Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: May 15, 2018

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In last week's chapter of In Pieces, Ryan returned home for his father's funeral, on his way to start a new job. His stepmother, Cassie, offered him a place to live if he wanted to stay in St. Louis, but he had to go. Today he arrives at his destination - New Orleans, to meet the band he is going to accompany on their US tour, Salvation. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

In Pieces #4 (2.1)

Louis Armstrong Airport was a busy place, even early in the morning. The flight from St. Louis to New Orleans had taken less than two hours. Cassie had insisted on driving Ryan to Lambert Airport, despite his protestations that he could Uber the short trip. He promised he would send emails and texts as often as he could, depending on how busy this rock group kept him.

He made his way through Concourse B, where Southwest Airlines was located, scouting the crowd for a placard with his name. He didn’t know who would pick him up. The band’s manager, whose name slipped his mind at the moment, had said someone would be there, but gave him no other information. She herself was not going to be accompanying them on the tour. Not this time.

Until they’d contacted him, Ryan had never even heard of Salvation. Which made their offer of employment all the more baffling. As outlined in the offer letter, his job was to travel with the band and write an account of the tour, complete with photographs.  All expenses paid, plus a salary.

Ryan was hardly in a position to turn down such a great opportunity, especially if doing so could put him on the literary map again. He was only twenty-eight, but he was already a has-been as far as the publishing world was concerned. Five years had passed since he’d had a new release, and his last novel had been received with less-than-enthusiastic reviews and very dismal sales. Even the small houses didn’t want to deal with him anymore. Authors were a dime a dozen, and Ryan was yesterday’s news. This gig might be his last chance to succeed in his chosen field.  If he failed again…. That didn’t really bear thinking about.

Out of curiosity, he’d looked the band up on the Internet, but information regarding them wasn’t exactly plentiful. Apparently the type of music they played was known as church metal, whatever that was. Not that it mattered. Beggars couldn’t exactly afford to be choosy. Liking their music wasn’t a requirement for employment, although it would make sitting through their concerts more tolerable if he could listen to them without cringing. If push came to shove, though, and they were truly atrocious, he could always invest in a good set of ear plugs.

 In the few photographs he’d found online—they didn’t seem to have a website to call their own— he’d noticed the band members were more than passing fond of make-up, and they liked to wear religious costumes. So, how religious were they? And was this how they dressed in their everyday lives? Assuming they even had such things?

Ryan Fremont.

He almost walked past the couple with the sign. He remember seeing a picture of the girl—apparently the only female member of the group—in which she was dressed as a nun. He had no idea which member of the group the guy was. He was casually dressed in a pair of jeans and a Rolling Stones T-shirt, a far cry from their concert attire.

Ryan pivoted toward them, and took a deep breath. This was really happening, wasn’t it? He worked to quell his unexpected attack of nerves. There was nothing to be nervous about. This was just a job, nothing more.  “Hi, I’m Ryan Fremont,” he offered his name. Up close, he noticed the girl was really pretty. When she shook her head, waves of dark curls cascaded down her back, and she nervously licked her lips, her sapphire eyes regarding him intently.

“Hey, you made it!” her companion said. He had the same dark hair she had, which fell to his shoulders, but his eyes were the same deep blue. They were almost mirror images of one another. Ryan immediately pegged them as fraternal twins. “I’m Aiden, and this is Abby.” He gestured toward the girl at his side.

“Nice to meet you,” Ryan said, relaxing slightly. They seemed nice, no need to panic. He glanced around, wondering if the other band members were here as well.

“Nope, just us,” Aiden said, as if reading Ryan’s mind. “We just got into town ourselves, so everyone’s getting settled in the house.”

“You have a house?” Ryan was surprised. He’d assumed they were staying in hotel rooms. Salvation must be doing well for itself if they could afford more than a hotel room.

“It’s not ours,” Abby said. “We’re just using it. It’s someone’s vacation home, actually.”

Abby’s voice was low and melodious. She probably had a great singing range. He wondered if she sang lead, but then remembered the lead singer was the one who dressed as a priest. Abby played drums.

“Why don’t we grab your stuff from the carousel and get going?” Aiden suggested. “We can get acquainted on the ride.  I’m sure you have questions you’re dying to ask.”

“Actually, yes, I do.” Ryan appreciated the other man’s honesty. It wouldn’t hurt to start getting a feel for the members of the band, since they would were the subjects of his book after all.

