Bucking Broncos

by rae121452

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It had been over two weeks since I’d seen my favorite sheriff.  My accounting business was doing so well that I was considering hiring part-time help, the horse ranch was busy every day with day trippers and kids taking lessons and Steve was working on the rental house in addition to his regular chores.  Every day was filled.

So, that afternoon that I was in town and passed the sheriff’s office, I thought I’d stop in and catch up and maybe get some dick.

I parked out front and walked into the office.  Whereas there had always been one desk in the middle of the room, there were now two desks facing each other from opposite walls.  Behind one sat the sheriff.  Behind the other sat a stranger.

“Hey, Sheriff,” I said, “am I interrupting?”

The sheriff looked different, more stressed.  And he’d always been bright and cheerful in the past but was now glum and unhappy looking.

“What can I do for you, Andy?” he asked.

I looked at the other desk and its occupant and replied, “Well, it’s not business, just a personal matter I was hoping you could help me with.”  The sheriff didn’t reply, nor did the other man, so I turned and held out my hand to shake.

“I’m Andy Russell.” I said.
 
He didn’t stand up but after a moment he shook my hand.

“I’m Lester Chabot.” he replied, staring at me.  “I’m the new deputy.”

My first impression was of a toad.  Don’t get me wrong, I love toads, but he was like some fat malignant species that had no toad-y charm.  His skin was flushed and looked oily, as did his hair.  As the British say, he had more face than features, little piggy eyes, a snub nose and a tightly screwed mouth.  Plus, he had an odor.  I could only imagine what a hell it was for the fastidious sheriff to have him in the office every day.

I glanced over at the sheriff and saw that he was watching with a blank face.  From the corner of my eye, I saw Lester Chabot write my name down on his desk blotter.  That, I definitely didn’t like.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Sheriff.” I said, turning to the door.  “It was nice to meet you, Deputy.”

No one replied and I hurried out to my car.  Since when did a town as small as this one need a full-time deputy?

I had just pulled away and was driving up the street when my phone indicated a text.  I pulled over and opened it to find that it was from the sheriff.

“My place tonight” was all it read.

*          *          *          *          *          *

I waited until 11PM before arriving at the sheriff’s house.  I had no sooner stepped onto the porch than he flung the front door open.  He was nude and it was almost as if he’d been watching for me.  He opened the screen door, grasped my arm, pulled me inside and gave me one of the deepest and most passionate kisses I’ve ever received.
 
“Where have you been, I’ve needed you.” he said.

Before I could make a reply, he began kissing me again while picking me up bodily and carrying me into the bedroom.  He fell on top of me on the bed, still kissing me while tearing my clothes off.  Usually the sheriff had always wanted to be the pursued one; this new development left me speechless.

When he had me naked, he hitched my legs up so that my knees were over his shoulders.  Never taking his lips from mine, I felt him lubing up his big stiff cock and then the fat head of it pressing against my tight ass hole.  Being taken so forcefully was a whole new kind of turn on, I meekly allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

His big cock opened my ass and the long shaft slid inside me.  He must have been really turned on, too, or else really needy.  His cock felt twice as long and hard as usual.

Without any preliminaries he began to fuck me, the stiff piece of meat boring into me, spreading my fuck hole.  The fat head bumped against the back wall of my ass with each sharp thrust, sending showers of stars spraying behind my closed eyelids.  The sheriff is always a great fuck; this was a whole new level.  
His cock slid in and out like a piston while his mouth raped mine, his tongue probing my throat.  It was like he was trying to climb inside of me via both holes.  His cock was doing amazing things inside of my ass and I could feel my precum slick between our bodies.

I lost track of time or how many times his huge meat pounded in and out of my ass.  All I was aware of was the sensation of being fucked like a willing piece of meat.

Eventually his thrusts sped up and became almost frantic.  His heavy balls were slamming against my ass with each plunge, hard enough that I could hear the sound of them slapping against me.  His cock was entering me deeper than it ever had before, spreading my loose insides around his steely shaft.  After a particularly hard thrust that I could feel up into my stomach, his back arched and he lifted his upper body above me.

I felt his hot juice explode deep in my ravished ass, his cock throbbing as it spit out each load.  My fuck chute felt flooded with hot cum.

When his dick has ceased bucking and twitching in my guts, he put one hand over my mouth and slowly withdrew the exhausted meat from my ass hole.  When his massive cock head popped free, he slid down my body while still holding his hand over my mouth.
 
My cock was as stiff as his had been, my piss slit gaping open with the flow of precum that had been forced out of it by his thrusts.  When I felt his burning mouth close around my dick, I almost passed out.
The sheriff had never blown me before, he always liked to lie back and let me worship his body.  Having his mouth on my dick was something I’d never expected.

He proceeded to give me one of the most expert blowjobs I’ve ever experienced, his mouth and tongue playing over my dick like he had been doing it every day.  Between the Olympic grade ass fucking I’d just received, the working over that my cock and balls had gotten while being fucked and the outstanding suck job being performed on me, I could barely hold back from cumming for even five minutes.

When my jizz started blasting out of my cock head, he took it deep into his throat and milked it with his throat muscles.  His hand had never left my mouth, otherwise I probably would have howled like a banshee from the sensations.  He pumped the juice out of my balls and swallowed every drop, never taking my cock out of his tight throat.

I felt like he’d sucked the fluid out of my spine.

When my balls had emptied, he let my cock free from his hot mouth and slid up to lay on top of me.  It took me a few minutes to come back to myself from wherever he had sent me.

I pushed his hand away from my mouth and said, “Jesus Fucking Christ, maybe I should take a break more often.”

“Don’t even say that.” he replied.  “The last couple of weeks have been total shit and I needed you to make me feel better.”

“All you had to do is call me, you big dope.” I said.  “I would have dropped everything.”

“I’ve really been feeling fucked up.” he said.  “I didn’t know which way to turn.”

I waited until he seemed more settled and then I asked, “Is this about your new deputy?”

“That miserable piece of shit, I’d murder him if I thought I could get away with it.”

“Then why in the world did you hire him?” I asked.  “And can’t you just fire him?”

“I didn’t hire the cocksucking bastard.  I was forced to take him.  The first I knew about it, I got a call from our state senator, John Booth, telling me that he’d pulled some strings and gotten funding and approval for me to have a deputy.  Not only that, but he’d be starting the very next day.  I had no say over the matter.”

“Can he do that?” I asked.

“Well, he did.  The next morning that fat piece of slime was waiting when I opened the office and he’s been there ever since.  It’s like sharing an office with Jabba the Hut, only not as pleasant.  He actually smells.”

“I noticed.” I said.  “Why do they want him here?  There’s hardly enough to keep you busy.”

“I told the senator that.  He just told me to work with him.  There’s something going on and I don’t know what.”

“What does he do all day?”

“He’s been going over the old files ’to get up to speed’ as he says.  I feel like he’s looking for something but I can’t think of what.”

“Maybe he’ll get bored and quit.” I said.

The sheriff snuggled up against me and said, “I don’t think so.  I feel he’s on a mission.”

He wrapped his arms around me and asked, “Can you stay the night?”

“Try to stop me.” I replied.

I noticed that he’d left the heavy inside door to the porch open, so I slid out of bed and went to close and lock it.  As I was doing so, I saw a flash of something outside like an animal eye.  I didn’t think about it, the sheriff was waiting for me.

*        *        *        *        *        *  

The next morning I drove home and fixed breakfast for the family.  As I looked around the table I was struck anew at what a handsome bunch of men I lived with.

Steve saw me looking at all of them and asked, “What?”

“I was just thinking that I must have the most attractive family in the country.” I said.

“No accounting for taste.” daddy said.  “I know that Cody and I are damned hot but the three of you put me in mind of frog spawn.”

“You ever heard that saying ‘chip off the old block’, old block?” Steve replied.

“No, but I’ve heard that beauty skips a generation, Quasimodo.” daddy said with a grin.

“Then it must have skipped you and Cody because my brothers look like porn stars.” I said.

“And if they don’t get their asses to work, they’re going to look like they got beat with a table leg.” Cody said.

“He’s just jealous.” I told Steve and Tony.  “It’s like Cinderella and her ugly step sisters.”

Everyone went off to work in good humor.  I did some work on my accounting and then decided to tackle a job I’d been dreading.  I still had all of the crates I’d gotten from the Reverend’s basement stacked in the barn, waiting to be opened.  I got a small pry bar and went to work.

I’d hardly made a dent in the mass when it was time to feed the fellows lunch and by hurrying I had it on the table when they returned.  We sat talking about the morning’s events and when it was my turn, I told them about starting on the crates.

“There’s a lot of stuff that I’m going to need to research already.” I said.  “There’s a colored glass lamp, a gorgeous thing, that I think could be Tiffany.’

“If it’s Tiffany, it will be marked on the base.” Tony said.  “Sometimes there’s also a mark on the shade.  Even the stuff that Tiffany bought from other vendors, they marked ’sold by Tiffany’ or some such.”

We all sat with our mouths hanging open, staring at Tony.

“What?  I’m not a total idiot.  I’ve always been interested in antiques; I just never said anything because I was afraid you’d all think it was faggy.”
 
Finally I said, “Could you take a look and tell me what you think?”

“Sure.’ Tony replied.  “There were other makers who are almost as good; if it’s not Tiffany I’ll find out who made it.”

