Sams’ Story
“Can you still pick up the girls at School today? I want to get to the job site early” My dad said as I walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.
“Yeah, I don’t have any classes today, I’ll drop them off on my way in” I answered, then asked, “switch cars?” It was easier to trade vehicles than move the car seats around.
“Good plan” my dad said as he threw me his keys, I threw my Jeep keys back to him.
“I get to pick the music this time” my little sister Rosie said from her booster seat at the kitchen table.
Her twin sister Charlie chimed in, “Nuh uh! it’s my turn.”
“No way!” I joked back. “It’s my turn, and I’m driving, so I get to listen to whateeeeeever I want.” I teased my tiny little half siblings while my dad and stepmom just listened to us, and smiled. The girls giggled as they argued with me and threaten to commandeer the radio when we got in the truck. A year ago, I didn’t even know these people existed, but now I couldn’t imagine life without them. It felt like we’d been a family forever… the past was in the past and my family was in my present and future. It may sound strange but I loved the days I got to take my sisters to school, no one in the world had ever made me feel more accepted or loved than Rosie and Charlie. They had literally waited their entire lives to meet me, and when they finally did, they became the light in my world.
“Are we gonna pick up Marcus?” Charlie asked.
“He’s already at work” I said as I poured cereal into my bowl. “But he’s gonna come over tonight.”
“Tell him to come by early and have dinner with us, I’m just making spaghetti and meatballs, nothing fancy” Caroline said.
“My favorite!” Rosie yelled with excitement.
“I’ll tell him.” I had a room above the garage with its own entrance, it was the best of both worlds; I was living with my family, but it felt like I had my own place. My Dad and Caroline let me live my life. Marcus would come over some nights, we’d play video games, study, or whatever in my room, then he’d spend the night… no one cared, and the girls loved it when he ate breakfast with us.
“You loooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvve Marcus” Rosie chimed in with a mocking giggle, then the two of them made kissy noises. My little sisters loved Marcus, my whole family did. Hell, what was there not to love, my boyfriend was amazing. The rest of breakfast went pretty much like that, silly banter, and giggles. After we ate, my dad and Caroline loaded the girls into the truck.
“I’ll pick you up this afternoon” Caroline reminded the twins, then everyone said goodbye and we were off.
Once the doors of the big truck closed, Rosie begged from the back seat, “can we puleeeeeeeease listen to Frozen?”
“Yeah, puleeeeeeeease?” Charlie mimicked. I looked in the rearview mirror to see the two of them giving me their pathetic puppy dog eyes and batting their eyelashes; I was a total sucker for the two of them. I had a Disney music playlist on my phone just for them… we listened to it every damn time we drove together (Every. Damn. Time.). I always said no, they always begged, they always won… I’d do anything for them, and they knew it. They belted out verse after verse of “Let It Go” as we made our way to kindergarten.
I dropped them off at school and got paid for the ride with a couple of kisses and hugs. Then it was off to get coffee from Marcus at my uncles café’. When I got there, the place was hopping, the line was all the way to the door.
I worked construction for my dad fulltime, went to school parttime, and filled in at the café’ when they needed help (that’s how I met Marcus). That day I was working construction, but Marcus was buried, and I had a little time before I had to be at the site, so I grabbed an apron and helped him catch up. “Thanks, Boo” he said with a smile (damn, that smile) as we waited on the long line of customers. The rush ended just in time for me to get the hell out of there and to work on the site on time.
“Thanks for helpin’ babe” Marcus said as he put a kiss on my cheek.
As I was shedding the apron, I confirmed, “you’re coming over tonight. Right?”
He nodded. “Yup. No school tomorrow, so I can sleep over” he smirked.
“Caroline says come for dinner, it’s just spaghetti and meatballs.”
“Rosie’s favorite” he laughed; he knew my sisters well. “What time, 6:00?”
“Yup. The usual” I said hanging up the apron. Marcus got a goodbye kiss, then I grabbed two coffee’s to go, got into my dad’s big ass truck and headed to the job site.
When I got there dad was busy looking at some blueprints or something with Manuel, one of the crew. The rest of the crew was putting on their tool belts and getting ready to spread out and get to work. We were building a new residential community, it was surrounded by several well established, very high-end communities; before they even cleared the land, the neighbors had voiced concerns about the construction noise from our project disturbing their peace. So, to appease the local zoning commission we agreed no noise before eight in the morning or after five at night. So once eight o’clock came around we went at it hard. We were working on several different houses in various stages of construction.
I walked over to my dad. “Hey pops” I said handing him a cup of coffee.
“Thanks. Any trouble getting the girls to school?”
