Che’s Story
“I’m Officer Gates with the Wilmington Police Department, can I see your license and registration, please?” My partner said to Shadow Wolf.
“So, is there a problem, boys, or are you all just harassing tourists for shits and giggles?” Shadow Wolf asked us.
“Well, we had a call about an out of state truck circling businesses for a couple of hours. That’s what we consider suspicious behavior. But before we discuss all that, I’d like to know who I’m dealing with. May I see your license and registration. please sir?” Gates asked again.
Shadow Wolf slowly reached for his wallet, “Oh I think your little friend knows who you’re dealing with.”
“Bernard, what are you doing here?” I asked in my best professional voice.
“You know this guy?” Gates asked me, I’m sure he was confused as hell.
“This is my partner’s father…” then I quickly explained the situation. I gave him the short version of our past, and mentioned his last visit to the neighborhood. He nodded his understanding.
“Lookit, you playing policeman” Shadow Wolf laughed. “I got some paperwork for River and decided to deliver it myself.”
Then I remembered the restraining orders Zach had filed for us, he wasn’t supposed to be near us. “I’d suggest you give it to me and head home, Bernard (god it felt good to call him Bernard instead of Shadow Wolf, I knew he hated it). There’s still active restraining orders out on you, you can’t be within 500 feet of me or River.”
Gates was letting me take the lead, but paying close attention to the situation. “Well, he looks a helluva a lot closer than that” he said reaching for his cuffs.
I was trembling inside but cool as a fucking cucumber on the outside. I put my hand up, “No need for that if Bernard here, decides to head home now.”
Shadow wolf laughed again. “You’re cute as hell playing policeman, boy.”
“I aint playin’, Bernard. And I aint your boy.”
“So, you think you’re a cop now? You think you’re gonna be the big man and take me in?”
Gates just stood there taking in the situation and watching me closely for cues. He was gonna let me handle it.
“I am a cop. So, will you leaving peacefully, or spending the night in a holding cell, sir?” I asked clearly and professionally.
“I’m not going anywhere, punk” Shadow Wolf said. Gates walked away and called back to the dispatcher. While he was gone Shadow Wolf did his best to intimidate me, but I wasn’t afraid of that fucker no more. He scared the hell outta me when I was younger… now he should be scared of me because I was his worst fuckin’ nightmare; the young, scared, black, faggot he treated like shit… holdin’ a badge in a town where he has no friends.
“Sir, I’m giving you a lawful command to leave the area” I said.
“Fuck off, Che” he said with a smirk. Before I could react, Gates was on it.
“Sir, this is your final chance, are you leaving or am I placing you under arrest?”
“Do your worst, captain” Shadow Wolf mocked.
“Do you have any weapons in your vehicle, sir?”
“Only one way to find out, aint there?” Shadow Wolf said doubling down.
“Please step out of the vehicle, sir” Gates said. Shadow Wolf just sat there ignoring him, “Please step out of the vehicle or I’ll pull you out.” He gave him a beat or two before opening the door, undoing his seatbelt, and tried to pull him from the vehicle. I was already calling for backup when Shadow Wolf reached for his gun (well, one of them at least. He rarely left home without a few). Gates moved so fucking fast, damn, it was amazing to watch. “Drop the fuckin’ gun!” He yelled over the zap if the taser. Shadow Wolf’s fat ass shook as Gates yanked him out of the pickup and got him down on the ground and ready to cuff in one move. “You want the honors?” He panted as he looked up at me.
I pulled out my cuffs and slapped them on his wrist… damn that *click* sound was so satisfying. “You are under arrest for violating a court order, resisting, failure to comply with a lawful order, pulling a weapon on a police officer, suspicious behavior, and probably some other stuff…. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law….” I read him his rights as he bitched and complained saying stuff like “you’re gonna regret this, punk.” It felt so fucking good. By then, people from the local businesses were gathering, including the people from The Village and the guys from BroMax Candle Co, that included River. At first, he watched with interest (and I’m guessing pride) while I took down the perp. Then he recognized the perp.
