River’s Story
The big machines were loud as they cleared parts of our lot, getting it ready for our cabin and two tiny homes. They had already cleared the path for the driveway. The gravel for the drive and cement slabs for the houses would all be done later in the week.
“This shit’s really happening, Riv” Che said as he rested his elbow on my shoulder and watched the guys clear the land.
“Yup” I said with a nervous sigh, “I hope we can afford all this shit.”
“We good” Che said with confidence. “Lot’s paid for, these guys are paid, our cabin is paid for, we gotta a tiny loan for the tiny houses we can pay off quick with the rent money from Shadow Wolf. Even if he tries to fuck us with the rent payments, we got dis.” Che was surprisingly good with all the financial shit. He tried to explain the way he thought about it, but I didn’t get it… my only real takeaway was when he said, “every penny got a job to do… my job is to make sure they do it.” He knew what he was doing, and I handled the details like dealing with the contractors, and getting permits. We were a good team.
Dust flew as the silver pickup made it’s way towards us, the doors opened and Zach shouted, over the noise, “Wow! You guys are really doing this!” Seth jumped out of the passenger seat, then the two proceeded to unbuckle the kids in the backseat. Freddy came running over to us with Ali toddling behind, impressed by all the machines and trucks. Izzy insisted on Seth holding her because she didn’t want to get her shoes dirty.
“So, the main house is going there?” Seth asked pointing in the right direction, towards the pond.
“Yup, and the first tiny houses are going there and there” I said, pointing to the other side of the pond.
“Then, when we pay off da’ first two tiny houses, n’ get some more cash put away, we gonna put more tiny houses over on dat side” Che said, pointing out to the spots we had in mind. Then he pointed to the new electric box, and over to where they installed the septic system. Then he went on about how the houses will look like tiny lake cottages on a tiny lake, each one different, and about the pier we wanted to put in. We were both so excited, but he was so into it, it was cute as fuck. Neither of us had really ever owned anything that was all ours before… except for the car that Che’s grandma left him. But now we both had new cars, we had the land that Uncle River left me, the land we bought on our own, and we were about to have a home, and two tiny rental houses. More importantly, we had hope, and a vision for our future together. We both pulled out our phones to show them pics of the houses we ordered.
“You guys are gonna have a little resort” Zach said, impressed.
Seth stood there smiling, like kinda beaming even, “look at you guys bein’ all grown up n’ stuff” he laughed.
Che cracked up, “Seriously man, we got grown up jobs, grown up cars, now we gettin’ a grown up house. “Damn, I didn’t see dat comin’.”
“Cheese dat a bad wode” Izzy scolded. The big tough, former thug turned cop apologized for saying damn. She owned Che, hell she owned most of the Villagers. No doubt about it, we’d all die for those kids.
“Can we swim in there in the summer?” Freddy asked excitedly pointing to the pond. We had the water tested and they said it was safe to swim in, we also find out there were fish in it. The former owners used the land for hunting and fishing (welcome to North Carolina, I guess).
“Yeah, but it might be kinda gross” Che said. “Maybe we can get a tiny boat or somethin’ someday too.” He was sharing his vision with Freddy, and Freddy was all in. Che took him and Ali for a walk around the pond to show them where the houses would go, and the pier would be… Freddy was loving it all. It was so cute seeing Che getting excited about Freddy getting excited. While Che was giving his tour, I took the others over to where our house was going to be, and told them all about our small, prefab cabin… our home.
“Hugo asked if he could take over your apartment, his time on the second floor is almost up, and we have a waiting list of new villagers needing his apartment” Seth said.
I must’ve had a weird look on my face because Zach looked at me and asked,“What?”
“Well, I didn’t think he’d stick around” I replied. “He doesn’t seem like he gives a shit about much, I just assumed he’d get out of here when the cheap rent was gone.” Zach was surprised by my response, but Seth got it.
“He plays tough, but inside he’s a sensitive guy. Yeah, he can be a dick…. Um… I mean difficult. But there’s a decent human being in there somewhere” Seth said defending the thug, then added, “Sound familiar?” He motioned his head subtly towards Che. Zach snorted and I grinned… Hugo was a lot like Che, and we all saw it. My tour continued aswe walked the lot eventually meeting up with Che and the two boys. Ali was covered in mud.
“What happened to you?” I asked the little guy. He held up a stick and said something about a frog… mud… I dunno what he was saying, but Zach and Seth understood every word. Ali had perfect diction, but used very few words. The more he talked, the less “perfect” his words were, he got into this rambling gibberish when he was excited… but his family understood him perfectly.
“You know better than to play in the mud” Seth said, Ali babbled back something, “Well you didn’t need to chase it.”
Zach looked at Freddy, “where were you? Why didn’t you stop him.”
Freddy looked at him with this great expression that was like ‘oh come on don’t blame me’ “What?!! You know he’s fast” Freddy was having none of that.
“Man, I swear I tried to stop him” Che said trying to clear himself of any blame. “Freddy’s right, he’s fast.”
“Really fast” Freddy added for emphasis.