“Good. Carousel’s over here. I noticed a coffee place right on the concourse. Want to grab some of their famous New Orleans coffee and talk?”

“I could use some coffee,” Ryan admitted. He wouldn’t mind trying something different, and this was as good a place as any to start. As he followed Aiden and Abby toward the luggage carousel, he couldn’t help but notice their fingers twined as they held hands. The sight only made Ryan’s heart ache a little more.

to be continued

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Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: In Pieces #2 (1.2)

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Last week I started a new story, In Pieces, and we met Ryan Fremont - first as a young boy, then as a young man at his father's funeral. The story continues today, I hope you like it. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

In Pieces #2 (1.2)

 Ryan turned his gaze toward his stepmother. Cassie was Dad’s third wife. Widow now. Ryan’s mother, who’d died when Ryan was an infant, had been the first Mrs. Fremont. And Dad’s second wife, Liza, had disappeared years ago, vanished without a trace. Along with his stepbrother, Ben. He’d hoped they would show up today—whether to pay their respects or simply acknowledge his dad’s passing, he couldn’t say—but that hadn’t happened. Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised. He hadn’t heard a word from either of them in ten years. The last time his dad had been in contact was when he’d gotten the divorce papers signed, and even that was done through his lawyer, nothing direct.

Cassie’s head was bent, her eyes closed. Maybe she was praying.  Ryan sighed. Prayers never seemed to do any good, so why bother? Hadn’t gotten him anywhere today. He’d prayed to be able to see Ben. See how well that had worked out.

Not to mention, he shouldn’t even be here today. Today should have been the first day of his new job, but obviously Death had a poor sense of timing, and an even worse sense of humor. He’d called and explained the situation and had been told not to worry, just come as soon as he could. This was not the first impression he’d wanted to make. But what could he do? Death asked no one’s permission. It took who and what it wanted, and those who were left behind had to manage the best they could.
Still he couldn’t help but wonder why his dad? Why now?

There were so many things he’d meant to say to him, so many things they could have done together, while there was still time, if they’d only made the effort. If they’d only known that time was winding down. No amount of regrets could change that, no matter how well meant. And no new job, not matter how providential, could make up for that.

A light touch on his arm startled him. Ryan looked up to find Cassie standing there, her eyes anxiously scanning his face. “Are you okay?”

He was touched by her concern—he should be the one comforting her. They’d never had what some might call a traditional stepmother-stepson relationship. People who didn’t know better would assume Cassie was his older sister, in light of the few years that separated their ages. When his dad had first introduced them, Ryan had been suspicious of the age gap between them. Especially coming so soon after Liza’s departure, when the wound was still fresh. But as he quickly discovered, Cassie was good for his dad—she made him laugh, and she drew him out into the world when he tried to hide behind his work—not to mention, she and Ryan had a lot of common interests, including music. She’d been his Rock of Gibraltar over the last ten years. Through good times and bad.

There had been more bad times than he cared to think about.

“I will be. What about you? Is there anything I can do? I mean, I won’t be here long, but if there is…” He gave up trying to say anything worthwhile at that point. Cassie was a strong woman. What did she need him for? He would miss her more than she’d miss him.

“I’m going to be great,” she assured him. “Your dad left me well-taken care of, don’t worry. There’s enough there for both of us, you know. More than enough for you to stay in St. Louis. The house is plenty big.  And I promise not to cramp your style.” She winked.

He couldn’t help but laugh. Comedy and tragedy were so closely entwined, sometimes it was hard to tell where the one left off and the other began.

“You don’t have to leave,” she continued, when he made no immediate reply. “We can keep on going to The Pageant, and Pops, and any other damn place we want. We can watch our favorite bands and dance the night away.”

The offer was a tempting one, he had to admit. He liked Cassie, and he knew they could live together and get on well. There had never been a moment of romantic interest between them, and he knew neither of them wanted that. Not now, not ever.  Living with her might even solve all of his problems…

But no, he knew he had to go. He needed to make a fresh start. He couldn’t hide behind his dad now, and he couldn’t stay mired in the past forever. Time to move on at long last. No, he had to do this for himself. Maybe, one day, under better circumstances, he would come back to stay. But for now this was the best thing for both of them.

Besides, how often did a person get a chance to work for an actual rock band? This could be the experience of a lifetime.

