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Sam Ocum fucking the Slutter brothers all started with a tattoo on Elke the bartender's neck. She caught Sam looking at it. "What? You don't like it?" She growled.
"It's very green." Sam said, but he thought it was ugly. Girls he knew in Kentucky didn't wear tattoos like that. It was considered low class, but this was California.
"You don't like green?"
"I love green. I just don't use it in any of my designs because there's so much green in nature and so many other interesting colors."
"Ned." Elke Slutter shouted. "The city faggot don't like my tattoo. Throw the fucker out."
Sam slammed five bucks on the bar of Stumps and walked out. Then he heard footsteps crunching over the gravel strewn around the trees and saw Ned coming at him. "I'm going to beat the shit out of you for pissing off my fucking wife. I get enough shit with the bitch."
Sam knew Ned could. He and his twin brother were both six foot six and 180 pound of muscle. He grabbed the baseball bat in the back of his truck as Ned rushed him, ducked and swung at his leg. He heard the bone crack.
"Shit. You broke my fucking leg." The big booming stud said.
"Sorry, Ned. You scared me." The twenty year old begged forgiveness from the huge man.
Just get me to the hospital, you asshole. After waiting Sam drove Ned home with a pink plastic cast, and then he avoided town at night for weeks. When he finally went out he went to the Poke, the only other bar in town. As he ordered his second whiskey Ned came in. Sam paid and started to leave. "You don't got to go, Sam. I deserved it." Ned came on crutches and sat next to him at the dark corner table near the door, so close their legs touched.
"I didn't meant to hit you so hard, Ned, but you scared the shit out of me."
"Yeah, I am kind of big." The sexy construction worker pushed his leg against Sam's. "But I hear you're even bigger than me where it counts."
"What?" Sam looked startled when Ned rubbed his thigh against his. He tried to move his leg away but Ned's strong hand held them together. He chugged his drink, ready to go, but Ned held him down.
"Yeah. Elke calls me her private porn star, says my big fat eight inch dick could make some money. Then she said you fucked a girl down in Cunville who said you're a goddam horse. So how big is is, Sammy?" Ned's big hand played a silent piano tune along the soft muscle of Sam's thigh as it slid delicately up to his crotch.
"Listen, Ned --."
"Don't get all nervous, Sammy Baby. I ain't gonna hurt you. I'm just so curious here." His hand squeezed Sam's thigh muscle close to his crotch, then a finger tickled the full basket. "Hey, Amy, bring Sammy another whiskey. A double. And bring me a beer and a whiskey." Then he leaned into Sam's face and rubbed his thigh. "Come on. Tell little Ned --."
"Little?"
"Well, my brother's an inch taller and got a half inch on me down here." He moved his hand right onto Sam's basket where he explored the lumpy mass. "We're not 100% identical. He's a little thicker too. A real fine cum hose, but tell me about you, Sammy." He found the shaft and squeezed it tenderly. "After breaking my leg I think the least I ought to get is a little fun from little Sampson here."
Amy brought the drinks and disappeared again. Sam panted when Ned started really massaging his cock. "Fuck, Ned. What are you doing?" He held his drink with both hands as Ned massaged his prick head.
"My brother and me played a lot with each other when we were kids. He don't like it no more though. I think he's scared."
"Of what?" Sam felt his cock start to grow. "Shit."
"Of being, you know. Like you." His hand worked on Sam's prick. "Ooo, yeah. He ain't never been married, and my wife's gone all frigid or something. Never sucks my dick." Ned popped the top button of Sam's Levis. "She might have a girlfriend. Never wants to get fucked anymore."
Another button popped. "Oh, Sammy's got no underwear on. I like a man who know how to dress. Ah, and shaved too. Like a little boy. You like little boys? I do."
Sam was a delicate 20 year old city boy compared to Ned, a burly 35 year old country man. His fingers dug into Sam's pants and reached around the root of his shaft. "Ooowee, it's gonna be fat. Come on, Sammy. Tell little Ned. How big does sweet Sammy's pecker get when it's ready to go up a hot ass?"
"Ten and a... Almost eleven inches. OK?" Sam arousal was going to be a problem.
Ned grinned. "And I think we're going to see it in a minute."
