Bucking Broncos

by rae121452

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I’d been living with daddy and Uncle Cody for six months.  Daddy had almost completely recovered from his accident and was working full days on the ranch again.  The three of us had settled into a companionable sexual relationship and it was a rare week that went by that I didn’t spend at least one night with both of their big cocks pounding me at each end and squirting a load up my ass and down my throat.  And when I wasn’t servicing their dicks, I still had Steve’s hard cock and Tony’s hot ass hole to appease.  Daddy and Uncle Tony were both still sucking and fucking each other and Cody was also fucking Tony’s ass on a regular basis.  It’s a wonder that any work ever got done at all.

I had gone into town that afternoon to pick up the weekly groceries.  I’d taken over pretty much all of the domestic duties and I didn’t mind at all.  I assigned Steve and Tony weekly chores and they knew better than to not do them.  I got along peaceably enough with the two of them but I still would never trust them.

After I’d done the shopping I was carrying my bags out to the truck when I ran into the infamous Reverend Green.  He was a local character whom everyone in town knew and tried to avoid.  A stick thin figure who looked to be in his eighties, he was always dressed in rusty black with wild white hair and a wilder expression.  He made hell-fire fundamentalists look like Boy Scouts.

He stepped in front of me, raised his bible in his hand and said, “You’re on your way to Hell!”

I don’t know why he had picked me to be the local poster boy of fagdom, but he had.  I hadn’t even been in town two weeks before he started singling me out for hellfire and destruction.  I wasn’t alone, though.  He had had the sheriff called on him for harassing a shy young woman who’d just lost her first pregnancy, calling her a baby killer and abortionist.  The woman who drove the school bus was regularly called a foul daughter of Lesbos, even though she’d been married for the past 30 years to the owner of the service station.  The Reverend had recently been dragged out of the middle of the main street where he’d gotten down on his knees to implore God to rain destruction on the town like he’d done to Sodom.  And, he was starting to get on my nerves.

“Actually, I’m on my way home to fix supper.” I told him.

“You’re an unnatural sodomite, condemned to burn in hell in a lake of molten lava for all eternity.” he shouted.

“Then I hope I remember my asbestos Speedo.” I answered, pushing past him to the truck.  By now, a few people had stopped to watch and laugh at him.  He was oblivious.

“Save your soul, sinner!” he yelled even louder.

“Save your breath, asshole” I replied and started the truck.

It was common talk around town that Reverend Green had been ousted as pastor of the church that he himself had founded.  Even his parishioners had grown to loathe him, which only seemed to make him even more fanatical.

 

He’d worked himself into a foaming rant as I pulled away.  Just another day in the life.

 

I decided to stop by the sheriff’s office on my way home as a reward for not popping the crazy old bastard in the nose.  The sheriff and I had been fuck buddies almost since I’d moved to town.  I regularly spent a night or more a week at his place, sucking and riding his big beautiful cock.

 

When I walked into the office he said, “I was just thinking about you.”

He moved his chair to the side of the desk as that I could see his stiff fat cock snaking down the leg of his uniform pants.

“I thought I’d stop by for lunch.” I said.

He smiled at me and said, “I don’t see a lunch box.”

“The box I intend to have for lunch is already here.” I said.

I locked the office door, turned his sign around that said “Out to Lunch” and lowered the shades.  He’d already unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off and was now pulling down his tight uniform pants, made even more difficult by the long thick piece of meat springing from his crotch.

I walked over and sank to my knees in front of him.  His hard dick was one of the most beautiful I’d ever seen, perfectly proportioned.  It arched up in a thick ivory column, blue veins visible under the smooth skin.  The fat head was pale pink and had a thick flange that I loved to feel rubbing against the roof of my mouth.  His long ball sack held two balls the size of chicken’s eggs and I knew that they were a never ending reservoir of jizz.  You could have probably filled a 55 gallon drum with all of the juice I’d worked out of those beauties in the past months.

I looked up at his muscular chest from between his wide spread legs.  I could smell his intoxicating aroma of cock and balls and my mouth began to water.  I reached up and pinched his pointed little nipples at the same time that I lowered my mouth over his tasty cock.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, “no matter how many times you suck my cock it always feels like the first time.”

“That’s because I’m always as hungry for it as much as I was the first time.” I replied.

I loved the taste of his precum, it was sweet and had a spring like flavor, and I sucked at his piss hole to get the juice in his piss channel.  I knew that my lips sucking on the tip of his cock drove him nuts.  I teased him a bit, tonguing the hot hole and forcing my tongue into it until I had his cock as hard as granite.  Then, I began sucking his cock.

Even though the piece of meat was thick I could easily slide it down my throat.  He laid back and watched me service his steaming cock.  I bobbed my head up and down, swallowing his cock until my nose rested against his pubic hair.  He loved it when I deep throated his cock at the same time as I thrust out my tongue and licked at his balls.  He was squirming in his chair with delight.