How could he explain his reasoning to her without sounding ungrateful? What kind of friend did that make him? Just saying it wasn’t her, it was him sounded so cliché it wasn’t funny.

“It’s okay, Ryan,” she said before he could even begin to formulate a response. “I understand. I know you miss him terribly, even after all these years.”

Ryan’s ears burned, as heat flooded his cheeks. She knew him all too well. What could he say? The truth was the truth, no matter how sad and tarnished.

“Maybe getting away from here will be just what you need. Make a new start. See something of the world. Well, at least the US, to start with. Go, have fun with that band. What’s their name again?”


“Yeah, them. Just don’t forget to text me now and then. Just don’t forget me.”

“I won’t,” he promised.

She kissed his cheek gently just as fat drops of rain began to fall.

Didn’t that just figure?

to be continued

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Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: In Pieces #1 (1.1)

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As you know, last week was the last chapter of The Sheriff, and we bid a fond farewell to Marshall, Lee, Roy, and Dustin.I hope you enjoyed their journey as much as I did. This week finds us going in an entirely different direction, with a new story, and new characters. I hope you will enjoy it. The inspiration for this story was quite unexpected, so let's see where this takes us, shall we? The name of the story is In Pieces. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

In Pieces #1 (1.1)

“When will Daddy be here?” Eight-year-old Ryan Fremont turned  impatiently away from the living room window. He’d been practically glued to the spot ever since lunch, and only left when his babysitter shooed him away and told him to go play or watch TV. Mrs. Windom was also his next-door neighbor, and she’d been watching Ryan as long as he could remember—after school, and sometimes evenings and weekends. Normally, he was a very obedient charge, but today he was too excited to listen. Daddy was bringing him a surprise, and Ryan knew exactly what it was going to be.

A puppy! A little dog of his very own. That was the only thing in the world Ryan wanted, so what else could it be, right?

“He’ll be here any time now, you’ll see,” Mrs. Windom said in that soothing voice grown-ups used on kids to get them to behave. “Want some cookies and milk while you wait?”

The offer was tempting, but Ryan shook his head. He could always have a snack, but meeting his puppy for the very first time was too important a moment to miss.

After what seemed like forever, he saw Dad’s car pull into their driveway, launching Ryan into even great paroxysms of excitement.  “He’s home, he’s home!” he sang over his shoulder.

“Why don’t you go meet him?” Mrs. Windom suggested, but he was way ahead of her and flying out the door before she even finished.

Daddy was already out of the car. As Ryan watched, he crossed over to the passenger side and opened the door. A strange woman emerged. Daddy closed the door, then turned to her and kissed her. Ryan frowned. What did she have to do with his puppy? And why was Daddy kissing her?

Next the two adults went to the back seat.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Ryan thought. He must have put the puppy there for the ride. He began to jump up and down in excitement.  Daddy turned and saw him. “Stay there, kiddo, we’ll be there in just a minute.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ryan said obediently.

But what they brought out of the back seat was not a puppy. Instead, it was a small boy, with curly blond hair that reminded Ryan of a poodle he’d seen once. The boy was younger than Ryan, and he seemed reluctant to get out of the car.  Ryan’s intuition told him something wasn’t right when Daddy took the boy’s hand in his, once he’d closed the door.

So where was his puppy?

Daddy and the strange child approached him. The strange woman walked behind them. He looked up at her, into her eyes. Something about her gaze was unsettling, so he looked away, back to the child.  The boy was very pale, and he had enormous blue eyes. His mouth was screwed up, and he looked like he was about to cry.

“Ryan, I’d like you to meet Ben,” Daddy said. “Your new brother.”

Brother? Ryan didn’t have a brother, and didn’t want one.

“Where’s my puppy?” he blurted out. The boy named Ben began to fidget.

“There’s no puppy,” Daddy said. “I brought you a brother. And this”—he turned to the woman and put his hand on her shoulder—“is Liza,  your new mama.”

All Ryan heard was no puppy. His bottom lip began to quiver at the greatest betrayal he’d ever experienced in his young life. No puppy? How could that be?

“Now Ryan, be fair,” his dad was saying. “I told you we’d talk about a puppy, didn’t I? This is better. Ben’s a brother. You two will be great friends, I know. And Liza will take good care of both of us, won’t you sweetheart?”

“You know I will, Robert.”

Ryan was furious and hurt and beyond all sense of reason. What had his daddy done? Who were these people? He wanted them to go away, to get out of his life. He didn’t need them, didn’t want them.