Sam pushed Ned's hand away. "We're in a bar, Ned."
Ned stretched his arms way up in the air, then lowered them into his lap where he popped all the buttons of his jeans, pushed them down a bit and pulled out his tumescent cock. Sam watched him squeeze the shaft and rub the drippings over his glans. "And now you're gonna know why this place is called the Poke in the Hole. I got my little sister, Patsy, off for the first time right here at this table." He went back to massaging Sam's basket. "She was eating french fries, and I fingered her so good with greasy fingers she wobbled all over the banquette, popped her cherry and humped on me like a pig."
Then he pulled open Sam's jeans and eased out the half hard shaft. "Oh, yeah. Sammy likes sex story, and he's got some serious meat here. I'll suck you if you'll suck me. Want to?"
"Right here?" Sam looked shocked.
"No, sweet pea. In the bathroom, or better out back where the air's good. My sister got took by the mayor out back after her cherry popping finger fuck. He laid her over the tool shed roof and fucked the daylights out of her little girl pussy, got her good and pregnant too." Ned stroked Sam's raging hard-on, milking lots of juice over the giant glans.
"Yeah, Sammy likes good stories. She had her first baby right before she turned eleven, in the kitchen with a midwife. Mayor pays for everything. Thinks it's his kid, but we don't really know. Patsy was so sexed up that night I bounced her in my lap on the back seat going home. Come good an deep in her little girl pussy too. Jack and then dad fucked her on the couch before he sent her to bed. She wanted cock every day after that, even when she was blown up like a watermelon. Little Elmo's good and hung too, like us, so who knows who his daddy is."
Sam was juicing Ned's cock now. "Is he big like you two?" Sam whispered and swirled his fingers over Ned's shining prick head."
"He's real big for nine, so yeah, probably gonna be. Likes it up the ass too. Just loves his Uncle Ned slow fucking him. Me and dad, and Jack too now and then.He's a real cock hound, just like his mother. They can't get enough dick. Might have to get you two together. He'll do it anywhere. I did him once in church, during a wedding. He got bored so I bounced him in my lap to keep him quiet. You like fucking hung kids?"
"Um, I guess. Don't know." Sam stroked Ned's dripping cock head.
"Well, your big fat dick is leaking like a hose, so you like the idea anyway. He's lots of fun. Come on, let's go in the woods. I need my cock sucked."
Ned walked toward the back door. The bulge in his pants advertised what was going on. He got nods or grins from the drinkers he walked past. Sam couldn't close his jeans so fastened the three lower buttons and pulled his tee shirt over the cock head that protruded from his waistband at his hip.
Annie Stooge grabbed his tee shirt so he had to stop at her table. In a second her red lips were on his glans. "Annie." Sam panted.
"You're worth a sin, Sam. My husband might even be interested in seeing this. I got two holes, you know." Her red lips covered the glans poling out of his jeans.
"Stop it, Annie." Sam went out the back door.
Ned leaned against the side of the shed out back, his pants around his ankles, his erection like he'd described it, a beautiful perfect organ. Sam took hold of it and squeezed up the shaft, smearing the juice over the smooth glans. Then he bent down and pushed his own pants to the ground, gulping in Ned's cock head as he did and giving him a nice wet suck.
When he stood up Ned balked. "Fuck, Sam. I ain't never seen a horse like you before. You're a fucking national monument. I ain't never getting that thing up my ass."
"I thought we were just going to suck each other off?"
"Sure, man. Unless you want some ass work." Ned spat into his hand and slipped his fingers between Sam's ass cheeks where he poled into the warm, accepting hole. "I like that too."
"No, thanks. Just a blow job."
"OK. Get on it, then."
"Me first?" Sam looked up into big hungry blue eyes. "Shit, OK." He got on his knees and started sucking the beautiful cock. In a minute he was loose enough to throat the whole eight inches.
"Oh, fuck, man. I ain't going to be able to do that."
Sam stood to get his breath. "Well, let's see what you can do, big hunk." He wagged his horse cock at Ned who got on his knees and began what seemed an almost painful process of mouthing the gigantic glans. He couldn't get half the shaft down his throat. "You don't have to, Ned."