That was probably the first sensible discussion I’d ever had with Tony.  My mind immediately started working.

“Daddy,” I said, “I’ve been thinking.  Your business is growing and at the same time, the boys are starting to have more responsibilities of their own.  How would you feel about hiring a man to help out?”

“Can we afford it?” he asked.

I noticed that Steve had suddenly become laser focused on our discussion and I wondered why.

“I was thinking we’d throw in bed and board.  Then, we can keep the pay lower and have someone around all of the time when he’s needed.”

Steve said, “That sounds like a great idea.  How soon were you thinking?”

“As soon as possible, if daddy and Uncle Cody agree.”

“Sounds like it might be worth a try, we can use the help.” Uncle Cody said.

Steve jumped up and said, “I’ve got to go check on the new house, I’ll be back in half an hour.” and hurried out.

I knew that he had something on his mind but I just turned to Tony and said, “Ready to help me out?”

Amazingly, that afternoon Tony gave me an accelerated course in Antiques.  He was surprisingly knowledgeable about many different objects and told me what to look for and how to judge quality.

“Maybe I ought to just hire you to unpack all of this stuff and sort it out.” I said.

“That would be fun.” he replied.  “I always wanted to do something like this.”

My plan I’d been thinking of all afternoon became too good to pass by.

*          *          *          *          *          *

The next morning, I decided to get an early start.  I wanted to place two ads in our town paper and I was just about ready to leave for town when there was a knock at the door.

When I answered it, there was a young man standing on the front porch.  He looked younger than me.  At about six foot, he was also taller.  He had an innocent child’s face and the rangy body of someone just becoming a man.  He was dressed in an old western shirt and a pair of soft jeans and wearing a beat up pair of boots.
 
“I understand that you’re looking for a hired man.” he said.

Surprised, I replied, “Yes, I was just about to go place an ad.”

“I’d be obliged if you’d interview me, first.  There’s nothing that I don’t know about horses.”

“Word sure travels fast in this town.” I said and then it dawned on me how he’d probably learned about the job.

“Did Steve tell you what you should say to me?” I asked.

He actually blushed and then he said, “No, he just told me not to piss you off.”

“Well, come on in.” I said, holding open the screen door.  As I did so, I saw Steve duck around the side of the house.  “How old are you, anyway?”

“I’m nineteen.  I know I don’t look it.”

What he looked like was raw sex.

“So how long have you and Steve been getting together?”

He blushed again, even darker this time and said, “We just met about a month or so ago.”

“Follow me.” I told him.  “Do you want something cold to drink?”

He shook his head and as I led him to the back door I said, “It’s not me who’ll interview you.  It’s my father and uncle you’ll have to impress.  It will be alright if you tell them up front that Steve referred you.”

As I led him out to the corral, Steve ducked into the barn.

“Daddy,” I said when we arrived, “we already have an applicant for the job opening.  You and Uncle Cody can interview him; I have to get into town.”

“I like a fellow who’s eager to work.” daddy said as I walked away.  Steve was leaning out of the barn door, watching what went on.

I drove into town and parked near the newspaper office.  I was confident that I no longer would need to place the help wanted ad so I only placed the other.

“Antiques and Estates Bought for Cash” it read.  “Contact Tony Russell and Associates…” and then our landline number.

I had finally come up with a plan to set Tony up in his own business, just as I had Steve.

I placed my ad and then started to walk back to my car.  The new deputy was standing with his back leaning against the driver’s door.

“Good morning, Deputy.” I said.

“I thought this was your car.” he replied.  “You’re an interesting young fellow, Andrew Russell.”

“I’m flattered that you think so.” I said, edging around him in hopes that he’d move.

“I keep wondering why a city kid would want to come live in this little shithole.” he said, not budging.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing about a big city cop.” I said.  “Now, could you move your ass so I can get in my car?  Some of us have work to do.”

With a show of theatrics, he moved away from the door enough to allow me to slip inside.  I rolled down my window in preparation for driving and he leant over and said, “I have my eye on you.  I bet I can find out all sorts of interesting stuff in your past.  And then, you and I are going to be best buddies…not like you and the sheriff, ass hole buddies, but you’re going to be happy to do whatever I say.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I replied.  “The only way you and I could ever be ass hole buddies is if you become a necrophile because you’d have to kill me first.”

He smirked and said, “I’m watching you.” before stepping away from the car.

I waited until he was out of sight before pulling over and phoning the sheriff.

“Why is your deputy investigating me?” I asked as soon as he answered.

“I wasn’t aware he was.  He’s been going over all of the old files and making notes, I figured it would keep him out of trouble.  Should I tell him to lay off?”

“Don’t bother, he’ll never find anything to hold over me.” I said.  “And, by the way, he’s referring to you and me as ’ass hole buddies’.  Has somebody been talking?”

“Not that I’m aware of.  What business is it of his, anyway?”

“There’s something really off about that guy, so watch your back.” I said.

“And you do the same.  In the meantime I’ll see what I can find out about his past.  Try to stay away from him.”

“I will.  I don’t suppose he has a resume’ on file that I could accidentally get a copy of, is there?”

“If there is, I’d be an idiot to accidentally leave a copy on my porch tomorrow, wouldn’t I?” he replied.

We ended the call and I sat for a few minutes thinking before hitting the road again.  Instead of going directly home, I decided to stop by the Nomads headquarters.

When I pulled down the drive my friend Bennie stepped out of the doorway smiling.

“Is there something I can do for you?” he asked, stroking his fully packed denim crotch.

“There’ll always be something you can do for me.” I said.  “But right now, I need to talk to you and Ronnie.”

His serious look mirrored my own and he led me inside to where Ronnie, as usual, was reclining on the sofa.

“Pardon me for barging in.” I said.  “Have you had any run ins with the new deputy?”

“What a flaming asshole.” Bennie said.  “He gave me a ticket his first day because he said my muffler on my bike is too loud.”

“He’s been making cracks about how he’d love to make a big drug bust, too.” Ronnie said.  “He’s a dickwad.”

“He just tried to threaten me, too, and said he’s going to put me to work for him.  I think we need to be on guard.”

“We’re always on guard.” Ronnie said.  “Do you know where he came from?”

“I’ll know more information tomorrow.” I said.  “Do you have connections who can find out about him?”

“No problem, a friend of a friend is always ready to dig up dirt on a cop.” Ronnie replied.  He got up from the sofa and went over to a chest against the wall and opened a drawer.  When he turned around he was holding a new pay as you go phone.

“Start calling me on this, I don’t trust that fat pig as far as I could spit him.  Call me with anything you find out.”

I took the phone and programmed his number into it.

“Now that you bring it up, things have been going funny for the last few days.  People are acting weird and things just aren’t as steady as they were.  Do you think he’s part of that?” Ronnie asked.

“My gut says yes.” I replied.  “It hasn’t steered me wrong yet.”

“We need to talk.” Ronnie said to Bennie.  “Get everybody in here.”

I took my leave of the two and headed for home.  I had no sooner pulled out of their drive when I spotted the deputy parked on the opposite side of the road.  He gave me a shit eating grin and a limp wave as I drove past him.

Back at home, I prepared a cold lunch for the fellows.  The deputy had disturbed me and I needed time to think about what my next step should be.  He was definitely pissing me off, though.

The family came in at lunchtime with the young man who’d stopped me earlier.  I waited until everyone was seated and eating and asked, “Isn’t anyone going to introduce me?”

“Sorry,” Steve said, gulping, “this is Will McDonald, he’s going to be staying on, I think.”

I glanced at daddy and he gave me a slight nod.

“When will you be moving in?” I asked Will.

“All of my stuff is in my car, I just need to bring it in.” he replied.

“Are you always so sure of yourself?” I asked.

“No.” he said.  He glanced over at Steve and they both blushed.  “I was just really, really hopeful that you all would take me on.”

“Well, it sounds like you fit right in immediately.” I said, grinning at Steve.

Tony spoke up and said, “I got started on some of the crates in the barn last night.  I want you to see what I’ve found.”

“And I have a piece of property I want you to take a look at.” Steve said.

“After supper I’ll do both.” I said.

They all went back outside to work and I was preparing to get some of my own work done when it dawned on me that we’d made no provision for Will moving in.  A quick temporary solution occurred to me, so I spent some time putting that in place.  I was coming back from the barn shortly after when I saw the deputy’s car drive by.  I phoned Ronnie on the burner and told him about the two occasions when I’d seen the deputy today.

“I don’t like him hanging around our place.” he said.  “Thanks for the warning.”

*          *          *          *          *          *  

Immediately after supper, both Steve and Tony wanted me to accompany them.  Since it would be dark soon, I went with Steve first.

He drove me to an area I’d never seen before even though it was amazingly close to our house.  When he pulled up in front of an overgrown lot with a roof just visible over the foliage, I thought he was joking.

“Is Sleeping Beauty’s castle hidden back there?” I asked.

“In a way, you could say that.” he replied.  “Come with me.”

He and I entered the overgrowth by a path that he must have recently chopped and a moment later we were standing in front of the building he wanted me to see.  I had no idea why.

“Just keep an open mind and listen.” he said as he led me up onto the porch.
 
He opened the door, which had a broken lock, and led me inside.  We were in a wide hallway that ran from front to back of the building, an exterior door at each end.  By the light of his flashlight I could see 5 more doorways, two on each side across from each other and one right in the center on the right.

