Bucking Broncos

When all was said and done, my brief engagement with the Reverend and his kin netted me $65,000.  More than enough, I thought, to justify my efforts.

I sold all of his furniture as a group, as well as some other choice items I found stored in the house.  There was even a complete set of pink Russel Wright dinnerware, still in its original box.  My dealer purchaser practically creamed in his jeans when he saw what I had for sale.  I had made up an inventory and my expected prices and it didn’t take much haggling before I got my money.  At that point, he probably would have slit his wrists had the cache escaped him.  I hadn’t even started unpacking the many crates that had been stacked in his cellar but I knew more treasures waited.

The Reverend’s house took very little in the way of cleaning and no painting was needed so as an extra I used daddy’s pressure washer to clean the siding and re-landscaped the front yard.  When it was all finished, I contacted the two ladies who were his last relatives.  They came to see the place but refused to go inside, so traumatized were they by their previous visit.  We had discussed how they would dispose of the property and I had printed off several comparable houses in the vicinity, showing the most recent selling prices and property values, and I had made an appointment with the local real estate agent for them.  Unbeknownst to them, I had also placed an offer for the property.

At that time, in that area, you would be hard pressed to give away a house.  The locals were all moving away, if anywhere.  A house like the Reverend’s on its tiny plot of land wasn’t even worth $10,000.  I had instructed the real estate agent to let the ladies know the actual value of the place and then inform them that he’d already had an offer from a company to buy the land for $15,000.  Of course, they snapped the offer up and left his office with a check.  Daddy’s company now owned a rental property.

I also paid off all of the outstanding debts against daddy and Uncle Cody.  As I expected, their creditors were more than happy to give me a reduction in exchange for hard cash.  For the first time in decades, the ranch and the two of them were totally debt free.
 
The afternoon that I picked up the keys to the new house I waited until everyone was seated for dinner before bringing the matter up.  I drew the keys from my pocket and tossed them at Steve, who caught them and then said, “What the fuck are these for?”

“Your future.” I replied.  Daddy and Uncle Cody now own the Reverend’s place and you are their property manager.  You’re going to be in charge of renting and maintaining the place.”

He gaped at me.

“I’ll teach you all of the paperwork you’ll need to keep up, it isn’t really a lot.  I’ll also take care of all of the books but you’re going to learn to do it, too.”

I pulled the new laptop I’d bought him from under the table and passed it to him.

“One of these days, you might decide to get married or to move away.  This way, with a good grounding in property management, you’ll have a skill to fall back on.  If things work out the way I want, there will be more property in the future for you to manage.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” he asked.

“If I wanted to do that, I’d just kill you and hide your body, asshole.  You’re not living up to your potential and I’m going to make sure that you start.”

“How did you manage to buy the Reverend’s house?” daddy asked.

“I had some money saved up.  I decided Steve needed to be able to make more money…yes, you will receive a salary.  Not much at first but it will grow.  You need more responsibilities, too.”

Steve kept his eyes down, focused on his plate, but I could tell that he was pleased.

“And you’re not going to be on my back every minute?” he asked.

“Hell, no.  If you fuck up, it’s your ass on the line.  I have enough to do as it is.  This part of the business is all on you.”

For the first time, Steve looked up and smiled.

“I’ll go down and check the place out after supper.” he said.  “Then I’ll need to research and see what rentals are going for around here.  We don’t want to make it too cheap or we’ll get white trash.  And I’ll need to see about the utilities and that kind of shit.”

“Let me know when you’re ready for your first lessons on the paperwork.  All of the rest is up to you.” I said.

The rest of the meal went by on a very light hearted note.  Daddy and Uncle Cody seemed as happy as Steve and after they’d all finished eating and Steve had left with Tony to see the rental, they both turned to me.

“Where’s the little hard ass who beat the fuck out of both of his brothers not too long ago?” daddy asked.

“He’s still around, he’s not going anywhere.” I replied.

“And you used your own money, just to give your brother a leg up.” Cody said.

“Believe me, it’s worth it.  If the fucker learns some responsibility, we’ll all be better off.  He’s got the ability, he just needed a push.”

“Every time I think I might have you figured out, you turn around and surprise me.” Cody said.

“Yeah, well, I surprise myself pretty often, too.” I replied.

Steve came back about an hour later, excited about his new role.

“I want to talk to you about maybe a little updating on the wiring.” he said to me.  “I think I need to repaint the trim, too.  I saw a couple of other things, but we can wait until we’ve got some money coming in before we take care of those.”

“Come and talk to me later, after we all go to bed.” I said.

Steve had pretty much moved into my bed permanently by then.  Everyone knew what was going on but Steve seemed to want to keep it an open secret.  Tony had no such scruples.  It was a very rare night when the sound of him being pounded up the ass by Daddy and Uncle Cody’s giant cocks didn’t disturb my rest at least once.

That night, when Steve slipped into my bed, he snaked his hand between my legs and fingered my waiting ass hole.

“So, you’re wanting to marry me off, huh?” he asked.

“You might want to sometime.” I said.  I grasped his hard cock and stroked it.  “As long as I can still have a steady diet of this thing, I don’t mind sharing you with some bitch.”

He kissed me, so hard and so deep that I was seeing stars.  He rolled over on top of me and I could feel the broad head of his cock pressing its way between my ass cheeks as I lifted my legs around his waist.

