Seth’s Perspective
It was Saturday and we were in the middle of an unexpectedly action-packed weekend. Frankie and the guys from Harrington House had slept over at our place Friday night because media from all over the state were hovering around Harrington House doing their best to talk to anyone willing. BA and Rodney had kept them busy while the boys were safe out in the country. The reports I had gotten from the scene were that the “no comments” were flying around, and BA politely warned a reporter that if their microphone came near her ‘gotdamned old, wrinkled face again’ they’d be walkin’ uncomfortably for the next coupla’ months. Rodney and Victor slept in the empty apartment on the second floor to keep watch. Rodney sent a text first thing in the morning to say that there were a couple of vehicles waiting in the alley, but no one had bothered them since late last night.
Word had gotten out about the case being reopened, and a warrant had been issued, but still no sign of Marnie Morris a.k.a. April Willis… but everyone wanted to talk to the found boy, “Samuel Willis.” Zach was in touch with the police department, they found Gary Morris and brought him in for questioning. He claimed he wasn’t involved in any of it, that it was all her (he sold her out and sold her out fast), and he claimed to have no clue where she was. He tried to deny any knowledge of the abduction of his “beloved stepson” and feigned shock and surprise over the news that his wife may have taken him illegally, he apparently put on a great show playing the victim. The one useful piece of information he provided was that she was driving an old, gold Mercury Marquis, they had a plate number on the vehicle and ended up finding it abandoned in a Walmart parking lot in Pensacola, Florida and suspected she was making a run for Mexico. Gary was released, but based on what he told the police, the DA was trying to build a case against him too… but for the time being, it was Marnie Morris they were after.
Meanwhile, our kids had three new playmates and were freaking loving it. Izzy woke Frankie up and forced him to carry her doll down to breakfast and feed her. Ali sat on Che’s lap while he ate, and Freddy talked River’s ear off about soccer all through breakfast. As I looked around the kitchen Island as everyone was eating, I realized that our kids weren’t the only ones loving their new playmates. All three guys had smiles on their faces and were laughing as they joked and played with the kids. This was probably the closest to family time any of them had ever experienced. After breakfast, everyone got dressed and Zach took the gang outside to play soccer in the yard. Izzy, Ali, and Petunia were right I the middle of the action. The only ones who weren’t in the game were me and Frankie.
Frankie came out to the garden with me and talked while I weeded and watered. He told me about his meeting with his father the day before; the incredible wave of emotions when he saw him again, hearing about his new family, and then getting an invite to go home with him. “That’s a lot to get hit with all it once, how are you feeling about it all?”
“I’m feeling like I got my dad back and I just want to go home with him… even if it’s not my real home.”
“Home is where the heart” I said realizing it was corny as hell but appropriate.
“Really?” Frankie scoffed. “Don’t you have like a master’s degree or something… and that’s what you came up with?!” Frankie said with a sarcastic laughed.
I laughed with him, “It’s corny but true, is that where your heart is? With your dad and his new family?”
“I think. But what if his wife and kids hate me? Besides, I don’t know him anymore… I mean I was only four.” Then he paused, looked me in the eye and said, “I didn’t tell him I was gay… what if he freaks out on me?”
I thought to myself… ‘damn that sucks. This guy found his father after thirteen years and now he’s afraid he’ll be rejected because he’s gay. What the fuck? Why is this even an issue anymore?’ “Well, you’ve got his number. Why don’t you call him and invite him out here for dinner. You can hang out and get to know him, and if you’re comfortable, then come out” I suggested. Okay, full disclosure: I was curious as fuck to meet this guy, and hell YES this was going to make a great chapter in my book, or maybe even a whole second book… I was morbidly fascinated with the entire situation. “If it all goes to hell, at least you’re in a safe space and got us to lean on.” I said.
“Really? Yeah. I’d like that if you’re sure it’s okay” He called his dad while I went out front to find Zach and loop him in. Frankie came out to tell us that his dad accepted his invitation and was coming to the house in the afternoon. Frankie joined the soccer game while I started to plan dinner in my head.
