Brian fell in love with the house from the moment he walked inside.
"Eddie my man, you've done quite well for yourself," he blurted out as we toured through the kitchen. "The high ceilings, the sunlight placement, even the color scheme of the marble in some of the floors is quite original and I dare say, downright attractive. I just have one question:
Why was buddy across the street eyeing us like that?"
We were about to walk up the stairs when he asked that question, making me burst into laughter as he noticed Davey staring at us. I steered the conversation back to the house as I spoke of things that made the price it was, speaking of yard space, the prolific school zone, and the underrated privacy of the community. I rambled on about how there were fishing holes left and right within five miles of the place, and how the city had created a buffer from other neighborhood tracts by purchasing the neighboring free land and keeping it bare from development.
"So we're gonna ignore my question," Brian asked.
"That's Davey. He's a good friend, a good neighbor," I told Brian as I slid into another subject.
"I'll be doing a garden next year. I want to resod the yard, do some things with the soil before planting anything special."
I avoided speaking on Davey despite Brian's curiosity. I wasn't in the mood to discuss what Davey did for me, or how he was originally the guy I thought would do me like Brian did.
"You ever play with him," Brian asked he metered my promiscuity.
"I did. I jerked him off a couple times," I said, lying immensely.
Brian was intrigued as all he wanted to know at this point was about playing with a black man.
"Does he have a big cock? Is he a big cummer? Why didn't you let him fuck you," he asked.
"He does, he is, and I wasn't ready," I told Brian as I was becoming irritated.
We made it upstairs via the elevator, another feature within the home and I had us stroll through the hallway to check the bedrooms, bathrooms and laundry room. Brian praised my choice of home again, as he, too loved Chesapeake, and it's proximity to the ocean. We'd make it downstairs when we were trying to figure if we were heading back south, or if we'd remain at my place for a bit. We couldn't make up our minds, so I broke out some bourbon, and we ended up sitting in the garage with the door open, sipping and eyeing the neighborhood. Davey would come pass in his golf cart waving, then made a u-turn towards the driveway, stopping to chat.
"Gorgeous day for a little relaxation," he said as he parked in front of us.
He climbed out of the cart to shake Brian's hand, and I'd see the biggest smile on Brian's face as they introduced themselves.
"Davey."
"Brian, and a pleasure to meet you," Brian stated. "You Navy?"
"I am. 21 years in, an engineering officer. Were you prior service," Davey asked Brian as their hands never parted.
"No, I was civil service. Worked in the IRS alongside our good friend Eddie here," Brian said as he placed his left hand on my right shoulder. "You two got me wanting to buy one of these plots out here, too."
"Hey man, you should. Not a lot goes on out here, but it's still a fun setting, still lots of privacy. Hell, you could run around the house butt naked with the blinds open and no one would mind. Everyone's pretty private," Davey assumed.
The two of them cut the shake but not the conversation as Davey would pull up a folding chair from within the garage after I got a glimpse of that bulge in his pants. I managed to catch a gander at Brian's as it was hard, and my temperature rose as the two of them caught fire the way they did. Davey knew what he was doing by that analogy, and Brian wasn't too short of whimsical in his approach as these two basically "locked horns."
"Eddie however has the best house in the neighborhood so far," Davey said.
That was translation of good head in my opinion, with me thinking I was the common denomination between the two, for one was the first cock I sucked while the other was the first one that fucked.
"Brian, I'm telling you this place is a gold mine," Davey added.
We'd end up pouring before the clouds changed in the sky, and we'd hear thunder in the background as the winds started to pickup.
"Big storm must be coming," Davey said. "I might have to head across the street."
"You gotta rush off," Brian asked. "We can just take this party inside."