“I’m not giving up having your hole every night to fuck some bitch.” he said.  “You need a reminder of how much I love fucking your brains out.”

Which, I’m happy to say, he proceeded to do.

The next day was a Friday.  Everyone seemed to have an extra contented outlook and the work on the ranch sped by.  I fixed an extra nice dinner for the family.

After we’d all eaten and the clean up was done, Steve said, “Let’s go out and have a beer.  Hell, it’s Friday night.”

“There’s beer in the refrigerator if you need one.” daddy said.

“I know that, I just think it would be nice for me and Tony and Andy all to go out to a bar for a change.  We haven’t been out in forever and Andy has never been to the bar.”

“I didn’t even know that there was one.” I said.

“There is.” daddy said.  “It’s out by the highway.  Their specialties are cheap beer, country music and rotating fights.  If the local motorcycle boys are there, the top of the menu will be fights.”

“Sounds like fun.” I said.

“I’m staying home.” Tony said.  “I want to get to bed early and get some rest.”  He looked at daddy and Uncle Cody under his eyelashes and smiled.

“Don’t you boys wake us up when you come dragging home.” daddy said, smiling at Tony.

“Because I’m sure the three of you will be sleeping like innocent babes.” Steve said.

Steve and I showered and changed into clean clothes before heading out.  I could already hear sounds of activity from behind the closed door to daddy’s room.

Steve drove and on the way he said, “This place can get rough sometimes.  Just stay out of the way if shit starts flying.”

“I’ve been in bar fights.” I said.  “You don’t need to worry about me.”

When we arrived, the place looked pretty unprepossessing.  A flat roofed cinder block building, it was called “The Four Leafed Clover” according to the sign.  The parking lot out front was right on the highway and I could see several motorcycles parked at one end.

The sheriff had already filled me in on the local motorcycle “gang” scene.  There were basically two camps.  There was a group who called themselves “The Nomads” who were pretty much the real deal.  They controlled a lot of the local drug traffic and dealt some stolen goods.  They were supposed to be pretty low key, flying under the radar as much as possible.

The other group was something else.  The called themselves “Satan’s Six”, even though they only had five members.  That should tell you something.  They were the bad boy wannabe’s who just never quite made it.  They seemed to constantly land themselves in the shit and the sheriff would have paid a fair price to see them all pack up and leave town.  None of them were too bright.  The other group tolerated them, mostly for laughs and to draw attention away from themselves.
 
Steve and I swung the door open and walked inside.  A wave of air conditioning, stale beer, staler cigarettes and dried piss greeted us.  It could have been any dive bar in the country.

The place seemed fairly crowded for such a small town.  On our left as we entered there were several tables occupied by a group of guys and a few women, mainly dressed in leathers.  I noticed that the guys all seemed to be in good shape, well groomed and that their leathers were polished.  They seemed oblivious of us.

On our right, there was a pool table and a couple more tables.  There were 3 leather guys playing around the pool table and 2 more sitting at a table.  They were the complete opposite of the other group.  The 3 at the pool table all had bulging beer bellies and they were dressed in ratty jeans and dingy wife beaters under their leather jackets.  Their body odor was apparent even from a distance.

“Look. It’s Annie Oakley and Calamity Jane.” one of the slobs said and the other two laughed.

“I like to think I’m more the Belle Starr type.” I replied.  The reference was lost on them.

The bar was straight ahead and Steve and I climbed on a stool each.  I could feel Steve’s tenseness.  We both ordered a draft and I was glad to see that they were served in big old fashioned glass beer mugs that had been frosted before hand.  It went down pretty easily.

We were on our second mugs when I became aware of Steve focusing his attention on the 3 lard asses playing pool.  They were talking quietly to each other and laughing while making a real show of looking over at us.

“They’re going to start trouble.” Steve said to me.

“There are 5 of them and 2 of us.” I said to him.  “That seems like pretty even odds to me.”

Steve laughed and the pool table group took note.

“You’re some of the horse farmers outside of town, aren’t you?” one of the guys asked.

“That’s us.” I said.

One of the other guys said, “I don’t like horses.”

“I’m pretty sure they don’t like you, either.” I replied.

The guy glowered, trying to look intimidating and we went back to our beers.  By the time we had finished half of our third mugs, Steve said, “I need to take a piss.  I’ll be right back.”

The restrooms were on the same side as the pool table and Steve had to walk past them to get to the john.  I saw one of the guys say something to him and then Steve said something back.  When he turned back toward the johns, the guy who’d spoken swung his pool cue around so that the fat end slammed into the back of Steve’s head.  He feel face forward onto the floor and didn’t move.

“You know, it really pisses me off when anybody besides me beats up on my brothers.” I said, twirling on the stool so that I faced the group.

“OOOH, that makes me really afraid.” the fat guy said.  “Threatened by a midget.”  His buddies snickered and then he said, “Maybe you’ll be even shorter when I get done pounding on you.”

“And maybe you’ll be even dumber after I get through kicking your head.” I replied.  “But, I doubt if that’s even possible.”

I was sitting leaning back against the bar, my arms spread along the edge on each side of me.  The big mouth walked over to where I sat and grabbed the front of my shirt.