Ryan saw a tear streak down the other boy’s cheek. They stared at one another for a long moment, sizing each other up. “It’s your fault I don’t have a puppy,” he told Ben in a stricken voice. “All your fault. Just go away!” Without thinking, he pushed the smaller boy, who fell backward in stunned silence, while Ryan ran into the house and straight into Mrs. Windom’s arms, sobbing.

Twenty years later…

Ryan Fremont shifted his weight from one foot to the other and glanced up into the sickly gray St. Louis sky.  Not that he cared about the weather, but anything was better than staring at his dad’s casket.  Wondering whether it would rain again kept him from dwelling on the harsh reality of his father’s death.  The clouds seemed to be gathering for a second assault. At least the rain had let up before they’d exited the chapel for the cemetery, that was something. Nothing more cliché than a funeral in the rain. Although maybe there was a certain symmetry to it, as though the showers were a form of penance, a washing away of sins.  The minister who’d performed the graveside eulogy had spoken the usual platitudes about dust to dust, ashes to ashes, but didn’t life really begin with water? Well, amniotic fluid, anyway. So maybe it was apropos that it end in wetness too.

In the end, did it really matter?

to be continued

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Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 2) - the end

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Well, today our journey ends. I've been following Roy and Dustin, and before them Marshall and Lee, for the past few years. But all good things come to an end, and so it is with them. I hope you have enjoyed the journey. Next week I'll start something completely different. In the meantime, stop by and say howdy to the boys, as we watch the end of their Fourth of July. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 2)

Once darkness fell, Lee began to shoot off fireworks. Being the careful type, he’d taken all precautions and had safety equipment on hand, just in case. Marshall acted as his assistant. Dustin would have volunteered, but Roy said this was a ritual the two men had had for a long time, and he’d learned to let them do their own thing. So Roy and Dustin sat back and enjoyed the show, content just to be together. Technically, they were both on duty, and would respond to a call, if they received one.  Hopefully, that wouldn’t happen.

Lee had gotten quite an impressive array, from fountains and ground spinners to bottle rockets. Dustin thought the fountains were pretty, and he liked the way the spinners spun. He’d seen fireworks before, of course, but this time felt more special. Probably because he was sharing it with people he really cared about. And a man he loved.

“Here.” Roy lit a sparkler and handed it to Dustin before lighting another one for himself.

“I haven’t seen one of them since I was a kid.” Dustin gave Roy an inquisitive look. “Aren’t we a little old for these?”

“Maybe. But it gives me an excuse to see your face,” Roy said with a wink.

Dustin felt his cheeks grow warm, but in a good way. He took Roy’s free hand in his own and twined their fingers. “I like the way you think,” he said.

A short yip came from behind him. The sound startled Dustin so much he almost fell out of his chair, right onto Roy. Roy laughed and anchored Dustin’s chair before it collapsed.

“Don’t be scared, she won’t hurt you.”

“Her bark is definitely worse than her bite,” a female voice added from the darkness. Dustin saw two shadowy figures approach. As they stepped close enough to see, he realized they were neighbors of Marshall and Lee—Sarah and Craig Ferguson, who lived just across the road. The bark came from their Chow Chow, Ritsu. He liked the dog and had played with her before when he and Roy ran into the couple around town.

Ritsu ran up to them, sniffing at each of them in turn before barking at Roy, who laughed.

“Guess I know what that means,” he said. Removing his hand from Dustin’s, he reached down and gathered up the excited dog, who barked even louder. “Well hello, princess,” he greeted her. He held her close enough that she could lavish wet kisses on his cheek. Dustin had to laugh.

“Looks like your girlfriend’s here now.” He turned toward the dog’s owners. “Hey Sarah, Craig.”

“Hey Dustin,” Sarah replied, echoed by her husband.

“Hey guys,” Marshall greeted them as he approached. “You’re just in time for the grand finale. I can grab a couple of chairs real quick, and some beer…”

“Naw, we’re good standing,” Sarah and Craig both said.

“I won’t say no to the beer, though,” Sarah added. A moment later, they each had a cold bottle in hand, and Lee was standing with them too.

“Just in time for the grand finale,” he said.

“Told you we’d make it.” Sarah stuck her tongue out at her husband, who held up his hands in surrender.

“I know, you’re always right,” he conceded without argument.

