Prologue

 

​          Franklin Rogers lay on top of Iris, a young and naked coed.  He raised up onto his extended hands and arms.  His condom covered hardon was buried deep inside Iris.  He dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.  He resumed his long, slow strokes until he reached orgasm.  After orgasm, he lifted his head.  Her nipple pulled out of his tightly clamped lips.
          Franklin looked up at Iris’ eyes.  They did not blink, only stared into his eyes.  He closed her eyes with two fingers.  He forced her mouth open with his tongue, exploring the inside of her mouth.  It tasted sweet to him.  Franklin sighed and rolled over off Iris.  She did not move.
          Franklin pulled the filled condom off as he walked to the bathroom.  He wrapped the condom in toilet paper and flushed the toilet.  He waited for it to fill and flushed again.  He went back to the bed and, still naked, laid down beside Iris.  He fell asleep with one hand cupping her breast.

          Franklin was awakened by a phone ringing.  He looked at naked and prone Iris.  He removed his hand from her breast.  He touched her cheek.  It was cold.  He touched her other breast.  It too was cold.  The phone continued to ring.  With a loud sigh, Franklin got out of bed to answer the phone in his apartment, which he had been allowed to rent going into his Junior year at Boston College.  Freshmen and Sophomores were required to stay in the dorms.
          Iris opened her eyes and looked at Franklin.  “Will you turn up the heat a little please?” She asked as she rubbed the goosebumps that covered her arms.  She got off the bed and climbed back in under the covers this time.  Early April in Massachusetts was cold.  Franklin nodded as he answered the phone.
          “Guess what, little brother,” Kingfisher County Deputy Sheriff Bernie Rogers said.  “I am now the acting Sheriff.  Sheriff Johnson resigned this morning and the county commissioners approved my interim status until the election in November.”
          “That is great, Bernie,” Franklin said.  This may be an issue when I get back to Kingfisher this summer and resume my mental torture of Konnor Williams.  That fucking bullying asshole deserves to suffer until I end it for him by killing his ass.

 

You May Need Two Hands

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          After a long two-day drive from Boston, Franklin reached Kingfisher a little after dark.  He used the trip to think about his vacation plans.  His main aim was to catch up with Konnor Williams and, hopefully, work alongside him if he still roughnecked.  Franklin remembered all the fun he had tormenting Konnor last summer and was excited to do the same again this year.
          He drove to his parent’s house and dropped his things off in his old bedroom.  Then he went to his favorite spying spot, the old abandoned Littrel house.  The empty house was located about an eighth of a mile east of Konnor’s house.  A few minutes after he got there, Franklin heard the sound of Konnor’s Harley before he saw it.
          “Well, well, look who’s home,” Franklin muttered to himself.  He sat in the dark shadows of a giant elm tree situated on the west edge of the Littrel’s yard.  He looked across a yellowing wheat field at Konnor’s house.  In a couple weeks the wheat would be ready to harvest.

          Konnor rode his Harley Sportster onto his driveway.  Janet Hardgrove got off the back before he killed it and leaned it onto its kickstand.  Konnor got off the bike, took Janet by the hand, and together they walked over to her house.
          "Are you sure you don’t want to come in?” Janet asked. “Maybe knock off a quick piece of me before going back home?”
          “Well, since you put it that way.  I think a little piece of you will not keep me from getting up for work in the morning,” Konnor said.  He followed Janet into her house.

          “Looks like Janet and Konnor are not living together,” Franklin muttered to himself as he watched them enter Janet’s house. “That leaves the door open for me.”  Franklin gave up his spy position and drove back to his parents’ house.

