River’s Perspective
“Don’t go gettin’ cold feet on me. That land is yours, your uncle wanted you to have it, not your dad. He’s just an asshole…. and is always gonna be an asshole until you stand up to him.” Che said as we drove down the highway. I just sat in the passenger seat and looked straight ahead; I was getting cold feet. “It’s time to stand up to Shadow Wolf, and I need to face my father too… we gonna do this shit togetha’.” We were headed back to Iowa to face our past, I knew Che was right. He was almost ready to graduate from the police academy, and once I got this land thing settled, I’d have a nice income and I could do whatever I wanted. I’d been talking to Seth about going back to school to become a teacher. Him and Rodney helped me apply for a UNC Wilmington, I planned on starting in January. But we would never be free until we faced our past.
I admit that one of my favorite things to do was daydream. When I lived at home I was in constant fear of my father, and my mother enabled him by demanding I obey him and not cause trouble. I was focused on survival, so, there was no room in my mind for daydreams. But now… now there were no limits! Che was starting his career, I (think) I had figured out what I wanted to do, and thanks to my uncle we had more money than we ever dreamed possible. We could fucking be and do ANYTHING, and it was an amazing to me. We had been watching the real estate listings, and dreaming about buying a little place of our own. Che even started talking about adopting kids… yeah, Che. My tough thug boyfriend wanted kids… he was totally seduced by Seth’s kids. They had him wrapped around their little fingers and they knew it. Since The Village found us, we had met so many role models. Like Seth and Zach for example, they weren’t that much older than us, but had become like parents to us and their kids were like the siblings I always wanted. Zach’s mom and dad were awesome too, they loved to be with their kids and grandkids so badly that they were ready to move across country to be with them more. Then there was BA and Daddy. On the surface they were your typical rednecks, but they were salt of the earth. Max and Brody… they were well off for bein’ like less than thirty, Max owned the candle company I worked for, and Brody had this big wig advertising job, but they didn’t act like they were better than anyone else or use their money for intimidation. ALL these people, all the villagers, and all the other people we met wouldn’t hesitate to give a bed or meal to someone who needed it. I knew that no matter what happened to me n’ Che, I wanted to be like that too… these people made me want to be a decent human being… Che felt the same way.
Well, whatever we became or did in the future, we knew we wanted to do it in North Carolina near our new family. Seth, Zach, their kids, all the villagers and all the people we had met since we got here… they were our family. I was getting lost in my daydreams (again) when Che’s voice snapped me out of it.
“Tomorrow will be the day from hell, but den we can move past dis shit and get on wid life” he said as he drove.
I sighed, “Yeah, I know. But he… he…”
“He scares the livin’ fuck outta ya?” Che said with a scoff. “He scares the livin’ fuck outta ever’
body. Listen, I fuckin’ hate my dad too, but I’m gointa’ see the asshole and get some closure like Seth said. We got outta there, we got our shit together, now we gotta take control and leave it behind once and for all. Fuck this livin’ in fear shit.” Che was on a mission, I thought I was too, but I wasn’t as strong as him.
“You’re way stronger than I am.”
“Oh, fuck dat” he said with a laugh. “You may be skinny n’ shit, but mentally, you’re strong as fuck. You da’ one who got me to leave Iowa and go to North Carolina, I woulda’ neva did dat wid’out you. You stood up to your dad when he tried to take us back, you strong as shit.”
“That’s only because I had you and The Village backing my scrawny ass up.”
“Well, that aint changin’, I got your back and so do the other guys. Man, you got dis shit.” Che said, grabbing my knee while he kept his eyes on the road. He was right. Zach had worked with Uncle River’s lawyer to set everything up for us. My father ran the county and had all the local sheriffs and politicians in his pocket, but the lawyer had connections with the state police and state politicians, and they weren’t exactly fans of my father. It turns out that Uncle River had evicted my father once before, so his lawyer knew exactly what he had to do and how to do it. We were gonna meet the lawyer, the state troopers, and the wrecker at the barn in the morning. My dad had already been served an eviction notice and had until midnight last night to vacate… he didn’t. The lawyer drove out to check things out and said that my father completely ignored the order. Zach said that he probably already assumed we were all talk. “Tomorrow, he either pays up, or we confiscate everything on the property. It worked last time” the lawyer told Zach on the phone. I was exhilarated but scared shitless about finally standing toe to toe with Shadow Wolf. Everyone kept telling me the law was on my side, but it still felt like I was doing something wrong.