"Yeah, I do. I want to make you come first. I don't like it so much after I come." He stroked and sucked, and licked and tried his best at worshipping the meat pole, and in five minutes Sam splattered him with enough cum to fill a soup bowl. "Jesus fuck, Sam. Those avocados you got hanging under your tree trunk got a load in them."
"I do come a lot. Get up." When Ned rose Sam licked the cum off his face and laughed. "Sorry about that. You spat most of it out though." He went down on his knees where he enjoyed the wonderful big cock. He throated Ned, sucked his balls, fingered his ass, swirled his tongue over the glans.
"Fuck, Sam. You really like that thing. You're just like our little Elmo."
"Yeah, I do like it." In two minutes Ned shot off a hefty wad that Sam swallowed with pleasure.
When he stood up he said, "We're not going to tell anyone. Right?" He pulled up his pants.
"Everybody in the bar knows already, but it's cool. Everybody fucks everybody around here."
"Well, I'm going around the side and going home. Tell them what you want."
"You mad, Sam?" Ned grabbed his arm and gently rubbed his basket.
"No. Just wondering what you're doing. You trying to drive me out of town?"
"No, man. Don't think that." And just to prove it Ned popped his jeans again. When Sam didn't move he got on his knees again and sucked the limp cock. "Big Sammy's gonna be real popular around here, I bet."
"See you later, Ned."
Two weeks later Sam sat eating dinner at the Poke when Ned's twin brother, Jack came in. He bought himself a beer at the bar and nodded to Sam who smiled back at the radiantly masculine brother. When Jack got nervous Sam went back to his meal until Jack appeared at his table. "Mind if I join you?" The huge blond asked shyly.
"No. How's your brother's leg?" Sam smiled, wondering about Ned's saying he might be gay.
"Fine. The cast is coming off this week." Jack sat down. "You look good, Sam. I mean, I only seen you twice before, but you look, well.." When he blushed his eyes looked even bluer.
Sam looked into soft shining eyes, like a swimming pool, he thought. He grinned. "That's a real compliment coming from one of the two biggest hunks in town. I bet everyone around here is after you, huh?"
"No. I'm alone most of the time." Jack sat nervous on a chair across from Sam. "Except for family. We're kind of close, so, you know..."
"Why are you sitting so far away, then?" Sam patted the banquette next to him, his mind on what Ned had done with him. Was it the usual thing in these parts?
Jack moved to the banquette, but left enough space for someone to sit between them. After a pause he whispered, "My brother told me." He looked away.
"I figured he would. You're twins after all. I guess you started in the crib and talk and do everything."
"No. not anymore. He's got a wife."
And you?"
"Got nobody." Jack was breathing hard now, not happy. "Maybe I should go."
"Why? You eat already? Can I buy you dinner?"
"I ate --. Ah, no, thanks."
Sam moved his wine and plate over and sat right next to Jack. When their legs touched Jack pulled away. "You and Ned slept in the same bed for years. I bet you sucked cock and everything, huh?"
"I got to go."
"No you don't." Sam moved his hand to Jack's thigh, then cut a beautiful piece of steak and popped it into Jack's mouth. As he chewed Sam moved his hand to Jack's basket, feeling all the lumps and bumps. It was full and pulpy.
"Oh, Sam, that feels... I mean tastes real good." He panted when Sam popped the top two buttons of his jeans, and then he slowly moved his hand to Sam's leg. Under the thin cotton fabric of the baggy Bermuda shorts Jack felt the huge meat tube resting half stirred along the hard thigh. He gently squeezed the pulpy giant from root to prick head, and felt the fabric get wet. "You're leaking, Sam. Wow, you're leaking like crazy. That's a real... getting me all stirred up."
"You haven't eaten, have you?" Sam felt the straining cock trapped inside the jeans.
"No." Jack slowly unzipped the shorts. His hand roamed gently over the naked length of the giant shaft. "You just steal the Washington Monument or what?" He couldn't let go. He milked the long shaft and cupped his hand over the apple head, then pulled out his hand and licked it. "Fuck, Sam."
"That's a good place to start. Fuck Sam." He popped all the buttons of Jack's cut-offs and pulled out his cock. And just like his brother said; thicker, bigger, eight and a half inches of solid steam powered, hungry meat. "I think I need to feed you some man meat, Jack, but first." He looked around. "Amy. Bring Jack a steak and eggs like mine. Only no potatoes."