I slid my throat up and down over the hard shaft, enjoying the taste of the cock I’d grown to know so well.

 He gripped the arms of the chair, body stiff, and let me feast on him for as long as I wanted.

Even he couldn’t hold out forever against such an expert blowjob, though.  I felt the meaty head swelling in my throat and I knew he was on the verge of cumming.  I backed off until only the head filled my mouth, just as the first spurts of juice erupted from his piss hole.  As the tasty treat filled my mouth, I sucked as hard as I could, forcing the fluid up and out of the tube in his cock.  He’d told me once that it made cumming twice as intense when I did that.

I sucked the meaty organ until I’d drained every drop out of his balls, then I rested it against my cheek and looked up at him.  His head was thrown back, eyes closed and I watched him come down from the high I’d given him.  He finally opened his eyes and looked down at me between his hard thighs, his softening dick caressing my cheek.

“Holy fuck, you make it feel like you’re sucking the marrow right out of my bones.” he said.

“Flattery will get you anywhere.” I replied.  “I wish I could have eaten your ass hole for a while first but I just couldn’t wait.”

“You’re enough to kill an old man.” he said.  “They’re going to find me laying here in my chair with my cock still hard, stone cold dead one of these days.”

“And the whole town will wonder why you died with such a big smile.”

He shrugged back into his shirt and began to pull his pants back up, tucking my play toy out of sight.

“I ought to arrest you for sexual assault.” he said.

“You’ve already had me in custody and used your big night stick on me several times.” I replied.  “Do you think I’d complain?”

He stood up, as did I, and he walked over to raise his window blinds.

“Did you just come in to take advantage of me?” he asked.

“You know I can’t drive by your office without needing some of my favorite cock.” I said.

I walked over to the door and as I was about to exit he said, “Will I see you one night this week?”

“You’re darn tootin.” I said.  “And I’m not going to go so easy on you next time, either.”

I walked out to the truck and climbed in, the sheriff watching me with a faint smile the whole time.

Driving home, I thought about how much my life had improved in recent months.  Then, up ahead, I saw the Reverend walking home along the shoulder of the road.

*          *          *          *          *          *

Later that afternoon, I was out in front washing the truck when the sheriff pulled up.  He got out and stretched and I said, “You’re looking for round two already?”

“No, this time I’m here on business.” he said.  “About your neighbor up the road, the Reverend.”

“Are you finally going to arrest the old bastard and have him committed?” I asked.

“No need, now.” the sheriff said.  “He was walking along the road and it looks like someone came up behind him in their car and bounced his ass into oblivion.  He probably never knew what hit him.  I needed to know if you’ve seen any strange cars ripping and running around here today.”

“I’ve pretty much been in the back since I got home.” I said.  “Didn’t anybody see anything?”

“Nobody.  We’ll probably never know what happened.”

“Well, I haven’t seen any strangers while I’ve been out here.” I said.  “What happens now?”

“I’ve got the name of some relatives of his; they call occasionally to see if he’s still raising hell.  I guess I’ll give them a call and see what they want to do with him.”

“You know you can give me a call if I can help in any way.” I told him.

“I intend to do just that, one night later in the week.  After my balls refill.”

I walked over close to him and cupped his big nuts in my hand.

“I bet I could get a load out of them with no problem, right now.” I told him.

He backed away, grinning, and said, “Time for me to get back to work before I forget why I came out here.”

 

He climbed into his car and I sucked my finger into my mouth as he watched, then backed out and headed down the road with a wave.

That night at dinner I told the others the news.  Nobody seemed to be upset when they heard.

“He used to have a sweet wife but she ran off when she couldn’t handle anymore.” daddy said.  “I doubt anyone will even show up for the funeral.”

“I intend to be there, it’s the least I can do.” I said.

We sat out on the porch for awhile after I’d cleaned up the supper mess and finally all went to bed.  I drifted off almost immediately for a change and didn’t wake until almost dawn.  I could hear the springs bouncing in Uncle Cody’s room, so I knew that Tony was getting another helping of Cody’s huge cock up his ass.  I lay there wondering if Tony knew that daddy’s dick was even bigger and thicker than Cody’s.

After everyone had eaten breakfast and gone out to work I cleaned up and changed my clothes.  The Reverend’s house was only about a mile from us down the road toward town and by cutting through the brushy fields that paralleled the road; I was able to arrive there in less than 20 minutes.

 

As I suspected, the back door was unlocked.  Nobody in that town ever thought to lock their doors, except me.

I let myself in and looked around.  Amazingly, the house was showroom clean, he must have spent hours scrubbing and cleaning.  Even more amazing was the furniture I saw.

When I had been younger I had had a sometime fuck buddy, an older man who dealt in antiques.  He specialized in what was then a fairly new thing termed “Mid-Century Modern”.  The Reverend’s house looked like a showroom for that dealer and everything looked to be in pristine, brand new condition.  I know now that what I was seeing was the cream of the crop, items designed by big name designers like Eames, Wormley and others.  Out in the middle of nowhere was a cache that a New York dealer would murder his mother to get his hands on.