Gripping the heavy beer mug by the handle, I turned it sideways and slammed it into his fat mouth.  I could hear teeth break as it made contact.  At the same time, I swung my leg up between his legs and kicked him in the balls.  I’ve been wearing steel toed boots since high school, so I know that must have hurt pretty good.  Fat boy feel on his side, clutching his nuts.

It took a moment for the other assholes at the table to comprehend what had happened but when they finally did, another of the guys rushed with his arms extended toward me.  When he was close enough, I grabbed his right arm with both of my hands at his wrist while sliding off of the stool.  I made sure that his arm was turned elbow in and then slid behind him.  When I levered his arm across his back, I heard the sound of his shoulder pop out of its socket.  He grabbed his shoulder with his other hand and fell to his knees.

Not being too smart, the third idiot now made a rush at me.  I waited until he was almost in front of me and then I slipped to the side.  His momentum carried him forward and I jumped behind him, placed my hands on his back and pushed him as I ran behind him.  In a moment, we arrived at the cinder block wall at one end of the room.  He slammed into it face first and his head made the sound a watermelon makes when you drop it on concrete.  I stepped from behind him and he teetered a moment, then fell over backwards, slamming the back of his head against the concrete floor.

I walked over to Steve and helped him up while the two remaining members of the group stared at me from the table.

“You’d better get these assholes out of here before I get pissed off and start beating on them just for fun.” I said as I led Steve back to the bar.  

The original asshole that’d attacked me was just coming around and I walked over to him, swung my leg over his fat belly and stepped on each of his hands.  Standing over him, I opened my zipper, pulled out my cock and pissed in his face while he sputtered at the piss in his mouth, nose and eyes.  When my bladder was empty, I flopped my dick back in my pants and went back to my bar stool.

“If you show me where the mops and buckets are I’ll clean my mess up after the assholes leave.” I told the bartender.

“Don’t worry about it, there’s worse than that on that floor.  Besides, it’s worth the clean up just to watch that.  You sure aren’t small where it counts, are you?”

For the first time it dawned on me that I’d just pulled my dick out and pissed in front of a strange crowd in a bar.  I swiveled to look at the group on the other side of the room.  They were all smiling and the one who seemed to be in charge, a slim guy in his thirties with shoulder length hair, gave me a thumbs-up.

Steve had a bump across the back of his skull and I got a bar towel full of ice from the bartender and held it against his head.  The pool table group were getting up from the floor, all except the one who’d run into the wall.  The piss covered fat guy limped out, one hand on his balls and the other covering his broken, bloody teeth.  The one whose shoulder was dislocated stumbled out clutching his shoulder and moaning.  I could have popped it back in place for him but I preferred he suffer till he got to a hospital.  The two who had remained seated dragged their unconscious comrade out the door by his feet.

I ordered another couple of beers and I was examining Steve’s head when I looked up and saw in the bar mirror that one of the group had returned and was standing behind me.  I turned toward him and he said, “We know where you live.  It would be a real shame if your daddy’s horses got ahold of something nasty out in their pasture that made them sick or even killed them.”

I looked at him for a moment and then I couldn’t resist laughing.  He looked at me, confused, and I said, “You just made the most serious mistake of the evening and you’re too fucking stupid to realize it.  Now, fuck off.”

I went back to tending Steve’s lump and he slowly walked away.  I checked Steve’s eyes to make sure there was no indication of concussion and then sat down beside him.  As we drank our beers, my eyes kept shifting over to the leader of the other group.  Often when I looked, he was looking at me.

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Steve’s head ached but no worse than a really stiff hangover.  He watched in the mirror as Andy tenderly held the ice against his lump and periodically checked to see if he was bleeding.  When he was satisfied that Steve was okay, he sat down on the stool beside him.

After a few minutes Andy said to him, “We’ll go home in a minute.  Are you okay to sit here while I attend to something?”

Steve told him he was and Andy slid off of the stool.  Steve watched as he walked over to one of the biker guys seated at a table and heard him ask, “May I sit down for a moment?”

Over the sound of the jukebox, he then heard Andy say, “And can we talk for a moment?  Privately?”

The guy said something to the others who were seated around him and they all got up and moved away.

 Andy leant forward and began speaking to the guy in a low voice.  Steve couldn’t hear the conversation but after a few minutes, the guy asked a question and when Andy answered he laughed out loud.  Andy stared at him and Steve heard the guy ask, “Seriously?”

Andy didn’t answer but the other guy stuck out his hand to shake and as Andy did so, the guy said, “You’ve got a deal.”

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When we got home, I took Steve into the bathroom and sat him on the toilet while I washed his lump and applied alcohol to it.  He sat docilely while I tended to him although before too long I felt his hand slide up my leg and nestle between my ass cheeks.

“I’m not going to be able to concentrate on your bump too well if you keep that up.” I said

“Then you’ll just have to concentrate on something else.”

I pulled him upright and groped his stiff cock through his jeans.

“Looks like your head isn’t the only thing that’s swollen.” I said.  I grasped his arm and pulled him across the hall to my room.

“You’re sleeping in here where I can keep an eye on you.” I told him.  “I’m not taking any chances.”

We both stripped and crawled into bed and he began to play with my dick.  I turned him over so that his back was to me and snuggled against him, my cock resting in the groove of his ass and my arm over his body to hold him close.

“We can play in the morning.” I said.  “You need to get some sleep.”

After a few minutes Steve said, “You’re being awfully nice to me.”

