Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #21 (6.3)

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The Sheriff #21(6.3)

After a while, Dustin was beginning to wonder if Jordan’s big plan for tonight was to take the scenic tour of Tucker Falls. It certainly appeared that way, at least from his perspective. Jordan was driving randomly around town. He stopped occasionally, but only at some convenience store, and only to get more beer. Dustin was growing more and more frustrated at the way this evening was headed. He wanted to get rid of the two in the back seat and get down to other business. They didn’t seem to mind the extended drive. They were laughing and drinking, making stupid jokes that Dustin did his best to ignore, and they tossed the empties out the window without giving any thought as to who they might hit.

As the shadows of night began to blanket Tucker Falls, Jordan left the main drag and began to wind his way through various residential areas, staying away  now from the brightly lit business districts. Dustin began to think maybe he should just ask to go home, call it a night, and try again later. But every time he started to move away from Joran, Jordan’s palm would press against his crotch, and he’d begin to rub Dustin’s cock through the material of his pants, and Dustin would forget everything but the feel of Jordan, and his desire to be alone with him, and he would hold his tongue. Things had to get better, right?

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what Rusty’s problem was, and what he needed Dustin for.  And when would they get to the part of the story where they solved the problem, so they could lose those two for the rest of the evening and have some real fun.

Dustin really began to wonder what was going on when they found themselves in one of the ritzier areas of Tucker Falls. The people who lived in these huge houses had some serious bucks. These were not people who worked menial jobs for a living, like Dustin or his cousin. Dustin had never been in any of these houses, never even met anyone who owned one. It seemed unlikely that any problem Rusty had was anything to do with people like the ones who lived here.

So he was surprised when Jordan turned down a quiet street which had only a few houses on it, and terminated in a cul-de-sac.

“Why are we stopping?” Dustin asked.

“Because we’re here,” was Jordan’s simple answer.

Dustin looked from Rusty, , who was grinning broadly in the back seat, to the large, dark house they sat in front of. What connection could there be between them? Not to mention, the placed showed no sign of life. Maybe the homeowners were in bed?

“Here’s the story,” Rusty began. Dustin turned to him, listening.

“You see, a friend of a friend owns this house, and him and his old lady, they’re getting a divorce.”
“And?” Dustin asked. What did this have to do with them?

“Well, the guy who owns the house is afraid she’s gonna sell some of his stuff on him, and since she’s out of the country right now, he asked if my friend knew someone who could get some of it for him.”

“Why doesn’t he get it himself if she’s not around?” Dustin asked, perplexed. Sounded easy enough.

“That’s where it gets a little shady,” Jordan smoothly interjected. “You see if she finds out her stuff is missing, she’ll have the law on him, you know? It has to look like a break-in.”

Dustin was aghast. “You intend to break into that man’s house? That’s fucking illegal.”

“Not with the homeowner’s permission.” Jordan’s hand was doing things to Dustin, and he had to struggle to keep up with the conversation when his urge was to moan loudly and bend over for Jordan.

“We won’t get caught, don’t worry,” Rusty assured him.

“Who’s we?” Dustin looked from Jordan to Rusty and back.

“That’s the little favor I need your help with.” Rusty grinned.

Oh hell no. “I don’t think—” Before he could say another word, Jordan’s mouth was pressed tightly against his, and he was rubbing against Dustin even harder. Dustin felt his resistance weakening. Especially when Jordan whispered into his ear, “Don’t worry about a thing, sweet thing. It’s a simple in and out, not much to it. Besides, she deserves it. She’s been screwing the gardener, the mailman, the next door neighbor… anybody and everybody. Just a little payback, you know?”

Somehow it didn’t seem so bad when Jordan put it like that.

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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #20 (6.2)

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Dustin is spending a lot of time with Jordan. Also with his two friends. But Dustin grins and bears it. So what's up with them tonight? Where are they going and why? Find out more in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #20 (6.2)

Dustin signed his name to the check which covered his share of living expenses and left it on the kitchen table, where Denver would be sure to find it. A twinge of guilt pricked his conscience. He hadn’t seen much of his cousin lately, not even at work. They seemed to work completely different shifts, and whenever Dustin wasn’t working, he was with Jordan.