I knew that somewhere in the house, I’d find the Reverend’s secret hiding place.  People like him always have one, it’s where they keep the things that they’d never want anyone to know they have.  I did a quick scan of the rooms, looking for anything unusual that might give his spot away but nothing leapt out at me.

It took a bit of time and searching but I finally found what I was looking for.  I was in the bedroom, walking around the end of the bed when I felt one of the floor boards shift slightly under my foot.  When I pulled back the area rug I could see where three of the boards had been cut and removed and then carefully fitted back in place.  Using a butter knife from the kitchen I was able to pry the first one out and the other two simply lifted up so that I could peer down into the space.  I had found the Reverend’s secret hiding place.

The first object that met my eye was a handgun.  I lifted it out and saw that it was a 9mm Smith and Wesson.  When I checked, I found that it was fully loaded.  Under that was a small stack of porno magazines.  Not just any type…these were particularly nauseating child pornography.  I set them to one side without even opening them.  Beneath them was a brown envelope filled with old Polaroid photos of the Reverend participating in a wide variety of sexual acts with men, women and children.  When he had been younger, he’d been an attractive man with a big thick cock.  I was glad that he was dead.

Best of all, under those things I found a cardboard shoe box and when I opened it, it was stuffed full of money.  I picked up a couple of sheaves of bills and when I fanned through them, they were all $100 denominations.   That would come in even handier than the gun.

Finally, the only thing left was an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels Black.  I decided to keep that, too, in case it should come in handy.

From one of the dresser drawers I removed a pillowcase and stuffed my discoveries inside.  The porno magazines and photos I laid on the bed.

I still hadn’t checked the night stands’ drawers and another surprise awaited.  In one of the drawers were a colossal black dildo and an open jar of Anal-Eze.  The Reverend was definitely a much more interesting person than I’d ever given him credit for.

I laughed to myself as I mussed the bed and then arranged the magazines and photos on top of it.  In the center, I positioned the dildo and lube.  Whoever came to clean up after the Reverend was in for an eye opening tableau.

I left through the back door and walked home through the fields, swinging my bag of goodies.  I really needed to think of some way to get my hands on the Reverend’s furniture.  I was sure that I could sell it to a dealer and add to my financial nest egg.

When I reached home, I stuffed the pillowcase under my bed and locked my bedroom door.  I could wait until later to count the cash, I had lunch to prepare.

 

When the men came in around noon, I had everything ready and I had even made them a pitcher of fresh squeezed lemonade.

“Been sitting on your ass all morning while we’ve been working?” Steve asked.

“I bet even you would be surprised.” I replied.

After they had eaten and gone back out, I decided to start a pot of beef stew in the slow cooker.  I had just finished preparing it when I heard a car outside in the drive.  I went to the door and stepped out onto the porch.

There was an older model SUV parked in the drive and an older lady got out and walked toward me.  I could see another lady sitting on the passenger seat.

“I’m sorry to bother you.” she said.  “Can you direct us to where the Reverend Green lived?”

“You passed it by.” I replied.  “It’s a little ways back down the road toward town.  Are you ladies kin to him?”

“We’re his wife’s cousins.” she said.  “It seems we’re the only family left, though I’d never claim him as such.”

“I can tell you have been on the road for a while.” I said.  “Why don’t the two of you come inside and have some fresh cold lemonade and rest.  I’ll take you down to the house personally after you’re feeling revived.”

I could see a look of relief on her face and she said, “Just one minute while I get my sister.”

The two ladies came inside and I seated them on the sofa.  They were plain country ladies, dressed in clean worn house dresses and comfortable shoes.  I wondered what they’d make of the Reverend’s house.

After I’d gotten them both refreshments, the second lady took a long swallow and said, “It sure is neighborly of you to have us in.  Do you live here all by yourself?”

“No, my daddy and uncle and my two brothers live here, too.  They’re out with the horses.”

“I can smell that you’re cooking supper.” she said.  “That is so nice of you.”

“I’m afraid it’s only beef stew.” I said.  “I’m not even sure how it will turn out.”

The first lady stood up and said, “Lead me to it.  I’m a hand at cooking.”

I led the two of them to the kitchen and after I handed them both spoons they tasted the stew.

“I’d add just a pinch more salt and pepper.” the second lady said.

“And I always add just a tiny bit of basil to freshen it up.” the first lady said.

I allowed them to season the stew to their taste.  I could see they approved.

“If you’re ready, I can drive you down the road in my truck.” I said.  “That way, you can rest a tiny bit more before you get there.”

We all trooped out and I helped them into the truck.  While driving the short distance I said, “I’m really sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t be.” the first women said.  “We barely knew the old coot.  He was married to our cousin and I don’t think we ever saw him since the wedding.  Even that little bit was enough; he was one of those men with roaming hands, if you know what I mean.”