“Do you like it?” I asked.

Barely audible, Steve said, “Yeah.”

“Then don’t start acting like an asshole again and I’ll keep it up.”

The next morning when I woke, Steve was lying beside me in the weak light.  He’d kicked the covers off during the night and his hard cock was upright against his belly.  He seemed to have gotten even more handsome in the past few months.

I stroked his stiff dick a little bit and he spread his legs wider so I could play with his heavy balls.

 Climbing over his thigh, I crouched between his legs and buried my face in his warm, meaty ball sack.  He moaned with pleasure.

Putting my hands under his knees I lifted his legs so that his knees were on his shoulders.  His ass spread open and his tiny pink puckered ass hole lay before me.  I had become addicted to rimming Steve’s ass and he was equally addicted to having me tongue it.  I lowered my head and lapped at the little rose bud with the tip of my tongue.
 
“Oh, fuck yeah!” he said.  

I licked around the opening, making sure that my tongue slid over the most sensitive flesh.  He was tossing his head back and forth.  I licked at the tight hole again and as I felt it start to relax, I stiffened my tongue and pressed it through the ring.

“God, that feels so good!” he said.  

I continued to tongue fuck his virgin ass, thrusting my tongue as far as I could into his tight pucker.  His hips involuntarily began to buck, riding my probing tongue.

I could look up from between his legs and see his big balls bounce with each thrust of my tongue.  His stiff dick was leaking precum onto his hairy belly.

I slid my tongue up over his taint until I could lick his balls.  I sucked one big orb into my mouth and then the other, rolling them around in the meaty sack.  Then, I took his swollen cock head into my mouth.  I had become expert at deep throating his dick in the past few months and it slid down my throat almost at once.  I bobbed my head while squeezing his dick with my throat muscles.  It tasted delicious and was the perfect fit.  His precum coated my tongue as I licked at his cock base.  He was swiveling his hips and panting in no time.

I speeded up with my head bobbing while massaging his full nuts and I could feel his cock getting harder and stiffer.  The head of it was buried all the way down my throat when I felt the hot juice start squirting out of his piss slit and sliding into my belly.  I milked his cock with my throat to wring every drop out of his balls.  When he’d stopped cumming, I eased his cock out of my throat and looked up at him.

“You can try fucking me if you want.” Steve said.

I totally wasn’t expecting that.

“Is that what you’d like?” I asked.

“If you would.” Steve said.  “You even eat my ass out and I never do anything for you.”

“One of the reasons I love tonguing your hole is because I know you’ve never had a cock up it.” I told him.  “Knowing that it’s virgin and only had my tongue in it is all kinds of a turn on for me.  I’d like to keep it that way for as long as possible so I can get an extra thrill eating it out.  But, if you ever really do want to get fucked, I’ll happily oblige.  But I’d rather you didn’t.”

Smiling, Steve said, “Sounds like a win-win situation to me.”

“It’s a deal, then.” I said.

He looked pensive for a moment and then he said, “Do you want me to suck on your dick?  I’ve never done it but you could show me how.  You’ve got a really pretty dick; I think I’d like that.”

“We could try that.” I said.  “I’d love to have you sit on my face and let me eat your hole while you suck my cock at the same time.”

“Damn, that sounds hot.” Steve said.  “Want to try it now?”

“I’ve got breakfast to cook.” I said, sliding out of bed.  

I slapped his sculptured butt and said, “You can keep your lazy ass here until the food is ready.  I’ll call you.  And you can think all day about your first lesson coming up tonight.”

“You’re making my dick hard again.” he replied.

I usually made a special breakfast on Saturdays.  I had just finished cooking when daddy and Uncle Cody came into the kitchen.

“We need to talk.” Daddy said in a low voice.

Tony came drifting into the room a few minutes later.  He always reminded me of a male Marilyn Monroe for some reason these days.  Not that he was the least bit feminine, anything but.

He had that same softness and vulnerability and the same distracted air.  His blond hair and light eyes set off his flawless ivory skin.  I’ve never seen skin like that since, it was like ice cream and made you want to lick him.  And, he was pretty.  Not handsome, downright pretty.
 
When he practically floated into the kitchen, he was nude.

“Did you forget something?” I asked.

He looked at me, focusing with an effort and looked confused.

“Your clothes.” I said.  “Don’t you think you should get dressed?”

He looked down at his nude body and giggled before pivoting and going back down the hall.  His lush ass looked even more tempting than usual.

“We need to do something about that boy.” daddy said.  “Cody and I are old men and he wants a cock up him at all hours of the day and night.  When I woke up from a sound sleep this morning he was on top of me riding my dick.  Can’t you take on some of the fucking duties and let us have a break?”

I had to laugh.

“It’s your own fault.” I said.  “You two turned him into a monster with those big cocks.  I can’t promise anything but let me work on it.”

I called Steve and Tony came wandering in at the same time.  Everyone ate like Vikings and soon all that was left was the dirty dishes.  The others went out and started work while I cleaned up.

I had acquired quite a few bookkeeping clients in the past few months and after cleaning I had to go into town to drop off paperwork to a few of my clients.

I had no sooner parked than the sheriff pulled up behind me.  I got out and went to lean into his car window.  Looking down into his lap I could see the perfect outline of his fat cock shaft and plump cock head through his uniform pants.

