Busting Broncos Pt. 05

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his already stiff cock.

"I can tell somebody missed me." I said.

I moved down on the bed so that my head was level with his crotch. Like the rest of Steve's body, his cock was perfectly proportioned and exactly the right size. Even after all of these months he was able to make my balls empty just from fucking my ass.

I knew I'd get fucked later tonight but right now I wanted to taste his cum. As my hot mouth closed over his cock head, he let out a sigh and relaxed. I loved the taste of his cock, of his balls and his ass hole. It seemed like I could never get my fill of them and that worried me, too. Attachments are dangerous.

I went to work, servicing the stiff meat with my lips and tongue, using all of the little tricks I'd learned that he liked. I was eager to feel his hot juice sliding down my throat.

He writhed as my head bobbed up and down his shaft, my tongue darting out to lick his balls on the down stroke. My finger found his puckered ass hole and I stroked it in time to my sucking. I could feel it tighten and relax as the waves of pleasure rode up and down his dick.

He knew I wanted his juice and he didn't hold back. The fat head swelled in my mouth and soon a flood of slick liquid jetted into my throat. I savored his musky flavor, sweet and salty at the same time as I swished it over my tongue. It was my favorite midnight snack.

As his cock softened in my mouth Steve said, "You really wanted that."

I moved up on the bed so that we were side by side.

"I'm always hungry for a taste of my big brother." I said.

I couldn't see his face in the dark but I could feel his body tense and after a minute he said, "I need to ask you about something."

"Something pleasant, I hope."

He didn't respond at first and then he asked, "What would happen if I wanted to see somebody else?"

"What do you mean, 'what would happen'?

"Would you get pissed off?" he asked.

"No, why would I? And why would you care?"

"People tend to get hurt when you get pissed off." Steve said.

"You should see what happens when I get downright angry." I said with a laugh. "But no, I wouldn't get pissed off and nobody would get hurt. Want to tell me about who you have in mind?"

"I'm not ready for that, yet, and it might go nowhere." he said.

I reached down again and grasped his thick cock, which I was glad to feel beginning to swell in my hand.

"Well, while you're deciding your future course, how would you feel about pounding your little brother's ass until he begs you to stop?"

"I can do that." he said in a pleased voice. "I doubt you'll beg me to stop, though."

* * * * * *

My next run-in with Timmy Ferguson occurred at the end of that week. I had driven into town to pick up a few things and as I drove down the street I spotted him sitting on the same bench we'd previously shared. He looked even thinner than before and he had dark circles under his eyes.

I parked my car and then walked over to the bench where I sat at the other end and waited for him to speak.

Finally he said, "He's doing it again."

"Sonny?" I asked. "He's bothering you again?"

Timmy didn't respond.

"You really need to do something, tell someone." I said. "Have you told your mom?"

"She doesn't care, she told me I have to be 'nice' to him and do what he says. She said they're going to get married."

"She knows what he does?"

"She said it's just something men do and it's no big deal, that I have to stop acting like a baby."

The red mist that precedes my truest rage had started to descend over my vision.

"He said he's going to bring some of his friends over and we're going to have a party. I'm really scared, Andy. They're going to hurt me."

The voice that came from my throat was much calmer than I was feeling.

"How can we solve this, Timmy?" I asked.

"Sonny needs to die. If my mom marries him and then she overdoses, I could be forced to stay with him. You know what would probably happen to me. My mom went back to hooking because he wanted her to and he gives her drugs. Every time he comes over, she sticks a needle in her arm and passes out. That's when it happens."

"Does Sonny use a needle, too?" I asked.

"After he gets done with me. They're both upstairs passed out now. She's going to overdose and die; anyway, I wish she'd hurry up and do it. People who have little kids are supposed to protect them."

"That's a harsh thing to say." I said.

"It's the truth. I can tell you. If they both died, I could go and live with my grandpa and grandma. They want me to, they tell me so. It's the only way I can get away but I'm little."

I looked at him for the first time and he was staring back at me. I saw the same emptiness and depth behind his eyes that I saw every time I looked into the mirror.

"They'll be dead forever." I said.

"That's how they should be." Timmy replied.

