Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #44 (11.2)

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So now Roy and Dustin are hanging out with Lee and Marshall. Does this mean they're a couple... or maybe just hungry? See what's happening 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 #44 (11.2)

“So, I see there’s been some new developments,” Lee commented, breaking into Roy’s thoughts. Which were pretty well centered on Dustin.

 Roy glanced at his friend. Lee’s face revealed nothing. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said in the last five minutes and you keep staring toward a certain blond is what I mean.” He gave Roy a wry smile. “You want to talk about it?”

He probably was staring at Dustin, wasn’t he? Everything between them had changed. Roy’s whole perspective had turned topsy-turvy in the blink of an eye. And yet it felt so right. At the same time, what happened with the younger man was opening up whole new ways of thinking Roy’d never thought of before.

“I’m not sure what to say,” Roy admitted. “And I sure as hell don’t know what it is I’m feeling. But whatever it is, it’s good. Does that make sense?”

Lee nodded. “You like Dustin, don’t you?”

“I do, but it’s more than that. I like him in a way I’ve never liked any man before. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just never expected it to happen to me.” He was fumbling for words now and he knew it. “Does that sound as stupid as I think it does?”

“Not at all. Dustin’s a good kid... Sorry, young man. He’s no kid, is he?”

“No, that he is not.” Roy chuckled in spite of himself. “In fact, Dustin knows more about some things than I do. And I think he’s got a good heart, just needs to… I dunno. Grow up a little bit. But I think he’s trying.”

“I think he is too. And I think you’re a very good influence on him. I see the way he watches you. Not just today, but before. Recently, anyway. I wondered if there might be something there. Guess now I know.” Lee flipped the steaks as he spoke.

“So you aren’t against us being together or anything?”

Lee gave him a startled glance. “Why would I be?”

“Well, what with the trouble before… you know…”

“With Marshall? Yeah, I wasn’t happy about all that. But that’s been dealt with and it’s done.”

Roy glanced across the back yard, and his eyes met Dustin’s. He couldn’t have prevented the smile that came to his lips if he’d wanted to… and he didn’t want to.

“Yeah, I think you got it bad,” Lee said with a smirk.

Roy felt his cheeks turn warm, but he wasn’t about to deny it.

“You worried about tonight?” Lee asked.

Roy turned toward him. “No,” he said, “’cause I won’t let anything happen to him. I’m going to make sure that asshole never hurts him again. Then I’m going to show him that he does have value, ‘cause he’s pretty down on himself at times. But I think that has to do with things that have happened to him when he was growing up. Filled him with doubt. Let him think he’s worthless. But he isn’t. There’s something special there…”

His voice trailed off as he watched Dustin and Marshall rise from their chairs and head toward them.

“Roy Landry,” Lee said. “You’re a good man, and never doubt that for a moment.” He raised his voice, addressing the two young men. “I’m about to take the steaks off to rest for a few minutes. 

What are you guys up to?”

“Just thought we’d see if the chefs needed more beer,” Marshall said.

Roy laughed. “He’s the chef, I’m just the assistant. But that sounds like a good idea.  I’ll grab the beers. Everyone want one?”

Apparently everyone did. “I’ll help you,” Dustin quickly offered.

“Thanks.” Roy ushered Dustin toward the house. He just knew Lee and Marshall were both smiling, and he didn’t care.

As soon as they were inside the kitchen, he pulled Dustin to him and pressed their lips together for a very long time.

to be continued

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Carol Pedroso

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #43 (11.1)

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Now that Roy and Dustin have had sex, does that change anything? Or maybe everything? See what's going on when they visit Lee and Marshall in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. And don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #43 (11.1)

“Hey man, you okay?”

Dustin glanced toward Marshall, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from Roy, who was manning the barbecue grill along with Lee. Well, to be more accurate, Lee was grilling and Roy was handing Lee whatever he needed.

Everything felt so surreal. Sitting in a lawn chair, next to Marshall, in Marshall and Lee’s backyard, sharing a meal with them like they were all the best of friends or something. Dinner had become lunch, because of Dustin having to work, at Lee’s insistence.  Tonight would be the night when—hopefully—they would catch Jordan in the act, and put him away for good, so he couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.