“Please tell me that you’re here because you need someone to work a load out of that.” I told him, indicating his cock.

“Do you always have such a one track mind?” he asked, smiling.

“Only when I’m around you and you’re dangling that in front of me.” I said.

“That sounds like a perfect start for the day but really I had a couple of things to ask you about.”

“Do they involve your dick?”

“No.” he said.  “They involve a story that a little birdie told me about a fight last night at the Clover.”

“What did the birdie say?” I asked.

“That some new guy who’d never been there before beat the fuck out of three of our citizens.  The description of that guy sounded vaguely familiar.”

“Well, you know, people look alike.  And you should never trust eye witnesses.”

The sheriff just grinned at me and said, “I checked at the hospital.  They had three guys come in last night.  One had major damage to his mouth and teeth and a set of balls swollen to the size of a basketball.  Another one left in a sling after having his shoulder popped back in the socket.  The third one is still there with a couple of cracks in his skull.  Any of that ring a bell?”

“Not a tinkle.” I said.  “You repeat that description to me and I’ll keep an eye peeled for the assailant for you.”

“You’re just like a little feist dog, aren’t you?” the sheriff said.  “Did you ever think of joining the police force?”

“Believe me. Sheriff, I’m not the type.  Be careful what you wish for.”

He grinned and shook his head and then he said, “One other thing.  I got a call about you yesterday from a detective in the town where you used to live.  Something about a friend of yours who was shot to death.  He wants you to call him back.”

I didn’t like the sound of that but I kept my cool.  “I’ll stop by on my way home and get his number.” I told the sheriff.

“Hell, just call him from the office.  The taxpayers are footing my long distance bill.”
 
As I did my CPA errands, I felt a little nervous and it was with some trepidation that I finally arrived at the sheriff’s office.  If he noticed any difference in me, he didn’t let on.

I dialed the number he gave me and had a short conversation which considerably lightened my mood.

“What did he want?” the sheriff asked.

“First, he wanted to know if the name Kenneth Mars meant anything to me.  When I told him I’d never heard it before, he told me that a man by that name had been arrested for murdering my high-school buddy, Charles.  Apparently, 2 nights ago, this Mars guy held up a Korean store and killed the owner.  When the ballistics came back on the bullet, it was the same gun that killed my friend.”

“And they have the guy?  Did he confess?”

“They caught him immediately after the robbery.  But he says that he just bought the gun last week and doesn’t know anything about the other killing.  The detective said this guy has a list of arrests as long as your arm, some of them for really nasty things.”

“That’s what they all say when they get caught.  He’ll get pinned for both murders.  That must make you feel better.”

“It sure does, to know that someone is under arrest and charged with Charles’ murder takes a real weight off of my mind.”

I practically skipped out of the office but then something dawned on me and I stuck my head back through the door.

“Are you available to entertain later tonight?” I asked.

“I can make myself available.”

“Good,” I replied, “I have a surprise to bring over to you.”

“You always surprise me.” the sheriff said.

When I got back home I started fixing lunch.  Daddy came in after about half of an hour and he and I had a very interesting conversation regarding Steve.  Daddy was worried about him and I confessed that I was a bit, too.  We made a plan to try to deal with our concerns.

When I called everyone in for lunch, daddy was already seated at the table.

Steve came in and I wheeled on him.

“Goddamn it, Steve, you’re tracking mud and shit all over the floor after I just cleaned it.” I said.  

Before either Steve or I could say more, Daddy said in a loud voice, “Hey, don’t talk to your brother like that.”

I saw a look off wonder come over Steve’s face.

“You do a lot around here but so does Steve.  He’s worked like a slave for the last few months and it’s thanks to him that the whole place hasn’t fallen apart.  You show him some respect if you want any in return.  And you need to apologize.” daddy said.

I put on my most contrite expression and said, “You’re right, daddy.”

I turned to Steve and said, “I apologize for acting like an asshole.  I know how hard you work and how much you do.  I’m just used to acting like a fucker toward you and I need to accept the fact that you’re not like I thought.  If I talk out of turn again, please call me on it.”

Steve first looked at me like I was some strange species he’d never encountered and then he actually blushed.

“It’s okay.” he said.  “We both have been carrying a grudge.  We’ll work it out.”

I couldn’t resist adding, “But if I’m not out of turn, I’m still going to flay your ass alive.”

“I have no doubt of that, little brother.” Steve said.  “I’ve seen you in action.”

Steve’s whole demeanor changed in the course of that lunch.  He lightened up and even joked with daddy and Cody at Tony’s expense.  I kept my mouth shut.

After everyone finished eating, I began to clear the table and they left, one by one, until only daddy was left.

“How did I do?” he asked.

“You were fantastic.  Did you see the change that came over Steve?  A few more times chewing my ass out over him and I think he’ll be a new man.”

Daddy hugged me and kissed my cheek and said, “I sure do love my baby boy.”

A while later, Steve came almost silently into the kitchen behind me and when I turned and saw it was him, I said, “I really am sorry for always being on your case.  Maybe I’m just jealous because you’re so tall and handsome.  Or maybe because daddy has always favored you.  He’s told me, I don’t know how many times, that if something should happen to him and Cody, he wants you to run the ranch.”

“Me?  He said that?  Not you?”

