Che’s Story
“C’mon Mac. Keep up, buddy” I yelled to my trainin’ buddy who’s leash I was basically draggin’ down the road. I was healin’ well n’ takin’ short runs, well, really walk/runs’ down the quiet country roads… run a little, walk a little. My ribs were healin’ but still tender, my head injury didn’t really even bother me no more, (I was even growin’ my hair back to cover the scar), I was doin’ way better. But Riv, my Physical Therapist, my Doctor, my sergeant, Seth, pretty much ever’body was tellin’ me not to push it too hard. But I was pushin’ it, I wanted to get over this, n’ get back to work, I fuckin’ hated bein’ down, so I was workin’ out as much as I could... I was gonna get back at it as soon as possible.
I was usin’ my down time to train Mac too. Zach had me start trainin’ him with a leash, then a lighter rope, and then a string so he felt like he was off leash, but I could still stop him with my foot if he took off. Mac was smart as fuck and took to it right away. I let him off leash most of the time, but when we was runnin’ on the roads t’gether, I kep’ him on leash so he didn’t take off n’ get lost or hit by a car (that would fuckin’ kill me. I loved dat dog). I gotta admit that I woulda’ gone fuckin’ crazy during my recovery without Mac around.
Well, we’d been run/walkin’ for a couple of hours, n’ I’d been runnin’ for like a mile solid (that was my goal). I was just slowin’ down to a walk when I heard a car horn. It was a friendly horn, like a coupla’ quick toots. I came to a stop, bent over, n’ put my hands on my knees to catch my breath as I looked up at the grey Atlas that just pulled up next to me.
The back window rolled down n’ a little voice yelled, “Cheese, why you wunning in da’ wode wif Mac?!” Seth n’ his crew were on their way home from school n’ saw us runnin’ down the road, I walked over to the open front passenger window and leaned in to say hi to everyone. Izzy was talking to Mac through the open back window, but Mac was perfect, he walked to the car n’ sat by my side at my command, but I could tell he wanted to jump up n’ see the kids so bad.
“You look wiped” Seth said, “Get in we’ll take you home.”
I had hit my goal for the day… run 1 mile… so why not? “Yeah man, that’d be cool.”
“Open the back door for Mac” Seth said. I did, after he jumped in the back, I jumped in the front seat. Mac crawled his way over the kids, n’ into the third row between Teddy n’ Freddy, man them kids were gigglin’ like crazy. “Hey, why don’t you come over to our place and hang out, Petunia and the kids can tire Mac out, we can talk, the kids would love it. River can pick you up after work… we’ll feed you too.”
Izzy overheard the conversation and started pleadin’ with me, the others joined in, all these kids beggin’ me to come over and eat. “What ya’ havin’ for dinner”
“WEENIE MAC!” Freddy yelled from way in the back like it was the most awesome announcement of his lifetime.
Seth laughed, “Just macaroni and hotdogs, nothing fancy.”
Man, I don’t wanna sound sappy or stupid or nothin’ like dat, but bein’ invited for dinner like dat, in da middle of da week, just to eat macaroni n’ hotdogs meant somethin’. It wasn’t a party; they weren’t tryin’ to impress us or nothin’… they saw us as family. When I first got to North Carolina, I didn’t have nobody but Riv. but now I had my police brothers, my Village family, n’ since we moved out to the country, my neighborhood community. I never fuckin’ belonged anywhere, but now, here, in dis place, I belonged… and so did Riv. This was home for us. “I’ll text Riv.” He responded instantly that he’d be there after work. “We’re in” I announced n’ the kids cheered… for fuckin’ me… just because I was gonna eat mac n’ cheese n’ hot dogs with ‘em! Damn it felt good to feel like part of a family. I never really had dat growin’ up.
When we got to Seth n’ Zach’s, we unloaded the kids out of the car. Man, I was sweaty from runnin’ n’ when I leaned inside t’ unbuckle Izzy, that little… (I aint gonna say the b-word, cuz’ she’s just a kid) … yelled “You stink!” She wasn’t wrong, but did she really need to announce it? “Stinky cheese” Izzy said under her breath, then repeated it over n’ over, almost turnin’ it into a song like little kids do sometimes.
Then Ali got in on it, “You tink” he giggled. Then Freddy n’ Teddy were tauntin’ me too. All the kids thought it was hilarious that Izzy said I stunk. I just laughed n’ played along. Mac jumped outta the car, n’ Petunia came outta nowhere; the two of them took off to play. Once we were in the house, the kids were all showin’ me their toys, n’ hangin’ with me, then me n’ Seth got some one-on-one time when the kids were settled in playin’.