 Although the building seemed to be abandoned, it was remarkably sturdy and damage free.

He led me into each of the rooms in turn, what had once been a parlor first.  The walls were made of beaded board stacked one on top of the other.  Thick wooden trim framed the windows and doors and there was a very simple early mantel on one wall.

The next room, across the hall, had been turned into a kitchen early in the 20th century.  The same wooden walls and trim were used here and when we came back into the hallway, I noticed that it matched the two rooms.

The two back rooms had once been bedrooms and were the match to the rest of the house except instead of beaded board, the walls were wide planks.  The odd doorway in the hallway led to a bathroom that had been created by partitioning off space from the rooms on either side, again sometime early in the 20th century.

I noticed that even though the windows were boarded over, they were both high and wide.  The simple carpentry of the house made it charming in a way I’d scarcely suspected.
 
Steve walked to the back door and tried to open it without success.

“This is a big lot.” he said.  “Come around back.”

After pushing our way through the brush, we came into a large area that still showed the outlines of once having been gardened.

“There are old flowering bushes and a couple of fruit trees back here.” he told me.

“It’s really charming.” I said and he broke into a wide smile.

“It has been vacant for over 20 years.” he told me.  “No one wants it because it’s so old fashioned.  It’s one of the earliest buildings in this area.  That center hall used to be open at either end; I think they call this a dog trot house.  The hallway caught the breeze and kept it cool.”

“Is it for sale?” I asked.

“For a ridiculously small sum.  It’s a white elephant.  But even after all of this time, the roof is watertight, there are only a few broken windows and the plumbing and electrical upgrade would cost next to nothing because it’s so simple.”

“Do you think it’s rentable?” I asked.

“That’s where you need to keep an open mind.  I was thinking since it would cost so little to buy and upgrade, it could work as offices.  You need an office for your business, Daddy needs an office outside of the house, I could have an office if you’re serious about getting into rentals and I’m sure we could find a use for the 4th one.”

I already had an idea for that room.

“Look,” Steve continued, excited.  He led me to the small back porch and showed me where the hallway had been covered.

“We could open it back up so that there’s a clear shot through.  We could put iron gates at either end for more security and keep them opened back during the day.  This place needs more torn out than added to it, all of the improvements that have been made wrongly.  We could do most of the work ourselves.  It will look completely different with just the brush all cut back.”

I’d never seen him so excited before.

“I think you must be a genius.” I said.  “We can get write off on taxes, too, if we use it as offices.  We’ll probably be making money on it.  You’ve really picked a winner.”

“Do you really think so?  You’re not just saying that?”

“Start the process tomorrow and let me know how much money we need to buy it.  If I don’t have it saved, I’ll find it.  You’re going to get this house.”

Steve actually stroked the wall the way you would an animal.
 
“Let’s get back so I can see what Tony wants to show me.” I said.  “And Steve, you really must be a genius.”

That was enough to keep him smiling all the way home as he told me his plans for the house.  He was like a kid with a new toy.

Tony was waiting by the barn.  He led me inside and when he turned on the lights, I saw that he had already unpacked three of the mountain of crates.   Objects were placed at intervals around the space, lamps and vases, paintings and small chests.  It was hard to take it all in at once and it didn’t help that Tony kept up a monologue the whole time, telling me what this and that was, how it was used, what the maker and the marks were, and a whole encyclopedia of information.

“How do you know all of this?” I finally asked.

Shyly, he said, “I’ve always been interested in antiques.  I thought people would laugh at me but I’ve spent a lot of time studying up on things.  I never thought I’d get a chance to actually do anything about it, I just really liked finding out about stuff.  I think I’ve read every book at the library on the subject.”

I’d never seen him so focused before; he was like a different person.

“Are the rest of the crates filled with stuff like this?”

“Lord, I hope so.  I practically get a hard on just opening the boxes.”

He had a contented look as he told me.

“I did something today with you in mind.” I said.  “I placed an ad to buy antiques and estates.  I didn’t even know that you were so well versed; I just thought it might be something you’d like.  It will be your own business.”

“Do you really think I could?” he asked.

“I know you could.  You’re already an expert from what I just heard.  Buying and selling will be totally your domain.  Will you do it?”

He looked like he was about to burst.

“You’re damned right.” he replied, livelier looking than ever before.

“I’m going in, are you coming?” I asked.

“I’ll be in later, I just want to look at this stuff and do some polishing and cleaning.”

I left him already absorbed in the objects surrounding him.  Who would have guessed that he could be so interested?

When I got inside, Daddy, Uncle Cody, Steve and Will were in the front room, feet propped up and beers in their hands.

“We were just celebrating.” daddy said.  “Will is just what we needed around here.”

I saw Will and Steve exchange a small smile.

“There’s just one thing everyone forgot about.” I said.  “Where is Will going to sleep?”

It obviously hadn’t dawned on any of them from the look on their faces.

“I took care of it.” I said.  “Will can have the guest room where I’ve been sleeping.  I’m going to sleep in the hayloft for the time being.  I already moved my stuff out there.”

“You can’t do that.” daddy said.

“I can’t take your bed.’ Will said.

“It’s a real nice double bed, too big for me anyway.” I said, glancing at Steve.  “I’d rather see you have it.  Besides, I rest better when I’m near the horses.  We all win.”

“I don’t feel right about this.” daddy said.

“Then you’ll just have to trust me on it.” I replied.  “It’s already done.”

To Will I said, “Steve will help you bring your things in and show you where everything is, won’t you, Steve?”

He looked conflicted but he said, “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

Will, on the other hand, looked like he couldn’t wait to get started.

*          *          *          *          *          *

I left the door open in the hayloft and spread a padded comforter over the mound of hay.  I stripped off my clothing and lay down and listened to the low sounds the horses below me made as they settled for the night.  The smell of the hay and the smell of the horses soothed me and relaxed me, more than any night I’d spent in the house.  For once, I fell asleep almost immediately.

I was startled awake by a figure standing at the top of the ladder.  I felt for the knob of my lantern and turned it on.

Daddy, clad only in his boxers, was standing over me.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” he said.  “I’ve been worrying about you and just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

I had an involuntary erection, a product of some forgotten dream, which I wasn’t even aware of until I saw daddy staring at it.

“Looks like the loft agrees with you.” he said.  “Can I lie down for awhile before going back in?”

I could see that the front of his boxers had started to expand and the tip of his cock was already visible beneath the hem of his leg.

“I bet it will be even more comfortable with two.” I replied.

He pulled his shorts off, his enormous cock springing free, already half hard, and lowered himself beside me.  I couldn’t resist wrapping my hand around the swelling shaft and stroking it.

“You’re not getting ready to leave us, are you?” he asked.

I was totally surprised and I said, “Why in the world would I do that?”

“You’re setting everybody up to take care of themselves and now you’re moving out of the house.  I feel like I’m losing you.”

“Just get that thought out of your head.” I told him.  “You’re stuck with me for the duration.”

He reached over and wrapped his hand around my stiff cock.

“You know,” he said, “if you’re not every bit as well hung as Cody then I think you must be even bigger.”

“Nobody is bigger than this monster, though.” I said, still stroking the stiff shaft.  There was a pearl of precum on his piss slit and I lowered my head and licked it up.

“You know what I’d really like?” he asked.  “I want you to fuck me.”

Once again I was totally surprised.

“That might not be real pleasant for you.” I said.

“Cody and I have been fucking each other since we learned how.” he said.  “If I can handle his big dick, I’m sure I can handle yours.”

He rolled over so that he was lying on his stomach, his firm buns in a mound beside me.  His ass was just too beautiful to not touch and my hand slid over the hard muscular cheek and lodged in the hot, moist crack.

“It’s all yours if you want it.” he said.

I sat up and looked at the perfect ass beside me and as I did so he spread his legs a bit.  I got up and climbed between his legs, then lay on my stomach and rested my cheek on the firm cheek of his ass while stroking the other one.  He let out a sigh.

Using both hands, I spread the meaty cheeks open and lowered my face to his crack.  His warm ass engulfed my face.

My tongue came out and I began to lick his ass crack.  When my tongue grazed his hole, a tremor passed over his entire body.

“I love having my ass eaten.” he told me.

His hairless crack was smoother than a boy’s.  As my tongue slid up and down the length of the valley, he sighed even louder and opened his legs further.  His puckered little hole was pulsing as I looked at it and I lapped at it like an ice cream cone.

“Oh, baby, that feels so good.” he said.  I was in heaven.  I love eating ass and knowing that daddy was enjoying it as much as I inspired me to try harder.

“Tongue my hole and get it ready for your big cock.” daddy said.

I stiffened my tongue into a point and pushed it through the tight ring of ass muscle.  Daddy squirmed and raised his hips to get more of it deeper in his hole.  I tongue fucked his pucker until it started to relax, allowing me to thrust deeper.  My lips were glued around his hot hole, my tongue thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm.

“My hole is so hungry for your dick, fuck my daddy ass.” he said.

While I retrieved the lube from the rafters, daddy got up on all fours so that I could fuck his hot ass doggy style.

“This is the first time one of my sons fucked my hole.” daddy said as he looked over his shoulder and watched me lube up my stiff cock.  “I’m glad it’s you.”