I let Zach know I had to make a grocery run and invited the kids to come with, Ali was the only one who accepted, the other two were having too much fun with their new friends. So, me and Ali went off to figure out how to feed nine people. Ali was a freaking joy to shop with! Shopping with Izzy and Freddy was a nightmare! Freddy would grab anything with sugar and dump it in the cart when I wasn’t looking, and Izzy asked, “We get dat?” about every item on the shelves. Ali, on the other hand rode in the racecar-shaped grocery cart with a smile on his face as he watched me shop. Every now and then we’d find a sample, Ali would take it from the person in the apron and pay for it with a sweet smile and “thank you.” The sample people were all offering him seconds and thirds… that boy melted hearts everywhere he went. It was Spring in North Carolina which meant cold days and warm days, that day was a warm one so I decided to go with a cookout, and homemade chili to top it off. Once I made up my mind, it was a quick trip through the store with Ali smiling, waving, and greeting everyone we past with a “hello.”
When we got back home the soccer game was still going and had grown even bigger. All they guys who had stayed over at BroMax farm, along with Brody, Max, and their brood were all there. Brody and Max each had a baby strapped to their front as they stood and watched the others kick the ball around. I parked the car and unstrapped Ali from his seat, I was a little sad that our alone time was over… my one-on-one time with Ali was scarce and prized. As I was unstrapping the little guy our SUV was surrounded by help. Zach called a timeout and all the villagers came to unload groceries, I carried Ali and followed the gang at a distance with Max and Brody. Apparently, Frankie had invited them to stay for dinner too (good things I always cooked for an army), I think he was afraid and sought strength in numbers. If that’s what he needed, we’d be there for him.
I had planned on spending the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen, but Colton was there and he and Craig relieved me of my kitchen duty, so, I got to play in the yard with the others. We pulled out the croquet set, and the bocce balls, and eventually put up the volleyball net. It was like a freaking frat party out there. Izzy and Ali bitched and moaned when I forced them down for their naps, they were having too much fun. But… when they woke up, the party continued and our guest of honor, Samuel Willis Sr. had arrived.
River’s Perspective
We spent Friday night at Seth’s and Zach’s place out in the country. It turned out that Frankie, the homeless guy Che met on his police ride was in Wilmington trying to find his biological father. He discovered that he was abducted by his mother as a kid… thirteen years ago! The police got involved, were able to find his father, and reunited the two. Well, apparently the case was a big deal when it happened thirteen years before, and word got out about the father son reunion… next thing you know our apartment building was a freaking media circus. No one could get in or out without being attacked by reporters with a million questions, or getting a microphone or camera shoved in their face. So, The Village board and executives decided we’d all be safer somewhere else until things blew over.
At first, I was pissed that we had to leave our apartment (It was becoming our home and we just started to feel safe and free there), but, I admit, it was a lot of fun bunking at Seth and Zach’s. Their kids swarmed around us wanting our constant attention, and made me feel like a big brother, and the closest thing to a loving family I’d ever experienced. But the best part was watching Che with the kids, I loved that side of him… he never let anyone see it but me until we left home.
Anyway, Seth and Zach’s place was loud with people socializing and eating pizza, then boom. Just like that, it was dead quiet. Everyone left, and those who were staying settled down for the night. The three of us put Seth and Zach’s kids to bed and read them stories, then we hung out in the living room watching Netflix and talking. Frankie was an okay guy, honestly, Che took such an interest in him that I got jealous at first, but I knew Che’s intentions were good. He had a good heart and when he saw someone else worse off than him he wanted to help… of course, back home, there really wasn’t anyone worse off than him, so this was all new to him… to us, and I guess I just needed to grow the hell up.