“Other than having “let It Go” stuck in my damn head, no.” My dad laughed at that, he knew exactly what I was talking about; Charlie and Rosie had us all wrapped around their tiny little fingers.
“Chico Perdido! Donde’ esta’ me café’?” (“Lost Boy, where’s my coffee?”) Manuel joked. The majority of the crew spoke Spanish with some English mixed in, we picked up words and phrases from each other and communicated pretty well. They called me ‘Chico Perdido’, ‘Lost Boy’, because my dad had searched for me for years and apparently talked about me all the time. So, by the time we were reunited, I was kind of a local legend.
“Todavía me debes algo de la última vez. Ahora te toca comprar.” (‘You still owe me for last time. It's your turn to buy.’) I shot back with a grin making Manuel smile and shake his head in mock disappointment. The crew had taken me in under their wing, and treated me like familia. They were good people.
Dad pulled the crew together and gave us a couple of updates on the project, talked about our goals for the day, and made a few assignment changes. Then, Me, Manuel, and Mateo headed over to one of the houses and got started hanging drywall. Dad was teaching me the business from the ground up and the crew was teaching me different skills. I’d been working with Manuel and Mateo on drywalling for a couple of weeks, we had a good rhythm going and worked well together. Manuel was in his fifties and Mateo was about my age… and cute as hell. We worked our asses off! Sometimes we laughed and joked, half in Spanish, half in English. At other times we were just quiet as we secured the drywall in place and turned the empty frames into rooms. The only real break we took throughout the day was when the sandwich truck showed up around noon. We all grabbed lunch from the chrome truck, then sat around and ate together. We were eating peacefully when a couple of SUV’s zoomed onto the site and stopped abruptly. A bunch of masked guys in black with vests jumped out and started yelling. The crew just sat there and kept eating.
“Jesus, not again?!” My dad yelled. “We’ve been through enough of this shit. You boys are wasting your time” my dad yelled.
One of the cocky, masked agents made his way over to my dad as the others moved quickly towards the rest of the crew. “Just doin’ our jobs” he said spitting his words towards my dad.
“So are we… move the fuck on” My dad barked. My dad was a mellow guy, but he had his limits, and these guys pushed them (on purpose). These fuckers had showed up a couple of times before trying to round up “illegals.” The first time was total chaos with guys running, hiding, and even fleeing the site. They took a few of the guys away for a couple of days before releasing them after they were able to prove citizenship. All the guys had horror stories, the local immigrant community was living in terror… well, at first. But now it was just an annoyance. The crew was all there legally, and were just trying to build a better life for themselves and their families… but these testosterone ridden bullies would stop by to harass them every once in a while, just to remind them who was boss. My dad told all the guys to carry ID’s and copies of any paperwork.
Manuel yelled out as the agents swarmed around his crew. “Ya sabes que todos somos legales. ¿Por qué no nos dejas en paz?” (“You know we're all legal. Why don't you just leave us the fuck alone?!”). The other guys yelled out things like “pene pequeño” (“tiny penis”) and ¿Se te acabaron los niños y las ancianas a quienes intimidar?” (“Did you run out of children and old ladies to bully?”). The crew jeered, and poked the bear, but they knew the limits. No one dared touch or get too out of line or these fuckers would rough them up and haul them in just for the fuck of it. Sadly, it had become part of their daily lives, and I fucking hated it for them. They were all good people who didn’t deserve this kind of treatment from the country they loved and chose to call home.
Eventually, the crew just walked away and got back to work. Me, my dad, and the other “gringos” tried to shield the crew and didn’t back down. They finally got bored and left with a laugh… their goal was to intimidate and harass, their work here was done. We all knew they’d be back, I was upset, but the guys surprisingly sluffed it all off; I hated that this had become the new normal. Welcome to America, I guess, but I have to say… I was impressed by how my dad didn’t hesitate to stand up for his men. I couldn’t help but think of all the times my mother never missed an opportunity to throw me under the bus, but here was my father sticking up for his crew. I was so lucky we found each other after all this time.
When five o’clock around, we all cleaned up our work spaces, said goodnight, and headed home for the weekend. I thought about what had happened on the site as I drove home in my Jeep. I guess I should’ve been more shook up about it (like I was the first time it happened), but if the crew could deal with it so could I… as Manuel said, “Esta es nuestra casa también” (“This is our home too”).
When I finally got home, I jumped in the shower to wash the stink of the day off me before Marcus came over. My head was covered in suds as I shampooed the construction dust out of my hair. The water was falling down on me when I felt a warm presence behind me, and a set of strong arms wrapped around my waste. “why did you shower, you know I like dirty boys” Marcus whispered in my ear.
“What are you doing?! My family’s downstairs!” I whispered loudly.
