Busting Broncos Pt. 04

I licked around the opening, making sure that my tongue slid over the most sensitive flesh. He was tossing his head back and forth. I licked at the tight hole again and as I felt it start to relax, I stiffened my tongue and pressed it through the ring.

"God, that feels so good!" he said.

I continued to tongue fuck his virgin ass, thrusting my tongue as far as I could into his tight pucker. His hips involuntarily began to buck, riding my probing tongue.

I could look up from between his legs and see his big balls bounce with each thrust of my tongue. His stiff dick was leaking precum onto his hairy belly.

I slid my tongue up over his taint until I could lick his balls. I sucked one big orb into my mouth and then the other, rolling them around in the meaty sack. Then, I took his swollen cock head into my mouth. I had become expert at deep throating his dick in the past few months and it slid down my throat almost at once. I bobbed my head while squeezing his dick with my throat muscles. It tasted delicious and was the perfect fit. His precum coated my tongue as I licked at his cock base. He was swiveling his hips and panting in no time.

I speeded up with my head bobbing while massaging his full nuts and I could feel his cock getting harder and stiffer. The head of it was buried all the way down my throat when I felt the hot juice start squirting out of his piss slit and sliding into my belly. I milked his cock with my throat to wring every drop out of his balls. When he'd stopped cumming, I eased his cock out of my throat and looked up at him.

"You can try fucking me if you want." Steve said.

I totally wasn't expecting that.

"Is that what you'd like?" I asked.

"If you would." Steve said. "You even eat my ass out and I never do anything for you."

"One of the reasons I love tonguing your hole is because I know you've never had a cock up it." I told him. "Knowing that it's virgin and only had my tongue in it is all kinds of a turn on for me. I'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible so I can get an extra thrill eating it out. But, if you ever really do want to get fucked, I'll happily oblige. But I'd rather you didn't."

Smiling, Steve said, "Sounds like a win-win situation to me."

"It's a deal, then." I said.

He looked pensive for a moment and then he said, "Do you want me to suck on your dick? I've never done it but you could show me how. You've got a really pretty dick; I think I'd like that."

"We could try that." I said. "I'd love to have you sit on my face and let me eat your hole while you suck my cock at the same time."

"Damn, that sounds hot." Steve said. "Want to try it now?"

"I've got breakfast to cook." I said, sliding out of bed.

I slapped his sculptured butt and said, "You can keep your lazy ass here until the food is ready. I'll call you. And you can think all day about your first lesson coming up tonight."

"You're making my dick hard again." he replied.

I usually made a special breakfast on Saturdays. I had just finished cooking when daddy and Uncle Cody came into the kitchen.

"We need to talk." Daddy said in a low voice.

Tony came drifting into the room a few minutes later. He always reminded me of a male Marilyn Monroe for some reason these days. Not that he was the least bit feminine, anything but.

He had that same softness and vulnerability and the same distracted air. His blond hair and light eyes set off his flawless ivory skin. I've never seen skin like that since, it was like ice cream and made you want to lick him. And, he was pretty. Not handsome, downright pretty.

When he practically floated into the kitchen, he was nude.

"Did you forget something?" I asked.

He looked at me, focusing with an effort and looked confused.

"Your clothes." I said. "Don't you think you should get dressed?"

He looked down at his nude body and giggled before pivoting and going back down the hall. His lush ass looked even more tempting than usual.

"We need to do something about that boy." daddy said. "Cody and I are old men and he wants a cock up him at all hours of the day and night. When I woke up from a sound sleep this morning he was on top of me riding my dick. Can't you take on some of the fucking duties and let us have a break?"

I had to laugh.

"It's your own fault." I said. "You two turned him into a monster with those big cocks. I can't promise anything but let me work on it."

I called Steve and Tony came wandering in at the same time. Everyone ate like Vikings and soon all that was left was the dirty dishes. The others went out and started work while I cleaned up.

I had acquired quite a few bookkeeping clients in the past few months and after cleaning I had to go into town to drop off paperwork to a few of my clients.

I had no sooner parked than the sheriff pulled up behind me. I got out and went to lean into his car window. Looking down into his lap I could see the perfect outline of his fat cock shaft and plump cock head through his uniform pants.