“You seem to be doing well” Seth said in his probing, phycologist tone. I had been seein’ the PD’s therapist a couple days a week, so me n’ Seth didn’t do formal sessions as much as we used ta’. I told him how I felt I was healin’ good and how I was goin’ crazy at home and just wanted to be back at work.
“Don’t push it, Che. I know you think you’re fine, but you need to heal physically, and mentally.”
I kinda jumped at him, “I aint got no mental healin’ ta’ do. I just want my body back so I can gpo back t’ work.” Seth stared at me, that fucker knew me better n’ I knew myself. Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ shot. Yeah, I wanted to go back to work, but if I was bein’ honest, I was afraid that I might freak out if I got in a tense situation again. Yeah, I was bitchin’ about maybe doin’ desk duty for a coupla’ months but the idea secretely gave me some relief. I didn’t tell none a’ dat to the PD therapist… I was just tryina’ get through my department ordered therapy n’ say the right shit so he’d sign off on me goin’ back t’ work. Well, fuckin’ Seth kept starin me down ‘til I told him the truth. It felt good to just tell somebody how I felt. I mean, I couldn’t tell Riv ever’thin’ cuz he’d just worry ‘bout nothin’, but Seth was a safe space for me… so I fuckin’ let it rip. I told him about wakin’ up in the middle of the night, what I was afraid of, n’ how my biggest fear is dat I wouldn’t be a good cop no more. Seth helped me convince myself not to be scared of myself. He knew how to bring me back, it felt good to let it out n’ talk it out. We talked right up until Zach and River walked in the door together.
“Hey, baby” Riv said as he came up behind my stool n’ wrapped his arms around me. “Did you and Mac get a good run in?”
“Yeah, I ran a solid mile right before Seth picked me up” I answered before Mac came runnin’ into the house with Petunia. “Hey, buddy” Riv said to our baby crouchin’ down n’ getting’ his face covered with kisses. Then he stood back up and greeted Seth. Within second the two littlest kids came runnin’ in yellin’ his name and fightin’ for his attention. Riv lifted Izzy up n’ she gave him a hug.
Ali crawled up on my lap, took a whiff and said, “you tink.” I was ripe as fuck from my run n’ they weren’t gonna let me forget it.
“Stinky Cheese” Izzy said from Rivers arms a few feet away. “Stinky Cheese, Stinky Cheese….” She started singin’ again mindlessly over and over, Ali joined her. They weren’t mockin’ me or nothin’ they were just bein’ little kids. They were fuckin’ hilarious.
Zach ran upstairs to change, then came down into the kitchen. Seth called the boys in for dinner, Zach helped him dish out the Mac N’ cheese with cut up hot dogs, opened a can of dog food and fed the dogs. I just sat on my gay, black ass n’ watched it all. I kinda got used to people waitin’ on me since the accident, I’d have to start doin’ shit for myself again soon, but for now, I was likin’ it.
Dinner was fun, the kids were all talkin’ about their day, n’ tryin’ to get our attention. Seth was asking Riv about work, then we talked about how our “compound” (as The Village was now callin’ our place) was coming along, then Zach asked me how trainin’ with Mac was goin’, he’d been helpin’ me with it. “He’s doin’ good, I keep him on a leash while we’re runnin’ on the road, but otherwise he’s pretty much off leash… and he listens too.” I wanted to show off, so I commanded “Mac, come” and he left his dinner to dutifully come to my chair, “sit” n’ he sat.
“Good boy,” Zach yelled proudly… he was almost as invested in Mac’s trainin’ as I was. Ok, dis is gonna sound stupid, but like Zoey still snuck away from BroMax to visit us, n’ Petunia loved playin’ with Mac, it’s like the dogs had their own village too. I released Mac from the command, n’ let him run back to his dinner…. Such a good boy, I loved that dog.
We stayed like an hour after dinner, then headed home with a Tupperware container fulla’ mac n’ cheese n’ hot dogs, we were also carryin’ crayon pictures from Izzy n’ Ali for our refrigerator. When we got in the Maverick, Mac jumped inta’ the back, n’ Riv gave me a big kiss on da’ lips. “Looks like ya’ had a good day.”
“Yeah, I hit my goal of runnin’ a full mile, I’m gonna work my way up t’ two before the end of the week.”
“How are your ribs feelin’?”
“Day okay, a little sore I guess” I said, it was mostly true. Yeah, day hurt a little, but the doc said I was young, in good health n’ good shape, so they should heal fast. It only happened like less than six weeks ago, n’ normal recovery time was like six to twelve weeks, so I figured I was doin’ damn good.