Dustin couldn’t help but smile. He liked them, and thought they made a cute couple. Lee opened a box and drew out something that resembled a number of tubes bundled together. It looked fascinating. And potentially dangerous. When everyone else moved back to a respectful distance, Dustin did too, holding fast to Roy’s hand. Lee carefully lit the fuse and backed up himself.

The sky lit up in a multitude of colors, one after another—red, blue, purple, white—each color its own display, timed so when one ended, the next began. For a few minutes, everyone standing in the backyard was illuminated clearly in the glow of the fireworks.

Roy squeezed Dustin’s hand and Dustin squeezed back. Nothing was said between them, but everything was understood.

This would go down in Dustin’s memory as the best Fourth of July ever, and the best year ever. The year he found love and began his new life. He moved closer to Roy and leaned against him comfortably, watching the fireworks until the last beautiful color faded away into the night.

 The End

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Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Wedmesday Briefs: The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 1)

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Well, it looks like our journey with Roy and Dustin is almost done, also Marshall and Lee. So let's visit them for a little bit before we have to say good-bye. Not this week, though. This week the four guys are hanging out, so go catch up with them while you can. Then visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 1)

“You ready for another beer?” Roy asked.

Dustin consulted the bottle in his hand. It was about a third full yet. “Almost. Give me another ten minutes,” he calculated. “Want me to get you one? Wouldn’t want you to tucker yourself out too soon.” He gave Roy a decidedly evil grin, while Marshall laughed loudly.

“I think somebody’s trying to tell you you’re old, Roy,” Lee joked.

“As if.” Roy snorted. “I don’t remember hearing any complaints about my age last night, do you?”

“That’s what I mean,” Dustin said without missing a beat. “I figured maybe I wore you out so much you should save your strength for later. You wouldn’t want to fall asleep early and miss the fireworks, would you?”

“That’ll be the day when I can’t outdrink you and stay up late enough to set off fireworks. I’d be more worried about you and Marshall, Sonny Jim.”

“Hey, how’d I get dragged into this?” Marshall protested laughingly. “This is between you two. Leave me out of it.”

“I guess you’re getting tarred by the same young’un brush I am.” Dustin couldn’t help but laugh. He was too happy not to. He couldn’t remember a better Fourth of July than this one. He’d been living with Roy for several months now, as well as being his deputy, and everything was perfect. Just perfect. He never thought things could work out as well as they had, and he wouldn’t change a thing.

“Well,” Marshall drawled, “I guess that’s what happens when you hook up with old men.”  He laughed and ducked as Lee took a fake swing at him, then gave in when Lee snagged him and drew him in for long kiss.

Before Roy could even act, Dustin had climbed into his lap and meshed their mouths in utter harmony. All was still until the two couples came up for air.  Dustin polished off what was left of his beer. “Anyone want another one while I’m up?”

They were sitting in Marshall and Lee’s backyard. Lee had barbecued some of the best steaks Dustin had ever had, and now they were just shooting the shit until it was time to shoot off fireworks. Lee had invited all their friends from Partners, but they were all busy. Including Dustin’s cousin Denver, who was seeing the new cashier at the computer store, the one who had taken Dustin’s place when he left.

Dustin got up and brought back the beers, handing them out before resuming his next beside Roy, so close that their legs touch. Nice and cozy, just how they liked it. Dustin was surprised at how demonstrative Roy had turned out to be. He never would have thought that of the sheriff, especially not with another man. He figured part of that was the influence of Marshall and Lee, seeing them together as long as he had.

Roy leaned in and kissed Dustin’s cheek softly. “You sure you’re okay with not going to Tucker Falls to watch the big show there?”

“Very sure,” Dustin assured him. “I’m right where I want to be. And I’m with the person I want to be with.”

That produced a smile from Roy and they kissed again, before settling back in their chairs.

“How’s work coming on the new office?” Lee asked. He had one arm slung about Marshall, who leaned against him rather cozily.

“Pretty good,” Roy said. “We spend as much time there as we can. Plumbing’s all good, and the electrician brought everything up to code, added a few outlets for anything we might need. Melvyn authorized some new computer stuff for us. It’s going to be pretty cool, I think.”

Dustin was still just working part-time as Roy’s deputy, but he often ended up working extra just to be with Roy. He was happy with that. Burnham wasn’t a high crime place. Most of the trouble came from people passing through town on their way to somewhere else.