I got onto my knees behind daddy’s spread ass.  His hole was pulsing, eager to be deep dicked.  I was eager to open it up.

I placed my fat cock head against the rosebud in his ass and it was so hungry that his ass lips moved against it, trying to suck it inside.  With only a little pressure, his hole opened and the big head popped inside.  As I pressed forward to sink the shaft, he pressed back against it, drawing it into him.

In no time at all, only the root of my cock was visible between his plush cheeks and his hot fuck chute was milking the shaft.

It felt like sinking my cock into a satin sheath that was surrounded by hot pudding.  The tightness was just right and made it easy for my cock to fuck in and out.

Daddy spread his legs a bit wider and sank his head to rest on his crossed arms.

“Fuck your daddy’s hole, baby.” he told me.  “Make my ass ache with that big cock.”

I don’t often fuck a guy.  I prefer to get fucked because the act of fucking butt awakens something primal in me that I’d prefer stay asleep.  All of my consciousness was centered in my cock and it wanted pleasure.

Soon my stiff cock was pile driving in and out of daddy’s ass, feeling harder and thicker than it had in a long time.  With each thrust of my cock deep into his hole, daddy let out a little grunt.  I reached under him and felt his cock.  It was hotter than molten lead and stiffer than a 2x4.
 
“Tear my guts up with your big dick.” daddy said.  “Make my ass hole bleed from being raped by your sweet dick.”

I really didn’t need any encouragement.  My animal brain had taken over and I was plugging his hole so hard that my dick hurt.  He was spreading his legs and tilting his ass up, making it easier to get all of my meat inside of him.

I don’t even know how long I fucked him.  His limp body rocked under me with every thrust and his eyes were closed and his mouth hung open.  My cock felt like it had lost a layer of skin from fucking his tight ass and my balls felt bruised from slamming against his taint with every thrust.

When my balls finally started to draw up in the sack, preparing to empty, I fucked him even harder.  As I felt the hot juice ready to squirt out of my piss hole I buried my cock in him as deep as it would go.  The slimy cum squirted into his guts, painting the ass walls with my juice.  I lost count of how many loads I shot up him.

When my balls had been wrung dry, I pushed him forward and lay on top of him.  He was wearing a slight smile.

“I bet my as will feel that for the next week.” he said.

I reached under him and felt for his cock.  It was standing straight up, hot and hard.

I eased my cock out of his well fucked hole, both of us jumping at the head clearing the tight ring.  Then, I rolled him over onto his back.

His massive dick stood up from his body like a piece of sculpture and I wrapped my hand around the base while taking the wide head into my mouth.  The thick veins that ran up either side of his shaft were pulsing with his heart beat and I could feel them as I sank the shaft into my throat.  Daddy’s cock head was almost the same circumference as his cock shaft so it slid deep into my throat with no effort.  As long as his big cock was, I could still swallow it to the root.

I wrapped a hand around his meaty ball sack and massaged the hard egg shaped orbs inside while sliding my head up and down his dick.  His legs were flung wide and I could smell my cum leaking out of his ass hole.
 
His cock tasted delicious, precum flowing out like a piss stream and I savored his flavor.  I’d forgotten how much I loved sucking his cock.

Soon he was involuntarily thrusting his hips up to meet my mouth and I knew it wouldn’t be too long before he came.  I rolled his big nuts around in my hand and made patterns on his thick cock shaft with my tongue.

I think the hot flood of cum that burst out of his cock took us both by surprise.  He made a noise deep in his throat and went rigid while I buried his cock head past my tonsils.  I could feel each throb of the monster meat as another load of juice shot into my stomach.

His body slowly relaxed.  I eased my throat up the long shaft until just the thick head was in my mouth and then I milked the shaft with my hand, pumping the last drops of cum into my mouth.  His cum always had a sweet/sour taste that I relished.  After I’d swallowed every drop I released his dick from my lips and rested my head against his hip, the big dick nestled against my mouth and nose.

“Goddamn,” daddy said after a while, “I am now truly and royally fucked.  And I mean that in the best possible way.”

“You probably say that to all of the boys.” I replied.

He pulled me up so that he could hold me in his arms while I nestled against his chest.  After a minute or two, I could gauge from his breathing that he was beginning to fall asleep.

“Alright, old man,” I said, “time for you to get back in your own bed.  Cody will be wondering where you are and you need a good night’s rest if you’re going to work tomorrow.  If you stay out here, I’ll keep you awake all night sucking and fucking.”

Daddy got up and slipped his boxers back on.  As he was preparing to descend the ladder I said, “You’re a real pervert.”

“Says the man who just shot a load up his own daddy’s ass.” daddy said with a smile.  “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”

*          *          *           *          *          *

The next morning before even going in for a shower I drove to the sheriff’s place.  As soon as I parked I could see a folded white paper held down by a stone by the doorway.

After retrieving it I checked to see that it was the deputy’s resume, then I drove home.  When I got there, I used my burner phone to photograph the sheet on the truck hood, then sent it to Ronnie’s phone.

Almost immediately he texted back, “I’ll get back to you ASAP.”

After showering I cooked a big breakfast for the family.  They wandered in, one by one, and took seats.  I noticed that daddy sat down rather gingerly with a slight grimace.  Uncle Cody, watching him, grinned and then looked at me while saying, “Your daddy seems a little uncomfortable this morning.”

“Screw you, Cody.” daddy said.

“That’s an interesting idea.” he said, still grinning at me.  “I bet what’s troubling your daddy is contagious.  I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I came down with the same symptoms one morning real soon.”

Steve and Will wandered in last of all, together.  Both of them looked as if they hadn’t slept all night.

“You two look rode hard and put up wet.” Cody remarked, still grinning.

Neither replied, though I saw Will shoot a small grin at Steve.

“I’ll be keeping an eye out today.” I said.  “I don’t pay for naptimes if people can’t get their rest at night.”

“I have no doubt.” Steve said.

My business took me into town again that day and I had no sooner parked than the deputy appeared.

“I was hoping I’d see you today.” he said.

“Well, then that makes one of us.” I replied.

“Do you know where the overlook is outside of town, smartass?” he asked.

“What’s it to you?” I asked.

The overlook was one of the few scenic spots nearby.  There were a series of small mountains north of town and on one a parking space had been cleared and paved to give a view of the town.  I guess entertainment was hard to come by around there.

“You’re going to meet me there about 11 tonight.” the deputy told me.

“I should tell you right now that I don’t date outside my species.” I said.

“Meet me, you little cocksucker, or you and your family both will be sorry.  I’ve got some interesting things to discuss with you.”

I could feel the rage coming on.

“It’s not a good idea to threaten a person’s family.” I said.

“And it’s not a good idea to underestimate me.’ he replied.  “Not everyone is as dumb as your big dicked sheriff buddy.”  He turned and walked away.

Rage is an interesting emotion.  For a lot of people, it’s uncontrollable.  Mine, on the other hand, barely showed visibly but it always took over my brain and grew hourly.  The results were never pretty.

I took care of all of my errands and was on my way back home when I got a text from Ronnie.

“Come see me ASAP.” it read.

I drove to the Nomads headquarters and Bennie met me at the door.

“Interesting developments.” was all he said.

Ronnie was in his usual spot although today he was dressed for travel.

“Thanks for getting here so quick.” he said.  “I’ve got a lot to tell you.  The resume you sent me?  I sent it on to the friend I spoke of.  He already knew the name.  Let me just say that my friend works in a government agency and he knows just about everything there is to know about what’s going on in this state.  And he knows a whole lot about Lester Chabot.”

I waited for him to continue.

“First of all, it may surprise you to find out that ole Lester is actually the illegitimate son of our upstanding state senator John Booth.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.  “Booth is one of those hard shell Evangelical right wing nuts.  He acts like he just got re-baptized every time he takes a shower.”

“I’m sure, and there’s a whole lot more.  It seems that Lester got into some trouble before he showed up here.  He was working in one of the cities in the north of the state and became a person of interest.  He may have had his hand in quite a few pots including drugs trafficking, prostitution and extortion.  There’s an open federal case on him.”

“So his daddy sent him here to hide out?” I asked.

“Maybe.  But my source also told me that there’s a much bigger story involving John Booth.  For all of his bible thumping, he’s been on the law’s radar for quite awhile, too.  He may be involved with a state wide drug network. Same with prostitution.  And other things, too.”

Ronnie hesitated and then he said, “I know that you know all about us and our business.  One of the reasons the sheriff never hassles us is because that’s all it is, a business.  We supply a need but we don’t recruit new users.  We don’t sell to kids, we don’t hurt or extort people and we sure as hell don’t get involved with prostitution.  But the guys that Lester Chabot may be involved with are totally different.  They’re scum of the earth.  They tried to take us over a few years back and it was pretty ugly.  After a few of their people showed up dead or disappeared, they left us alone.  I think they may be getting ready to try again.”

“Which would explain why the deputy is here.  Use the cops instead of avoiding them.” I said.

“Exactly.  I’m meeting with some colleagues today to find out if there’s anything on the grapevine.”

“I just saw the deputy in town.” I said.  “He threatened me and told me to meet him at the overlook tonight at 11.”

I saw Ronnie and Bennie exchange a look and Bennie said, “I don’t think I like that.”

“Don’t worry about me.” I replied.  “I’ll make sure that everyone, including the sheriff, knows exactly where I am.  I’m not afraid of him, anyway.”