“Holy shit, that’s my dad” I heard him tell someone, he moved towards him but Gates held him off.
“Oh look, it’s the other little shit stain” Shadow Wolf said with a scoff. “There’s something on the front seat of the truck for you” he added with a smirk. Gates went to the passenger side of the pickup and found a big envelope with River’s name on it and brought it to him. “You’ve been served” Shadow Wolf said with a gruff laugh. I finished booking him and pushed him into the back of my squad. Gates took care of the paperwork and updated dispatch while I walked over to Riv and looked at the papers.
“It’s a summons, that fucker is suing us for…. for…” he thumbed through the papers trying to figure it out. “It looks like he’s suing us for the land claiming the will’s a fake.”
“We been through this shit already, he aint got no case” I said, pissed.
“He’s claiming he found another will, and the one we have is a fake” River said to me, then in frustration he added, “Fuck it. He’s never gonna give up and leave us the fuck alone. Fuck!” He yelled loud enough to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s just give it to him, let’s give him everything so he leaves us the fuck alone.”
“No! That’s exactly what he wants. We aint lettin’ him win” I said. I was getting excited, and the thug was comin’ out. I calmed River down and told him to call Zach. “He aint got shit, baby. Everything’s gonna be cool” I told him, then I got in the cruiser and headed downtown with Gates at the wheel, and Shadow Wolf in the cage behind us. He grumbled threats and insults the whole way there.
We finally got to the station, booked him, and when I slammed the Iron door of the holding cell shut, I felt so fucking vindicated.
I put my aviators on and took my victory walk down the long corridor, that’s when I realized; we were in the middle of another Shadow Wolf shit storm. Riv was right. it didn’t matter how much we changed… Shadow Wolf would always be there, and there’d always be a shit storm. Fuck.
RayRay’s Story
Hey, Y’all. I’m RayRay… but ever’body calls me Rusty onaccounta my red hair and freckles. Technically I’m only a villager by association, I’m Maverick’s um, well, er, um… Roommate… and best friend. Let’s just say that for now. Beany (that’s what I call Maverick onaccounta he was a skinny lil’ cuss when we were growin’ up) and me were friends in high school, mostly because nobody else would be friends with us. We were both skinny little weaklings with shitty families, so we bonded. The other kids called us “nerds” and “faggots” but I don’t think they really knew we were gay; they were just assholes… n’ it aint like we were gay together or nothin’… at least not way back then. But we used to hang out, we just got each other. Ya’ know? But then Beany just kinda disappeared after high school, I mean like I went over to hang out with him one day and when his step momma opened the door she just barked, “he’s gone. Now git” Then slammed the door in my face… did I mention his step momma was a bitch? Well in case I didn’t… his step momma was a bitch. Well anyway, all I knew is that my only friend was gone and I was on my own in that ass-backwards little town.
He came home to Kentucky at Christmas a coupla’ years ago hopin’ to spend Christmas with his family, but his step momma slammed the door on him just like she did on me that time. Like I said… she was a bitch. Anyway, the only place around that was open on Christmas was the diner I was managin’ at the truck stop. So, guess where Beany ended up. I’d volunteered to work since I didn’t really have any plans and ever’body else wanted Christmas off, I ate Christmas Eve dinner at my sister’s house and was just gonna sit home alone once my shift was over. I’d bought myself a Swanson Turkey dinner and a frozen punkin’ pie n’ was just gonna watch A Christmas Story n’ fall asleep alone. But then Beany walked in; I was happy as hail to see him, honestly… it was the best thing to happen to me since high school. Like I said, we were friends, n’ shit… n’ I’d be tellin’ tales if I said I wasn’t into his scrawny little ass… yeah, I always had a thing for Beany, there was somethin’ real about him. He was a genuinely good guy. Anyway, I know he told y’all about that trip to Kentucky, and our Christmas together with his family so I won’t bore y’all by tellin’ it again. After listenin’ to Beany talk about his new life in North Carolina, n’ how nice ever’body was to him, I decided I needed a change and moved to Wilmington too. Even though I wasn’t really a villager, Seth helped me find my job at the Dry Cleaners (Seth knows like ever’body in the whole damn town). Me and Beany found an apartment together and became roommates… it’s been a coupla years and I’m happy as a pig in shit. I like my job. got a lot of friends here, and me and Beany have fun together. We’re just friends who play together sometimes, but lately, I been thinkin’ I want more… I can talk to Beany about anything. Well... anything but this. We’re best friends and I don’t wanna mess stuff up, but I can’t shake the feelin’s no more.