“You like being a deputy?” Marshall asked, as he raised his bottle to his lips.

“Hell yeah,” Dustin said enthusiastically. “Best job I’ve ever had.”

“Whatever happened to that guy who tried to rob the store you used to work at?” Marshall said.

They’d been all set to go to Tucker Falls just the week before to testify against Jordan, but at the last minute, they’d received a call from the prosecutor, telling them that wouldn’t be necessary. Jordan had copped a guilty plea, part of a plea bargain. He wouldn’t be getting out of jail anytime soon.

“He’s where he belongs,” Roy replied. “In prison.”

“Good to know. Things worked out pretty good, didn’t they?”

“Things have been better than good, they’re great,” Dustin said. “I sure appreciate you guys, and how nice you’ve been to me and everything. And Roy is the best…” A wave of emotion surged through Dustin, choking him up so he couldn’t speak. He’d never felt this strongly about anyone before, not in his entire life, the way he felt about Roy.

“Roy is the best,” Lee concurred. “And we think you’re pretty fine yourself, Dustin.” He raised his bottle of beer. “To two of the best guys I know, and to many more years of friendship.”

“To friendship,” Marshall echoed, lifting his own bottle.

Dustin and Roy repeated their sentiments, and all four men solemnly clinked their glasses together.

to be continued

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Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #58 (13.6)

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In this week's episode of The Sheriff, the lovemaking continues. These two have come a long way. Don't you think they deserve a happy ending? See what's going on with them, their tale is almost told. Then visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #58 (13.6)

Dustin gripped Roy’s cock to use for guidance. He raised his ass just above it until he could feel the cockhead nestle against his opening, then slowly and deliberately lowered himself onto all that glorious heat. Roy’s moan of pleasure was gratifying, but he refused to hurry, trying to prolong this moment. Once he was fully seated, with Roy completely sheathed within him, he stilled his movements, enjoying the sensation of being filled with Roy.

“Like that, do you?” Roy gently stroked Dustin’s inner thighs

“I could sit here all day,” Dustin confessed. “You feel so good.”

“I could too,” Roy admitted.  “‘Course we wouldn’t get much work done.”

“I think I could live with that. At least once in a while.” Dustin leaned down and Roy tilted up and their mouths met in the middle, softly at first, then with a growing urgency. Dustin ground against Roy’s groin, producing more groans from Roy.

To his surprise, Roy’s tongue pressed against Dustin’s lips, demanding entrance. He parted his lips and felt it slip inside. Dustin met it with his own tongue, exploring, licking, sucking. If he’d ever wondered how Roy would handle a male lover, he had no doubts about him now. Roy was a natural, and he showed no hesitation about touching Dustin in any way.

As they kissed, Dustin began to move, impaling himself as deeply as he could on Roy’s cock. He’d always liked sex before, but with Roy, this was something different, something better. Was this what people meant when they said making love was more than just having sex? If so, he wanted to keep on loving Roy forever.

Wanting to try a slightly different angle, he leaned back, breaking the kiss as he took Roy’s hands in his own, lacing their fingers. He could raise and lower himself better this way, using Roy’s grip as leverage.  And, if he angled just right, he might just reach…. Ah, there it was. When Roy touched his prostate, he cried out softly. The second time, he arched his back and moaned more loudly. At the third time, he full out screamed. Had anyone ever died from too much of a good thing?

Every nerve ending in Dustin’s ass tingled in the most pleasurable way. He began to speed up, increasing the friction between them as he bounced up and down on Roy’s dick. His own cock ached, but that could wait. Right now, he wanted to simply be fucked by Roy until he couldn’t walk straight.

“God, Dustin, keep that up and I’m gonna come,” Roy moaned.

“That’s what I was aiming for,” Dustin said, deliberately moving faster, watching the play of emotions across Roy’s face. He couldn’t believe he was bringing that out in Roy, and he liked it. 

“C’mon, Roy, come for me, sweetheart. Fill me good.” The term of endearment slipped out naturally. Even though he wasn’t one for such expressions, with Roy it felt right.

“I aim to,” Roy responded.

Dustin felt Roy tense beneath him, and he knew it was happening, so he intensified his movements, watching Roy’s mouth fall open in a silent scream, his eyes glazed over with lust as he arched his back. Dustin held on tightly. He felt Roy’s cock spasm inside of him, felt a warm wetness cascading inside of him. He’d hoped to hold out longer, but Roy’s orgasm triggered his own, and he began to come in long spurts over Roy’s chest.