          Franklin sat opposite Acting Sheriff Bernie Rogers in a booth at the Patio Cafe.  He looked his big brother over.
          “You don’t look any different to me,” Franklin said.  “Same old ugly mug.”
          “Ditto.  You are aware that we look a lot alike,” Bernie said with a smile.
          “True, but I got the brains and slightly more of the good looks.  You got…” Franklin hesitated as he looked his brother over with a discerning eye before continuing, “well you.”
          “Asshole,” Bernie said.  They both laughed.
          Mary came up to their booth.  She set two cups of coffee down in front of them.
          “What can I get you two?” She asked.
          “I would like a Chicken Fried Steak with two over easy, hash browns, and toast,” Franklin said.
          “How do you want your eggs and do you want cream gravy on the Chicken Fry or on the side?” Mary asked.
          “Over hard and on the side.  Thank you, Mary,” Franklin said.
          Mary turned toward Bernie.
          “I will have the same except sunnyside up and gravy on the chicken fry,” Bernie said.
          Mary stuck her pencil behind her ear, placed her guest check pad in her apron pocket and left to go turn in their orders.
          “How are you liking being the man in charge?” Franklin asked Bernie after Mary walked away.
          “The only good thing about it is I am not stuck working nights.  Otherwise it blows.  The paperwork is a pain in the ass.  I’d rather be out on patrol.  I never realized how much of a desk job being Sheriff can be,” Bernie said.
          “Maybe you are doing it wrong.  Have you tried getting hooked on Soap Operas like Robert was?”
          “Ha ha, very funny.”
          “Has your new position of power gotten Rose to drop her pants for you?” Franklin asked.  His eyes lit up with amusement at the idea that his big brother finally got the pretty Jailer to go out with him.
          “Nope.  Now, I can’t ask her out on a date because I’m her boss.  Another thing that blows with this job,” Bernie said.  “I’m seriously thinking of not running for the Sheriff spot in the November election.”
          “That’s too bad.  Sorry it is not working out for you,” Franklin said.
          “What about you?  How is school going?”
          “It is going well.  I have a girlfriend, Iris.  Well sort of.  She is more like a fuck buddy,” Franklin said with a sly grin.
          “Good for you.  It helps to have a way to get the wick wet every once in a while.  How long have you two been hooking up?”
          “Since March,” Bernie said.  “As a matter of fact, I was fucking her when you called me about Robert stepping down.”
          “Wow, sorry bro.”
          “No, problem.  I had just shot my wad when the phone rang.”
          Mary brought their food out.  They ate without exchanging many more words.
          “Do you happen to know if Konnor is still working for Charlie?” Franklin asked Bernie after they had finished their breakfasts.
          “Yes, he is.  Charlie is drilling daylights now,” Bernie said.  “I ran into Charlie at Loves yesterday morning around six.  He had Dennis Porter, Rick Taylor, and Konnor with him.  Why?”
          “I thought if Charlie had an opening, I would try to hire on for the summer,” Franklin said.
          “Sorry little brother, it looks like Charlie has a full crew.”
          “I guess maybe I will look elsewhere then.”
          “I will let you know if I hear of any openings around town.  Are you particular about what kind of summer job?” Bernie asked.
          “No, as long as they understand I will be leaving in mid-August to return back to Boston.”
          “I got breakfast.  I better get back to the never, fucking ending paperwork,” Bernie growled as he slid out of the booth.
          Franklin looked at Bernie over the top of his coffee cup. “Thanks for breakfast.  It was good catching up.”
          Mary came over with the coffee pot.  Franklin looked at his watch.  It was another fifteen minutes before the bank opened at nine.  He nodded to Mary. She poured him a refill and went to the next booth to check for refills.
          Franklin lifted his freshly warmed coffee, took a sip, then left it up by his mouth as he became lost in thought.
          I wonder which of Charlie’s hands will be the easiest to eliminate so I can get Charlie to hire me?  Rick lives with his mom, which makes it a little more difficult to catch him alone.  Dennis, if he still lives out by the big creek and hasn’t married, should be easy to catch at home alone.  Dennis it is.
          With that issue thought out, Franklin took another sip of his coffee.  He looked at his watch again.
          “By the time I get there, the bank will be open,” he muttered to himself.
          Franklin walked the two blocks to Kingfisher Bank & Trust.  He saw Janet at one of the teller stations.  He walked up to the opening.
          “Good morning, Janet”
          “Hi, Franklin.  I didn’t know you were back in town.”
          “I got in last night,” Franklin said.  He looked at her left hand. “I see you and Konnor aren’t engaged or hitched yet.”
          “No, not yet.  We are taking our time getting to know each other.”
          “Have you moved in with him yet?”  He asked, already knowing the answer.
          “No, not yet. Why?”
          “Well, I was thinking that since there is no ring and you are still living alone that maybe we could get together some night.  I know you must be wondering if my dick is as big as I claim it is,” Franklin said with a wink and sly grin.
          “Really, Franklin.  Have you not learned anything yet?  Even if I was curious about your supposed big dick, I am with Konnor.  And he gives me all the dick I need.”
          Franklin smirked, “I guess, if you are willing to settle.  Why don’t I stop by this afternoon and show you what you are missing out on?”
          Janet shook her head and grinned. “You are persistent.  I will give you that.  Are you here for any other reason than to try to get into my pants?”
          Franklin leaned in closer and whispered, “I don’t want in your pants. I want to fill and stretch your pussy.”
          “Okay, well, thank you, Franklin.  If there is nothing else?”
          “There is something else.  Can you cash some Travelers checks for me?”
          “Sure, how much do you want cashed?”
          Franklin pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.  He pulled out five one hundred dollar Travelers checks. “I think five hundred should get me through the summer and back to Boston in August.  Make it all twenties if you don’t mind.”
          Janet pushed an ink pen his way.  Franklin signed the Travelers checks and pushed them toward Janet.
          “I left my car over at the Patio Cafe.  I can go get it and park here in the bank’s parking lot.  I will be glad to wait for you to go on your break.  Then, if you want, you can come out to my car and I will show you what you are missing out on.  Maybe, you will even give a poor, pussy starved guy a hand job.  Although, I must warn you, you may need to use two hands.” Franklin winked at Janet.
          Janet counted out twenty-five twenty dollar bills and pushed them toward Franklin.  “I believe I will pass.  Oh, and Franklin.  Not every girl is impressed by a guy with a big dick.  From my experience, most big dick guys, like you, if you actually have a big dick, are dicks themselves.  I will stick with a guy who knows how to take care of a lady and her needs.”
          “I guess, if you are willing to settle for Konnor’s small dick.” Franklin gathered up his money.  “So, that’s a no on coming out to the car on your break?”
          “Yes, Franklin.  That’s a no.”
          “What about me coming over to your place after you get off this afternoon.  I can see to it you get off a few minutes after I get there.  If you get my drift.”
          “That’s also a no.”
          Franklin started to walk away.
          “And, Franklin.  Konnor’s is not small.  It is more than enough to satisfy my every need.  And, not so large that I can’t get it down my throat.  Got it?”
          “Got it.  You like to take dicks down your throat.” Franklin leaned back in toward Janet.  “I believe that if I shove hard enough, you will be able to throat mine, too.”  He winked, then made a gagging sound.
          “Good-bye, Franklin.  It's good to see you again.”  Janet gathered the Travelers checks and placed them in her drawer under the counter.