“Just be careful.” Ronnie said.  “This is all tied together somehow.”

Bennie walked me out to my car and when we got there he said, “Do you want me to come with you tonight?”

“No, Bennie,” I said.  “I don’t want to take a chance on you getting hurt.”

He propped his foot on my bumper and pulled his pant leg up over his boot.  There was a sheath strapped to his calf that contained a long and deadly looking knife.  He unstrapped it and handed it to me.

“Wear this.” he said.  “If he tries to hurt you, use it.  It will get tied back to me, so you’ll be safe.”

I was so touched that I was speechless for a moment.

“Thank you, Bennie.  I won’t need to use it but I really appreciate it.  And when this is all over, I’m taking you away on a vacation.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, smiling.  “Where to?”

“It doesn’t matter.  I’m not going to let you out of the hotel room the whole time we’re gone.”

“I’d better start eating my Wheaties, then” he replied.

*          *          *          *          *          *

When the fellows came in for lunch at noon, Steve was noticeably absent.  When I asked after him daddy said, “He asked for the day off.  He said it was about something he’s working on with you.”

I didn’t find out until supper time what that meant.

The food was already on the table when Steve arrived, blackened with grime and soaked in sweat.

“Jesus, wash those hands before you eat my food.” I said.

He was all smiles, even as he washed up at the sink.  He looked like he was dying to blurt out whatever had him so happy.

When we’d all finished eating he said, “Will and Tony can do the cleanup.  You need to come with me.”

I looked over at them and they nodded so I followed Steve out to the truck.  Still grinning but not saying anything, he drove me the short distance to the little house he was so interested in.

The place looked entirely different.  He’d cut away all of the overgrowth in the front so that the façade was visible from the road.  It looked like a child’s drawing of a house.

“You did all of this today?” I asked.

“This, and a lot more.  Come and look.”

“But Steve, what if we don’t get it?  All of your work will be wasted.”

“We’ve already got it.” he replied.  “I went into town this morning and spoke to the realtors.  You would have thought that I’d saved the whole office from drowning when they heard why I was there.  They called the owner, he was so glad that he said I could buy the whole place for a thousand dollars.”

“That’s giving it away.” I said.

“They thought I was crazy to pay that.  They were so anxious to get rid of it, they let me sign a contract pending your signature and I left them one of our checks.”

He suddenly looked worried.

“I hope that’s alright.”

“Steve, if you weren’t so filthy and smelly I’d kiss you.” I said.  “We’ll go in tomorrow morning first thing and I’ll take them cash.  This place is yours.”

“Come and see.” he said, blushing.  “It’s even better than I imagined.”

There was an old flagstone path to the front porch that had been covered by the overgrowth, still in perfect shape.  Steve led the way.

He’d already removed the front and back partition that had blocked the dogtrot hallway.  Light poured into the hallway and as I stood on the porch I could feel a breeze blowing through.
 
“We’ll use deck paint on this floor.” he said as he led me into the hallway.  “Several coats so that it’s weather proof.”

He had torn all of the boards off of the windows and washed them and when he led me into the first room, I couldn’t believe how different it was.  Light poured in, even this late in the day.  The room was a perfect square so it felt comfortable anywhere you stood.  I had thought the walls were painted but the old beaded boards had simply been varnished years before and now shone with a deep honey color.  He’d pulled all of the old furniture out and swept and mopped the floor.

“This is so nice I want to live here.” I said.

“Come and see the rest.” he said, bursting with excitement.

He’d emptied the entire place of debris and cleaned.  Each room was light and airy, the walls glowing in the late afternoon light.  Even the bathroom which I’d been afraid to enter the first time was light from a big window that had been added to the space.  The fixtures were old and with a charm of their own.

“We can keep these, can’t we?” I asked.

“They’re in perfect condition, just dirty.” he said.  “I was hoping you’d like them.”

Steve then led me back outdoors through the back door.  He had started removing the aged vinyl siding on the back of the building, exposing a covering of wooden shingles.

“These are cedar.” he told me.  “They’ve never been painted.  I already checked and it’s still possible to get the same type, if there are bad spots we can just add new ones.  They’ll last forever.”

I walked out into the bushes to view the building and for the first time I noticed that he roof line was high enough to hold another room.

“Is there an attic to this place?” I asked.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to notice.  Come back inside.”

When Steve and I reached the end of the hallway, he picked up a long pole with a hook on the end that I’d not even noticed.  Smiling, he raised one end to the ceiling and caught a ring, then pulled down.  A section of the ceiling opened and a pair of stairs slanted into the hallway.

“Let me get a flashlight.” he said.

He brought one in from the front room and started up the stairs, me following.  At the top we stopped with the upper portions of our bodies in the attic.  He turned the flashlight on and slowly swept the space.

The entire attic was filled with old furniture, trunks, boxes and bags.  There wasn’t even a path to get through the room.

“What is all of this?” I asked.

“From what I can see, it’s about the last hundred year’s worth of accumulation.  The people who lived here must have never thrown anything away.”

“Wait until Tony gets a load of this.” I said.

“There’s more.” Steve said.  “There’s a cellar, too, that you can only get to from outside.  When I forced the door open, the space looked just as packed as this.  Do you think Tony will want to get it sorted?”

“I think you just made your brother’s year.” I said.  “We’ll probably have to tie him to his bed to keep him from spending his nights here.”

“I’ll get the power turned on tomorrow, and then he can have at it.  Are you going to tell him tonight?”

“No, you’re going to tell him, it’s your discovery.  And you’ll have to decide when he can start.”

I thought this was a good time to bring up my idea for the front room.

“You know how much Tony likes going through all of the crates and how much he’s going to love this.  Well, I started him on a business venture, buying and selling estates and antiques.”

“He’s going to be in heaven doing that.” Steve said.

“Here’s the other thing.” I said.  “As soon as you showed me this place and told me your ideas, I got an idea, too.  The big front room with the mantel would make a really nice little shop for him.  He could open it on his own schedule and I can do all of his books for him.  We can all help him moving stock and things like that.  What do you think?”

Steve put his arm over my shoulder and hugged me to his side.

“I think I’d better ask daddy if I can have about a week off.  I’m going to need to do a lot of work on this place to get it ready.” he replied.

*          *          *          *          *          *  

I was feeling really good about how things were turning out but there was still the problem of the deputy.  I knew that my meeting with him later that night was not going to be easy or pleasant.  But I needed to know exactly what he was up to.

The time finally arrived for me to leave for the meeting.  The overlook is only about five miles outside of town and as I drove into the parking area, my headlights showed the deputy’s car facing the view and waiting.  I parked behind him.

I opened my door at the same time that he did and he barked, “Get in the passenger side.”

“Come back here, I’m afraid of heights.” I told him.

He made a great production out of exiting his car and walking back to mine.  I noticed a file folder in his right hand when he came toward me.

“You really are a little pussy.” he said.  “The view is great.”

“And it’s on the edge of a sheer drop of who knows how high.  I prefer to be back here.”  I didn’t trust the son of a bitch enough to sit in his car.

“It’s a good thing you showed up, you little bastard.” he said.

“What do you want, asshole, I need to get to bed.” I replied.

He took his phone out of his pocket and pressed a few things, then handed it to me.  The picture on the screen showed the sheriff’s house.

“Press the play button.” he told me.

“When I did, the view moved forward until it was right outside the front door.  At first I wasn’t sure what I was seeing but then I realized.  He had filmed the sheriff and me having sex the other night.  His phone even had a zoom function and there was no mistaking who was fucking and how.

“So you’re a peeping tom?” I asked.

He took the phone from my hand and said, “You sure look like you’re enjoying that big dick.  Later on, it looks like he’s really enjoying sucking your big meat, too.”

“You dragged me all the way up here to show me your amateur porn, dickhead?  I’m not impressed.”

“Maybe you’re not but I bet the people in town will be when this shows up on the internet.  Your fuck buddy will probably be run out of town.”

Now we were getting someplace.

“And, of course, you’d step in for him.  Are you trying to blackmail us?”

“Sheriff Big Dick is on his way out, regardless.” the deputy said.  “This town is in for a lot of changes in the next few months.  And that’s where you come in.  Do you see this file?”

I nodded.

“I’ve found out some very interesting things about you.” he said.  “Starting all the way back when you tried to kill your own brothers.”

I didn’t respond.

“Then there was an incident where one of the jocks at your school got put in the hospital.  And a real good buddy of yours wound up shot in the face and left for dead.  Any of this sounding familiar?”

“Gosh,” I said, “you know how to use the internet.”

“When people get shot in the face, it’s by someone who hates them, usually a husband or boyfriend.”

I sat listening.

“All of that was before you even moved here.  Since you did, it seems like everybody who causes you trouble or gives you shit winds up dead.”

“People die every day.” I said.  “If I had anything to do with any of it, the sheriff would have arrested me by now.”

“Not if you’re fucking his brains out.” the deputy said.  “He might even come under suspicion for covering it up.”

“Nice try.” I said.  “You’ve got nothing to go on.”

“I’ve got enough to make your life hell and his.  And, I have plans for your sweet little family, too.  Strange that your father and uncle didn‘t have a pot to piss in a couple of months ago, then you show up and the bills get paid.  Not only that, there‘s enough money to buy a rental.  Sounds like whatever you‘re into, they‘re part of.”