So why was he more nervous about hanging out with Roy’s friends than the impending confrontation with Jordan? Maybe because things had taken an unexpected, although far from unpleasant, turn yesterday. Dustin’s ass still tingled, albeit in a pleasant way, at the memory of Roy inside of him. But what did this even mean in the scheme of things? Once the immediate danger from Jordan was gone, would they go back to… He couldn’t even finish the thought.

Belatedly, he realized he hadn’t answered Marshall’s question. And he’d gone back to staring at Roy… again. His cheeks began to heat up when he heard Marshall’s low chuckle.

“So, what’s going on with you and Roy?”

“I never said anything was going on,” Dustin began, which elicited another chuckle.

“You didn’t have to. I see the way you’re eyeing him. Same way he’s eyeing you. It’s not exactly rocket science, you know?”

Dustin knew. But he didn’t exactly have a ready answer either. Stalling for even a little time, he raised his bottle of beer to his lips and drank, while his mind debated what to reply. He was limiting himself to two beers since he had to work tonight. He needed to have all his wits about him for that. It might come in handy right here and now too.

Not to mention, when he got up that morning, he knew that he wanted to be with Roy again, and Roy had let him know that feeling was pretty mutual when they’d had sex in the shower that morning. And again, later on, after they’d gone out on patrol.

“Is he eyeing me?” Dustin finally asked.  As if in answer to his own question, he darted another look at Roy, and their eyes met this time. And Roy smiled. And Dustin’s heart began to thump so loudly he was sure Marshall could hear it.

“I’d say so,” Marshall replied. “Fact is I’ve never seen him look that way at anyone before. Not any of the women I’ve seen him date. And there have been a few of those, over the years.”

Dustin turned his gaze back to Marshall. Women, yeah. How could he have forgotten about them? Maybe because when he and Roy were together, the sexy sheriff acted like anything but straight. “You think he likes women better?”

“Dude, no, that’s not what I’m saying. Chill out, okay?” Marshall tossed back his own beer. “What I’m saying is he’s never brought any of them here, and here you are. ‘Nuff said?”

Dustin could only nod, not trusting his voice at that moment. A question was burning a hole in his brain and he was dying to ask it, but he was afraid, at the same time. Finally, when he couldn’t stand it any longer, he blurted out, “How did you know?”

“About you and Roy?” Marshall seemed surprised. “You guys aren’t exactly hiding it—”

“No, I mean, how did you know Lee was the one?”

“Oh.” Marshall fell silent, and Dustin wondered if he’d said something wrong.

“I knew Lee was the one because… because I thought about him all the time. And I dreamed about him too. And I wanted to be with him always.”

“You did?”

“I did. And whenever he was around, my heart would… I don’t know how to describe it, other than it was full, like it was larger because he was in it. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it does. So the age difference never made a difference?”

“Nope,” Marshall replied. “Not a bit. Age is only a number. It doesn’t matter to either one of us.”

“But how did you know he felt the same way?”

“I didn’t at first,” Marshall admitted. “But I hoped. You always have to have hope. And then one day my dreams came true, when he told me he loved me too. And that was pretty much that.”

“So how long have you known Lee?” Dustin asked.

“Hey, let’s see if the guys need more beer.” Marshall quickly drained his bottle and began to rise.

“Sure, good idea,” Dustin agreed, following him across the yard to the patio where the two men were grilling.

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Carol Pedroso

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #42 (10.5)

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Looks like Roy and Dustin are acting on that mutual attraction, judging by what went down last week! The fun continues in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #42 (10.5)

Acting on an impulse he couldn’t explain, Roy leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Dustin’s glowing backside. His skin was surprisingly smooth, and he began to pepper it with more kisses. He thought he heard Dustin moan in response. He kissed his other cheek, still thrusting both fingers inside of the younger man.

“How much more do you want me to stretch you?” he asked in between kisses.

“No more, Dustin said. “I’m ready. Please. Now.”