It was getting dark; Che pulled the Camry into the parking lot of a Holiday Inn Express a couple of towns over and we got a room for the night. After we put our bags in the room, we went across the street to KFC and got a bucket of chicken. It felt good to sit on the bed in our underwear, eat chicken, and just laugh with each other. I loved being with Che, and he refused to let me get lost in my own fear or let me back down, he knew I’d never truly be free of my father until I faced him.
When we finished dinner, Che cleaned up our mess and put the leftovers in the tiny fridge. He was licking his fingers when he jumped back into the bed, then he reached in my briefs and said, “I aint wastin’ this chicken grease” and started stroking me. Che came off as this big, mean thug… but nobody worked harder to make me smile than him. Before I knew it, he was licking chicken grease off my cock and I was hard as a day’s work in the field. He not only wasn’t wasting chicken grease, he wasn’t wasting time either… he took my long, slender cock all the way down his throat and started working me with his hand and his mouth. “Dick pickin’ good… tastes like chicken” He said with a laugh as he looked up at me and grinned.
I made this noise like a moan and a chuckle mixed, then looked down at the hot black man between my legs and said, “just shut up and suck.”
He laughed, “Somebody’s feeling tough. Good!” Then he started wrestling me. He’s way bigger than me and had me on my belly with one move. He smacked my reddish ass hard and then parted my cheeks and sunk his tongue in deep. Fuck, that man could eat ass! He pulled my cheeks so far apart that it felt like he was trying to split me in two. I buried my face in the pillow and pushed my butt into the air begging for more without using words, I heard Che laugh again. He had me, I would do whatever he wanted, and he damn well knew it. He pushed his face into my crack and I pushed my crack into his face. I swear… he could not get deep enough in me for either of us. He munched, and sucked, and lapped, and slobbered, and spit until finally… *WHACK* His big, dark hand smacked my saliva soaked ass. “I’ma’ hit dat ass.”
The words “fuck me” escaped my lips as my ass naturally rose higher into the air. Che spit in my hole, then spit again, I assumed this time on his big, dark cut of USDA Prime meat. It was confirmed when he thwacked the hefty, wet, slab across my ass cheeks. It was so loud, heavy, and wet and the feel of its heat made me want it more. “Fuck me already” I said making him snicker.
“Hells, yeah. You know you want dis meat.”
“Don’t make me beg.”
He snickered, “I think I like dat idea. Beg for it, Riv. Tell me how bad you want my big dick.” He was loving this way too much, but I wanted him too much to care.
“Please fuck me, you hot mother fucker” I growled at him, “seriously, put it in me now.” Then I just yelled, “FUCK ME!”
Che laughed again, “Now dats what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.” He gave my ass one more smack with his big, wet, black cock then started moving it up and down my crack. I could feel it’s hot, hardness as it passed my hole making it involuntarily contract open, yearning for his attack. Damn, I wanted him! He teased and tortured me with anticipation slowly moving it up and down my crack. Every once in a while, he’d give my ass a hard, solid, painfully pleasureful smack with it making me moan and beg him to fuck me already. Finally, FI, NAL. LY! He entered me.
With one hard, intrusive push he was inside. His big purple head stretched my hole to unimaginable widths. The thing about Che… he was fucking huge and girthy as fuck. Long and wide with a heft to it. He held my hips as he sat on his knees behind me and pushed in. I could feel the hotel mattress shift under us as he moved to his feet and squatted behind me. I screamed into the pillow as he pushed all the way in; his meaty balls slapping my ass. He was all the way in and I was full to the point of being over capacity. Seriously, you have no clue how massive Che is but oh my god, the painful pleasure he injected. It hurt like fuck, but at the same time I was like a crazy man begging for more, “harder, faster, pound me, Che. Pound the fuck out of me!” The sexual verbal diarrhea was just spewing from my mouth. “Fuck yes, harder! Smack my ass. Own my scrawny little ass!’ I apologize if you were in another room in that hotel because I guarantee you heard every word.
“You like day big, black dick” Che growled with proud satisfaction as he continued to relentlessly pound me.
“Fuck, I’m cumming” I wailed. I wasn’t even fucking touching myself, I just started spewing all over the bed. “oh fuck, keep pounding, don’t you dare fucking stop!” I couldn’t believe myself; I had zero control… his big, black cock owned me and I would’ve done anything to make that feeling last forever.
He started to fuck me like a jackhammer with fast, furious movements that made the headboard bounce off the wall (again, my apologies if you were anywhere near us). He fucked me until his cock bloated inside of me and painted my guts with his thick, potent cum. He let out a loud, “Fuck!” as he shot his final spurt, and his black, sweaty, future-cop body fell on top of mine with him still inside me. We stayed like that for a while until his cock softened and slithered its way out on my freshly gapped hole.
