I couldn't believe Stefan was able to sleep through all the noise. Although there was a strong possibility he could sleep through a tornado. I wasn't a heavy sleeper like he was. After a hard day of working on the farm, he usually fell asleep within seconds.
On this particular July night, the thunder was so loud I thought our cabin would collapse. I got off my bed and peeked out the small cabin window. I could barely see anything because of how hard it was raining.
To my surprise a large truck was speeding off from the back of the barn. The truck was heading full speed towards the main highway. I knew there was no point chasing him. Whoever this was, knew darn well what they were looking for. It was very obvious they were using the storm as a cover for their mischief.
I got up out of bed, and grabbed my rain jacket and boots. Not wanting to wake up Stefan, I quietly opened the cabin door and headed out into the cold rainy night. I did my best to run, but my boots kept getting stuck as the rain came down harder. The lighting hit so close that it lit up the entire night sky around me. I was truly petrified, and I gripped the my rifle hard in my left hand . But was I going to do? Shoot the storm out of the sky?
Drenched from head to toe, I finally made it across the muddy field. The big red barn door was pushed wide open. The animals were making a ton of noise, but they were too startled to run off.
I was quickly able to see what the problem was. Whoever had driven off in that speeding truck, had stolen the Texan's prized white horse.
Daisy was a gorgeous Arabian horse. Daisy was the farms biggest moneymaker. We used her for hauling equipment, shows and horseracing. Over her lengthy career she won prize after prize. Whoever stole Daisy knew exactly why they did it. They were likely going to cart her off, and send her back to the Middle East.
I made sure the other animals were OK and secured the door to the barn. I ran back in the muddy field towards the Texan's house. His big farm-house was on the opposite end of the farm, and I could barely get through the thick mud. I finally arrived at his door, soaking wet and in a deep panic. He came down in his pajamas clearly upset about being jolted awake.
"Couldn't wait until morning?" He said, rubbing his eyes.
Between short deep breaths, I explained what happened to Daisy. He quickly went from tired to angry. I knew how much Daisy meant to him, never mind she was worth a fortune. He banged his fist hard against the front door. He hit it so hard that he nearly knocked the door right off its hinges.
"Sorry didn't mean to get so mad" he said, regaining his composure.
He wrapped his arms around my soaking wet yellow raincoat, and pulled me close. I could feel his heart beating fast as he leaned against me. He pulled the hood off my jacket, and gave me a passionate soft kiss on my trembling lips. He pulled the raincoat up over my head, and set on his front porch to dry.
He leaned in again and kissed me on the lips. This time he gently bit at my bottom lip and wrapped his hands tight against my waist. He let go of my waist well we our tongues met, deep inside each other's warm mouths.
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"Come inside. I'll call Officer Jerry" he said, interrupting our passionate make out session.
Officer Jerry was the only cop in town. He was an older guy, maybe in his sixties or so. He was tall, well-built and his big silver eyes always seemed to sparkle. He was known to solve problems his own way. Rumor in town was that that one time a gang of thieves tried to break into his house, and all five of them ended up in the river.
Another rumor around town was that the scar under his left eye was from him fighting off a mountain lion singlehanded. It didn't really mattered what you thought, because everyone knew he was the toughest man in town.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to get dressed" The Texan said.
I settled down on the couch, and waited impatiently for him. I could still feel his warm hot breath deep inside my mouth. He came back downstairs a few minutes later wearing dark blue jeans, and a plaid shirt. Of course, he was wearing that big Texan hat he always wore. I straddled his beefy body on the couch, and we kissed like animals while we waited for Officer Jerry to arrive. He couldn't keep his dirty hands off my little twink butt, as I felt him get hard against me.
Twenty minutes later, we were interrupted by the loud doorbell. We quickly got off each other, and the Texan went to answer the door. A very much irate police officer was waiting on the front porch. As I explained what happened to Daisy, the officer's eyes nearly popped out of his head. It turned out that his horse had been stolen less than a week earlier. It was also stolen in middle of a being storm by a speeding away truck.
The storm was only getting worse, so the Texan invited Officer Jerry inside.
The Texan took the officer's jacket, and hung it up in the front entrance. I waited on the couch and couldn't help but stare at him as he came into the room. His chest was so muscular everywhere. His shoulders were broad and his arms were big and strong. It was the bulge below his waist that really got my attention.
We all sat on the couch, and The Texan poured us each a big glass of scotch, The Texan explained that I was helping on the farm for the summer, but didn't mention anything about us being lovers. The three of us sat on the couch and watched the storm. I did my best not to stare at the thick bulge between the officers legs. The thunder shook the house, and the lighting darted back and forth across the lake. They both laughed at me, because I nearly jumped a foot in the air.
Officer Jerry and the Texan started joking around a bit. They explained that they were old high school buddies, and both worked on different farms together. We drank more and more, almost emptying the entire bottle. I didn't want to say anything but I could swear the crease under his waist was slowly expanding.
Officer Jerry undid his pants zipper and smiled at me.
"I know you were staring, I caught you boy"
The Texan smiled at both of us, as Officer Jerry undid his zipper all the way. The officer reached inside his open pants zipper. He tried to pull it out through his zipper opening, but it wouldn't come out. He reached in again, and after struggling a little but his behemoth was revealed. He was much bigger and thicker than the Texan. His massive circumcised mushroom tip pushed up between his legs. His thick smooth veins swelled up and down his erect shaft.
"Don't be shy boy, stroke it" he said, taking my hand in his.
The Texan nibbled under the ear, as I reached down between the officer's legs. I could barely wrap my tiny hand around it. He was so warm and heavy, as we slowly stroked him up and down. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, while the Texan watched us from the corner of the couch.
The officer pushed my hand away, and stood up in front of the couch. He slowly undid his zipper and pushed his pants to the floor. His massive cock swung forward like a small baseball bat, and his thick shaven balls were clean shaven.
"Bet you twenty you can't get me in your little twink mouth" he said, stroking himself back and forth.
I leaned forward and sat up at the edge of the couch. He smiled down at me, as I grabbed his strong thighs and opened my mouth wide. He stroked himself up and down, teasing himself against my open lips.
I leaned forward, and struggled to get his thick tip in my mouth. I opened my mouth a bit wider and leaned to him. The Texan sat next to me on the couch, and he reached up cradling the officer's massive balls. He let go and stroked the officer's cock back and forth against my lips. The Texan kept pulling it away from my mouth, making me beg for it. I pushed his hand aside, and shoved my head between the officer's legs.