A coupla’ weeks ago we went out to country night at this bar we like. Technically, it aint a gay bar, but it was always fulla’ gay guys, and I swear all the “straight” cowboys are just a shot a’ whiskey away from switchin’ teams. The place was packed with USDA, Grade A Prime Beef, I mean wall-to-wall corn-fed farm boys waitin’ to be plowed (just my type), and I don’t mind tellin’ y’all that with my red hair, toned body, and smile I’m like catnip to those redneck boys (yeah, I know I’m cute). So, with the freakin’ world at my feet, who do I end up with? Beany. And yeah, that was totally by choice… maybe even by design, I coulda’ picked up anyone, but he was the best one there. Fine. Ya’ll caught me, maybe I like Beany more than I like to admit… a lot more. Like technically, I love the guy. But we’re friends and roommates… that’s it. It freakin’ kills me when he goes out on dates or picks up other guys. Even when we play together, I get jealous as an old rooster.
Like I said, I’m just a Villager by association, but when Seth came into my dry cleaners one mornin’ I decided to talk to him. “Hey Seth, y’all gotta minute to talk?” I asked. It was a dumb question; Seth always had a minute to help anyone. That was just Seth.
“Sure, Rusty. What’s up?” He asked, so I told him. I told him about my feelings for Beany, and he asked me a buncha’ questions. Then he said somethin’ so damn simple and obvious. “Ask him out on a date” he said. “Tell him you wanna take him out on a date, your treat, then tell him at dinner you want to be more than friends.”
“What if he tells me to pound cee-ment?”
“Do you really think Maverick is gonna walk away from your friendship because you like him more than he thought you did, or more than he likes you?” Seth asked with a knowin’ grin. He knew us both and knew things might get weird for a while, but Maverick wouldn’t dump our friendship, neither would I. Me n’ Seth talked for a little bit more before he took his clean duds and went off to work. I’m glad I talked to him; he gave me the courage to talk to Beany.
That night at home, me and Beany were sittin’ on the couch in our sweats playin’ video games, eatin’ Cheetos, and I decided to ask him. I said, “hey Beany, I think I wanna take you out on a proper date.” He said, “Okay, where ya’ thinkin’?” I said, “Outback, cuz I know you like it.” He said, “okay.” I said, “I mean on like a date, date, like boyfriends not like friends.” He said, “Yeah, I get it. That means you gotta pay.” I just said, “yeah, I know. How ‘bout Saturday night?” He said “okay, but if you’re buyin’ I’m gettin’ surf n’ turf.” That was it. We had a date, and our hands never even left the gaming controls.
Shit fire! I had a date with Maverick! I mean, yeah, we went out a lot together, like all the time, but this was differ’nt, a real date. He even knew it was a date because I made it clear as the freakin’ summer sky that it was a date. For the next coupla’ days, things at home were normal, we didn’t talk about it or nothin’. But inside, I was nervous as fuck. I was off on Saturday, so I got a haircut in the mornin’, and even bought some new clothes… I was takin’ this shit serious-like. Well, it came time for our date n’ Beany was in the livin’ room waitin’ for me, kinda dressed up n’ stuff, he even had on a new shirt, like a real date. That made me smile inside… I was scared that he wouldn’t take me seriously and I’d end up feelin’ like a doofus… but he was takin’ it serious.