I suppressed a laugh and said, “That must have been before he got religion.”

“Religion, my eye.” the second lady said.  “He was one of Satan’s demons, sure as I sit here.  He drove our cousin to an early grave, same as if he’d killed her.  That religion stuff was all for show so you wouldn’t know what he was really up to.”

We had arrived and I parked the truck out in front and helped the ladies down.  As I had anticipated, the front door was unlocked and I swung it open for them, and then followed them in.

“Lord God,” the first woman said.  “This place looks like the back room of a thrift store.  That old buzzard must not have bought a stick of furniture after they set up housekeeping.  There isn’t even a TV.”

“At least he kept the place clean, I expected a real pig sty.” the second lady said.

The first lady sat on the sofa, a chrome and leather piece I recognized as Eames.

“There’s no even a comfortable seat in here.” she said.  “I like a nice fluffy couch, this thing is like a torture rack.”

“I’ll wait right here by the door while the two of you look around.” I said.  “Just call if you need me for anything.”

The two of them poked around, tutting and shaking their heads to each other.  One sister wandered into the kitchen and the other headed toward the bedroom.

I waited, barely holding in a laugh, until I heard a wail come from the bedroom.  The sister in the kitchen rushed to her sister’s aid and I got slowly up and followed.  When I came down the short hall, the second sister was holding the first one up and leading her away.

“She needs to get some air.” she told me.  “I wouldn’t go in there if I was you.”

“Is there someone here?” I asked.

“Worse.” she said as she led her sister outside.

I waited inside for a minute or two and then I put on my sternest face and went outdoors.

“You ladies just sit here and recover.” I said.  “If I can find some gloves, I put all of that in a trash can and burn it and you two can go on looking things over.”

“I’m not going back in that house.” the first woman said.  “If that’s what he had out in the open, Lord knows what we’ll find he had hidden.”

“The best thing would be to burn the place down.” the second sister said.  “I wouldn’t have anything that belonged to that old pervert.  You saw what was in there.  Anything that came out of that house would probably have demons attached to it.”

“I say we just hire somebody to haul all of that old junk off and clean the place up to sell.” the first sister said.

“You’ve had a shock.” I said.  “Maybe you’d like to go home and rest and come back tomorrow.”

“I’m not driving another 2 hours each way for that old nasty man.” she replied.

 

“Look, I know that you don’t really know me but maybe I can help.  How about if I empty the house out for you and clean it up in exchange for the furniture.  I can have a yard sale with whatever you two don’t want by way of payment.  I’ll put it all in my barn except for things I think you might want to keep and then you won’t have to come by again until it’s all over with.  How does that sound?”

“We don’t want anything that nasty old man has touched.” the second sister said.  “Sell it, drag it off to the dump or burn it all and good riddance to it.”

As luck would have it, the sheriff was driving by and he pulled in when he saw us on the front steps.  He got out of his car and walked over to us.

“I gather you ladies are the ones I spoke to on the phone this morning.” he said.

“We are, indeed.” the younger sister said.

“The ladies have had a shock.” I said.  “They’re resting before going back inside.”

“We’re not going back in there.” the first sister said.  “I’m going to take you up on your offer.  Just get rid of everything and don’t tell us what else you find.”

“Is there something I should know about?” the sheriff asked.

The two ladies looked at me and I asked, “Should I show him?”

They both stared wide eyed until the older sister nodded her head a bit.

I led the sheriff inside to the bedroom so that he could see what they’d seen.  He took in the magazines and photos, picking one of the Polaroids up and glancing at it.

“That old fucker had a nice cock on him, I’ll say that.” he said.

I came up next to him and slid my hand into the tight crease of his ass.

“It looks like he was pretty accomplished with a dildo, too.” I said as I massaged his ass hole.

After stroking his ass for a moment I said, “How about after we get rid of the old ladies you come back and I give you an all afternoon rim job on the Reverend’s bed?”

The sheriff looked at me shocked and then he smiled.

 

“Jesus, someone needs to keep you on a leash.” he said.

“Okay, sounds kinky.” I replied.

He slid past me and headed back outside.  I noticed as he turned to face the ladies that his already bursting pants crotch was a lot fuller.

“You’re not going to tell anyone about what you saw in there, are you?” the first sister asked.

“My lips are sealed.” the sheriff said.  “If, like you said, you want Andy to dispose of everything, I’ll make sure that no one bothers him.  I’m sure it won’t take long.”

“Wear your oldest clothes.” the youngest sister told me.  “You’ll probably need to burn them.”

I felt along the top of the doorjamb and as I expected, there was a door key hidden there.  I went in and locked the back door and then walked out and locked the front door behind me.

“I’ll take care of everything, you ladies just rest easy.” I said as I helped them up and led them to the truck.

The sheriff got into his car and as he started to pull away I said, “And if you want to take me up on that offer for later, just let me know.”

He gave me a tight grin before leaving.