Oh damn, so good.

Breathing heavily, he tried to hold Roy inside him for as long as he could, but gravity won out and he felt Roy’s softening cock slip out.

“C’mere you,” Roy beckoned, pulling him down on top of him. He kissed him passionately, stroking his back all the while. Dustin felt cum drip from his ass, and his own spunk decorated both their chests, but he didn’t care.

“Ready to get some sleep now, tiger?” Roy asked. “And I have to warn you, you can’t use being fucked by your boss as an excuse not to go to work.” He chuckled softly, even as Dustin warmed inside.

“If going to work means being with you, then I don’t want to make any excuses.” He yawned loudly.

“And don’t think you can wear me out so easily. I have stamina you haven’t even seen yet.”

“I’m sure you do, but right now we should get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow. Soon as we wash up first.”

Dustin protested that he didn’t want to move, but Roy insisted, and once they were both clean, they settled beneath the covers once more, Dustin’s head on Roy’s chest. Roy ruffled his hair softly.

“Love you, Roy,” Dustin murmured sleepily, despite his protestations to the contrary.

“Love you too,” was the last thing Dustin heard before sleep claimed him.

to be continued

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Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The SHeriff #57 (13.5)

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Looks like everything's coming up roses for Dustin and Roy. They've gone from virtual strangers to unexpected partners to lovers in the blink  of an eye, and now they are going to be roommates and workmates as well! See what's happening in this week's episode of The Sheriff!  Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them!  Their links follow my tale!

The Sheriff #57 (13.5)

Roy’s life had taken a complete one-eighty—and he couldn’t be happier about it. He’d begun to think he would never find someone to love, to have what Lee and Marshall had. And then, out of nowhere, when he wasn’t looking, it happened.  The trouble was he’d been searching for Miss Right all this time when it was actually Mr. Right, in the guise of Dustin Johnson.  If someone had suggested to Roy just a few months ago that he could fall in love with a man, he’d have laughed and said that wasn’t him, not that he had anything against the idea of two men being together. And yet just look at him now. He was with another man, and loving it.

He guessed the right person made all the difference, and gender didn’t really matter.

He loved the way Dustin felt, the way he looked, the way his eyes lit up when he was excited. His sense of humor, his intelligence. In some ways, he acted wise beyond his years, a lot like Marshall. In other ways, he seemed immature. But Roy had noticed that was changing. He could still remember when Marshall had been something of a handful himself, but he’d grown out of it. Guess Roy and Lee had more in common than he’d realized.

He slid his hands beneath Dustin, grasping each cheek as he rubbed against him in earnest. That felt damn good, but he wanted more than that, and he suspected Dustin did too.

He teased Dustin’s hole with one finger,  sliding it in out quickly, eliciting a long moan, before he removed both hands entirely, and Dustin groaned in dismay.

“Why’d you stop? I liked that.”

“Me too,” Roy admitted, “but I want to change positions. You on top. Plus I have something in mind you’ll like even better.” He knew from experience that having a partner on top gave the other person added pleasure and better control. He wanted to experience that with Dustin… and a whole lot more, besides.

Not waiting for a response, Roy rolled onto his back, holding onto Dustin so he wouldn’t slide off.

“You wanna slick me up?” Roy gestured toward the drawer where he kept the lube.

“Hell yeah. You know I do.” Dustin leaned toward the drawer without climbing off of Roy. He stretched his arm as far as he could in order to reach the lube, but it wasn’t quite enough. “Scoot over just a touch,” he instructed Roy, who was glad to obey. Dustin snagged the tube from the drawer with a triumphant cry and settled back on top of Roy.

Before opening the cap, he rubbed Roy’s bare cock reverently. “Damn, you’re wet already,” he commented.

Roy palmed Dustin’s cock and had to grin. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”

“You’re not,” Dustin agreed. He opened the tube and squeezed some onto his palm before applying it to Roy. 

“What about you?” Roy asked. “Need me to prepare you?”

“I’m ready now,” Dustin said. “I can tell.” He tossed the lube onto the table, but overestimated the distance and it slid off, onto the floor. “I’ll get it later. Right now, I just want to ride you.”

Roy had never heard it put quite like that, but he liked the sound of it. “Climb aboard, cowboy,” he said.

to be continued

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