Roy laid one last kiss on Dustin’s ass before helping him off his lap. As Dustin straightened, their lips met again, meshing in a feverish urgency.  They rose together, still joined, and fell onto the bed, Dustin beneath. His long blond hair fanned out across the pillow. Roy drew back long enough to admire the sight. Dustin’s cheeks were flushed, his lips rosy and kiss-swollen, and his blue eyes glowed with lust. Roy thought he looked damn sexy.

Roy reached between them and stroked Dustin’s weeping cock.

“Oh yeah,” Dustin breathed hoarsely. He spread his legs and thrust up into Roy’s hand. His cock was velvet and steel and all kinds of nice. Roy pumped it, hard. Dustin arched his back.

“Oh god, oh god,” he moaned. “Roy, quit teasing and fuck me. Please!”

Roy didn’t need to be asked twice. He positioned himself on his knees between Dustin’s legs. One hand on Dustin, he used the other to maneuver his cockhead into position. Roy wasn’t exactly a virgin, and while his prior experience had all been with women, he figured the theory was the same.

He slowly and carefully entered Dustin, listening for any sign of the safe word. He had no idea how this felt to Dustin, but he wasn’t about to hurt him. Judging by the euphoric expression on his face, Dustin was feeling no pain.

Roy didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed. This was far from what he’d expected. Dustin was hot and tight and soft, holding his cock with a grip much tighter and far more sensual than any woman he’d ever been with. He’d thought being with a man would somehow be… rougher. This was anything but.

Gathering his thoughts, his instincts kicking in, Roy began to slide back, pulling almost completely out of Dustin before slamming back in.

“Fuck,” Dustin moaned. “Fuck yeah.”

Roy wanted to be in even deeper. He slid Dustin closer to him, then raised his legs and hung them over his shoulders, giving him a better angle of attack. Dustin matched each movement, thrusting his hips as they fell into sync with one another. When Dustin tightened his muscles around Roy’s cock, he thought he just might lose control.

Roy didn’t want this to end, not yet. “Hands and knees,” he instructed Dustin, breathing heavily as he struggled to keep from coming. Dustin obediently changed positions, deftly keeping Roy inside as he rotated beneath him. The need to come began to recede, but the desire to fuck was just as strong as ever. He leaned across Dustin’s back, slamming inside of him balls deep. Their flesh slapped together wetly.

Roy reached beneath Dustin and fisted his slick cock. His hand slid up and down without resistance, and he felt it pulse at his touch. Dustin must be close to his release. He wanted to feel him come, feel his pleasure.

“Are you almost there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Dustin panted. “So close…”

“Do it,” Roy urged, “come for me.” That was something he’d never said to any woman, not ever.

Dustin’s movements became even more frantic. He leaned backward toward Roy, turning his head. “Kiss me,” he practically begged, and Roy happily obliged. He loved the feel of Dustin’s lips on his, loved everything about him.

He tightened his grasp on Dustin’s cock even as he felt it tighten, his whole body responding as he came. Wetness covered Roy’s hand as he continued to pump him as long as he could. A surge of electricity seemed to flow between them, as if a circuit had been completed. Every nerve ending Roy possessed tingled. Without warning, he began to come, longer and harder than he’d ever remembered coming before, filling Dustin’s channel until he had no more to give, and they collapsed together in a sweaty tangle on the bed, panting.

to be continued

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Carol Pedroso

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Well, Roy has finally acted on that attraction to Dustin he's been feeling for a while now, and it looks like it's more than mutual. See what develops 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 #41 (10.4)

Damn, that felt good. Sure, he’d played with women’s nipples before, many times, but none of them had ever showed an interest in touching his. He hadn’t realized they were so sensitive.  He grasped the back of Dustin’s head and gently lifted it until their eyes met. He wanted to read Dustin’s expression for himself, not have to guess at what he might be thinking.

“If we’re going to keep going, we should go to my room and get more comfortable, I think.”

“I like that idea.”

Dustin’s smile was more than enough to convince Roy he was very much interested in continuing what they were doing. Roy could see a desire in his eyes that matched his own.  “Then let’s do it.”

They disentangled themselves long enough to rise from the couch. Roy took Dustin’s hand in his and drew him up against him, meshing their lips together once more with feverish urgency, as though he couldn’t stop kissing the blond. He walked him slowly backward, guiding him carefully.  Once they reached the bedroom, they drew apart in order to strip.