I drove the ladies back to their car and got all of the contact information I needed for them, and then waved them on their way.  It was still only mid-afternoon and I had accomplished even more than I expected.  I would have liked to spend some time with my face buried in the sheriff’s ass, though.

I went in and checked on my stew and then went to my room and pulled out the pillowcase and started counting money.  When I had finished, $35,000 sat in neat stacks on my bed.

 

Then, I fired up the computer I had bought and went online to research mid century modern furniture.  It surprised even me to see some of the prices on the stuff and what I had acquired was in like new condition.  I needed to move it as soon as possible to our barn.

I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about my sudden wind fall and how I could use it.  I hadn’t really come to any decision before it was time to serve supper.

As we all sat around the dinner table I told the others about my day and the bargain I had made.

“I’m going to need your help in a couple of days to empty all of the furniture out.” I told my brothers.

“What makes you think we’re going to help you with anything?” Steve asked, sneering.

“Because I’ll beat you to a bloody pulp if you don’t?” I said.  “No, really, I’ll pay you for your time.  I’ll give you $10 an hour.”

“I want $20.” Steve replied, just to be an asshole.

“I’ve got some money saved, I’ll do it.” I said.  After all, it was found money.

Steve strutted around the rest of the evening like he’d put one over on me.  I supposed it was a good thing to let him feel he’d gotten the upper hand for a change.

Everyone else eventually drifted off to bed and I sat up in daddy’s office, researching the furniture.  I learnt how to guess the age of the piece, what labels to look for, what pieces were the most desirable and average prices.  Then, I began researching dealers who were reasonably close by and who specified that they bought.

I was deep into my research when I heard a door open and close in the hallway, followed by another door opening.  I looked up from the screen and soon Tony appeared standing nude in the doorway.

“Do you know where Uncle Cody is?” he asked.

“Somebody must be craving a big cock.” I said and he smiled.  “Come on over here.”

When he was close enough I pulled him onto my lap where he lifted his legs and snuggled against my chest as I wrapped my arms around him.  Even though he’d been a total asshole all of his life, there was something warm and fuzzy about him.  In his mid-twenties he was still a lot like a little boy.

“Does someone need his tight little hole fucked?” I asked as I toyed with his growing cock.

He turned and wrapped his arms around my neck and buried his face in the side.

 

“Cody is probably in daddy’s bed.” I said.  “He likes playing with a big dick now and then, too, you know.  Did you know daddy’s cock is even bigger than mine and Cody’s?”

His cock had grown totally stiff and filled my stroking hand.

“Cody told me.” Tony said.  “I’ve never seen it, though.”

“Come on.” I said, lifting him to his feet.  “We’ll go play Peeping Tom.”

I grasped his upright cock as a handle and led him down the hall to the door to daddy’s bedroom.  I softly opened the door a crack and peered through.  Daddy and Uncle Cody were both sprawled nude across the bed, sound asleep, and daddy’s big cock hung down between his legs almost out of sight.

I put my finger to my lips to shush Tony and then opened the door so that we could both enter.  I led him over to the bed where he stood beside me, looking at the enormous soft cock between daddy’s legs.

“How big does it get?” he whispered in my ear.

“Watch.” I whispered back.

With the tip of one finger I began to lightly stroke the big dick to wake it up.  It didn’t take much to make it start growing and as I continued to tickle it, it thickened and stretched until it was fully erect and lying against daddy’s flat belly, the huge head past his belly button.  I placed a finger and thumb on each side of the wide shaft and lightly stroked it some more until it was so hard that it arched up and stood hovering over daddy’s abdomen.

“Somebody seems to be playing with my dick.” daddy suddenly said.  He opened his eyes and saw me and Tony standing by the bed.

“Well, I don’t think it’s me, this time.” Uncle Cody said, waking up.

“You’re right.” daddy said.  “It’s a couple of midnight rapers.”

I said, “Tony has heard stories but I thought he should see for himself.”  I wrapped my hand around the stiff prong and lifted it so that it stood upright.

“And does he like what he sees?” Uncle Cody asked.

Tony was wide eyed, chewing at his lips and I used my other hand to slide between his buttocks and finger his hot little hole.

“Can I touch it?” Tony asked.

“Sure, it likes being touched.” daddy said.

I grabbed Tony’s hand and guided it to daddy’s monster dick and watched as his hand closed around it.

“I’ve got work to do.” I said.  “You and Uncle Cody keep Tony busy so he doesn’t wander around all night.”

 

I went over to the door and as I closed it I looked back to see Tony climbing onto the bed between his father and uncle.

 

Back at the computer I reviewed more websites about furniture, taking notes of anything I thought might be useful.  About an hour before dawn I finally faced the inevitable and went in to bed.  From daddy’s room I could hear rhythmic bouncing on the bed and I wondered how many times Tony’s hole had already been fucked tonight.  

Sleeping over a pile of money was somehow consoling and I fell asleep before too long.

