River’s Story
The plane landed in Wilmington, we made our way to the car, and were on our way back home to Harrington House after spending a life changing holiday weekend at my brother’s. I was Native American but I didn’t grow up immersed in that culture. My dad was “Indian” when it benefited him (proceeds from the casino, tax breaks, etc.), but my brother Chaske had embraced the lifestyle, and I couldn’t help but admire him for it. We had an amazing time on the reservation, I learned so much about my heritage, got to spend time with my siblings, and got to know my sister in-law and my nephew, my namesake… Little River, AKA Mineola. When the weekend was over, I didn’t want to leave. Che, however, was anxious to get home and check on his latest project… Hugo.
Che found Hugo when he was making the rounds on his beat just before we left town. He was a homeless thug with an attitude (sound familiar?). Che brought him to Seth who got him set up with a job and an apartment. Colton and Craig invited him to Thanksgiving dinner at their house so he wouldn’t be alone on the holiday, and the other guys all promised to keep an eye on him. Che was afraid he was a flight risk… a young, thug, know-it-all who didn’t need anyone’s help (I’ll ask again, sound familiar?).
When we got home, Che dropped his bags off at our place then ran down to the second floor to check on Hugo, I unpacked while he was gone. He came back about a half hour later with Hugo, “Riv, you up for getting’ somethin’ to eat?” Che asked.
I was happy to be home and didn’t really want to leave. “Why don’t you guys go pick something up?”
“Man, I been eatin’ leftovers all weekend… I’d be up for A burger” Hug said.
“How was dinner at Craig and Colton’s?” I asked.
“A’ight” he said while he looked around the room. He was totally avoiding eye contact with us.
“You aint tellin’ us somethin’” Che said with a grin. Hugo just looked down and shook his head… I’m pretty sure Che was right, but Hugo wasn’t talking. We pushed him for a few more minutes, then gave up. The two guys took off to get burgers while I unpacked, cleaned, and took inventory of the food and made a grocery list.
My time at the reservation with my brother had helped to ground me, I knew what I wanted now. A home and a family… with Che. I looked around the apartment and thought, ‘we’re ready. We’re ready to put down roots. We’re ready to own our own house.’ Honestly, I wanted what my brother had… a home, a family, a community, a life that was fulfilling. I already had the perfect partner, and a great community to support us. And thanks to Uncle River we had some money. It was time to start getting serious about finding a house again. Yeah, we still had to save some more money, but it wouldn’t hurt to start house hunting again… right? We started to look before but then just decided to wait until we had a little more put away, I decided to talk to Che about it later that night. I was on a cleaning frenzy and had the apartment torn apart when the guys came back from Wendy’s. I stopped to eat with them.
“Guess who hooked up with Caleb?” Che said with a snicker.
“No way!” I blurted back. “Innocent little Cay?!” I said in shock. Caleb was such an awesome guy, but he was so innocent and naïve.
“Yup. Behind the barn at BroMax” Che said as he took the food out of the bags and divvied it up, he had the biggest smirk on his face. “With ever’body just on the other side of the barn sittin’ around the bonfire.”
“Shut up man, that’s why I didn’t wanna tell you nothin’, that shit’s private” Hugo said as he gave Che a playful punch. The two of us pushed until Hugo told us everything… damn!
“We’re partners” I said. “If you tell him, you’re telling me… but damn, that was gutsy, especially for Cay.” The whole thing was kinda’ funny, the thug and the innocent guy (Kinda like me and Che back in the day I guess). “Did anyone hear you?”
“Nope” is all he responded. Hugo didn’t share much but Che was able to get him to talk. The three of us ate and hung out for about an hour before Hugo went down to his place for the night. After he was gone, I brought up the idea of house hunting seriously with Che.
“Baby, you got a big tax bill for the land comin’ due next month, that’ll suck a lotta our savin’s. I thought we agreed to wait a year and save more to put down.” Che said. He grew up dirt poor, and now that we both had steady incomes, he watched our finances like a hawk and squirreled away everything.
“I’m tired of waiting.”
“I know, but we talked about this. We need t’ put away more money so we got a safety net” Che said. We had a plan and he was trying to hold me to it.
“Can we at least look so we know what’s out there? It’s not like we’re gonna find anything right away anyway. We talked and agreed to look online, do drive byes, and hit open houses… but not to waste a realtors time yet. We also agreed on how much we had to save before we made an offer on anything. I had to admit, Che was way better with money than me, seriously, the money from the rent was burning a hole in my pocket since the day it started coming in.