Zach and Seth were mildly annoyed, but prepared. Seth went into the back of the Atlas and pulled out a towel, some wipes, and even a change of clothes… Seth and Zach were amazing parents and ready for anything. He cleaned Ali up, gave him a lecture, and then we finished our tour of the lot.
It was fun showing it off, it had been mostly just me and Che sharing our vision and dreams with each other. We both drove out there a couple times a week since our offer was accepted just to walk around and dream. When we would get back to our apartment, Che would pull out his computer and work on budgets and build spreadsheets and budget to make our vision happen. Then I’d make to-do lists, and look up contractors and make tentative timelines. We did a lot of dreaming together. But sharing it with Seth and Zach, having Freddy ask about swimming, Ali playing in the mud, and Izzy bitching about how dirty it was made it all very real. Other people were seeing what we saw. Che was right, this shit was really happening, our dreams were coming to life.
The Westin-Halls hung out for a while, but it was early February in North Carolina, and it was cold out. So, they got in the Atlas, cranked the heat and drove down the (temporarily) dirt driveway. Before they did, Zach rolled down the driver’s window and said, “Think about what I told you guys the other day. Your situation is way different than it used to be, you need to protect yourselves.” We told him we were thinking about it. Zach was pushing us to make wills and even consider getting married. If something happened to me, I wanted the land to go to Che, not Shadow Wolf. And if something happened to Che, he wanted to make sure I got all his police death benefits and his share of what we owned. It was weird how things went from having nothing to having something to lose. Zach was right, we had to think differently.
When the Atlas was gone, Che went over to talk to the guys clearing the land, and I took a big stick and started outlining the landscape for our cabin in the dirt trying to get a better visual of how things would come together. Che came back and told me the guys would be done the next day. He grabbed the stick and started adding to my outline in the dirt, I got on the phone and made a few calls. When I hung up, I walked came up behind Che. “I confirmed with the cement guy, he’s coming out Monday with the gravel and will lay the slabs early next week” I told him. Shane at the dealership confirmed they’re on target to deliver and install the cabin in a week. He doesn’t have an ETA on the two tiny houses yet, but said they should be here before the end of the month” I rattled off the info before finding a stick and joining Che in the dirt-art. “Do we have the money transferred to our account to pay them all?” I asked… still nervous about all the money we were shelling out.
“Yup, all but the loan for the cottages, everything’s ready to go, we just need a closing date from the dealership, then we sign the paperwork.” He sounded so… I dunno, mature? In charge? Confident? My insides were in a constant state of churning since we started this, but Che was a rock. He knew what we could afford, what we could get now, what had to wait, etc. I was so freaking impressed by his skills. I talked to him about it once, asking him how he knew how to do all of that. He just looked at me and said, “I figured it out, because I don’t wanna have nothin’ ever again.” He was driven to make sure we were financially sound. Uncle River left us more than land, he left us an opportunity to be set for life. We were determined not to let him down. We knew Zach was right… we needed to protect what we were building.
We kept walking around the property dreaming and marking where things would go. Before we knew it, the contractors were done and packing up their equipment and it was getting dark. We had brought our backpacks and some tools with us. I was loading our stuff into the back of Che’s Bronco when he came up from behind me and pushed me in. I was bent over the bumper with my upper body in the boot, and my feet still on the ground.
“What the Fuck, Che?” I instinctively replied, half laughing / half scolding. Before I knew it, my pants were at my thighs and my bare ass was exposed to the cold Carolina air.
“We aint christened our new home yet” He said rubbing my cold ass with his warm hands as he bent over and kissed my neck.
“We don’t have our new home yet. It’s just dirt.”
“Dis dirt is our home, Riv. It don’t matter about the cabin or nothin’, this is the place we’re gonna call home” he said quietly into my ear in between tender kisses to my neck, and licks to my earlobe. I could feel the heat of his massive manhood through his jeans as he pushed his groin against my cold, bare butt… he was turning me the fuck on.
There was a conflict going on with my body; on one hand, my ass was freezing, on the other, my balls were boiling over. My balls won! I pushed my bare ass up against the bulge in his jeans, trying to absorb his heat. Che chuckled quietly in my ear; he knew I was giving in to lust. I heard some clinking, then a *zip* sound, the next thing I knew I felt his warm, hard, meaty cock in my crack. He spit on his cock before moving it up and down my crack. The heat of his flesh felt nice, he continued to slide himself up and down, then he pointed his head at my pucker and pushed in. It wasn’t budging, it was like the cold froze my hole shut. He drooled some spit down and then used a finger to lube my hole; it resisted at first but eventually opened for him. He drooled some more spit onto his big, black cock working it with one hand while his other continued to loosen my hole.
“Oof” I grunted as he made his spectacular entrance. Damn, he was big! I mean, I’d gotten used to it, but it was still a lot to take (Note: I’m not complaining, this is just and observation). His lips continued their assault on my neck and earlobe as he inched his way slowly into me. I felt warm and full inside, and cold and exposed outside. I reached back and pulled Che against me trying to absorb as much of his body heat as possible. The whole thing was so different from our regular sex session.