Frankie went up to sleep in the empty bunk in Izzy’s room, and Seth and Zach just kind of disappeared, I assumed they went up to bed. That left me and Che alone in the dark... and that almost always led to one thing. We had the couches made up as our beds, but we ended up on the floor of the living room together. We were under the blankets spooning, and it only took Che like two seconds to get hard and push his humongous, uncut meat slab against my ass crack. Without asking, he put his hand in the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down to expose my ass. “Che, there’s a bunch of people upstairs, including a bunch of kids, they could walk in on us.”
“You’ve seen Zach and Seth; you know they fuck like bunnies” Che chuckled in my ear. “I’m sure them kids seen some shit.” I was worried about getting caught, Che was amused by it. His dry finger was working its way into my hole as we spoke. I protested… well a little, I knew it was risky and kinda wrong, but I wanted it too. I pushed back into him, “that’s my baby” Che whispered, “I know you want it too.” He removed his finger, put it in my mouth and made me suck it to get it wet, then went back to work on my tight hole; I could taste myself on him. His finger made it past my sphincter and explored my hole. It hurt a little at first until he started hitting all the right spots, dang it felt good. Che had thick fingers and a love for my asshole… the combination always made ass play so much fun. After a few minutes he whispered, “suck my dick.”
I flipped around then snaked under the blanket and fumbled in the darkness for his big, black, uncut cock. We ended up in a sixty nine with me choking on his big, dark beauty, and him eating my tight, pink hole. The hardest part was not screaming out in pleasure, the slurping and stifled yipes were already more than enough to get us caught. We went at each other for a little bit before Che flipped around again and told me to turn on my side, then he spit in his and lubed up his ebony monster. “Move again” he said, “get on all fours so I can fuck ya’ from behind. I wanna watch my cock go in and outta yer ass.” Che got off on watching the color contrast of his black tool splitting my pale, white ass open. He took video of it a couple of times and showed me… damn it looked huge going in and out of my tiny ass, like it was too big to fit… he was right, it was hot. I threw off the blankets and did as Che asked. I barely got in position before I felt his plum-sized head pushing into me, fuck he was big! It always hurt like hell at first, but he kept pushing his way in, then got into a steady fucking motion and it was euphoria. His big cock filled me completely, I mean completely! I always told him that if he was a centimeter longer or wider, he would rip me in two, but I loved it and he knew it. I loved feeling full of Che. “Damn, you’re so tight” he whispered in my ear as he slowly pushed in and out of me. Che was on my back with his arms wrapped around me, pushing my face into a pillow. That big slab of dark flesh hit every nerve inside of me making my whole body convulse. Che fucked me harder until he tensed up and shot his load into me. I could feel his veiny pole expand and my insides warm up as he did.
He was resting on my arched back when I whispered in a shout, “Get off, I’m gonna shoot.” I didn’t want to shoot all over the floor, we’d never live that down. I barely got onto my back when white ropes of pleasure shot from my red hot cock onto my abs, chest, chin. Che was above me looking down with a satisfied/mischievous grin before he swooped down and licked my body clean. We pulled our underwear and T’s back on.
Frankie came down the steps just minutes after we finished, heck who knows he may have been there longer watching us. “I couldn’t sleep, can I hang out down here with you guys?” Frankie said. The three of us found something on TV and just sat in the dark and watched. I kept waiting for Frankie to talk about what was bugging him, but we just sat there in silence until the front door opened and Seth, Zach, and their dog walked in with a deputy sheriff right behind them. He was patrolling the area and stopped in to check on us, I thought the guys were asleep upstairs but I guess they went out to look for the dog. The deputy talked to Frankie for a quick minute until he was satisfied all was well. Then he called in a quick report and promised to park in the driveway near the road until he got called away. Seth gave him something to drink and thanked him for his help.
When he left, Che shook his head and said, “Damn, another cop helpin’ us. What the fuck?” The cops back home were always harassing Che (thanks to my dad), but since we’d been in Wilmington, they had done nothing but help us. It was so different, and Che had a newfound respect for them. He was even seriously considering becoming a cop.
