I saw him differently.
We were peers. His life experience was probably more similar to mine than any other human (yeah, I know where y’all’s minds were goin’. Ew… he’s my brother dudes. I wasn’t that drunk). Anyway, Brad and I had a great conversation talking about everything and nothing at all. Scotty and Zach eventually joined us and the four of us drank cocktails and ended the day by resting our naked weary bodies in the hot tub; we drank and talked some more… I admit I almost fell asleep.
Zach and Scotty Dragged their tired, buzzed husbands up to bed and we all called it a night. Our bedroom seemed empty with Ali’s sleep tent gone, Nathan and Kelly had come by earlier to get all his stuff for the sleepover at the grandparents’ house. The two boys were sharing a room, the two girls were sharing a room, and Ali had a little sleep tent in our room (he loved it). It was a hot night, and we were both laying naked on top of the covers. I looked over and saw a little light peeking through the blinds and shining on his resting manhood. Damn, I couldn’t help but stare at the way the moonlight accented his soft slab and the little blonde hairs on his athletic legs.
Zach’s voice pierced the silence, “what are you looking at, drunk boy?” he asked with a snicker. I answered by reaching over and taking his soft flesh tube in my hot tub-pruned hand, “somebody’s drunk and horny.” Zach snickered and moaned at the same time as my second wind kicked in and I stroked him. I was buzzed and had a mild case of whiskey dick, but Zach was sober as a judge and his magnificence grew. I loved the feeling of his hot flesh growing in my hand and knowing it was because of my touch… I was doing that. I was making it happen… and in my inebriated state I found it fascinating to watch. I moved in for a closer look, and giggled at it. Zach was getting a kick out of me being drunk and horny and just propped himself up on his elbows to watch.
I gave his stiffening shaft a lap with my alcohol-dipped tongue, I moved it from bottom to top, then back down again. I went in to lick his balls but first I stopped to take a whiff… damn! It was man sweat mixed with bleach, topped with a hint of Zach musk. That did it for me. I went crazy on his smooth, meaty balls. I licked his sack, then took each of his perfect orbs in my mouth, one at a time… the texture of them was an aphrodisiac and I continued my attack, slurping and sniffing on his balls. Zach lifted his knees by putting his feet flat on the bed, then parted his legs to make more room for me. I took the invite and maneuvered between them, my tongue eventually made its way down his taint, Zach lifted his perfect little jock butt to give me access to his musky hole. I moved my hands to his cheeks, parted them, then plunged my tongue into his tight, pink pucker. I was lost in my drunken lust as I sniffed and slurped, exploring his familiar hole through new drunken eyes, and loving the hell outta it. After I had him good and wet, I lined myself up; my cock was not at full mast, but I was horny as a toad.
“Not happenin’, drunk boy” Zach said with a playful chuckle, then commanded, “Get on all fours.” Honestly, that’s what I really wanted anyway and Zach knew it. I got on all fours… but straddled him in a sixty nine and shoved my hole in his face. He didn’t waste time getting me prepped for the inevitable… he was going to fuck the shit outta me and I could not wait. Meanwhile, I was choking on his cock, giving him all I had. After a few minutes, Zach smacked my Ass, “Assume the position” he joked, and I did. I got on all fours, he got behind me, lined himself up, and pushed. His bulbous head breached my sphincter with a pop. I yelped, then cooed as he slowly slid himself further into me, it felt so fucking nice as he filled my hole inch by inch, until his soft, blond pubes tickled my buns. He held himself inside me for a while… too long if you asked me, so I pulled forward, then pushed back, fucking myself on his perfection… I know I’ve said it over and over, but Zach was the perfect fit for me in every way. Oh my god, he was the perfect size, big enough to fill me and drive me mad.