“You look good” Maverick said when I walked in. “Where’s my flowers n’ candy?” He joked.
“Does the Pixie stick and rosebud in my underwear count?”
“That’ll do” Beany laughed. Then we went down to my truck to head to Outback. I even opened the truck door for ‘em. The drive to the Outback was like any other drive with us, we laughed and joked about shit and listened to country music. When we got there, they sat us in this little booth in a corner, kinda quiet for an Outback, I guess. The waitress came to the table and took our drink order, then we looked at the menu… it was kinda awkward then. Things were never awkward with Beany, ‘shit, this was a mistake, I fucked things up’I thought to myself. Then Beany said, “so, a proper date? What are y’all thinkin’ about?” He opened the door wide for me to say what was on my mind.
“Er… um… wail… um…” shit, I forget every damn word I ever knew. I was struggling. I took a big gulp of water and said, “I like ya’ Beany, I always have. I’m tired of lookin’ for someone to be with when y’all are sleepin’ in the room next to me, eatin’ at the table across from me, hail yer even sittin’ in my damn truck when I’m in it.” I was talkin’ from my heart, and Beany was sittin’ there a’ grinnin’ and a starin’, just lettin’ me stumble over my words. “We should be together.”
When I shut my damn mouth, it was quiet for a bit, then Beany said, “Yeah, that works for me.” He barely got the words out when the waitress came with or drinks.
“Are y’all ready to order?” She asked.
“Yer still buyin’, right?” Beany said lookin’ at me, I nodded. “Okay, Bring me that Bloomin onion, and the filet mignon with the lobster, and for my sides…” Shit fire, that boy was orderin’ everything on the menu! I mean, I had a steady job, but it was manigin’ a damn dry cleaners for lord’s sake, I barely made the rent and that boy was spendin’ my last dime and then some. Then Beany stopped ordering, looked at me with another grin, and said. “Nah, forget all that. I’ll have the small steak, and a bloomin’ onion for the table.” Then he looked at me and asked, “Can you still afford rent after that?” He was just funnin’ with me, he was such a smartass… but that’s what made him fun. After that, things lightened up n’ me n’ Beany were me n’ Beany again. We ended up laughin’, talkin’, havin’ a great time.
After dinner we went to a local bar for a couple of drinks, then home. It was about midnight when we got home, n’ things got awkward again. I figgered we’d be sleepin’ together, but whose room? Who would initiate it? Damn, I was nervous! We both walked towards our bedrooms (they were across the hall from each other). Beany gave me a peck on the cheek n’ said, “thanks for dinner, bud” then he went into his bedroom and shut the door with a slam. ‘What the actual fuck?’ I thought as I just stood there tryin’ to figure what just happened n’ if I should do somethin about it. Seriously, ‘What the actual fuck?’ I was dumfounded!
Just then, Beany opened the door with that fuckin’ grin on his face, “get yer ginger ass in here” he growled as he yanked me into his room by my arm and pushed me onto his bed (it smelled like him). “Play your cards right and that hog may go to the County Fair after all.” He was on top of me, shovin’ his tongue down my throat and rippin’ my damn clothes off.
Okay, so I’m gonna say it out loud, gay relationships are freakin’ hard! Who asks out who? Who pays for the date? Who holds the damn door open? And who the hail starts sex?! But at that moment the biggest question was: Who the fuck cares?! I was havin’ sex with Beany after an actual date… things were changin’ between us, and did he just say he was maybe gonna let me fuck him?! Day-um. I admit it, my cock was big and Beany told me a coupla’ time it was too big to take, but he was a trooper. Last time we were together, that skinny little fuck took me down his throat… all the way down to the root! He had his face buried in my orange pubes (I used to call ‘em red until Beany convinced me they were orange) until he choked. Y’all gotta respect that.