It was past eleven when we finally got into our bed. ‘Our bed,’ it felt good to be home. We were both naked and Che didn’t waste any time going to work on me. Without a word, he flipped around so that his cock was in my face, and his head was between my legs. He rubbed his bald head over my balls and taint, the stubble sent chills through my body. He did that to me for the first time on the night he said goodbye to his dreads and got his head shaved. I was not happy about him losing the dreads, but I understood, he wanted to look more like a cop… and hey, the shift from thug to cop made him a whole different kind of sexy. When we got in bed that first night, he rubbed his bald head on my balls and I went nucking futs! Fuck, it just got me so damn hard! I grabbed his head and rubbed my cock all over it, ever since then, it’s been a thing with us. My favorite time to do it is right after he has it shaved… it’s just so smooth, I mean don’t get me wrong, the little stubble has its own thrill, but there’s something about freshly shaved. Anyway…
Che was between my legs rubbing his stubbly head around my private parts, occasionally his tongue would come out and lap something into ecstasy. He switched positions so that he was on his knees between my legs, then he pinned my legs to my chest, rubbed his head over my ass cheeks, then up the crack, and over the balls with his tongue following until it found my reddish-brown hole and nestled in. His tongue explored my native cavern as he spelunked his way in. He pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his face hard up against me. Holy fuck, his tongue felt like it was a foot long as it snaked its way through me, then out again and again. I just lie there on my back with my knees to my chest and my hands on his stubbly head. I swear I was gonna give myself whiplash from thrashing my head side to side in pleasure. He slurped and moaned underneath me as he lubed my ass and shot fucking electricity through me. Most of my experience was limited to Che (plus the few times we played together), but I started to wonder if anyone else could ever give me the kind of pleasure he did. His thick lips, his soft, long tongue, his massive black cock, then add what he could do with his bald head… Day-um. After what seemed like forever yet still not long enough, he came up for air. He put his soft, full lips on mine then darted his tongue into my mouth, I could taste and smell my own funk. It was hot as hell.
As we made out and the smell of man sex filled my nostrils, Che moved his way on top of me in the missionary position. He lined up and pushed in with one mighty thrust. Dear gods of freaking everything!!!! He was so massive!!!! I could take his length and girth, but they filled me to the brink, I mean there was no more room or anything. I swear even a pinky finger added would’ve split me in two… I was so full, it felt dangerous. That just added to the thrill.
Che stayed on top of, and in me. His lips were almost touching mine as he whispered my dreams to me. “We gonna’ have r’ own house, with r’ own stuff in it… new stuff, nice stuff, none a’ dis old thrift store hand me down shit. Then we gon’ have our own lil’ Mineola, maybe even a little Aponi (referring to a daughter named after my sister). We gon’ have ever’thin’ we ever wanted Riv.” Was this dirty talk? Romantic talk? Crazy babbling? I dunno, but fuck it did things to me. I was getting fucked by a giant dick attached to someone who wanted to build a life with me and only me. Fine. I admit it. I came. Yup, my pent up load shot through my long, slender rain stick and oozed between our bodies… no one was stroking or even touching it… it just shot. “Damn, Riv. You were horned up” Che said with a snicker as he started to slowly fuck me. We kissed as he moved in and out of me slowly, then faster until he was pulverizing my ass and stretching my hole to the limits. His big, shaved balls slapped my ass harder with each plunge. His tongue filled my mouth and his magic, black serpent filled my ass. He was pounding me harder than he had ever pounded me before. He pulled out of our kiss, sat on his knees, and fucked his way to completion. “Fuck yes, Riv! Gotdamn yer ass is tight as fuck” he yelled louder than fuck “Ima’ shoot. HELL, YES Ima’ shoot my load in your tight ass. FUCK YES!” Then with a final thrust and deep, animalistic grunt, he gave me everything he had. “FUCK YES!” He wailed in victory as his sweaty, black frame collapsed on top of me. Our Holiday weekend was over, I fell asleep with him on top of me.
Monday morning it was back to the grind. I rolled Che off me, showered, and kissed him goodbye as he lay in bed. “I work two t’ ten tonight” Che grumbled to me with his eyes still closed.
“Be careful, I’ll see you tonight” I said, then went off to work at the Candle Factory. He kissed me, then waved me off and went back to sleep.
Mason left Harrington House the same time I did and we walked to work together, he filled me in on Thanksgiving as we did. He told me how awesome the food was, how cool the Christmas lighting was, and how they all ended up around the bonfire. He even talked about Hugo hitting it off with Cay and Ella, it sounded like a fun night, I felt a little bad that we missed it, but my time at the reservation was life changing for me and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. Mason didn’t mention anything about Hugo and Cay fucking behind the barn, and I wasn’t about to ask… it looked like they got away with it. All the guys at the factory were talking about the holiday too. Other than that, the day was normal.
After work I got online and started looking for houses while Che was at work. There was so much to consider and it was hard to narrow things down. We talked about a small place in the city, or a big place out in the country by Seth and Zach, we even talked about a condo or villa or something that didn’t need a lot of maintenance… we really hadn’t made any decisions, we were just browsing. I marked a few places I liked and started making notes of things I wanted in a home… like two bathrooms, lol. Che and I were always getting in each other’s way in the bathroom, each of us having our own would be and upgrade. I wanted a spare bedroom so we could have guests, or even better maybe take in a foster kid or someone who needed help down the road. I also decided I wanted a yard, just a tiny space for a garden. Then my head went to things like a fireplace, a hot tub, waterfront, a swimming pool, luxury stuff like that. I kept plugging my ideas into to the different house hunting apps, eventually ‘affordable’ turned into ‘millions’. Ugh! I deleted all my searches and started over again. This time, I kept my wish list and budget realistic… I found some decent stuff. Some in the city, some in the country, there were even a couple of empty lots. I lost track of time, and before I knew it, Che was home.