I sat watching him, wondering if I could draw the knife on my leg fast enough to gut him.

“I didn’t just fall into this shithole.” he told me.  “There are plans for this place, plans by people a lot bigger than me.  And you’re going to help me make them happen.  I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw you driving out from those motorcycle jerks’ place the other day.  They’re part of the agenda.”

“They might not like that.” I said.

“They’re already in line to get fucked and you’re going to help me get them out of the way.  You’re going to be my little spy.  You’re going to let me know everything about their business, the entire how’s and where’s and then they all go to jail.”

“You think it’s that easy?”

“It’s that easy, jerkwad.  My friends want their business and they have big plans for expansion.”

“So, they put you in the sheriff’s office and you help them run the county.”

“Now you’re finally getting it.  If you don’t do as I tell you, you, the sheriff and your asshole family are in deep shit.  There’s nothing you can do except play along.”

“You’re really giving me no choice.” I said.  I doubt that he interpreted that statement as I meant it.

“We’re going to be best buddies from now on.” the deputy told me.  “You’re going to do anything and everything I tell you and then maybe I’ll leave you and your family alone.”

“I need to get home, now.” I replied.  “I need my beauty sleep.”

“I’ll be seeing you, then.” he said as he started to get out of the car.

“Could you roll that window down?” I asked him.  “There’s a foul odor in here.”

He gave me a sickly grin and then went to his car.  Before I could even turn my key, he made a tight U-turn and sped past me, back down the hill.

I needed a plan.  The deputy needed to be taken care of.

I had been sitting there for a couple of minutes, looking at the view and thinking, when there was a soft rap on the driver’s door.  I looked out and Bennie was standing there.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Are you protecting me?” I asked.  I had to smile at the idea.

“I just wanted to make sure that you had backup if anything went wrong.” Bennie said.  “What did he want?”

I opened the door and walked around to the front of the car and leaned against the hood with Bennie beside me.

“There are plans to take over all of your business and expand.” I told him.  “Some high powered organization wants in and I’m supposed to help them make it happen.”

Bennie didn’t look surprised or even upset.

“Did you know already?” I asked.

“Not exactly.  We knew someone was sniffing around.  And Ronnie got a call earlier this evening from John Booth, the senator.  He said he’s stopping by our place tomorrow to discuss some business.  He didn’t ask, he told Ronnie to be available.”

“So now we know who we’re dealing with.” I said.

Bennie didn’t reply and we stood side by side looking at the vista.

“I’ll come up with a plan.” I told him.  “He threatened my family.”

I reached over and felt the big bulge of cock meat filling Bennie’s denim crotch.

“If you like looking at the view, I bet it would look even better while you were getting your cock sucked.” I said as I eased his zipper down over the growing meat.

*          *          *          *          *          *

By dawn I had the beginning of a plan.  As soon as it was light I phoned Ronnie.

“Is there somewhere that I could see and hear your meeting with John Booth today without him knowing?” I asked.

“I can arrange that.” he replied.  He then told me that Booth wasn’t due until 2pm, plenty of time for me to deal with other matters.

As soon as Steve was up and about, we left for the real estate office.  We were the first ones there and were back out again in less than half an hour.  They were more than happy to accept cash and I saw the people in the office smirk at each other in regard to our foolishness.

Back on the street I said to Steve, “Let me know if you need anything else.  I can’t wait to see the place when you’re done with it.”

We had brought separate vehicles so I left him in town to attend to the power and water issues.  I wasn’t prepared to run into the deputy yet so I headed back home.

I was up to my ears in accounting when I looked up to see Tony standing in the office doorway.

“Did you buy the building?” he asked.

“It’s all done.  Steve told you about what part you need to play?”

“He did and daddy said that if I get everything done, I can go over and start today.”  He stood there a few moments before looking back up at me, almost shyly.  “Steve said that I can have a shop there, too.”

“It’s not a huge space but it’s a good start.” I said.

“You really think I can do it?” he asked.

“I think you’re a guaranteed success.” I replied.
 
He went back out to work and I went back to work also.  Time sped by and after lunch I headed toward the Nomads’ clubhouse.

Bennie met me, as usual, at the door and brought me in to where Ronnie was perched on the sofa.

“There’s no doubt that Booth and the deputy are working together.” I said.  “Why do you think Booth is coming here?”

“To scope us out and try to take over with as little fuss as possible.” Ronnie said.  “It’s happened before.”

We heard the sound of an auto coming down the drive and Bennie ushered me over to a concealed doorway, which he opened.  Inside was a room about the size of a double closet.  One wall was a pane of glass that on the outside appeared to be a mirror set into the wall.  There was perfect visibility into the main room.

“This must come in handy when fucking is going on outside.” I said.

“Ask some of the guys.” Bennie said with a smile.  “They fight for standing room when they know that you’re going to be coming over.”

Bennie closed me inside and I watched as he crossed back over to the main entrance.  There must have been concealed slots into the room because I could also hear everything perfectly.

As I watched, Bennie led John Booth into the room.  He was almost as tall as Bennie but cadaverously thin, with a shock of white hair that resembled a lion’s mane.  He was handsome in a generic way but he had the coldest, most piercing blue eyes that I’ve ever seen.  He didn’t introduce himself or acknowledge Ronnie; he simply walked over and sat down in a chair across from him.

After a moment, Ronnie asked, “So, to what do we owe this honor?”

“I’ve heard a lot about you and your business.” Booth said.  “I came here to make you an offer.”

“We’re really not interested in changing anything at the moment.” Ronnie replied.

“Hear me out.” Booth said.  “From now on, you all work for me.”

“I don’t think so.” Ronnie said.

“What you think doesn’t matter.” Booth said.  “I’m taking over your territory and you can either work for me or I can arrange for the whole lot of you to find yourselves in prison or dead.  I didn’t get to Washington by making deals with scumbags like you.  I can have this place emptied and demolished if you want to fuck around.”

“And what’s in it for us?” Ronnie said.

“A flat 20%.  I handle product, you do distribution.  That’s all you do.  And if you don’t do it well, you’re out.”

“We’re going to give you 80% of our take while you sit in an office somewhere?”

“That’s the way it is.  20% or nothing.”  Booth turned to Bennie and said, “I’ll have a scotch.  Ice, no water.”

“Gosh,” Bennie said, “it’s too bad we’re fresh out or I’d tell you to get it yourself.”

Booth gave him a sick smile and turned back to Ronnie.

“I’m here overnight only.  I expect my first installment tomorrow morning.  Have one of your flunkies bring it around to the motel.” he paused and looked at Bennie.  “Not this one.  He’s going to be looking for a new job.”

He stood up and started toward the door.

“I don’t need to remind you what’s at stake.  I’ve been at this a lot longer than any of you and I don’t take any shit.  No one would be surprised if a half assed motorcycle gang wound up with bullets in all of their brains in the ruins of their burned down club house.  Inter gang rivalry and all that, you know.”

He turned and walked out.

I waited until I heard his engine start and then burst out of the hidden room.

“Can you have someone follow him?” I asked Ronnie.  “I need to know his room number.  And tell them to hang around a while, see if anyone comes or goes or if he’s got eyes on him.”

Ronnie turned to Bennie and nodded and Bennie left the room.

“Do you have a plan?” Ronnie asked.

“I think so.  I’ll need your help.”

“Just tell me what you need.” Ronnie said.

“First of all, is there someone who can deliver a bottle of scotch to the senator?  The best available so that he won’t be able to resist opening it?”

Ronnie got up and opened a cabinet.  He withdrew a packaged bottle of a type I’d never seen.

“This is the best scotch made.” he said.  “I got it in a trade and I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

“This is the occasion, then.’ I said.

He walked over to another door and opened it, then motioned one of his men to come to him.  He explained what he wanted him to do and the man took the bottle.

“Knock on his door and tell him it’s a gift from Ronnie to make up for being so inhospitable.” I told the man.

He looked at Ronnie who nodded and he spun on his heel and left.

“What else do you need?” he asked me.  Bennie had returned and he stood listening.

“First, I need to know something.  When you get bad product, stuff that’s either badly made or has been diluted, what do you do with it?”

“We usually try to sell it on to a small dealer, someone who hasn’t got connections, just to make our expenses back.  Why?”

“Do you have any of that stockpiled around here right now?”

“We do.”

“I want to buy it.  All of it.  I can’t pay you right now but I’m good for it.”

“If this is going to get rid of the deputy and Booth, it will be my contribution to the cause.  How do you want us to pack it?”

“If you have a briefcase, fill it as full as possible.  Then another bag, a back pack or something like that, filled too.”

Bennie said, “I’m on it.” and left again.

“Finally,” I said, “I need something that doesn’t mix so well with scotch.  Something that will knock you out without necessarily killing you.  I want him manageable but not dead.”

“Seconal.” Ronnie said.  “The Marilyn Monroe cocktail.  Unless he keeps taking it, he’ll keep breathing.  Pills or powder?”

“Powder.” I said.  “Enough to put him out of commission for several hours.  Add a couple of pills in a vial, too.”

“He won’t wake up till morning.” Ronnie said.

“With any luck, not even then.” I replied.
 
While Ronnie was attending to the Seconal, Bennie came back with the two bags, a briefcase and a gym bag.  Both were obviously weighty.