I sat musing for a few minutes, mulling over a plan that had already half formed in my head. The only thing that had worried me was how it would affect Timmy.

"Can you stay out of Sonny's way and safe for a few days?" I asked.

"I'll get away when he comes over. I know places I can hide all night if I need to. They'll never find me."

"You can't turn the clock back on this once it's done, Timmy." I said.

"I know that. I told you, we're alike. You're the only person who can really help me."

"Alright. We never had this conversation and unless it's a really, really serious emergency, we shouldn't be seen talking in the next few days."

"I know all of that. Thank you, Andy." Timmy said and then he slid off of the bench and walked toward home. He didn't look back.

* * * * * *

I hadn't seen my friend Ronnie, the leader of the Nomads, for almost a month. When I pulled up outside of their clubhouse Bennie, my other fuck buddy, was in his usual place near the door. He looked pleased to see me.

"I was just thinking about you earlier today." he said when I walked up.

"Good thoughts, I hope."

"I'm thinking them again, judge for yourself." he replied. He spread his legs so that I could see his massive dick lengthening and fattening inside his jeans leg.

"You're going to make me forget why I'm here if you keep swinging that thing around." I said. "Is Ronnie in?"

"He's inside, you know the way." he said.

I went over to the doorway and before I opened the door I turned back to him.

"I wonder if you can be free tonight." I asked.

"I can be free all night if you want me to." he said.

"Pick me up at nine; I'll pay for the room." I replied as I went inside.

Ronnie was in his usual spot on the sofa, reclining in a patterned robe. He smiled when he saw it was me.

"You might not smile when you hear why I've come." I said. "I need a favor."

"Ask away."

"I need some fentanyl." I said.

He looked shocked and then angry.

"When did you start using?" he asked.

"I didn't. I need your help. I need some really pure stuff, enough to serve two. I'm planning a goodbye party for a couple of pieces of shit that I know."

"You little fucker, are you sure that you don't want to come to work for me?"

"A year ago I might have said I would but I've got too many responsibilities now. But, I'll keep the offer in mind."

Ronnie swung his legs off of the sofa and stood up. I got a flash of his big cock in the robe opening as he did so.

"Sit tight, I'll take care of your order myself." he said.

He went to the other side of the room and opened a door and disappeared inside. The brief look I'd gotten at his big meat had made me hungry and I was lost in a fantasy when he returned.

He was wearing rubber gloves which he shucked off and took a clear baggie from his robe pocket. When he handed it to me I saw that inside there were 3 small packets of a white powder and 3 disposable syringes.

"Is this enough?" I asked.

Ronnie laughed and then he said, "What you have in your hand could kill half of the county. Pure, undiluted Chinese fentanyl. Don't open the baggie. If you even get it on your fingertip you'll wind up in the EU. I threw in a couple of spikes to make it more enticing."

"What do I owe you?" I asked.

"It's free." he replied as he sat back down across from me. "I like that you came to me and let me know your plan. I shouldn't be helping you reduce my market but sometimes the herd needs thinned and I trust your judgment."

The way he was sitting with his legs spread, I could see up his robe. His fat uncut cock was just a half inch or so exposed.

He saw me looking and asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

I stood up and took a few steps forward, moving the coffee table from between us, and then sank to my knees in front of him. I ran my hands up his inner thighs under his robe, then loosened the tie and spread his robe open.

His beautiful cock was in the first stages of hardness, lying fat and thick on top of his meaty balls. When I closed my hand around the magnificent meat I could feel it growing.

"What I need most is the thing I'm always going to need from you." I said.

I skinned back his heavy foreskin to expose the smooth head inside. When my tongue licked his piss hole, a tremor went through his whole body. I lapped at the leaking slit like a kitten at a bowl of milk and his cock responded by growing to full hardness and stiffness. His cock ran a close second to my daddy's in the monster meat division.

I licked down the long shaft until I reached his huge balls, then I sucked them one at a time into my hot mouth. His loose sack stretched as I held each one in my mouth with my lips relaxed and drew it out from his body. When it popped out of my mouth, he jumped with the sensation. After a bit more licking on his balls, I placed his knees over my shoulders and then lifted and spread his legs.