“How was work?” I asked from my place on the couch as I looked up from the computer.
“A’ight” Che said, then kissed me. “Quiet night, nothin’ crazy.” I know he liked the crazier nights with more action, but I liked it when it was quiet (and safer) for him. I worried about him getting hurt, or worse, but he loved being a cop and I loved him, so, I swallowed my fear and supported it. Che went into the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich for dinner, “What you doin’?” he yelled to me.
“I’ve been lookin’ at houses” I shouted back.
“Find anything?” He asked, so I walked him through my journey. When he had his sandwich, he came and sat next to me on the couch. I scrolled through the viable options I’d found. “Hey, what’s this one? Aint that near BroMax Farm and those guys?” He asked pointing to one of the listings. It was several acres of land in the country with a delipidated, condemned trailer on it.
“Yeah, it’s near those guys, but it’s just land… like thirteen acres, and there’s a pond.”
“It’s cheap”
“Yeah, but you gotta take the tailer off, then build something new” I replied. “So much for cheap.”
“Yeah, but we could build whatever we want on the land” Che said. “Hey, what about them tiny homes, we could build one a’ them, they be cheap.” He was getting excited, “then we could build a bigger house later.”
“Or more tiny houses around the pond” I jumped in, “like a little compound. We could Airbnb them and make some more cash.”
“Shit, that’d be cool. We’d have our own place and a little business too. Man, we could even let Villagers live there if we got an openin’.” The more we talked about it, the more excited we both got. The idea of owning our own place had morphed into something way more exciting… a business, and a way to pay it forward. We stayed up past midnight talking, looking at other available properties, and researching tiny houses and prefab homes. Our plan to own our own place was taking shape in an unexpected way, but I was excited about it. We both slept great that night, excited about our future together.
The next day I left Che in bed again and went to work. I had a session with Seth over my lunch hour. I’d been seeing Seth for a while, and that session was the best one we’d ever had. I was so excited to tell him about my Thanksgiving on the res, and our plans to get our own place. The thing about Seth is that he never judged me, or told me what to do… but he asked questions that made me think through stuff, and then tried to guide me to smart decisions.
“I like the idea of building a complex of tiny homes” he said, “and it would be awesome if you guys ended up out near us.” I showed him the listing, “that’s right around the corner, I think it butts up to Colton and Craig’s place… there might be a couple of acres between the two. But last time I looked, that old trailer was trashed and barely standing.”
“Yeah, it’s just garbage that needs to be removed. Che was researching what it would cost to do it.”
“Well, go look at it, but be smart. Don’t let your emotions make your decisions. Ask a bunch of questions about zoning, and perc tests, and all that (I had no clue what he was saying, but I made a mental note to research all of it). You guys are smart, and you know how to budget. He told me to be patient and promised it would come together for us. I always felt better after talking to Seth, he made me believe I could do anything.
I did a lot more research that week, looked at existing houses for sale, looked at more lots for sale, talked to some tiny house and prefab home dealers, investigated the steps you had to take to build including permits, and all that stuff. I felt confident that we could do this.
Saturday morning, Che cut his sleep short to go out and check out the thirteen acres with the pond for sale out by all the guys, and a few other properties. We went to a couple of open houses too… Che was taking notes of stuff we liked and stuff we didn’t. We talked as we drove from place to place, the more we talked the more our vision started coming together. We ended the afternoon by stopping by a prefab home dealer, it really helped us to walk through the models and talk to someone about permits and all that.
On the way home Che said, “I think we should call a realtor… I wanna make an offer on that land our by the guys.”
“What happened to sticking to the plan, and waiting?” I asked.
“This is a new plan. We buy the land first, for cash, then we save up and get a prefab home built out there, then we save up some more and add tiny homes around the pond. We do dis shit piece by piece.” He had it all figured out. He was so much damn smarter than anyone gave him credit for.
“I’ll call Seth’s relator, Denny. He can help” I said. That was the end of house talk for the day. When we got home, I made dinner. We ate together, then Che got ready for the late shift. I felt bad for making the guy miss sleep, he was a floater that week, which meant he worked whatever shifts they needed him to. It fucked with his sleep schedule pretty bad.
I was cleaning up the dinner dishes when he came out of the bedroom ready to go. “Damn, you look hot as hell” I said as he checked himself in the mirror near the front door. “I love me a man in uniform.”
“And I love you” Che said before kissing me on the lips. He left for his shift, and I sat down and started making a step by step plan for making our dream come true. My first step was sending an email to Denny the relator, then I made a list of questions for him.
Things were coming together for me and Che, I loved what we were building and was so excited about our future.
To be continued…
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