“I’ll take the briefcase.” I said.  “Hold on to the other.”

Ronnie returned and handed me a baggie with a couple of ounces of white powder and a vial with 3 capsules inside.

“Anything else?” he asked.

“Just two more things and then I’ll get to work.” I said.  “Do you have anyone who’s good at housebreaking?”

Ronnie smiled at Bennie and said, “Get Sean in here.”  Bennie went to do so.

“The final item.” I said.  “Can I borrow a helmet with a face shield?”

Ronnie went to a closet and came back with the helmet.  He surveyed the items and said, “When this is all over, you know you’re going to have to explain to me how all of this fits together.”

Bennie returned with Sean, a handsome young man in his mid-twenties.

“I need you to break into a house without leaving a trace.” I said.

“What am I stealing?” he asked.

“You’re not.  You’re going to take this bag with you and leave it under the bed.  That’s all.”

“And whose house is it?” he asked.

“The new deputy’s” I replied.

“This is going to be fun, then.” Sean said.

Bennie helped me out to the car with the items I’d requested and just as I was about to leave he said, “I guess I don’t have to tell you to be careful.”

“No, I’m always careful.  By midnight, this should all be over with.”

“Well, be careful, anyway.” he said, then leaned down through the driver’s window and kissed me.

“I’ll be careful now, just so I can come back for more of that.” I told him afterward.

Driving away, I texted daddy and told him something had come up.  He and the others would need to make their own supper tonight.

*          *          *          *          *          *

The town only had one motel, Norman Bates era.  I spotted one of the Nomads in a beat up Ford Focus parked across the street, so after I parked my car I walked over to where he was.  He never even looked at me when I slid into the car beside him.

“Has anyone come or gone?” I asked.

“No one except our Lou with a bottle of booze.  He’s stayed inside the whole time.”

“Hopefully he’s already opened the bottle.  Do you need a bathroom break or food?” I asked.

“I came prepared.” he said and showed me a plastic gallon jug already holding a couple of inches of yellow piss.

“Which room is he in?” I asked.

“113, right on the end.  There’s a camera over the office doorway but that’s the only one I’ve seen.”

We sat in the car together, occasionally conversing, until 7PM.  I had already decided that this was another of the Nomads that I was going to get to know much, much better by that time.  When just before 7, he unzipped his fly and fished out a long thick cock and proceeded to add a couple of inches of piss to his jug, my interest became even deeper.

“I’ve got to do an errand.” I said.  “How does a meatball sub sound to you?”

When he agreed, I got out and went to my car and pulled away.  Our little town doesn’t have much to recommend it but it does have a great Italian sandwich shop.  It was only a few minutes away.

I went inside and ordered 2 meatball subs, one with extra cheese, extra onions, extra garlic and extra sauce.  When my order was ready, I asked the young man behind the counter to ring them up separately.

 As he did so, I said, “I’ve got a little nephew who loves this place.  He’d eat here everyday if he could.  And, he collects hats.  Is there any chance I could give you five bucks or so for the one you’re wearing?”

It was a billed cap in red and green that across the front proclaimed, “Angelo’s Italian Sandwich Shop-Est. 1989”
.
The young man smiled reached under the counter.

“We keep extras for employees who forget theirs.” he told me.  “Just tell your nephew to wear it next time he comes in.”

I added the 5 dollars to his tip and left with the two sandwiches.

After purchasing a couple of cans of beer at the Quik-Stop, I returned to the waiting Nomad at the motel.  I gave him his sandwich and beer, and then said, “Keep an eye out.  I have to make a delivery, and then I’ll come back and spend some more time with you.”

I went to my car and very carefully unwrapped the second sandwich, the one with extra everything.  The extra sauce was running out of the sandwich onto the paper and I carefully removed everything except the sauce from the bun.  I opened the packet of Seconal and sprinkled it over the sauce, then used my finger to mix the two together.  You couldn’t tell anything had been added.  Then, just as carefully, I rebuilt the sandwich and rewrapped it, making sure to fold the same creases into the paper.

When the sandwich was prepared, I slipped on an old blue windbreaker that I keep in the car and the restaurant cap.

I got out, walked along the edge of the highway and crossed over to room 113.

John Booth answered almost immediately and from the fumes and his unsteadiness, it was obvious that he had more than sampled the Scotch.

“That’ll be $9.98 with all of the extras.” I said, thrusting the bag toward him.

He looked surprised and then he said, “You’ve got the wrong room.”

I made a show of looking at the receipt, then at the door number and said, “You didn’t order a deluxe meatball sub?”

“Sorry, wrong room.” he said and made as if to close the door.

“I get it now.” I said.  “This happens at least once a week.  The kids in this town don’t have much to do, so they phone in fake orders for amusement.  The little bastards are probably around here somewhere watching and laughing.”

“Sorry for your trouble.” John Booth said.

“Well, this is my last order and I’ll be damned if I’m going all the way back to the shop to explain.  Do you want a meatball sub deluxe?  I’ll just take the receipt in tomorrow and say no one answered the door.”

“Come to think of it, I haven’t really eaten today.” John Booth said.  Judging from his skeletal body, it wasn’t a rare occurrence.

“Then take it and enjoy.” I said.  “It’s still hot.  It’s got extra everything so it should be really tasty.”

I handed him the bag, said, “Thanks for being so agreeable.” and walked away down the sidewalk.

When I heard his door close, I walked across the lot to the highway edge again, giving the office camera a wide berth.

After getting rid of the hat and windbreaker, I went back to the other car.  It was completely dark by now.

When I slid inside my companion said, “My name is Bill, by the way.”

“I’m Andy.” I replied.

“Oh, we all know who you are.”

“You mean that in a good way, I hope.”

“Ronnie and Bennie, you’re like a real special friend to them.” he said.

“Are you one of the guys who like to watch guests through the two way mirror?” I asked.

“I guess so.” he replied, his face reddening.  I noticed that at the same time, his crotch was swelling.

“Is that why you flashed me with your dick earlier?”

“I didn’t think it would hurt to let you know that Ronnie and Bennie aren’t the only ones with a big dick. Just in case you’re interested.”

I reached my hand across the seat and cupped the swollen mound in his pants.  Even through the denim I could feel the burning heat of his stiff dick.

“I’m very interested.” I said.  “Why don’t you slide those jeans down and I’ll show you how much.”

He undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly and raised his hips to get the jeans down.  His big stiff prick, long and fat, slapped back against his belly when it was freed.

I pushed his pants all of the way down to his ankles and pulled his knee up so that his leg was curled on the seat and he was half facing me, his hard meat jutting up from his crotch.

“Keep watching the door.” I said as I wrapped my hand around the hot meaty shaft.  “I’ll take care of things down here.”

I slid onto my knees so that my head was level with his dick.  It was one of those ones that, even when fully hard, the skin on the shaft is loose and easily moved.  The fat head had a big flange all around the edge except in the front, like a helmet.  His piss slit was long, a good indication that he’d shoot a big load.
I licked the piss slit and tremors passed through his body.

“Have you ever had a guy suck your dick?” I asked.

“You’re my first.” he replied.

When my mouth closed around his cock head, he let out a soft whimper and as my lips began to slide down the shaft, he let out a long sigh.

My tongue played over the smooth head and dug into his piss hole.  He squirmed.  I held his heavy balls in the palm of my hand while my head bounced up and down on his dick.
 
Nobody can last very long when they get their first blowjob, especially when I’m giving it.  His cock kept pulsating, growing bigger and stiffer in my mouth before shrinking a bit.  I knew it was probably because he was afraid to cum in my mouth, so he was trying to hold off.

I slid a finger between his legs and in between his ass cheeks until I located his tightly clenched ass hole.  Using t he tip of my finger, I pressed against it and massaged it.  He whimpered again and his cock got even bigger.

I could feel his balls shifting in their sack so it was no surprise when my mouth was suddenly flooded with hot cum.  As I had suspected, he was the type who shoots a gusher.  I sucked hard on the swollen cock head, gulping down the sweet juice.  His cum tasted delicious.

When he had drained his balls into my stomach and his dick was starting to go soft, I let him go and slid back up into my seat.  He was lying back with his head against the seat.

“How was that?” I asked.

“That was the best head job I ever had in my life.” he replied.

He sat watching the motel, his dick shrinking in his lap.  I reached over and scooped up the last few drops oozing out of his piss hole with my fingers and licked it up while he watched.

Finally I said, “It’s time for me to go to work.  Thanks for such a pleasant evening.”

“I’m the one who should be doing the thanking.” he replied.

I got out of the car, and then leaned back down to look in the window.

“We can do that again, Bill, any time you want, just let me know.” I told him.

“I was hoping you’d say something like that.”

“If you’ve never had a guy blow you, I guess you’ve never fucked a guy’s butt, either.”

“I always wanted to try.”

“Call me, soon.” I said.  “Teaching you everything there is to know about gay sex is going to be my new project.”

His cock had already started to grow again.

I walked back over to room 113 and knocked on the door.  There was no answer, so I slipped on a pair of latex gloves that I had in my pocket. I took two paper clips out of my other pocket.  In no time at all, I had tripped the lock on the door.
 
Inside, John Booth was passed out on top of the bedspread, fully clothed with his feet still on the floor.  I kicked him in the ankle but he just made a noise in his throat and unsuccessfully tried to turn over.  I went through his pockets and found his phone, an appointment book, and a small ledger of some sort, an address/telephone book, car keys and his wallet.  I placed them all on the dresser top.