“I wouldn’t know one end of a horse from the other if somebody hadn’t shown me.  I can do all of the financial shit and the paperwork but you’re the one who does the real work around here.  Everybody knows that.”

I could tell that Steve’s ego was recovering when he said, “You’re almost making me wish I hadn’t beat on you so much when you were a little brat.”

“I still get to kick the shit out of you occasionally for that.” I said.  “I’m no saint.”

Steve walked over to where I stood and his hand first groped my butt, and then nestled between my ass cheeks.

“Maybe I’ll have to punish you later for your smart mouth.” he said, moving his fingers so that he caressed my hole.

“Gosh, if that’s my punishment maybe I’ll have to mouth off more often.” I told him.

He kissed me and I felt his tongue probing my mouth and his hard cock rubbing against my body.  I pushed him away and slapped him with the dish towel.

“Get back to work or I’ll dock your pay.” I said.  “You’re getting me all flustered.”

He gave me a lazy grin and turned to go.

“Would you go somewhere with me after supper?” I asked.  “I may need back-up.”

“Just tell me when. “he replied.
 
The rest of the afternoon flew by.  I worked on my accounting while cooking and before I knew it the guys were back to be fed again.  I knew that I was in for a busy night ahead if everything went to plan.

When everything was completed and stowed away after supper I said to Steve, “Let’s take a ride.”  

Before leaving, I opened daddy’s safe and retrieved the 9MM that I’d stored there and slid it into my waist band at the back.  It never hurts to be prepared.

We got into the truck with Steve at the wheel and he said, “Where to?”

“Our new friends the Satans, they have a club house or something where they all hang out, don’t they?”

“I’m not ready to go looking for a fight.” Steve said.

“I just want to know where it is and what it looks like.  I know it’s fairly nearby.  I just want to see the lay of the land, I don’t want them sneaking up on us.  We don’t even have to stop, we can drive by.”

“If I get my ass kicked again tonight, I’m taking it out on you when I recover.” Steve said.

I slid my hand up his thigh until my little finger was resting against his ball sack and I said, “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you.”

He snorted through his nose and started the engine.

It turned out that the “club house” was only about a mile and a half from the ranch and almost directly behind it.  It was an old filling station/mechanic’s shop that had seen better days.  The building itself looked ready to fall down and the paved space around it was littered with some broken down cars, engine parts and other mechanical debris.  Everything looked like it was coated with 50 years worth of grease and grime, even the broken filling pumps.  There was a row of motorcycles parked up near the pull up door but otherwise the place seemed deserted.

We slowed down in front and were hit by a wave of stench.

“Phew-eee, smells like the septic system backed up.” Steve said.

“That’s not sewage, that’s what it smells like when you cook meth.” I replied.

“And exactly how do you know that?”

“Trust me, I know a lot of things I wish I didn’t.” I said.

We drove on by and I said to Steve, “They’re a lot closer than I’d like.  They could probably just go out their back door to our fields and hurt the horses.”

“I thought about that, too.” Steve said.  “It’s less than a mile as the crow flies to our house.”

I thought for a few minutes and then told Steve, “Okay, one more stop.   Take me to see The Nomads.”

Steve looked at me with his eyebrows raised but he did as I asked.

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When they reached their destination, Andy said to Steve, “Wait in the truck.  I’ll only be a minute.”  

Steve watched him slide out of the door and cross to the building.  A huge leather clad man stood in front and he growled, “What the fuck do you want?”

“I just need to speak to Ronnie for a moment.” Andy replied.  Ronnie was the leader of the group, the man he’d spoken to at the Clover the night of the fight.

The big man looked dubious but then Steve saw recognition dawn on him.

“You’re the mean little fucker who kicked ass at the Clover last night.”

“They hurt my brother and nobody does that but me.” Andy said.

Steve could see that the leather guy had a whole different attitude.

“Can I tell him your name and a little of what you need to see him for?” the biker asked politely.

“Tell him it’s Andy Russell.  Did you know that the Satans are cooking meth?”

The big guy’s face darkened up again and he said, “No, but Ronnie will definitely want to hear about that.  Just come on in with me.”

Steve watched as the two of them disappeared through the doorway.  Less than five minutes later, Andy, Ronnie and the huge guy all came back out.  It was quite the contrast to see Andy, small as he was, in the company of the two big bikers.  They were all smiling and Andy shook both of their hands as he left.

“I’ll leave it up to you.” Steve heard Ronnie tell Andy as he walked back toward the truck.

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When I got back into the truck, Steve asked, “What was all of that about?”

“I just wanted to ask if they needed someone to do their books for them.” I said.  “It never hurts to ask.”

“Sure, maybe next week I’ll come over and ask if they need a maid.” Steve replied.

“Don’t question me.” I said.  “Just trust me, I have a plan.”

“I think you have a plan for everything and everyone.  That’s what makes you scary.”

“I have a plan for you.” I replied.  “But, I’m not going to carry it out until I get you naked in my bed.”

“I’ll hold you to that one.” Steve said as they drove home.

When they got back to the ranch, I went into the barn briefly and then came into the house.  Daddy and Cody were at the kitchen table playing cards.

“Where is Tony?” I asked.

“Probably taking a nap so he can keep us up again all night.” Cody said.

“I may have a plan to give you guys a break.  Let me go talk to him.”