Damn, that man was fine. And he seemed to be smitten with Dustin, which was most gratifying after the rejection he’d received from Marshall. Not that he blamed Marshall or Lee for that. Not any more, anyway. But still, it was nice to have someone who made a point of letting you know he wanted to be with you. Even if they spent an awful lot of time with Jordan’s lunkhead friends. But the time they got to spend alone made up for that.

Then what was Dustin concerned about? Life was good, right?

Except sometimes, the things he heard between Jordan and Rusty and Lenny left him scratching his head, trying to puzzle out what they were talking about.

Dustin was growing more and more suspicious of Rusty’s sales job. For some reason, he seemed to work out of his trunk. Rusty said it cut down on overhead, which made sense in one way, but not another. Where did he keep his stock? And why did it seem to change all the time? A lot of electronics, various brands. Computer equipment. And cell phones.

But if he questioned Jordan about it, in private, Jordan just laughed. And then he’d kiss Dustin hard enough to drive any other thoughts from his brain, and then they’d end up in bed and the question would be shelved once more.

The insistent ring of the doorbell drew Dustin from his reverie. Surely Denver hadn’t lost his key?  He glanced through the small peephole in the door. Speak of the devil. Standing there were Rusty and Lenny, with no sign of Jordan. What did they want?

He opened the door slightly. He didn’t even like that they knew where he lived. That made him uncomfortable. Not like he and Jordan ever hung out here, but still, it was the principle of the thing.

“Hey, Dustin,” came Rusty’s cheery voice. “Open the door, man, it’s us.”

Like he didn’t know that already.

Still, he had no real reason not to, so he swung the door a little wider, albeit reluctantly. “What’s up, guys?” He scanned up and down the hallway. Still no sign of Jordan.

“Big guy’s downstairs.” Rusty supplied the missing information. “He sent us up to get you, didn’t he, Len?”

Len nodded his head vigorously. “He sure did.”

“He said to tell you he’s waiting in the car for you, and to wear something dark.”

Something dark? Dustin frowned. “Why?” These two weren’t making any sense.

“Yeah, something dark,” Lenny confirmed. “I think he has something special planned.” He gave Dustin a confidential wink that struck Dustin as being rather creepy.

Maybe they would be able to ditch these two, maybe that was Jordan’s plan. That would be nice.
“You should do that, then. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Was that menace he heard in Rusty’s voice? Whatever it was, he didn’t like it.

“Yeah, fine,” Dustin said. “I’ll be down in a couple minutes. Meet you down there.” He closed the door before either man had time to reply.

Not wanting to keep Jordan waiting, he hurried to his bedroom, even as he wondered when he’d become such a teenage girl? But his libido reminded him that Jordan was damn hot, and he was totally in to Dustin, and so what if his friends were a little creepy?

He found a dark blue sweatshirt with long sleeves, in case it was cool, and a pair of black slacks. Just to be safe, even though the subject hadn’t come up, he exchanged his tennis shoes for a pair of dark brown boots.

As he locked the apartment door behind him, he was half afraid they’d be waiting for him, but there was no sign of the gruesome twosome, so Dustin hurried downstairs, and headed out to the parking lot. There was Jordan’s car, with Jordan behind the wheel. Rusty and Lenny were standing on either side of the car. At sight of him, they waved and then ducked into the back seat.

Dustin started to go around to the passenger side, when Jordan surprised him by getting out and beckoning to him. “Hey sexy,” he greeted Dustin just before he pulled him into a long, wet kiss which sent Dustin’s blood pressure skyrocketing. “You and me. It’s gonna be you and me tonight,” he murmured softly.

Now that sounded more like it. Dustin glanced into the backseat, where the two men were grinning broadly. What the hell’s so funny, he wondered.

“We’re going to drop them off.”

Dustin definitely liked the sound of that.

“But first, we’re going to help Rusty with a little problem.”

That sounded ominous. Before Dustin could think to protest, Jordan had his hand pressed against Dustin’s crotch, and thinking became non-existent.

“Let’s get this show underway, then,” Jordan said. He hadn’t closed the door when he got out to greet Dustin. He waved Dustin to climb inside, even as he repeated, “You and me, baby,” in a heated whisper.

Okay, for that, Dustin could put up with the presence of the two stooges.