His tight pink ass hole peered up at me from the deep crease in his ass. I began to lap at it as I had his cock slit and he responded by spreading his legs wider and tilting his pelvis up toward my mouth. The feeling of his smooth hole against my tongue was heavenly and I could tell he thought so too.

When I pressed my tongue against the opening, it slowly opened until I had half of my tongue buried inside his ass. He legs were shaking with tremors. I stiffened my tongue and fucked it in and out of the clutching hole as he sighed and moaned. I lost track of how long I kept my face buried between his buns.

I could hear him making a low crooning noise and I reached up and closed my hand around his giant prick. It was hot and wet with precum flowing down it, just begging to be sucked.

I lowered his legs and went to work on his magnificent cock. His tasty precum flooded my mouth, a harbinger of delights to come. I licked and sucked the stiff tool like it was the last cock on earth.

With arms and legs splayed, all of his feeling was concentrated in his cock. My mouth slid up and down on it, my tongue swirling over the hard surface. I was holding each of his balls in each of my hands so I could feel when they started to rise.

It didn't take much longer until I felt the hard balls trying to pull up into his abdomen. Instead of allowing them, I stretched them further while speeding up my lips on his thick shaft.

He was making low noises like an animal when it finally became too much. The first hot wad of cum that shot out of his piss hole almost filled my mouth. There was plenty more to follow.

I kept hold of his nuts and sucked hard on his cock head. The cum shot out of his slit twice as fast and hard and he moaned with each spurt.

When his balls had emptied, I released him from my hands and mouth and perched back on my knees. Even though his cock was softening, it wasn't shrinking much in size.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me and said, "Goddamn, did anyone ever tell you that you're an expert cocksucker?"

"Flattery will get you anywhere." I said. "We should make this a regularly scheduled program."

"My door, and robe, are always open to you." he replied.

"You may live to regret that offer." I said. "You'll probably wind up running and hiding from me."

"We'll just see who runs down first."

I pocketed the package he'd made up for me, kissed his leaking piss slit goodbye and let myself out. Bennie was standing outside and I looked him up and down while he grinned.

"Maybe you should pick me up at 8 o'clock." I said. "I'm already impatient."

* * * * * *

Late the next afternoon I dressed in my black outfit and parked in town where I could see Timmy's door. Just as it was getting dark, Tina Ferguson came out and got into her car. I followed her to a burger place and when she got back into her car, I followed her out to Sonny's trailer. I parked about a half mile down the road and went the rest of the way on foot. There was a stand of trees not far from the trailer and when I climbed up into one of them; I had a perfect view into the window of the place. The lights were on and I watched the two of them eating their take out. I wondered what Timmy had had for supper.

When the food was eaten and they'd each drained a beer, Sonny got up and disappeared briefly. When he returned he had a small wash kit type bag and I watched the two of them as they prepared shots of heroin.

When the syringes were filled, he tied off Tina's arm and injected her, then quickly did the same for himself. A few seconds later, they were both face down on the table top.

I climbed down from the tree, walked back to my car and went home.

I slept well that night and the next morning I couldn't wait for the day to pass. In our basement I found an old box of things that my mom had left behind when she moved out. I found a purse, as I guessed I would and some other things, a handkerchief and a change purse and even an old tube of lipstick. I packed them all into the purse and took it upstairs. In my room, I put a couple of dollars into the change purse and then put the baggie with the drugs under the other things.

I worked once again until late afternoon and then laid out a cold supper for the family. I got into my car and drove back into town and parked in the same spot.

Just as she had the night before, Tina came out and got into her car and I followed her once again to the burger joint. She parked and while she was inside I went to the space between the driver's door and the next car. I placed the purse on the ground so that it stuck out from under the other car as if it had fallen out when the door was opened. Then, I hurried back to my car.

From where I was parked I could see Tina come across the lot and approach her car. Just as she got to the space between the two autos, she stopped. I saw her look quickly around, then open her car door. The last thing she did was lean down, scoop up the purse and stuff it under her seat. She peeled out of the lot quickly.

I followed her out to Sonny's trailer again, parked up the road and sprinted after her. By the time I was perched in the tree, she was inside. She dropped her food on the table and held the purse up like a prize.