Then, making sure that the door was unlocked I went back out to my car.  I carried the briefcase, the pill vial and the helmet into his room.  The briefcase I opened and placed on one side of the bed, away from the door and window.  The pill vial went on the night stand after I made sure it was clean of any prints.  I picked up the remains of the sandwich and shredded it, then flushed the remains down the toilet and wadded the wrapper and bag up in my pocket.

I went back and kicked him in the calf, this time, and he tried to rouse himself off of the bed without success.  I picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts.  When I found the only entry marked LC, I knew it must be the deputy.

Bill had given me his number so I used my phone to call him.  When he answered I told him to drive to the deputy’s place and let me know as soon as he left the house.  I waited five minutes to give him time to get into position, and then I used the senator’s phone to text Lester Chabot.

 “Meet me at the overlook ASAP.” it read.

Less than 5 minutes later, Bill called.

“He ran out of there like a scalded cat.” he said.

I hung up with him and then, leaving all of the rest on the dresser top, I picked up the keys to the senator’s car.  Picking up the senator was a lot harder.

I finally got him onto his feet and propelled him toward the door.  Him being so tall and me being so small, it probably looked comical, but I was finally able to half carry, half drag him out to his car and dump him into the passenger seat.  He made a few noises but that was all.

The vehicle was one of those big, vintage BMW’s that weigh a ton.  I couldn’t have asked for better.

I started his car and drove toward the overlook.  It really isn’t that far from town so I was there before I realized it, almost.  I stopped at the bottom of the winding road up the hill and put on the helmet with the visor down, then started up the hill.

When I was almost at the summit, I could see the deputy’s tail lights ahead of me, parked as he had before.  I pressed the accelerator down to the floor.

I could see the deputy’s eyes in his rear view mirror as the car bore down on him and his eyes widened as I got closer.

The impact wasn’t as loud as I’d expected and just before the airbag inflated, I saw the deputy’s car fly forward through the guard rail and disappear over the edge of the cliff.

The helmet had prevented my being hit in the face with the airbag panel and except for a jolted feeling, I was unharmed.  I opened the door and fought the airbag into deflation, then walked over to the edge of the overlook.  The deputy’s car was lying far below on its top and as I watched, the engine burst into flame.  By the time I made it back to the senator’s car there was a loud whooshing noise and a bright light flaring up from below.

Miraculously, the senator’s car was still running.  I’d pulled the hand brake on impact.

I reached into the car and pulled the senator’s bony body over until he was sitting upright in the driver’s seat.  I arranged his feet and placed the right one on the accelerator, then reached over and released the hand brake.  The car lurched forward, then gained a bit of speed and flew through the same hole that the deputy’s car had made at the cliff edge.  When I walked over and looked down, the BMW was almost on top of the deputy’s car and was beginning to burn also.

There was a full moon and it was a lovely night.  I pulled out my burner phone and called Ronnie.

“Have Sean deliver the bag.” I said and he hung up without responding.

I was facing a long walk back to town but I had all night.  I was walking along, swinging the helmet in my hand, when I became aware of a car coming up behind me with no headlights.  There was no place to hide, so I stepped to the side of the road.  I’d say I’d had a motorcycle accident and was walking to town if they stopped.

The car rolled up abreast of me and the tinted window lowered.

“Need a ride?” Bennie asked me from the driver’s seat.

“Did you follow me?” I asked.

“Of course not.” he said.  “I was just out for a lovely moonlight drive and happened upon you.”

“My ass.’ I said as I climbed in.

We drove along a few miles in silence and when we were close to town he switched on the headlights.
Without looking at me he said, “I never thought I’d say this but you’re the kind of guy I could rally get serious about.”

I didn’t say anything.

“I think I’m in love with you.” he said.  “I don’t expect anything in return; I just wanted you to know.”

I knew I had to make some reply so I said, “Bennie, I’m not the kind of person people should fall in love with.  There’s a whole lot you don’t know.”

“I know what I need to.” he said.  “Besides, it’s too late now.”

I reached over and clasped his hand in mine.  Getting rid of the deputy and the senator hadn’t even disturbed me but the thought that I might hurt this big tough man’s emotions sent knives through me.

“Could you please take me home?” I asked.  “We’ll talk about this more tomorrow.”

I held his hand all of the way home without speaking and when we pulled up in front of the ranch, I got out and leaned into his window.

“You can do a lot better than me.” I said.

He was about to make a reply when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I leapt away from the car and Bennie opened the door and jumped out.  When I turned around, Tony was standing in front of me.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack.” I said to him.  “What’s the big idea?”

“I saw you drive up, so I came over.” he said.  

I got a better look at him in the moonlight.  His face was streaked with dirt, his fair hair was standing upright with dust and sweat and his clothes were covered in grime.

“I was over at the new house.” he said.  “I had the best time.”

I became aware of Bennie standing by the car and I said, “Bennie, meet my brother Tony.  He’s not usually such a mess.”

I saw Tony give him an appraising once over and then he stepped forward to shake hands.

“I hope you and I can be as friendly as you and Andy seem to be.” he said.  Tony apparently liked what he saw.

*          *          *          *          *          *

Ten days later, I was sitting in the sheriff’s office.  Everything was back to where it had originally been and the sheriff had hired a cleaning crew to come in and scrub the place down.  Even the deputy’s odor had disappeared.

The senator and the deputy hadn’t been found until the next day when someone noticed the guard rail missing at the overlook.  The county coroner said he thought that death was instantaneous for both of them.  I hoped not.

The morning of that next day, I walked into town to retrieve my car.  While there, I walked into the parking lot of the motel and from the end farthest from the office, I called the FBI tip line from my burner.  The tip I left said that there was a large quantity of narcotics in room 113.  I hoped that I sounded like one of the cleaners but it was irrelevant.

Apparently the FBI, DEA and who knows who all were interested in the senator.  When news of his death broke, they swooped into town like crows.  His motel room was picked apart and then the deputy’s place was swept clean.  With the information they collected, they were making announcements of new arrests on the news every evening.  They were crowing that they’d shut down a state wide drug and prostitution ring.  No one even paid any attention to the lowly Nomads.

The sheriff was standing with his back to me and when he turned around, he was holding a file folder he’d taken from the file cabinet.  He held it out to me and I saw that it was the file the deputy had started on me.

“I pulled this before the feds seized his other files.” he said.

“Have you read it?” I asked.  It was hard to look him in the face.

“There’s can’t be anything there that I don’t already know.”  I could feel his eyes on me.
“Except, maybe, how friendly you’ve gotten with the Nomads.  What’s up with that?”

“You’ve seen those guys.” I replied, looking up at him.  “Do you think I could resist getting some of that?”

He burst into laughter and then said, “Understood.  If we weren’t on opposite sides of the fence, I’d probably be making a play for those two head guys myself.”

“What are you going to do with the file?” I asked.

He walked over to his shredder, turned it on and fed the file into it.

“What file?” he asked.

I still felt uncomfortable sitting there.

“Andy,” he finally said, “I’ve been doing this job longer than you’ve been alive.  I already told you that there wasn’t anything I don’t already know.  I don’t need to know any more.  You need to remember who your friends are.”

*          *          *          *          *          *  

A few evenings later, I picked the sheriff up in front of his house.

“Why all of the mystery and why couldn’t I wear my uniform?” he asked after he was seated.

“I told you, it’s a surprise party.  Your uniform wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“I feel undressed in civilian clothes.” he said.

I drove him to the other side of town, all the way to the outskirts, and stopped in front of a small frame house.  The curtains were drawn but you could see the flicker of candle light shining through.

“Come on,” I said, “Let’s not keep our hosts waiting.”
 
He grumbled but he got out of the car and followed me up the walk way.  I didn’t bother to knock, just opened the door and walked in.  When he came in behind me, he pulled up short.

Ronnie, clad in a robe as usual was reclining on a sofa, as usual.  Bennie was sitting in a soft chair nearby clad only in a pair of cotton gym shorts.  The legs were so short that his fat cock head peeked out of the hem.

“Surprise!” I said.

The sheriff stood on his spot, seemingly unable to move.

“We’ve never met.” Ronnie said, rising and walking toward us.  “I’m Ronnie and this is my best friend Bennie.” he said to the sheriff.

Bennie also stood and walked toward us, his sculptured body highlighted by the candle glow and his cock thickening as he moved.

“Alex.” the sheriff choked out, looking from one gorgeous man to the other.

“Strangers when we meet, I guess.” Ronnie said.  “This house belonged to my grandmother.  No one except Bennie even knows about it.  I keep it for special occasion when I need to be super discreet.”

Both of the men had moved forward until they were almost touching the sheriff’s body.

“I’ll pick you up at dawn.” I said as I started to leave.  “This is your party, sheriff.”

I stepped outside but then I couldn’t resist opening the door and peeking back inside.  Bennie had stepped behind the sheriff and had his arms around his torso, the sheriff’s head resting on his shoulder while Bennie’s wet tongue explored the sheriff’s ear.  Ronnie was in front of him, his robe hanging open and his hands busy unbuttoning the sheriff’s jeans while kissing his neck.  Even from where I was, I could see the sheriff’s stiff cock straining to be free.