Che moved faster and harder, stretching my cold, wet hole as he used it for our pleasure. With a series of moans and dirty talk, ending in a final slam that was punctuated with a grunt, he shot his load inside of me. Damn, I never felt his cum inside of me more than I did at that moment… it was so fucking warm. He kept fucking me using his cum as natural lube. When he finally pulled out of me, I turned around and licked his cock clean of his cum and my ass juice.
I was sitting on the tailgate of the Bronco when he got on his knees to go down on me. “Wait,” I pleaded. “It’s too fucking cold, let’s get in the car.” I jumped off the tailgate and pulled up my pants in one fell swoop. Then grabbed his hand and pulled him to the back passenger door. I flung it opened and jumped in, lay on my back, and pulled my pants to my ankles. Che didn’t miss a beat, he leaned forward (he had his jeans on and his ass was still outside) and pushed my legs up by the backs of my thighs. My feet and pants were touching the ceiling of the new SUV as he ate his cum out of my well-used hole. “fuck, that feels good” I said reaching down to push on the back of his head, trying to force his tongue deeper into me… it worked! I wacked myself off as he ate my hole. We were only a few minutes in when I shouted my warning, “Fuck yes. FUCK! YES! I’m cumming!” Che replaced his tongue with his finger as he tried to massage my prostate. His mouth found my erupting cock just in time to take every drop of my boy juice down his throat. His mouth was hot as his tongue worked my shaft and his throat gulp down my jizz. He gave my cock a few final squeezes to make sure he milked me properly, then his wide tongue cleaned my cock, balls, and asshole. It all felt so good. Che moved his entire body into the backseat, shut the door, and lay on top of me while we warmed up in the afterglow. We ended our session with a cum tasting kiss before pulling ourselves together.
We finished packing up, then drove down the long, dirt drive in darkness leaving our dream home in the rearview mirror for the day. On the way back to Harrington House, we picked up some food, then just chilled at home for the rest of the night. We talked a lot about what Zach had said. We had something worth protecting now (well other than each other).
Sunday, we went back out to our property to watch the guys finish up clearing everything. On Monday we called Zach and set an appointment to write our wills for later in the week, then went out to the lot to watch them spread the gravel. Our little village was starting to come together. Thursday, we met with Zach to pull our wills together. Damn, he really made us think about everything, we made a lot of decisions that day. We decided to leave everything to Chaske (my brother), and Aponi (my sister) if something happened to us, we also set up a trust for my niece… it was Che’s idea, and left our new property (home) to The Village to use to help more kids. After our meeting we drove out to the lot. We took separate vehicles so Che could leave from the property and go to work for the late shift.
When we got to the lot, we both parked in front of where our cabin was gonna be. The workers and all the equipment were gone, and the slabs for all three houses had been poured. We were almost at the finish line! We only had to wait another 48 hours for it to cure, our first prefab… the cabin, Our cabin, was being delivered on Monday. The final inspection was scheduled for Tuesday, after we passed that, we could start moving in, Oh my god, in less than a week we could start moving into our home. Our home! We were both so excited.
“Shit, I gotta get to work, babe” Che said looking at his Apple Watch. Then he kissed me.
“You got your uniform?”
“Yeah, I got my bag in the Bronco. I’ll be home in the morning” He said as he got into his car and took off down the (now) gravel driveway. I got in my little Maverick a few minutes later and headed home to Harrington House. I loved my new truck… oh hell, I loved everything about my life, especially Che. After all the shit we’d been through, we were finally building a dream life… together. I have to say… I was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life.
When I got back to Harrington House, the hallways were loud! All the guys were making their way through the hallways up to the roof.
“Hey, come on up, we’re cooking out on the Roof” Mason said as he walked by me carrying a bunch of hotdog and hamburger buns.
I was excited, I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do for dinner,sometimes when Che was working, I just skipped it altogether. Now I had a plan, “Cool, you need be to bring anything?”
“Ricky bought hotdogs and hamburgers, I got buns, everone else is just bringing what they got. If you got something, bring it, otherwise we got enough” Mason yelled as he made his way to the top of the steps and out to the roof.
I went into our apartment, dropped off my packet of paperwork from Zach, grabbed a couple bags of chips out of the cupboard, then headed up to the roof to join the others. Everyone who lived in the building was there. Ricky was at the grill, Timmy was there with his (current) girlfriend, there were a few new Villagers, including Hugo, etc. The only ones missing were Che and Raj who were both working the night shift.
It was a little cold up there, but the music was blasting, and we all just hung out talking and filling our faces with burgers and hotdogs. I told the guys all about what we were doing on the property and showed them pictures of everything, including the one of Ali covered in mud. They all laughed. We were having a lot of fun, then my phone rang, it was Che.
I answered, “Hey, babe. How’s work going?”
“Hi. River? This is officer Andy” His mentors voice said.
I was totally caught off guard, “Um, hi, Andy.”
Andy pause, took a deep breath and said, “Che’s in the hospital, he’s was hurt in the line of duty.”
My blood ran cold.
To be continued…
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