At breakfast the next morning, Daddy, Cody and Tony all showed up at the same time.  Tony took a seat between the two of them rather than across the table next to Steve and the three of them giggled like school girls.

When Steve came in, he took note of the new seating arrangement and he looked a bit perturbed.  He didn’t say anything until everyone had finished and then looking at Tony he said, “We’ve got a lot of work to do today.  Time to get started.”

Tony looked back at him contemptuously and said, “You don’t give the orders around here.  Daddy and Uncle Cody do.”

Steve looked bereft, realizing for the first time that he was losing his sole ally.  If I could have felt anything, I probably would have been sorry for him.

“Stop talking mean to your brother or I’ll have to smack you.” I told Tony.

 

He giggled and looked at his father and uncle and daddy said, “Tony will be busy helping us today with a special project.”

The realization that he’d been isolated was apparent on Steve’s face.  He didn’t know how to handle this new situation where he wasn’t head shitheel.

“Maybe there are some special jobs that Steve can do, too.” I said.  “He’d probably like more responsibility and independence.  Wouldn’t you Steve?  I’m sure you know of things that need done and can’t wait.”

He looked at me, confused that I would be trying to assuage his hurt feelings.  Steve and I had a very cool relationship, except for fucking, that had developed a few weeks after I had moved in.

One evening when everyone came in for supper I said, “Steve, I couldn’t get the barn door to close.  Could you try later?”

“I’ll do it right now.” he said.  “Your wrists are probably just too limp to do it.”

He went back outdoors and I was fixing everyone a plate when there was suddenly a loud boom and the dishes actually rattled on the shelves.

We all hurried outdoors and saw that the huge barn door had come off of its track and was lying flat on the ground.  Steve was sitting on the ground to one side looking shocked.

“What the hell happened?” daddy asked.

The door was made of solid wood and was about 10 feet high and at least 12 feet wide.  It was hung on steel wheels that rolled along a steel track so that it slid open and closed.  It must have weighed at least 500 pounds.

“I was pulling it shut and it just fell over.” Steve said.

“Wow, it’s a good thing you were pulling it instead of pushing it.” I told Steve.  “If it had fallen on top of you, it would have crippled you for life if it didn’t kill you outright.”

Steve stared at me blankly.

Cody went inside the barn and up to the loft where he opened a door just above the track that the door slid on.  We saw him examining the track and then looking up at the barn eaves.  The whole time, Steve was staring at me with that same blank glazed look.

“Here’s the problem.” Cody said.  He picked a long slim piece of wood that was tapered at the end up out of the wheel track and held it up so that we could see.

“I can see where this broke off from the eave right above.  Maybe birds were perching on it or something.  It must have fallen and the wind blew it right in the track.  When you rolled the wheels up on it, it raised them and they disengaged.  Just a freak accident.”

Steve was sitting on the ground, still white faced and staring at me.

“You sure were lucky this time.” I told him.  “To have not been in the way, I mean.”

He got up, still staring and went toward the house.  We decided that the door would just stay off overnight and in the morning we’d all pitch in to re-hang it.

When we got inside, Steve was sitting at the kitchen table, still white faced and silent.  He kept up the silence all through dinner and after picking at his plate, he rose and went to his room where we heard the door softly shut behind him.

 

We didn’t see him the rest of the evening and before hobbling off to bed daddy asked me, “Do you think I should look in on Steve?”

“He’s probably asleep.” I replied.  “He’s had a real shock.  I’m sure he’ll feel better by morning.”

The next morning, Steve seemed to be seeing me differently for some reason.  He didn’t make his usual snarky cracks at me and he seemed almost reluctant to be near me.  Overnight, he’d developed a habit of only speaking when necessary.

 

The only thing he said to me that morning was, “I know what you did.”

“Then you must know a lot because I’ve done a whole hell of a lot of things.” I replied.

Amazingly, the Friday night after the accident I awoke in the middle of the night to Steve climbing into my bed.  I felt for his cock and it was so stiff and swollen it must have ached.  He gave me one of the best fucks of my life that night and had repeated his visits once or twice a week ever since.

 

That was how our relationship had maintained up till now, with him acting wary as a cat but plowing my hole after sundown.  Nothing was ever said about it during the day.

 

“I’ve got plenty I can be doing on my own.” Steve said to me now.  “It will be a relief to have a little bit of time on my own.”

After everyone had gone to work and I had cleaned up I went to the Reverend’s house.  I had no qualms about being seen, this time.  Word would have spread by now that I was clearing the place out.

I went inside and took photos of all of the furniture in situ with my phone.  There was a particularly nice wood and metal bookcase/desk combination that I’d seen on the internet and remembered as being sought after.  I mailed a photo of it to the dealer I had selected with just the question, “Is this the type of thing you’re interested in?”

Then, I began to work.  First, I used a clean towel to pick up the dildo from the bed and carry it to the basement where I left it to soak in a bath of water and bleach.  I had a use for the monster.