"I like potatoes."
"But I don't want you too full to do your exercises." Sam put another bite into Jack's mouth and then he reached down between his legs and massaged his dripping cock head.
"Sam, don't make me come." He pushed the hand away and lifted up to shove his jeans down to his knees.
Sam released the nervous man's raging rocket and cupped the big balls in his warm hand. "You have the most beautiful lips, Jack. I could suck them right off your face. And you have beautiful eyes, and balls. Cock too." He dug down under the heavy testicles. Jack involuntarily spread his legs. Their eyes locked as Jack lifted up, and fingers crept gently toward his anus.
"You're real nice too, Sam." Jack lifted up again and tilted his hips, and the finger found their mark. He panted as his ass pucker was fingered, "Oh, Sa-ha-- Sa-- Sam." Sam pulled his hand out, spat into his fingers and went back between the ass cheeks. Jack pushed his feet against the floor, rose again and sighed as the fingers pushed into his anus. Sam, What are you doing?"
"Why'd you come here, Jack, when you got Elmo at home?"
"I got to go." Jack buttoned up and left quickly. He sat in his truck, his head and his cock steaming hot. His nephew, son, brother, whatever he was, was different. He lived at home. Everybody fucked Elmo. This Sam though, was what, eighteen, twenty? Half his age almost. What was he doing? Fuck. A minute later his dinner arrived, and in another minute he came through the door again.
"You're scaring me, Sam." He panted but pushed his thigh against Sam's, and waited.
Sam cut a piece of steak and popped it not Jack's mouth. As he chewed Sam opened his pants again, Jack rose and Sam pushed them to his knees. When he stroked the cock head Jack held his wrist. "Slow, Baby."
Sam's hand moved lower, lifted the hot, loose testicles. "Oo, what a silky soft scrotum you have. I'd love to chew on it. make you feel good."
"Sa -- Sa -- Sam." Jack tried to spread his legs, then pushed his cut-offs down to the floor, panting, "Fu-- fu-- fuck, man." When the fingers moved deeper he spread his legs wide and tilted his ass up again.
Sam's middle finger want right up his ass now. "Jack's greased up already." He smiled.
You think I'm queer, don't you? Like my brother does. I got to go."
"You sit right there because I think you're beautiful, Jack. And I want you, like you want me. Isn't that enough? Who cares about the rest?"
Jack cut a big bite of steak, and while he chewed it he moved his hand to Sam's thigh again. Sam unzipped and slid his shorts to his knees. Jack finally had the gigantic meat shaft in his hand, good and pulpy, as smooth as silk and dripping like the meat hose it was. "Fuck, Sam. Ned was right. You got the national monument." His fingers slid over the glans as big as an apple. "You're making me crazy. Don't stop." He tilted his ass more to take Sam's fingers better.
They jacked each other off under the table as they ate. A few people noticed, grinned, nothing special. "You got a real dragon cock there, Sammy."
"It's all yours tonight, Jack. Whatever you want." When tears welled in Jack's eyes Sam said, "Look around, Jack. No one cares. But me, and I want you so bad."
Sam cut his steak into bite-sized pieces and said, "You eat the meat on your plate, Jack, and I'll play with the meat in your lap. OK?" Jack was so nervous he could hardly eat. Sam edged him nearly to coming twice while he finished his meal and said, "Come on over when you're done, Jack. Tell them you're going to do some work for me, laying new irrigation pipes and want to see the layout, if anyone asks."
"OK." Jack smiled but had a hard time taking his hand off the stiff cock. He whimpered when the finger came out of his ass.
"Jack," Sam grinned. "You are so sexy, but you got to let go of me. I can't get up with a bone like this in my pants." He finished his wine and whispered, "See you in a minute, OK, Handsome?" When his cock went down he paid for the two meals and all the drinks and went home.
Jack drove past Sam's turn-off three times before he switched off his headlights and turned into the woods. He parked in front of Sam's house and sat nervous in his truck until Sam came out. When he opened the door the interior light lit Sam's face, showing milky white skin and shining dark hair. He hadn't shaved that day and looked so male. Jack panted, and whispered, "You're real sexy too, Sam." Then he bit his lip. "Fuck."