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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #19 (6.1)

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Last week, in The Sheriff, we saw Dustin and his new bf Jordan kicking it with a couple of Jordan's buddies. This week, we get to see what Roy's up to. Any movement in his love life? Find out in this week's chapter of The Sheriff! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #19 (6.1)

Another blustery March day in Texas. The wind whipped at Roy’s hat like it had a personal vendetta against the sheriff. He clamped it to his head with one hand as he followed Lee and Marshall into a local steakhouse in Tucker Falls. The only saving grace as far as the weather was concerned was that the wind was coming up from the south, so it was fairly balmy. Roy knew he’d be wishing for these modest temperatures to return when the dog days of summer struck with a vengeance.

He’d talked his friends into meeting Denver for lunch, telling them they needed to take a break from work now and then. If he was going to be completely honest with himself, it wouldn’t hurt him any either. Roy had been keeping an eye out ever since the breakfast meeting with Harlan, but he hadn’t seen a thing. According to Harlan, the robberies were still going on, and not a damn lead to be had.
Between that particular bit of frustration, and his continuing failure in the romance department, Roy had to admit he needed this quick break with his friends.

Denver was waiting for them inside, at a booth near the front window, one which offered a great view of the parking lot. Lee waved Marshall into the booth and slid in beside him.

“Guess you’re stuck with me.” Denver grinned. “Can you get past me okay? Let me stand for ya.”
Roy shook his head. “No way. Just slide on over. My legs need more room than yours.”

Denver complied with a chuckle and a wink. “Just you wait till you get married. Then you won’t get a choice. You’ll end up wherever the little woman puts you.”

That produced laughter from Marshall and Lee as Roy took his place.

“Or the little man,” Marshall offered helpfully. Roy scowled at him.

“You got something against that idea?” Denver asked, but his question was interrupted by the arrival of the waitress, a chipper forty-something platinum blonde whose name tag read Tabatha.

She distributed menus then stood back and grinned. “Howdy y’all,” she greeted them. “Can I get y’all something to drink while you’re thinking what you want?”

They all opted for the house draft. “Be back in a tick,” she said, spun on her heel and headed in the direction of the service bar.

If Roy hoped the interrogation regarding his love life was over, thanks to the waitress’ timely intervention, he was sadly mistaken.

“Surely you’re not saying you’re too good to be with a man?” Denver continued. Roy couldn’t help but notice the twinkle in his eye, not to mention the snigger Marshall was doing his best to control, but failing sadly. As for Lee, while he wasn’t grinning, he had an all-too knowing look in his eye, like he knew something Roy didn’t know. There’d been times in the past when that look had led to an interesting development Roy hadn’t seen coming, especially when they’d been searching for the kidnapped Marshall. But not this time. This time Lee was completely coming out of left field, if that’s what he thought.

“I never said that,” Roy protested. “Fact is, I don’t remember saying anything at all, one way or another. You’re just a shit disturber, Denver.”

“Hey, that reminds me, where’s Dustin at? How’s he doing?” Marshall asked. Roy was grateful for the change in subject. He was curious to know the answer to that question to, but damned if he was going to bring it up first.

“Hell if I know.” Denver shrugged. “Haven’t seen much of him lately.”

Lee’s eyebrows arched. “You haven’t? Doesn’t he still live with you?”

“Yeah, I thought that was the whole idea of him moving to Tucker Falls,” Marshall said.

“He still lives there, sure. He’s just been busy lately. With his new boyfriend, I guess. I dunno. I just know he’s still working at the store, and he pays his share of the bills, and he isn’t in trouble. What more can I ask of him?”

“Well, that all sounds good then,” Lee said. “Would that boyfriend be the one we saw him with at Partners a while back?”

“I think so.” Denver nodded. Just then Tabatha returned with their beers, which she distributed in frosty glasses.

She took their order—four top sirloin steaks, in varying degrees of doneness. “Would y’all like fries with that?” They all agreed on fries and she promised to be back soon.

Once she’d gone, Denver cleared his throat and took a drink of the draft beer, before saying, “I’ve seen him pick Dustin up, but I haven’t exactly met him.”

“Oh? That seems a mite odd,” Lee said.

“Yeah, I agree, but Dustin’s old enough to know his own mind. If he wants to let some guy sit out in the drive and honk for him and have him running out the door like a schoolgirl on a hot date…” He shrugged and let the words lie where they fell. “Sometimes there’s a couple other guys with them, in the back seat. Didn’t get a good look at them, though.”

“That seems awful rude,” Marshall commented.

“I know, but like I said, he’s a grown man.”

Roy agreed with Marshall that such behavior was very rude. What had Dustin gotten himself into now, he wondered.

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