 

I hadn’t explored the basement the day before and I now saw that it was filled with wooden packing cases.  Using a hammer, I pried one open and, swaddled in a bed of straw; there was a beautiful antique leaded glass lamp shade and base.  Beneath it there was a wooden chest that said “Solid Sterling Silver” in script along the front.  Inside there was a flatware service of dozens of pieces.

Apparently in addition to embezzling funds from his church, the Reverend had also skimmed off the cream of the donations.  I couldn’t wait to move all of the crates to our barn and leisurely unpack each one but I had work to accomplish first.

Back upstairs I emptied the clothes closets, checked all of the pockets of the garments and dragged the piles of clothing out back where I started a fire in a trash can and burned them.  Then, I emptied the drawers of the bedroom dresser and chest onto a tarp I’d found and dragged the contents out back.

Dropping the worn pairs of jockey shorts into the flames, I noticed how stretched out the crotch was in each pair and visualized the big cock and balls they had once cradled.  I felt sort of sad, it’s always a little more tragic when someone with a big cock dies.

By the time I’d finished destroying the clothes, I’d found another handgun in a coat pocket, 2 envelopes with more cash in the drawers and more amateur photos including a series of the Reverend being fucked in the ass by a black guy with a gargantuan dick.  He must have been a pretty interesting guy before he fell off of the deep end.

Based on the hidden items I had already found, I knew that would have to go over the entire place with a fine tooth comb.  There were bound to be more things concealed.

By lunch time I had stripped the living room and examined every item of furniture.  I’d found six more hidden envelopes of cash that I added to my hoard.  He must have been stealing it for years.

Back at home I fixed a cold lunch and when the guys came in I turned to Steve.

“Are you still willing to help me clean out the Reverend’s house?” I asked.

“As long as you’re willing to pay me.” he replied.

“Daddy, would it be okay for Steve to help me one day instead of working here?”

“Shit, just get the stuff ready.  We’ll all pitch in and you won’t need to pay me or Cody, we already discussed it.  You just tell us when.”

I felt a lot more at ease knowing that everything would flow smoothly and with a minimum of fuss.

While we were eating I got a message back from the dealer.

 

“I might be interested in the item.” it read.  “How much are you asking?”

I hadn’t mentioned selling…I knew I had a fish on the line.

I messaged back, “I just acquired an estate of several rooms full of similar items, all in showroom condition.  I’ll get back to you.”  I knew that would have him champing at the bit.

To make a long story short, I spent the rest of the day searching the Reverend’s bedroom and kitchen.  By the time I had to leave to fix supper, I’d uncovered 10 more envelopes of cash, 2 very ugly hunting knives, a wooden box filled with jewelry and a little bag that contained what I assumed was crack cocaine.  I took it all home with me for future uses I’d yet to think of.

I also took the huge dildo and when I got home I went into Steve’s room and hid it beneath his bed pillow.  Just a little surprise for him.

I counted the new cash and found that I had almost $10,000 more to add to the shoebox.  I had pretty much taken over daddy’s office by that time.  There was a wall safe that only he and I knew the combination to so I placed the money, weapons, jewelry and crack inside.  Then I prepared supper.

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful.  But I was waiting for Steve to go to bed and find his surprise.

I was in the office, working on the books when I heard him turn off the shower and then go to his room.  I waited, barely able to keep from laughing and then I heard a loud, “What the fuck!” and the sound of something striking the bedroom wall.

I hurried down the hallway and opened the bedroom door.  Steve was sitting up in bed nude with a look of shock.  Tony, also nude, was staring at the colossal black dildo lying across the room.

Steve looked up at me and said, “I know that came from you, you little cocksucker.”

“Why are you accusing me?” I asked.  “Everyone around here thinks you need to relax your crack.”

“Can I have it?” Tony asked.

“Ask your brother.” I said.  “Maybe you can show him how to use it.”

I made sure that Steve saw me ogling his cock.

 

I went back to the office and closed down the work I’d been doing, then went in and had a shower.  I was lying on my bed when the door opened and a nude Steve slipped into the room.  He came over to the bed and climbed on top off me.  When we had first started fucking he was the typical “straight” guy, get your rocks off and get gone.

On our 4th or 5th fuck date I had pulled his face down and kissed him while he fucked me.  He’d been totally shocked at first but after a moment he got into it.  Now, it was part of the routine.

I spread my legs for him to get between them and wrapped my arms around his hard torso, then kissed him hard and deep with his tongue slithering into my mouth.  I could feel his steely cock against mine and I lifted my legs so that the hot head bumped against my pulsing ass hole.  He knew I wanted his cock as much as he wanted to give it to me.

It’s a funny thing about fucking.  Sometimes, the person you like least in the world is the best fuck.  They say it’s a thin line between love and hate and I guess we were the living proof.  

I’d done a little hustling when I was younger, just for pocket money.  There’s always someone willing to pay for a cock like mine.  I’d discovered that the less I was attracted to the person I was fucking or who was sucking me, as a person, the better the sex.