Tony was indeed lying on his bed, napping.  I stopped in the doorway to admire his beautiful nude body before rousing him.

“How would you like to meet a new playmate?” I asked.  I caressed his warm, smooth ass and said, “Someone who will give this a workout you’ll never forget?”

“Hell, yeah.” Tony replied.  “I’m ready to go.  I think daddy and Cody are wearing out.”

“I’ll come and get you at around midnight.” I told him.  “Get some more rest; you’re going to need it.”

Cody and daddy were more than gratified to hear that Tony was going away for a sleep over.

“Hell, maybe I’ll go to bed right now and finally get some rest.” daddy said.

“And I’m right behind you.” Cody remarked.

“Gee, maybe I’ll come and you two can entertain me for a change.” I said, teasing.

“These dicks are off duty and I don’t want anybody disturbing us until at least dawn.  As a matter of fact, I think I’ll lock that damned bedroom door.” daddy replied.

“Your virtue will be safe.” I said.  “I have a previous engagement.”

Daddy and Cody got up from the table and disappeared down the hall.

When Steve came into the kitchen a little later I told him, “I don’t think even the Satans are dumb enough to do anything so soon after making a public threat but I think we should keep our eyes and ears open.”

“You’re the one who sleeps light as a cat.” Steve replied.  “I’m sure you’ll be on alert.”

The rest of the evening I worked on my books.  One of the things I really loved about numbers is that I could turn my mind off and simply deal with figures instead of people.  When I finally looked up from the screen it was only a few minutes until 12 o’clock.

I walked down the hallway to Steve and Tony’s bedroom.  Steve’s bed was vacant, he was probably in mine.  Tony was awake and lying on his back with a big stiff hard on lying on his stomach.

“I see that you’re all ready.’ I told him.  “But we’d better put some clothes over that so we don’t scare the horses.  Just slip on some gym shorts and a tee shirt, you won’t be wearing them long.”

He got up and dressed and I couldn’t resist squeezing his plump ass.

“It’s going to be nothing but good times tonight.” I told him.

We got into the truck and I drove him over to the sheriff’s house.  As expected, he’d left the door unlocked in preparation for me stopping by.  I led Tony inside, still not telling him who we were going to see and told him to wait in the hallway outside the bedroom.

When I walked in, the sheriff was sitting up in bed nude.  His stiff cock was standing straight up from his crotch and I almost couldn’t resist diving open mouthed on to it.  I restrained myself and asked, “Remember I said I had a surprise for you?”

“I sure do and as you can see I’m ready for it.”  He stroked his stiff dick and bounced his balls in his other hand.

I stepped back into the hallway and grasped Tony by the hand and led him into the room.  He was smiling and I could hear him giggle when he saw the sheriff waiting.

“I’m sure you’ve met my brother.” I said.

The sheriff looked none too please and his cock started to droop.

“I know your brother very well.” he said darkly.

“I bet you don’t know him that well.” I answered, peeling Tony’s shirt over his head.  “For example, I bet you didn’t know that Tony has just lately discovered how much he loves a big cock up his ass.”

I turned Tony around and pulled his shorts down so that they dropped to the floor, then cupped one of his fleshy buttocks in my hand.

“Would you like to get to know the sheriff better?” I asked Tony.

He looked over his shoulder at the sheriff.  The sight of Tony’s incredibly fuckable ass had made his big dick grow to even more thickness and length than before.

“I think the sheriff should invite me to spend the night.” Tony said.  “I need to learn to respect the law.”

The sheriff smiled while he fingered his hard on and said, “Is this going to be a three-way night?”

“I’ve got to get back, the horses need me.” I said.  “Besides, I think you two should get acquainted first, and then we’ll see about a three way.”

Tony had walked over to the bed and he grasped the fat piece of meat at the sheriff’s crotch.
 
“I’ll be home in the morning.” he said, lowering himself onto the bed, still stroking the fat cock.

I don’t think that they were even aware when I left.  Tony was going to put the sheriff through all of his paces and they both looked eager to start.

I drove the truck back home and parked.  There was only one more thing I needed to accomplish, so I got out of the truck and headed to the barn.


Later, when I slipped into my bed, Steve woke halfway up and asked, “Where have you been?”

“I gave Tony a lift to a friend’s and then I went out and checked on the horses.”

I’d unplugged the clock radio, so when Steve asked, “What time is it?  And why do you smell like gasoline?”  I replied, “I don’t know, the breaker must have flipped.  And when I was out in the dark barn, I tripped over those extra Gerry cans of gasoline and knocked them over.  I’ll clean it up in the morning.”

“Didn’t you have some plan for my naked body that you mentioned earlier?” he asked.

“And I’ve been waiting all day to put it in action.” I replied, grasping his hard cock.

Off in the distance, I could hear the sound of the volunteer fire truck’s siren.

Steve was totally exhausted when I finally let him go to sleep just before dawn.  As I lay cuddled against his back with my nose buried in his hair, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep again that night.  Just as it started getting light, I slid out of bed and dressed.

I got the breakfast ready and Cody and daddy came stumbling in just as I had finished.
 
“I slept like a dead man last night.” daddy said.

“And I’m still not all the way rested.” Cody remarked.

“You guys should probably all take it easy today.” I told them.  “Steve is still asleep and I hate to wake him.  Tony hasn’t come home yet.”

“I’ll take that as a good sign.” daddy said.