Sam took his hand and kissed it like a lady, then popped the buttons of his jeans, pulled out his cock and sucked the limp beauty before saying, "Come on in, Jack. Let's get more comfortable." Then he reached up and kissed his lips.
Slowly the tongues came out and played with each other until Sam said, "We have to go in, Jack. I'm kind of busting out of my pants here. OK?"
Jack nodded and followed Sam into the house where he watched the young man strip off his tee shirt and shorts. When he turned Jack stared breathless. "Jeeze, Sam, you're a pretty man."
Sam walked over and lifted Jack's polo shirt over his head. "I think I got someone even prettier right here."
"No one's ever called me pretty before."
"What do you want me to call you? Handsome, sexy, hot stud, big hunk. You're all that, and pretty too. You have pretty eyes, soft, delicate pools." Then Sam slid the jeans down. As he helped Jack out of his pants and flip flops he sucked his growing cock then stood up and admired the huge man. Jack smiled but looked nervous. "Come on, dream boy. Let's get you in the shower."
Under the water Sam soaped Jack's armpits. "Lift your arms." When Jack did Sam licked the pits. "Man, these muscles. Remind me not to ever make you mad." As he licked he soaped up Jack's cock and balls. "Man, you're hard as a rock everywhere." He stroked the steel shaft up to its beautiful glans. "Now turn around, bend your knees and rest your elbows on your thighs."
"Why?"
"Just do it." With he warm water beating on his back and flowing down his crack Jack waited scared. Then he felt the fingers wash his anus.
"I don't think so, Sam. Don't be mad, OK?"
"Shush. Whatever you want. This is just for me." Once cleaned and rinsed Sam rimmed him good. With one hand on his balls and the other stroking his shaft Sam's tongue dug into Jack's ass hole.
"Sam, don't get me too close." Jack pushed Sam's hand off his prick head. Sam's hands now spread the hard ass cheeks wide, and his thumbs ran circles around the ass pucker as his tongue darted in and out of the muscle man's ass muscle, relaxing the ring and spreading the hole wider. "Oh, shit. Come here, Sam."
Jack pulled him up and kissed him as Sam washed himself. "Now you bend over. I'm gonna do you now. I'm gonna do everything you do."
After a timid rimming Sam said, "Let's dry off and get on the bed, Jack." But Jack turned him around, mesmerised by the giant horse cock that he took in his mouth, licking it, sucking it, stroking the long, thick hardness, milking the sweet juice onto his tongue, weighing the testicles that hung like avocado under the mammoth tree trunk. "Come on, Jack. We can both have one on the bed."
Sam lay on the bed, and Jack went around to the other side where they lay facing each other. Jack looked nervous again until Sam held his cock. He immediately took Sam's, and they kissed, and kissed until they couldn't stand it.
"I want to suck you some more, Sammy. Is that OK?""
"What a sweetheart you are, Jack."
"Don't call me that. I ain't a girl."
"You're still sweet, and you got a nice tender heart I bet. Flip around, head to toe. I like being on my left side. I'm right handed." Once in position they suck each other gently until Sam deep throated Jack. Holding Jack's hard round ass cheeks he pumped the organ in and out as deep as it would go. Then he came up for a burst of air.
"Shit, Sam. I can't do that. I mean I ain't never tried."
"You don't have to." Sam sucked his balls now.
"I want to do everything you do." Jack could get one giant testicle into his mouth, and he chewed on it like it was candy until Sam pulled his hips down and rimmed him again. "Oh, fuck, Sammy. No one ever done that before. Oh, yeah, Sammy. I love your tongue in my ass. Shit, give me your butt hole."
Jack pulled Sam's ass to his face, watched the pink star burst pulsate and then dug his tongue into the musky fuck hole. "Shit, I'm licking an ass. Oh, yeah baby." He panted. "Eat my ass. "Uh huh. I'm fucking your ass with my tongue." He reached around and pulled Sam's face tight between his ass cheek as his tongue poked in and out of the loosening ass pucker. "Fuck, Sammy. Look at you, getting all loose and pink. I ain't never seen that. You're getting ready, baby. I'm eating your ass so good."