“You could be that guy” Seth said, grinning at Che. We all laughed and gave him shit about it… the tough thug goes legit and all that crap. Zach locked the doors and set the alarms and he and Seth went up to bed with the dog following behind. Eventually, Frankie got tired and went back upstairs to sleep in the empty bunk in Izzy’s rooms. Che and I moved onto the couches and fell asleep… I felt safe there.
The next morning, we woke up to something strange… kids! Freddy, Seth’s oldest kid was up early and leaning over my face whisper-shouting, “Hey, you awake? Hey!”
“Hey. Yeah, I guess I am” I said as I coughed the sleep away and opened my eyes to see the cute little guy staring at me. I looked over at the other couch to see Ali, Seth’s youngest, sitting on Che’s chest as he lay on his back smiling. Che was loving the hell out of this. Man, he was so different since we left Ohio… in a good way, no… a great way. He used to be on the defensive all the time, angry, thinking everyone was out to get him (and to be fair, thanks to my dad a lot of them were). But here, he was kind, caring, had goals, and was looking forward to the future. His heart showed through all the anger, and he was showing his true self to more people than just me.
The kids dragged us off the couches and into the kitchen where Frankie was already sitting with Izzy (Seth’s daughter) and feeding her doll baby, and Seth and Zach were making breakfast. We all sat down at the big kitchen island and ate together, like a family. Ali sat on Che’s lap the whole time, and Freddy told me everything he knew about soccer… he was such a cute, animated little guy and the fact that he was giving me all his attention made me feel special. After breakfast, Seth and Frankie went out to work in the garden (and I assume talk… Frankie was going through a lot of shit), and the rest of us went outside to kick the soccer ball around the front yard. The two littlest ones did their best to keep up with the others occasionally getting lifted and carried by one of us. They were giggling and laughing, having a great time. But I gotta admit, Freddy was a decent soccer player for a six year old and kept up with the grownups, it was clear someone was working with him.
When Seth and Frankie finally joined us, they announced that Frankie’s long lost dad was going to come for dinner, Frankie asked us to stay, I guess he wanted our support (I might add that he didn’t really have a choice but to invite us since there was no way Seth was letting us go back to Harrington House yet). Seth took Ali and went grocery shopping while the rest of us stayed out and played. There were some other guys who lived in Harrington House that were staying at another house across the street, they all came over and we got a volleyball game going. I had seen shit like this on TV, but had never experienced it… a day of just hanging out with friends and genuinely have a great time. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was part of something… a family.
Later that afternoon Frankie’s dad came and joined us. He was a nice guy (kinda hot for an older dude too… he was at least 35 and a total DILF). Honestly, I was jealous. I never had a dad who loved me, he just wanted to possess me, but Frankie’s Dad had this look in his eye like he not only loved his kid, but cherished him. Zach put some hotdogs and burgers on the grill, and Seth made chili, the house smelled amazing. One of the other guys who lived in our building was making all kinds of side dishes, he was an incredible cook. We all filled our plates and found places to sit and talk. I sat with Che and some of the other guys, Frankie sat with his Dad, Seth, Max, Zach, and Brody, they seemed to be in some deep, intense conversation.
After dinner, Zach and Brody made a bonfire out back. It was a dark, chilly spring night and there were like a gazillion stars in the sky. We were all sitting around the bonfire laughing, talking, making s’mores, and just havin’ fun. The kids hung out for a while, Seth’s two little ones fell asleep… Izzy in Caleb’s arms and Ali in Che’s (yeah, I snapped a pic… I loved seeing him that way), and the guys took them up to bed. Max and Brody had put their twins to sleep on the bed in the master bedroom, and their other kids Teddy, and Seth’s oldest Freddy hung out by the bonfire with the big boys. I noticed that Frankie and his dad had snuck off to talk privately on the patio.
Seth and Zach talked us all into staying out there one more night to be safe. Like I told you before, I was pissed that I had to leave my apartment, but I loved that we were staying another night. I felt… well… like I was home with my loving family. For the first time in my life.
To be continued…
Author's Note: My apologies for the late posting, we had a surprise visit from family and I didn't have a chance to post.