“Listen, I made a mess tripping over some gas cans in the barn last night.” I told them.  “I’m not hungry and I want to get it cleaned up so I’m going to go out and hose and brush the floor down.  There’s plenty of food on the stove.”

“I might go back and have a little nap when I’m done.” daddy said.  “We’ll see you later.”

I stepped out onto the back porch and noticed that there was a foggy haze over everything and the smell of burning was in the air.  I went into the barn and began hosing it down.

About a half hour after I’d started, the sheriff’s car pulled into the drive and Tony hopped out.  He looked as wound up as a dime store toy.  The sheriff, in contrast, looked like he’d gone three rounds with the heavy weight champion.  I walked out of the barn to greet them.

“Breakfast is on the stove.” I told Tony.  

He turned and looked at the sheriff and said, “I’ll call you later.”

When he gone into the house, I leaned down so that I could look into the sheriff’s window.  
With my head hovering above his seated crotch, I indicated his cock, visible through his uniform pants.

“I’ve never seen that thing looking so shrunken and worn out.” I told him.

“Is there something in your blood that makes your whole family sex maniacs?” he asked.

“So, it would appear you had a fun night.” I said.

“That boy could give a healthy man a heart attack once he gets ahold of his dick.” the sheriff said.  “An old man like me doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Is that why he’s calling you later, to make sure you survived?” I asked.

The sheriff grinned and said, “Well, I might have invited him to stop over again tonight.  He’s such a friendly young man.”

“Sounds like you dick talking, to me.” I said.  “So, what’s new in the news?”

“Your new buddies the Satans had a rough night.” he replied.  “They succeeded in setting fire to that shit hole they were living in and burned it to the ground.  Burnt their bikes up, too.”

“Was anybody hurt?” I asked.

“One is still in the hospital with head wounds.” he said.  “We won’t discuss that.  One of the other ones got burns all over his arms, chest and face trying to save the bikes.  Two others suffered smoke inhalation but they’ll survive.  Their boss was able to get outside before the worst of it took hold, so he’s okay.”

“Do they know how it started?” I asked.

“They say it was arson but that place they lived in was caked in grease and grime.  The floor concrete itself probably burnt up from the oil and shit built up on it.”

“Lord, don’t tell me that.” I said.  “I’ve been out here all morning cleaning up from where I tripped over two full cans of gasoline in the dark last night.  Something was spooking the horses and I came out to check on them and fell flat on my face over the gas cans.  I didn’t even realize that they would leak all over the place until they were empty.  Now you’re telling me that’s how their fire started.”

“The horses probably smelled the smoke last night.” the sheriff said.  “Straight across the fields, it isn’t far from you at all.”

I looked off in the direction he indicated and said, “Maybe later today I’ll try walking over there, just to see what I can see.  I hope I don’t get lost.”

“Just keep straight ahead and you’ll hit it.” he replied.  “Now, I have to get to work.  I’m late already thanks to you.”

“Don’t blame me if you can’t keep your dick down.” I said.  “No one made you spend the whole night with it buried up my brother’s ass.”

He started to back out and I asked, “So, what are you going to do about the fire?”

“As little as possible.” he said.  “I’m sure the assholes don’t have insurance and can’t afford a new place.  I’m just hoping that this will spur them to get gone.”

“Well, have a nice day.  Try to get some rest; you’ll need your energy tonight.”

He made a face somewhere between a grin and a grimace and went on his way.

I finished up my chores.  Everyone else was asleep so I drove into town to pick up groceries.  I did my shopping and when I was driving through town I saw the biker who had threatened daddy’s horses walking down the sidewalk.  I pulled over beside him.

Before leaving home, I had gathered a bundle of long twigs from the yard.  Now, when he stopped and glared at me, I threw them out on the sidewalk in front of him and then fished a bag of marshmallows out of my grocery bag and flung it out, too.

“I heard about your fire.” I said.  “If you even think about setting up shop anywhere in this county again, those marshmallows may come in handy next time.”

He stared at me, at a loss for words, and I chuckled to myself all of the way home to my sleeping family.

Late that afternoon, I drove over to The Nomads’ headquarters.  The place appeared deserted, almost all of the bikes gone from the lot.

I let myself in the front door and walked through to the big main room.  Ronnie, the group leader was reclining on the sofa, nude.  I stopped to admire his muscular body, his flat belly and the big half hard cock that was draped across his thigh.

“Time to collect my payment.” I said as I began shedding my clothes.

“Doesn’t seem hardly fair.” Ronnie said.  “It looks like I’m the one who will be getting payment.”

His cock was expanding as he spoke and I watched as it slowly swung around to the twelve o’clock position.  It was long, thick and uncut.

“I decided you deserve a bonus.” Ronnie said.  He called, “Hey, Bennie.”

The giant biker who had stopped me at the door on my previous visit stepped through a doorway at the back of the room.  He was fully nude, too, and his massive body was sculpted with muscles.  His hairy chest and stomach led down to a hugely thick cock that hung from a forest of wiry hair, on top of two equally massive balls.

“I told Bennie who was coming over and why and he volunteered his services.” Ronnie said.
 
“This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.” I said as I sank to my knees and crawled over to crouch between Ronnie’s legs.  

I felt Bennie’s rough fingers sliding into my ass crack and massaging my hungry hole.