Once Beany had me nekkid, he stripped himself and then flipped around, sat on my face, and started workin’ on my hog. Damn he had a sweet little hole! It was so tight that I could barely get my tongue in there, no wonder he was afraid of my cock. I pulled his ass cheeks apart as far as I could without splittin’ him like a log, n’ ate him out ‘til his hole opened up like that bloomin’ onion we just devoured at the Outback. I was moaning into his hole, shit fire, I didn’t have no choice the way he was workin’ my dick. Holy fuck, that boy was the best cocksucker on the face of god’s green earth. He kept on suckin’ while I was workin’ his hole, I put a finger in there and moved it in a circle until he pushed out and let it in to the knuckle. I pulled it out and then went back in with two fingers, he growled around my cock… gotdamn he was pushing me to the edge. After a bit I went in with a third finger and that boy clamped his ass ring down on me so hard… I swear to the sweet baby Jesus that if his hole had teeth, he’d a’ bit my fingers clean off.
Well, I aint never been afraid of hard work… it just made the rewards that much sweeter. “Beany stop” I said. “Yer gonna make me cum buckets.”
Beany laughed and flipped around so he was straddling me. We were face-to-face and he was rubbin’ his spit-slicked ass crack up and down my big boner. “Day-um, Rusty. I dunno, that thang is fuckin’ huge, I don’t know if it’s gonna fit up there” Beany said, his lips almost touchin’ mine.
“Don’t be a pussy” I scoffed makin’ him laugh.
He sighed and said, “I’ll try, but I aint promisin’ shit.” He moved his ass crack back and forth on me for a little longer, then reach back, held my cock n’ tried to sit on it, my big plumb sized head slipped in (well, it didn’t exactly slip, I pushed like a buncha’ farm hands tryin’ to move a stalled tractor up hill). “Ow, ow, ow! Fuck that hurt,” he cried… and I mean that, he was cryin’ tears.
“Shit, beany. I’m sorry” I said and started to pull out. IU didn’t wanna hurt him.
“No, no, no, leave it in” he said as he put his hands on my chest and pushed his butt down on my cock. That little fuck was goin’ back for more. He winced as he took more and more of me deep inside his tight ass. Shit fire he was tight, but he kept goin’. He ended up sittin’ on my pelvis. Just sittin’ there. His arms were stretched all the way out and his hands were pushin’ my chest as he breathed in and out slowly tryin’ a’ get used to my size… did I tell y’all I’m a big boy? Yeah, I’m proud a’ that. Well, Beany just sat there for a bit, then he started to bounce up and down on my pitch fork. He was slow at first but then, hail! That boy was possessed. His head was thrown back, his eyes were rolled in the back of his head, n’ he was mumblin’ obscenities like “Fuck ya’, gimme more Rusty, fuck me hard…” n’ shit like that. Then he got louder and started sayin’ shit like “I can’t believe I was afraid of yer cock; you can fuck me anytime… shit you gotta fuck me more” he was just babblin’ sex talk, I tried not to laugh, but hail it was like he was getting’ addicted to my cock. He was fuckin’ himself on me and lovin’ it.
As for me? I sure as fire wasn’t complainin, day-um that boy was tight! “I’m gonna shoot, Beany” I said between breaths.
“Breed me you fuckin’ stallion” he yelled as he rode me to the best freaking orgasm of my life! I shot like a gallon of man milk inside him while he bucked on me, and stroked his cock. I was layin’ there lookin’ at him and could see his balls tightenin’ up and then watched ropes of cum shoot outta him. This first spurt hit my face so hard it stung. He shot his juice on my chest, my face, n’ even up in my red hair. Day-um that boy shot… then he kept goin’! He rode me for another coupla’ minutes, I swear my cock never got soft. Finally, he stopped, climbed off me, and started suckin’ me again… he sucked me ‘til I came again. We went at it for way over an hour, then finally he cuddled up with me. We were both sweaty, and I was covered in cum, but I fell asleep holdin’ Beany… then woke up to him suckin’ my cock again.
That was the first night I ever spent in Beany’s bed, and it sure as hail wasn’t gonna be the last!
To be continued…