Marcus chuckled, “I locked both doors, no one will catch us.” Even if they did, no one would care… well, maybe the girls, but like Marcus said, the doors were locked. I tried to let go of my paranoia of getting caught and enjoy Marcus’ warm body against mine. I could feel his massive, black tool stand up proudly and invade my ass crack. He slid his soapy member up and down my crack poking at my tight hole whenever he passed over it. “Aint this better than showering alone?” He whispered as one arm moved up my body. With one arm wrapped around my waist and the other around my neck, he planted kiss after tender kiss on my neck and ground his cock into my backside. He knew how to get me going… one second, I was alone under the water, the next I was hard as a rock with a hot, black man behind me getting ready to enter. “You want it.” Marcus stated firmly, he wasn’t asking, he was telling.
“Fuck yes” I agreed with a sigh of anticipation. Fuck, I wanted his long, thick cock inside me so bad. My paranoia was completely gone, in fact, I didn’t know or care where the hell I was at that moment. The only thing I cared about was… “oof” … Marcus pushed into my ass. My sphincter burned with pain as it opened to accommodate him. I pushed out like I was taking a… (well, you know what I’m talking about, I’ll save you the visual). He slipped into me like it was a custom fit, and kept going until he was balls deep in my wanting hole. My eyes rolled so far into the back of my head that I gave myself a headache. I was so damn full and I could feel his low hanging balls swinging against my butt cheeks. He started to pull out. “No! Stay there” I said grabbing his bubble butt with one hand and pulling him back in. I was still for a moment, then I moved my ass in a circular motion, slowly opening myself up on him and getting comfortable with his girth. He felt so good inside me, eventually, I started moving my ass back and forth, and fucking myself on his massive manhood.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about” he whispered in my ear. “Get that dick.” He pushed in slowly, I pushed back. We repeated that over and over getting faster and harder every time until his pelvic bone was bruising my ass cheeks, and his balls were slapping against me like thunder. I rested my head on my forearm as I braced myself against the tile wall and got lost in the painful pleasure of our fuck. “I’m close” he whispered with a gasp, then grabbed the base of his pipe and pulled out of me. He stood there for a second, breathing heavily, then dropped to his knees and took me all the way down his throat. Oh, my god, he knew how to work me!! It didn’t take him long to bring me to the point of no return. I tried to push him off, but he was having none of that. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me as deep as he could until I shot right down his throat. He took every drop, then licked me clean with his eyes looking up and locked with mine. When the final drop was down his throat, he licked me like a lollipop.
He stood up, kissed me, then turned me around and entered me again, stretching me wide. I can’t even describe how full he made me feel… seriously. He fucked in and out of me again, faster, and harder just like before until he shot is load deep inside me; it didn’t take long. We stood there under the water for a little while, me leaning against the wall, him leaning against me, both of us heaving, trying to catch our breath. My soothing shower at the end of a long day ended in a very unexpected, very satisfying way.
We dried each other off with my one towel, there were more downstairs in the linen closet but I didn’t dare make my way down there. Marcus shook his hair to get the water out of his twisted do, and I dabbed it dry with the towel. Then we both got dressed and went downstairs to join the family who was already seated for dinner. The kitchen was on the other side of the house, so no one even heard Marcus come in.
“Marcus!!!!!!!!!” Rosie and Charlie yelled in unison when we entered. “sit by me” they both begged. They loved me, but when Marcus was around, I was crap.
“Hi Marcus, I didn’t hear you come in” Caroline said, from her place at the table. “Dinner is on the stove, help yourself, boys.”
“How was your day, Marcus?” My dad asked. Marcus gave us a summary of his day as we filled our plates, then we sat down and ate as a family. Dad, Caroline, the twins, Marcus, and me. Just as I sat down my phone rang. It was Maverick calling from North Carolina. We’d been keeping in touch since the wedding, I stepped away to take the call.
“Hey Mav, what’s up?”
“Hey Sams, How y’all doin’?” Maverick asked with excitement in his voice. “Me n’ Rusty are headin’ to Kentucky for Christmas, we just figgered out we’re only gonna be ‘bout three hours away from y’all. Ya’ wanna meet halfway for dinner of somethin’?
“Hell yeah!” I said with my best redneck accent. Maverick laughed, then we talked about dates and promised to touch base closer to Christmas and work out the specifics. I hung up, then went back to the kitchen table and told everyone about my call. Marcus was all in, and Dad and Caroline were excited… they knew how much all the villagers meant to me.
It got me thinking… less than two years ago, I was all alone just trying to avoid my mom and Gary in hopes that they’d just leave me the fuck alone. Man, life had changed… things were so much freaking better! I couldn’t help but smile.
To be continued…
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