"Please tell me that you're here because you need someone to work a load out of that." I told him, indicating his cock.

"Do you always have such a one track mind?" he asked, smiling.

"Only when I'm around you and you're dangling that in front of me." I said.

"That sounds like a perfect start for the day but really I had a couple of things to ask you about."

"Do they involve your dick?"

"No." he said. "They involve a story that a little birdie told me about a fight last night at the Clover."

"What did the birdie say?" I asked.

"That some new guy who'd never been there before beat the fuck out of three of our citizens. The description of that guy sounded vaguely familiar."

"Well, you know, people look alike. And you should never trust eye witnesses."

The sheriff just grinned at me and said, "I checked at the hospital. They had three guys come in last night. One had major damage to his mouth and teeth and a set of balls swollen to the size of a basketball. Another one left in a sling after having his shoulder popped back in the socket. The third one is still there with a couple of cracks in his skull. Any of that ring a bell?"

"Not a tinkle." I said. "You repeat that description to me and I'll keep an eye peeled for the assailant for you."

"You're just like a little feist dog, aren't you?" the sheriff said. "Did you ever think of joining the police force?"

"Believe me. Sheriff, I'm not the type. Be careful what you wish for."

He grinned and shook his head and then he said, "One other thing. I got a call about you yesterday from a detective in the town where you used to live. Something about a friend of yours who was shot to death. He wants you to call him back."

I didn't like the sound of that but I kept my cool. "I'll stop by on my way home and get his number." I told the sheriff.

"Hell, just call him from the office. The taxpayers are footing my long distance bill."

As I did my CPA errands, I felt a little nervous and it was with some trepidation that I finally arrived at the sheriff's office. If he noticed any difference in me, he didn't let on.

I dialed the number he gave me and had a short conversation which considerably lightened my mood.

"What did he want?" the sheriff asked.

"First, he wanted to know if the name Kenneth Mars meant anything to me. When I told him I'd never heard it before, he told me that a man by that name had been arrested for murdering my high-school buddy, Charles. Apparently, 2 nights ago, this Mars guy held up a Korean store and killed the owner. When the ballistics came back on the bullet, it was the same gun that killed my friend."

"And they have the guy? Did he confess?"

"They caught him immediately after the robbery. But he says that he just bought the gun last week and doesn't know anything about the other killing. The detective said this guy has a list of arrests as long as your arm, some of them for really nasty things."

"That's what they all say when they get caught. He'll get pinned for both murders. That must make you feel better."

"It sure does, to know that someone is under arrest and charged with Charles' murder takes a real weight off of my mind."

I practically skipped out of the office but then something dawned on me and I stuck my head back through the door.

"Are you available to entertain later tonight?" I asked.

"I can make myself available."

"Good," I replied, "I have a surprise to bring over to you."

"You always surprise me." the sheriff said.

When I got back home I started fixing lunch. Daddy came in after about half of an hour and he and I had a very interesting conversation regarding Steve. Daddy was worried about him and I confessed that I was a bit, too. We made a plan to try to deal with our concerns.

When I called everyone in for lunch, daddy was already seated at the table.

Steve came in and I wheeled on him.

"Goddamn it, Steve, you're tracking mud and shit all over the floor after I just cleaned it." I said.

Before either Steve or I could say more, Daddy said in a loud voice, "Hey, don't talk to your brother like that."

I saw a look off wonder come over Steve's face.

"You do a lot around here but so does Steve. He's worked like a slave for the last few months and it's thanks to him that the whole place hasn't fallen apart. You show him some respect if you want any in return. And you need to apologize." daddy said.

I put on my most contrite expression and said, "You're right, daddy."

I turned to Steve and said, "I apologize for acting like an asshole. I know how hard you work and how much you do. I'm just used to acting like a fucker toward you and I need to accept the fact that you're not like I thought. If I talk out of turn again, please call me on it."

Steve first looked at me like I was some strange species he'd never encountered and then he actually blushed.

"It's okay." he said. "We both have been carrying a grudge. We'll work it out."

I couldn't resist adding, "But if I'm not out of turn, I'm still going to flay your ass alive."