Sonny took it from her and opened it. I saw him take out the change purse and pocket the few dollars, and then he dumped everything on the table. Even from where I perched I could see the shine of the plastic baggie.

He picked it up and looked at it and then showed it to Tina. She jumped up and did a little dance.

Sonny, meanwhile, got up and went into another part of the trailer. When he returned he laid out a bent spoon, cotton and a lighter. At that point, I jumped to the ground, sprinted to my car and went home.

* * * * * *

The next morning after the guys went out to work; I got into my car again and made the short drive into town. I parked near the sheriff's office and waited. It took over an hour but I then saw Timmy walking toward the office on the sidewalk. I got out of my car as though I'd just arrived and reached the office door just before Timmy.

"Hi, guy." I said. "What are you up to?"

"I need to talk to the sheriff." he replied.

"I was just on my way to see him myself. Come on."

I opened the door and he entered before me.

"You can probably guess why I'm here." I said to the sheriff. "This young man can take care of his business first."

The sheriff gave me a wry grin and said, "How can I help?"

"My mom didn't come home last night." Timmy said.

"Does she stay out all night some time?" the sheriff said.

"She always comes home early in the morning because she stays up all night. She says that's the only time she can sleep, while I'm at school."

The sheriff glanced at me, clearly thinking the same thing I was about such a young child being left alone every night.

"Did she say where she was going?" he asked.

"She always goes to Sonny's and then they go out." Timmy said.

"Well, maybe she just fell asleep out there. I'll run out and check. You come with me."

The sheriff led Timmy a few doors down to the town diner. When we were all inside he said to the waitress, "Marge, I think this young man needs breakfast. Can I leave him with you for a short time while I check up on something?"

"Well, sure," she replied. "Timmy is one of my favorite people."

"Give him as much as he can eat, I'll pay." I told her, and then remembered something else. "I'll be right back." I said.

I walked to my car and opened the trunk. The day before, also stored in the basement, I'd found a box of Hardy Boys mysteries that had to have belonged to my brothers. I scooped up the box and carried it into the diner.

"I was going to drop these off at the library but I bet you'd enjoy them." I told Timmy.

He couldn't wait to look at them when he saw they were books.

The sheriff and I went outside and he said, "Why don't you follow along behind me. If Sonny is all drugged up and belligerent, I may have to shoot him and I want a friendly witness."

We each got into our autos and I trailed him to the mobile home. The lights were still on inside but no one seemed to be around. I got out and stood against my car while he went to the door and knocked. No one answered so he went to the window and peered in. He swiveled on his heel and went to his cruiser, opened the door and picked up his radio.

"I need an ambulance." he told the dispatcher. "And send the coroner, too."

He gave the address and then walked over to me and I asked, "Is Sonny in there?"

"They both are." he replied. "There's no way they're still alive."

I waited with him for the short time it took for the county services to appear. He led them inside and I could see them moving about through the window. He came back out a few minutes later and said to me, "OD'd, both of them. The needles are still stuck in their arms."

"I guess it was quick, then." I said.

He stared off into space for a moment and then he said, "I have to tell Timmy."

"I'll go with you, maybe it will help." I said.

A short time later we arrived back at the diner. We went inside where Timmy was surrounded by dirty dishes and deeply engrossed in the "Mystery of the Spiral Staircase".

I slid into the booth across from his and the sheriff took a seat beside me.

When Timmy looked up from his book, the sheriff said, "Timmy, I have something pretty bad to tell you."

Timmy didn't say anything.

"You're mom won't be coming home." the sheriff said.

"Is she dead?" Timmy asked.

"I'm afraid so, son." the sheriff replied.

"Was it drugs?" Timmy asked.

"Yes, it was." he said.

Timmy looked at me with that same flat stare, then rooted around in his pocket and pulled out his little notebook and pencil. He wrote down some numbers, tore out the page and handed it to the sheriff.

"Will you call my grandma and grandpa and tell them to come and get me?" he asked.

"I certainly will." the sheriff said and slid out of the booth. When his back was turned, Timmy looked at me and gave me a tiny smile, then went back to looking solemn.