When we pulled up in our driveway, Riv, parked the Maverick next to my Bronco… oh dat’s another thing. I was off all the painkillers n’ shit, so I could drive again. Dat was a big deal, I loved our new place, but I felt trapped there for the first couple of weeks with no car.
“Why don’t you soak in the tub, for a while and relax?” Riv suggested when we got home. I gotta admit, it sounded like a good idea.
“Dat’s a good plan” I said. Riv drew me a bath (dat made me chuckle, we were getting all fancy n’ shit… he was drawin’ me a bath). Riv lit a couple of candles for me, I put on some music, shut the door n’ got in the tub. I stayed there until the water started gettin’ cold, poor Mac was not happy about bein’ left on the other side of the door… he whimpered the whole time I was in there (not exactly relaxin’). When I got outta the tub, I dried off, wrapped myself in a towel and walked into the bedroom… holy fuck! Riv had lit a buncha’ candles, had some sensual music playin’, n’ laid a towel on our bed. “What’s dis?”
“I thought you could use a massage.”
“What? You called Taylor?” I asked smirkin’ n’ raisin’ my eyebrows.
Riv, laughed at that n’ pulled the towel off m, “I was thinkin’ more like a do you myself project.” I was standin’ naked in front of him gettin’ a chub already, it sounded so fuckin’ hot, but I was still protective of my ribs, n’ afraid it would hurt. Riv read my mind, “I’ll be gentle, I promise if it hurts, I’ll stop. I bought some eucalyptus massage oil, that should help sooth your muscles. Plus, we were pouring Eucalyptus candles today; so, I grabbed a couple.”
I smiled, how the fuck was I gonna turn dat down? I looked over at him with a smirk, “it smells like a fuckin’ spa in here.” Then I thought, “Oh shit, Mac’s gonna go nuts with us in here.”
“He’s asleep in his crate already. Petunia and the kids wore him out” Riv said as he stripped down to his briefs, gotdammit he was hot as hell. His reddish skin was like glistenin’ in the candlelight, n’ he let his ponytail loose so his straight black hair spilled down past his shoulders. He was wearing a turquoise necklace that his brother had sent him n was looking more like a Native American than ever before… damn, he looked hot. “Get on your stomach” he commanded.
I lay down on the towel, naked. I heard some noise behind me, like sloshin’ n’ rustlin’, River was takin’ forever, so I looked back. There was Riv, completely naked and oilin’ himself up. Before I could say anythin’, he straddled me and sat on my thighs. “Is this okay?” he asked makin’ sure he wasn’t hurtin’ me.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s good.”
Riv squirted oil on my back n’ worked it in. He started at my ass, n’ worked his way up to my shoulders usin’ his whole, oiled-up body. He leaned over to massage my shoulders and rubbed his oily front against my oily back. Damn, it felt so good, he was bein’ so careful not to crush my ribs… fuck my ribs. I could feel his long, slender, uncut cock movin’ up n’ down my deep, black, ass crack, My dick was gettin’ big, n’ diggin’ inta’ the mattress. It was so hard that it hurt. I mean seriously, man, my hardon was painful as shit! After a while, Riv slid down my legs and was sittin’ on my ankles, he kep’ askin’ if I was okay… I was more den damn okay! He worked my upper legs, n’ ran his fingertips up n’ down my crack, then moved them down n’ barely touched my balls just to get me goin’. It worked! I wriggled my ass n’ pushed up hopin’ he’d get the hint n’ play with it some more… he did. After a little bit, his “massage” turned to full on ass n’ ball play.
He lifted me by the hips so that I was on my knees with my ass in the air n’ my face in the pillow. “Is this okay? Does it hurt?”
“Naw” I said as I exhaled, “It feels fuckin’ great.” Honestly, it felt so much better without my cock diggin’ inta’ the mattress no more. Riv kep’ goin’ n’ focused on my hole, he moved his fingers around my entrance makin’ me moan n’ want more… so much more. While one hand teased my hole, the other reached below n’ stroked my massive meat. I was purrin’ like a fuckin’ kitty cat when Riv changed the game. He leaned in and licked my hole.
“fuuuuuccccckkk” I growled like a gotdamn mountain lion. He kep’ lickin’ n’ strokin’ getting’ me right to the edge.
“How are your ribs?” He whispered soundin’ concerned.
“What are fuckin’ ribs?” I purred back. Shit, if they hurt, the pleasure comin’ from my ass was way overridin’ the pain. All I knew was dat I wanted more. “Keep goin’, Riv. Please” I whimpered, beggin’ him for more.