We got in the shower together and cleaned each other up. “There, I fucked the fear outta you” Che said as we stood face to face and he planted and tender loving kiss on my lips. His hand were holding my ass, and mine were holding his. I felt safe… no I felt strong under that water with my partner. I was ready to fight my father. We got out of the shower, dried off, and fell asleep. I slept sound in his protective arms.
We woke up the next morning, got dressed, grabbed some hotel coffee from the lobby and jumped in the Camry. Before Che turned the key, he turned to me… “Ready to own that bitch?” he asked.
I was. I surprisingly was. I was ready to face my dad and get this shit over with once and for all “Let’s do it.” Che and I kissed and then made our way to the farm. We drove down miles and miles of familiar country road, we both started to get nostalgic. Yes, our childhoods sucked in that shitty place, but like every life, there were good times too. We drove past the old high school, and through the little downtown area, then back out into the country that we both used to call home. Most of the fields we past were my fathers. I pointed out the window to show Che, “Our land starts about here” I told him. We drove a little further before I pointed out, “That’s our barn, it’s almost exactly in the middle of our property” I explained giving him the lay of the land (literally). He turned onto the gravel drive that led up to the old barn.
He laughed, “we used to fuck in dat barn. Remember?” We used to sneak away and go into the loft of the old storage barn. It was the only place that was safe from my father. His men were in and out of there during the day, but once they all went home, the place was dead. My father never went down there.
“Yeah, I’d be picking hay outta my hair for days” I snickered back.
There was a big, matt gray Range Rover Defender, and an Iowa State Patrol SUV parked by the barn entrance. We pulled up next to the vehicles, Che gave my hand a squeeze of encouragement, then we got out and looked around. There was a lot of equipment, old and new parked in and around the old barn. A huge, expensive looking combine, a couple of newer tractors, and a bunch of old stuff… one specific machine caught my eye. It was an old, red tractor. MY old, red tractor. I used to ride that thing through the fields and up and down the country roads pulling a trailer behind picking up haybales during the harvest. I could get forty bales, or ten rolls on that thing. I’d stack it so damn high, that my father would bitch at me about it, then I’d bring them here. Across from the barn there was another structure. It was high… basically a pole barn with no walls, that’s where I’d stack the hay, we’d store it there until it was hauled out and sold.
While I was having flashbacks of my days on the farm, two men exited the barn, one in a suit and one in full Iowa State Patrol uniform. “River? I’m your uncle’s estate lawyer, Tim Burke” said the suited man as he held out his hand, “and this is Major Morelli of the Iowa State Patrol.”
I shook his hand, “Thank you for all your help, Mr. Burke.” The I shook the hand of the Major and introduces the men to Che. “Thank you for coming Major, the local law enforcement aren’t exactly helpful when it comes to my father.”
The Major, who was standing there in his aviator glasses and a hat the reminded me of Smokey The Bear, pushed his hat up with his middle finger, peeked over his shades, and said, “Son, your old man and me aint exactly strangers, and I know all about his relationships with local politicians and law enforcement.” I took that as a positive, but I wasn’t 100% sure he was on our side, until he straight out said. “Shadow Wolf and I go way back; I know exactly who I’m dealing with… he knows better than to fuck with me.” Mr. Burke gave me a conspiratorial grin, they were on our side and the weren’t playing. “We have a few more troopers on their way, they’re escorting the wreckers to ensure they get here safely, we had a little issue last time we did this.”
“So, to recap what we discussed on the phone, the wreckers will come to confiscate the big equipment, then we padlock the barn until he pays up.” Mr. Burke said.
“That aint gonna keep him out” Che said.
“Nope. It aint” replied the Major. “But it’s a line in the sand, and we got some other things up our sleeves.” I just gave him a confused look, he smiled back and said, “the locals may be fine and dandy with him and his boys, but between them all, I think they have warrants in ‘bout every county of the state, and the rest of us aint so forgiving. There’s a whole lot of folks more than happy to meet us out here with warrants, cruisers, and handcuffs.” That took a second to sink in… he was ready to play hardball. I had to laugh when the Major said, “this aint my first rodeo, son.”
Just then a caravan of wreckers and troopers rolled up the drive where we had entered… and a caravan of pickup trucks with farmhands in the beds came from the other direction. They were armed. Shit.
To be continued in the new Lil Guy series “Villagers” (coming soon) …
Author's Note: Yes, you read that right, there's a new story coming "Villagers." This chapter is a prime example of what you can expect. And yes, that means the The Village is winding down. Watch for the final chapter... but never fear, all your favorites will return.