"I have no doubt of that, little brother." Steve said. "I've seen you in action."

Steve's whole demeanor changed in the course of that lunch. He lightened up and even joked with daddy and Cody at Tony's expense. I kept my mouth shut.

After everyone finished eating, I began to clear the table and they left, one by one, until only daddy was left.

"How did I do?" he asked.

"You were fantastic. Did you see the change that came over Steve? A few more times chewing my ass out over him and I think he'll be a new man."

Daddy hugged me and kissed my cheek and said, "I sure do love my baby boy."

A while later, Steve came almost silently into the kitchen behind me and when I turned and saw it was him, I said, "I really am sorry for always being on your case. Maybe I'm just jealous because you're so tall and handsome. Or maybe because daddy has always favored you. He's told me, I don't know how many times, that if something should happen to him and Cody, he wants you to run the ranch."

"Me? He said that? Not you?"

"I wouldn't know one end of a horse from the other if somebody hadn't shown me. I can do all of the financial shit and the paperwork but you're the one who does the real work around here. Everybody knows that."

I could tell that Steve's ego was recovering when he said, "You're almost making me wish I hadn't beat on you so much when you were a little brat."

"I still get to kick the shit out of you occasionally for that." I said. "I'm no saint."

Steve walked over to where I stood and his hand first groped my butt, and then nestled between my ass cheeks.

"Maybe I'll have to punish you later for your smart mouth." he said, moving his fingers so that he caressed my hole.

"Gosh, if that's my punishment maybe I'll have to mouth off more often." I told him.

He kissed me and I felt his tongue probing my mouth and his hard cock rubbing against my body. I pushed him away and slapped him with the dish towel.

"Get back to work or I'll dock your pay." I said. "You're getting me all flustered."

He gave me a lazy grin and turned to go.

"Would you go somewhere with me after supper?" I asked. "I may need back-up."

"Just tell me when. "he replied.

The rest of the afternoon flew by. I worked on my accounting while cooking and before I knew it the guys were back to be fed again. I knew that I was in for a busy night ahead if everything went to plan.

When everything was completed and stowed away after supper I said to Steve, "Let's take a ride."

Before leaving, I opened daddy's safe and retrieved the 9MM that I'd stored there and slid it into my waist band at the back. It never hurts to be prepared.

We got into the truck with Steve at the wheel and he said, "Where to?"

"Our new friends the Satans, they have a club house or something where they all hang out, don't they?"

"I'm not ready to go looking for a fight." Steve said.

"I just want to know where it is and what it looks like. I know it's fairly nearby. I just want to see the lay of the land, I don't want them sneaking up on us. We don't even have to stop, we can drive by."

"If I get my ass kicked again tonight, I'm taking it out on you when I recover." Steve said.

I slid my hand up his thigh until my little finger was resting against his ball sack and I said, "Don't you worry, I'll take care of you."

He snorted through his nose and started the engine.

It turned out that the "club house" was only about a mile and a half from the ranch and almost directly behind it. It was an old filling station/mechanic's shop that had seen better days. The building itself looked ready to fall down and the paved space around it was littered with some broken down cars, engine parts and other mechanical debris. Everything looked like it was coated with 50 years worth of grease and grime, even the broken filling pumps. There was a row of motorcycles parked up near the pull up door but otherwise the place seemed deserted.

We slowed down in front and were hit by a wave of stench.

"Phew-eee, smells like the septic system backed up." Steve said.

"That's not sewage, that's what it smells like when you cook meth." I replied.

"And exactly how do you know that?"

"Trust me, I know a lot of things I wish I didn't." I said.

We drove on by and I said to Steve, "They're a lot closer than I'd like. They could probably just go out their back door to our fields and hurt the horses."

"I thought about that, too." Steve said. "It's less than a mile as the crow flies to our house."

I thought for a few minutes and then told Steve, "Okay, one more stop. Take me to see The Nomads."

Steve looked at me with his eyebrows raised but he did as I asked.

* * * * * *

When they reached their destination, Andy said to Steve, "Wait in the truck. I'll only be a minute."

Steve watched him slide out of the door and cross to the building. A huge leather clad man stood in front and he growled, "What the fuck do you want?"

