Last week, we saw Dustin get together again with Jordan and his buddies, but what is the purpose of this gathering? Find out more in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to check out the other Briefers, see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
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.
to be continued
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