I could hear his smile, it was loud, he knew he had me. He let go a’ my cock n’ used his soft, oily hands to part my cheeks n’ dove in. I mean he was out n’ out, full on eatin’ my black hole; I was a whimperin’ mess! “fuck yeah’, eat dat hole, Riv. Fuck yeah’.” He buried his sweet, reddish-brown face in my oily as crack n’ went to work, I never wanted it to fuckin’ end… but it did.
“Roll over” Riv whispered. I got onto my back; my big, black cock was hard n’ tight against my abs. He got on the bed and sat on my face, smotherin’ me. I parted his cheeks, n’ my tongue instinctively went up his little pucker, n’ I ate him like my last meal. Damn, his hole was so sweet, n’ tight. While I was eatin’ at the River Ass Buffet, He was oiling up my body with his hand, n’ swallowin’ my snake with his sweet, talented throat.
Suddenly, he lifted his ass off my face, flipped around and plopped down on my cock. He fuckin’ impaled himself on my bog, thick, member. Yeah, Riv had learned how to take my big piece, but never like this; his hole just swallowed my hard girth. His little ass was sittin’ on my pelvic bone within seconds. Here’s the thing, he never gave up the whole “massage” thing n’ was massaging my chest while he rode me wild n’ hard. All the time he rode me he kep’ askin’ bout my ribs. “Fuck my ribs, Riv. I’m fucking fine. ride that cock!”
Riv grinned down at me, “You sure, baby?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m sure.”
Riv started bouncin’ up n’ down on my cock like his life depended on it. His oily hands tried to grip my shoulders for support. He leaned in n’ kissed me, his lips slick from my oily ass. “Fuck” he moaned into my mouth as he shot his load in between us hands free. He kep’ bouncing on me until my cock finally shot it’s heavy load up his sweet, tight, reddish-brown ass. I yelled in pleasure.
Riv’s eyes shot open n’ he jumped off me. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he said over n’ over. “Did I hurt you?!”
“Aw HAIL NO!” I yelled. “That was fuckin’ awesome. It was da’ best damn sex we had since before I got hurt.” I must’ve woke Mac up with my yellin’ because he was barkin’ from his crate in the kitchen. I kissed Riv n’ thanked him, our bodies were a mess of oil and cum so we took a nice, relaxing shower together.
After our shower, Riv let Mac outta his crate n’ outside to go one last time, then three of us got into the bed; Me spoonin’ Riv with Mac wedged between us. We fell asleep cuddlin’, our little house was so quiet, n’ nice, n’ comfortable… it was home.
I forgot to set the alarm on my phone n’ woke up at like nine o’clock spoonin’ Mac, Riv was already gone. Shit, I never slept past six o’clock, I thought to myself. I was wiped out from my run yesterday n’ the workout River gave me when we got home. I got up, pulled on my sweat shorts n’ a hoodie, then stumbled into the kitchen to make myself a cuppa’ coffee. Mac followed behind me like he always did. I fed him while the coffee was brewin’, Mac happily ate the food, but he didn’t seem hungry considerin’ it was like two hours past his breakfast time. I went over to the refrigerator to get some cream for my coffee when I saw the note on the fridge door, ‘I fed Mac. See you tonight. Love, Riv.’ I looked over at Mac, he was wolfin’ down his second breakfast with his tale waggin’, prolly pretty damn proud of the fact that he pulled one over on me. That lil’ fucker, I had t’ smile, I loved that dog.
I poured my coffee into a mug, slipped on my sliders, then me n’ Mac went out n’ took a walk around the property. We’d only lived there a little over a month, but I was already tired of seein’ da’ two cement pads across the pond where the first two tiny cottages would go. I wanted da’ cottages, the pier, all da’ shit me n’ Riv dreamed about when we bought the land to be done. Yeah, we had our house, n’ a plan to get the rest done soon, but bein’ out there alone every fuckin’ day made me want it all faster. After we walked around for about an hour, we went into the house, I pulled out my laptop, n’ went through my spreadsheets with our plan for getting the other houses n’ shit. I moved some stuff around tryin’ and crunched the numbers a few times until I had a plan.
I called Riv at work, “Hey,” I said. “I moved some shit around; I think we can order da’ two cottages now. By da’ time day deliver ‘em we’ll have da’ money.”
Riv didn’t hesitate, he trusted me with da’ money shit, “Call and order them.”
The accident didn’t slow me down, things were movin’ forward. Me n’ Riv were building a good life together.
To be continued…
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