My hands gripped the headboard of the nondescript bed in our Airbnb as I fucked myself on him. He pushed forward while I pushed back, we worked in perfect rhythm. Zach started moving faster and breathing heavier, his sweat was dripping on my back, and my drunken brain was dizzy with lust “fuck me hard” I whispered. Zach slammed in and out of me with powerful strokes, picking up speed as he went. Then with one final, mighty push, and a guttural grunt he filled my insides with his warmth and collapsed onto my back. We stayed like that for a little bit until he rolled off me and lay by my side, I got on my back and joined him. Zach, being the gentleman he is, started to go down on me to get me off… I hate to admit it, but I was too buzzed to get it up. So, instead, I kissed him goodnight, turned on my side and Zach spooned me until to sleep.
I must’ve been passed out because I slept through Zach’s phone ringing and awoke to the sound of Zach’s voice. “So is bail even an option?” He was on the phone with his dad, “So, explain it again, I’m barely awake… uh huh… so, it has been revoked and they’re holding her, and she sees the judge in the morning? Shit.” I had no clue who or what they were discussing, but I had my suspicions when he said “revoked.” Zach left the room and went downstairs to the great room to finish his conversation with his dad. He was gone for a good fifteen to twenty minutes, and I fell back asleep (damn the booze.
Zach woke me up when he came back, I looked up and asked, “Karen?” He nodded.
“So, the disappearing Johnny Black has returned. He hit up another gas station in Myrtle Beach, led the cops on a chase, got away, then they tracked him down at Karen’s apartment several hours later” Zach explained. Johnny Black had cornered Zach in a parking garage a few months back and threatened him… then he disappeared. Karen claimed she didn’t know his whereabouts, but frankly we didn’t believe her. We also weren’t convinced that he wasn’t hanging around with her, maybe even living there, so we ban her from seeing the kids in person. They were allowed to call and Facetime, but no in-person visits until we were sure Johnny Black was gone, and Karen wasn’t putting them in danger. It was hard on the kids; she was their mom and they loved her. Freddy had begged us to invite her over for dinner when we got back from Disney so they could tell her all about it, and we agreed to do it. But now, now there would be a change in plans, and who would suffer? The kids… again! “Karen swears up and down she had had nothing to do with him since the incident and had no clue he was even in town… he surprised her. Regardless, the police found him at her place and her parole has been revoked. So, she’s back in jail.”
“Goddammit” I said as I slammed my fists on the mattress. We had done so much to keep her out of jail for the kids, and she fucked it up. I took it as a personal slap in the face. Fine, maybe she didn’t know what Johnny Black was up to, but it was her own damn fault that he even knew where to find her in the first place.
“Dad’s thinking about flying back to NC early to help her” Zach said.
“Oh bullshit” I barked. “She did it to herself, let her rot until we get back” I insisted. Yeah, I know that’s not my usual positive, helpful attitude, but at that moment I was pissed. Just fucking pissed. We had done much for her, given her another shot at life, and she threw it all away without any regard for the kids. That was the moment that I ran outta fucks to give for Karen.
Well, Zach got back into bed and I did my damnedest to fall back asleep, but my mind was racing… that phone call had sobered me up. I was able to get a couple of hours sleep before breakfast at HQ. I was in the kitchen with Kevin making breakfast and telling him about our history with Karen. He knew the topline, but never heard all the details… I liked talking to Kev, he was a great listener and he had great insight. He helped me get out of my own head and refocus on what was best for the kids.
Speaking of which… the grandparents had arrived with the sleepover survivors. Ali was already in Daddy Sach’s arms when I came out into the great room. He reach over for me to hold him, then gave me a kiss on the cheek that could melt an iceberg. “Did you have fun with grandma and grandpa?” I asked.
“Yeah. DJ slept in my tent” he said with a giant smile and clear as a bell.
“He was the perfect houseguest” Grandpa Nathan said.
While the kids were getting reacquainted with their parents, Freddy came up to Ali and said, “I missed you little buddy.” Oh my god, it was cute as hell. “And I got you this” He said handing his brother the little dinosaur he had made him.
“I call him Fweddy” Ali said. Then he thanked his brother with a hug. I looked over at Zach who was smiling ear to ear at our two boys.
Our family was the flipping best!
To be continued…