"I just need to speak to Ronnie for a moment." Andy replied. Ronnie was the leader of the group, the man he'd spoken to at the Clover the night of the fight.

The big man looked dubious but then Steve saw recognition dawn on him.

"You're the mean little fucker who kicked ass at the Clover last night."

"They hurt my brother and nobody does that but me." Andy said.

Steve could see that the leather guy had a whole different attitude.

"Can I tell him your name and a little of what you need to see him for?" the biker asked politely.

"Tell him it's Andy Russell. Did you know that the Satans are cooking meth?"

The big guy's face darkened up again and he said, "No, but Ronnie will definitely want to hear about that. Just come on in with me."

Steve watched as the two of them disappeared through the doorway. Less than five minutes later, Andy, Ronnie and the huge guy all came back out. It was quite the contrast to see Andy, small as he was, in the company of the two big bikers. They were all smiling and Andy shook both of their hands as he left.

"I'll leave it up to you." Steve heard Ronnie tell Andy as he walked back toward the truck.

* * * * * *

When I got back into the truck, Steve asked, "What was all of that about?"

"I just wanted to ask if they needed someone to do their books for them." I said. "It never hurts to ask."

"Sure, maybe next week I'll come over and ask if they need a maid." Steve replied.

"Don't question me." I said. "Just trust me, I have a plan."

"I think you have a plan for everything and everyone. That's what makes you scary."

"I have a plan for you." I replied. "But, I'm not going to carry it out until I get you naked in my bed."

"I'll hold you to that one." Steve said as they drove home.

When they got back to the ranch, I went into the barn briefly and then came into the house. Daddy and Cody were at the kitchen table playing cards.

"Where is Tony?" I asked.

"Probably taking a nap so he can keep us up again all night." Cody said.

"I may have a plan to give you guys a break. Let me go talk to him."

Tony was indeed lying on his bed, napping. I stopped in the doorway to admire his beautiful nude body before rousing him.

"How would you like to meet a new playmate?" I asked. I caressed his warm, smooth ass and said, "Someone who will give this a workout you'll never forget?"

"Hell, yeah." Tony replied. "I'm ready to go. I think daddy and Cody are wearing out."

"I'll come and get you at around midnight." I told him. "Get some more rest; you're going to need it."

Cody and daddy were more than gratified to hear that Tony was going away for a sleep over.

"Hell, maybe I'll go to bed right now and finally get some rest." daddy said.

"And I'm right behind you." Cody remarked.

"Gee, maybe I'll come and you two can entertain me for a change." I said, teasing.

"These dicks are off duty and I don't want anybody disturbing us until at least dawn. As a matter of fact, I think I'll lock that damned bedroom door." daddy replied.

"Your virtue will be safe." I said. "I have a previous engagement."

Daddy and Cody got up from the table and disappeared down the hall.

When Steve came into the kitchen a little later I told him, "I don't think even the Satans are dumb enough to do anything so soon after making a public threat but I think we should keep our eyes and ears open."

"You're the one who sleeps light as a cat." Steve replied. "I'm sure you'll be on alert."

The rest of the evening I worked on my books. One of the things I really loved about numbers is that I could turn my mind off and simply deal with figures instead of people. When I finally looked up from the screen it was only a few minutes until 12 o'clock.

I walked down the hallway to Steve and Tony's bedroom. Steve's bed was vacant, he was probably in mine. Tony was awake and lying on his back with a big stiff hard on lying on his stomach.

"I see that you're all ready.' I told him. "But we'd better put some clothes over that so we don't scare the horses. Just slip on some gym shorts and a tee shirt, you won't be wearing them long."

He got up and dressed and I couldn't resist squeezing his plump ass.

"It's going to be nothing but good times tonight." I told him.

We got into the truck and I drove him over to the sheriff's house. As expected, he'd left the door unlocked in preparation for me stopping by. I led Tony inside, still not telling him who we were going to see and told him to wait in the hallway outside the bedroom.

When I walked in, the sheriff was sitting up in bed nude. His stiff cock was standing straight up from his crotch and I almost couldn't resist diving open mouthed on to it. I restrained myself and asked, "Remember I said I had a surprise for you?"