After some deep ass tonguing he pushed his cock back into Sam's mouth and slurped in the giant horse organ. "You're leaking like a faucet, Sam. You taste good too." When Sam deep-throated him Jack held his head gently and slow fucked the whole eight and a half inches into the clutching throat. "Oh, baby. Yeah. You're real good at that. Let me try again."
Half of Sam's cock filled his mouth and pushed against the back of his throat. "Let it in, Jack." Sam's whisper came like magic. "Take a deep breath and let me in. You want it. Just swallow your meat candy. Push me off if you need to." When Sam felt the throat relax he wrapped his legs around Jack's neck and grabbed his head. In a slow but firm glide he pulled Jack's mouth over his shaft.
Jack was big enough, and he let eleven inches of thick meat slide down into his gut. Crazy with triumph he grabbed Sam's ass cheeks and fucked the shaft into him, then smeared the heavy balls over his nose and cheeks before sliding the mast out of his mouth. "Oh, Sammy." The huge muscle man panted. "You're turning me into a real cock hound. We going to do that again. OK? Come here."
They grabbed each other's ass cheeks and throated cock, each letting the other have his way. Sam took long strokes, coming out to the glans and downing Jack again. Jack pulled hard, wanting every millimetre in him, just coming off an inch or so to feel the sliding.
When they need air Sam turned around and laid on Jack. "Don't look at me like that." Jack said.
"Like what?" Sam's smile was filled with love and wonder. "No one's ever been able to do me that good, Jack. I like being with you. And now I'm going to do what you probably won't be able to, but that's OK. I want to."
He grabbed the lube from the bedside table drawer, straddled Jack and pushed his glans to his anus pucker. The prick head popped right in. Sam sighed, "Oh, Jack. You feel good." Once relaxed he slid down the whole eight and a half inches in one smooth glide. "Oh, yeah."
"Come here, Baby." Jack pulled him to a soft kiss. Sam lifted off enough to give Jack room to fuck. "I thought horses always did the fucking." He dug up into Sam's ass.
"I like everything. You're a sweet, gentle man. I want you in me." Sam rode the steel shaft up his ass softly, swizzling his hips around the pole in all directions, sucking Jack's cock with his ass. "You feel good, Jack."
"You really like that, don't you, Sam?"
"I like you, Jack."
"And I like fucking you, Sammy. Way better than little Elmo. He's just a hole that can't get enough."
"What am I?" Sam squatted on his feet and rode the meat pole up and down the whole length. "Oh, fuck me, Jack. I do like it."
"You?" Jack held Sam's hips and rapid fired his cock up the cum chute hard and fast. "You're a real hot man, Sam. That dick of yours is swinging juice all over the place." Jack took hold of the giant cock and slid his hand over the shining glans as Sam rode the rod. "And you got a killer piece of meat. Man, what a horse."
Sam moved onto his knees and let Jack ram up into him as he stroked his own cock. "Oh, fuck Jack, yeah. Give it to me good." His muscle grabbed at the cock shaft as it slid over his ass rim. Harder and faster they panted.
"Sammy. I'm getting there." Sam's ass was frothing as Jack held the cheeks apart and gave him all the horsepower he had.
"Uh huh. Yeah, Jack. Oh yeah, fuck me hard." He stroked his long shaft slowly.
"Oh, Baby, Shiiiiiiitttt. I'm cominnnnnnng." He held Sam and stabbed up not him, letting off a stream of hot cum every time.
As he slowed down Sam panted. "Jack, Here goes. Oh, god. Ahhhhh." Sam's first few shots went past Jack's head and splattered against the headboard. The rest came out in hot, hard streams that covered Jack's face and hair and chest. When Sam stopped shooting Jack was dripping cum everywhere like a bowel of soup had been poured over him.
"Jesus, Sam. You're a goddamn cum geyser." Sam leaned down and licked and licked trying to lick up as much cum as he could. Jack used his fingers like scissors to scoop up the goo, then licked them clean. "You taste good too, Sam. I ain't never tasted cum so good as yours."
Sam fell over his giant man. They stuck together smearing cum over their torsos, getting their breaths back as Jack humped Sam's ass slow and easy now. Finally Sam swivelled around on the shaft up his ass and they spooned, the big man behind the smaller. Sam puled the sheet up and they fell asleep, cock in ass.
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