Roy was certainly familiar with the male form, and he wasn’t particularly bashful about being naked in front of another man. God knows, he’d run across Lee and Marshall on more than a few bare-assed occasions, and they weren’t exactly shy either, so he thought nothing of it.

But looking at Dustin’s naked body was different. Dustin was rousing a desire in Roy such as he’d never felt before. And he had every intention of doing something about it. No sense in pretending to be shy, either. Shy was for innocent virgins, and Roy was neither innocent nor a virgin, even if his experience didn’t extend to encounters with the same sex. Yet.

“You know I’ve never done this before—” Roy began as he pulled Dustin into his embrace once more, his hand exploring the texture of Dustin’s firm back and soft skin.

“You sure you want to?” Dustin broke in. He trembled under Roy’s touch.

“Damn sure I want to,” Roy said. “Is there anything I need to know before we get started?”

Dustin smirked. “Looks like we’ve already got started, I think.”

“Smart ass, aren’t you?” Roy lightly slapped Dustin’s ass, and when Dustin moaned, he did it again. “Like that, do you?”

“Hell yeah, keep it up. Maybe lay me across your lap? Do it right.”

Roy took a seat on the edge of the bed and patted his knees. Dustin quickly situated himself across Roy’s legs. “How’s this?”

“Mmm, scoot up a little bit.”

Dustin complied without hesitation.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Roy said. “I can reach you better there. You sure you want this?”

“I’m sure.”

Roy raised his hand and brought it lightly down onto one of Dustin’s buttocks.

“I barely felt that, do it harder,” Dustin urged.

Roy repeated the motion with a little more emphasis. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, I promise. Tell you what, we can have a safeword, and if I use it, then you stop. Okay?”

“Okay, what kind of word should we use?”

Dustin wriggled his ass in what Roy knew had to be a deliberate motion, before replying, “Something we wouldn’t normally say. Like turnip or kumquat or something.”

“Okay, how about turnip?” Roy lifted his hand again and brought it down with a little more emphasis on Dustin’s cute ass. Hard enough to redden the skin.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” Dustin moaned. “Feels good.”

Roy obliged with a few more solid whacks. Dustin’s skin fairly glowed, as he alternated between each cheek.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any lube would you?”

“Never had a use for it. Guess I’ll have to get some. What will I be using it for?”

“To get inside of me.” Dustin turned his head, looking up at Roy. “I assume you want to top?”

“If that means I’m inside of you, then yes.” Roy nodded. He couldn’t imagine having someone inside of him. He was more than content with being… what did Dustin call it?... the top. Did that make Dustin the bottom? He assumed so.

“We’ll have to improvise today then.  First, I want you to spit on your finger and stick It up my ass, to stretch me.”

“Spit works?”

“In a pinch it does,” Dustin said. “I sure as hell don’t want to stop long enough to buy some lube, do you?”

“Hell no.”

Dustin reached back and spread his cheeks, offering Roy a view of his pucker. Roy had never seen one so up close and personal before. He wondered what it would feel like. Spitting on his right index finger, he gently circled the rim before gingerly sliding the tip inside of Dustin.

“Farther,” Dustin urged. “All the way in.”

“Don’t forget the turnip, all right?”

“I won’t, just do it!”

Roy was surprised at the intensity in Dustin’s voice. He obliged by sliding his finger inside in its entirely. Dustin felt warm and soft and tight all at one and the same time. Roy wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but that wasn’t it.

“Oh yeah, that’s good. Now move it, in and out, like it was your cock.”

Roy was hesitant at first, sure he was hurting Dustin. But when he didn’t hear the word turnip, he kept going. If he felt this good surrounding Roy’s finger, then how good would it feel around his cock? Roy moaned at the thought.

“That’s it, now put in another finger, then kindof scissor them. That’ll stretch the muscle out enough for you to fit.”

If Roy had any doubts that he wanted to fuck Dustin, his weeping cock laid all those ideas to rest. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Dustin right this minute.

to be continued

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Carol Pedroso