   

Steve’s cock was the perfect fit for my ass and hit all of the important spots when he fucked me.  And, he fucked like a pro.

“Do you want me to suck you and tongue your ass or do you want to fuck me?” I whispered in his ear.

“I want my cock up your ass hole.” he said.

“Good, that’s what I want, too.  I suck and rim you later.”

By now he well knew where the lube was kept and he got up onto his knees and greased up his stiff dick.  It stood up and out from his body, thick and vein covered.  It wasn’t the size of daddy’s or Uncle Cody’s but what it lacked in quantity it more than made up for in quality.  Just looking at the fat crimson head had me precumming like a river and my ass hole puckering.

I raised my legs till my knees touched my shoulders and my ass was spread open, my little fuck hole hungry for his cock.  He pressed the wide head against it and it slid into me with almost no resistance, I wanted it so badly.  I could feel his scratchy pubes against my taint and his meaty balls against my ass.

He lowered himself on top of me and we wrapped our arms around each other as we began to fuck.  His thick cock slid in and out of my fuck chute, grazing my prostate with each thrust.  He fell into his rhythm, his cock steadily pounding in and out of my hole while my mouth devoured his.  It was like we were one organism, connected by his cock and tongue.

He could last, too.  My ass hole always throbbed for hours afterward from the workout he gave it.

Our chests rubbed against each other’s and my cock and balls bounced with each thrust.  My ass hole was so relaxed and sensitive that I was sure that I could feel the thick veins on his cock as he slid in and out of my ass ring.  It was as if we both went into a zone where nothing else made any impression except the thrust of his cock into my clutching fuck hole.

We were both slippery with sweat when his breathing finally started to increase and his thrusts became harder and sharper.  His fat cock swelled thicker and I could feel the thick flange on his cock head rubbing against the inside of my fuck chute as the head swelled and grew harder.

I was clutching his hard ass cheeks, driving his cock harder and harder into me.  His tight puckered hole was near my fingertips and I began to finger and stroke it.

 

With a final thrust deep into my ass, he let loose his load.  I could feel the thick juice as it burst out of his piss hole and painted the walls of my fuck chute.  As each hot spurt of cum splashed against the tender tissues, it soothed them at the same time.  I was kissing him like I wanted to eat him whole.

The cum finally stopped shooting out of his balls and we lay entwined kissing while his dick went soft inside of me.  He rolled over, the fat cock head popping out of my hole, and lay on his back beside me with his arm bent and covering his eyes.

“Do you know how fucked up this is?” he asked after a while.

“I know how well fucked I am.” I said.

He lowered his arm and looked over at me and said, “You hate my fucking guts.  What are we doing?”

“I might hate your guts but I love your cock.” I said.  I reached over and held the thick column of meat in my hand.

“So, we’re going to be like daddy and Uncle Cody?” he asked.

“You know about that, huh?  No, not like them.  I think they really love each other.  I think that was what broke up our parents.  You and I, we just tolerate each other.  We can be lovers but I doubt if we’ll ever be friends.”

“Yeah, like that until the next time you go crazy and lose it on me, again.”

I had to laugh.  “You’ve only seen mildly annoyed, so far.  If you see full-tilt crazy, I doubt you will survive.”

Steve stretched and turned over to face me.

“Tony didn’t sleep in his bed last night.” Steve said.

“That’s because he was getting reamed out at both ends by daddy and Uncle Cody’s big cocks all night long.  Didn’t you notice how they all acted this morning?”

“I should know by now that nothing gets past you.” he said.  “So now they’re all going to be ass hole buddies.”

“Even you have to admit you’ve treated everyone concerned pretty shitty, what did you expect?” I said.  “I guess payback time had to come.”

“And everyone will just treat me like the stepchild.” he said.  “I’m not as smart as you, so I can’t be useful that way.  And I’m not interested in getting my brains fucked out every day like Tony.  No one will even notice if something bad happens to me.”

“I’ll notice.” I said and I could see he wanted to say something skeptical.

“Besides, you’ve got me as an ass hole buddy.  Want to feel the big load of cum you just shot there?”

He still looked unhappy, almost on the verge of tears.  I didn’t want his shitty mood ruining his ability to fuck for the rest of the night.

I turned so that he and I were face to face, inches apart.

“Steve, listen.” I said   “Nothing bad has to happen to you.  If you don’t fuck with me, I won’t fuck with you.  You’ve just never seemed to learn that.”

“I don’t trust you.” he said.

“And I don’t trust you, so we’re even.  But, at least it’s a start.”

I reached down and grasped his half hard cock and stroked it, then cupped his big juicy ball sack in my hand.  He turned onto his back and slightly spread his legs to give me better access to his balls.  I slid my hand down and felt the tightly puckered opening between his ass cheeks.

“So, ass hole buddy,” I said, “how do you feel about spending some time with my tongue up your hole?”