Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2001 02:18:23 -0500
From: PhinnyGene <PhinnyGene@aol.com>
Subject: War Story Chapter 3 (Authoritarian/Military)

War Story Chapter 3
Authoritarian/Military
by PhinnyGene

I want to thank everyone for all the e-mails -- I am really glad people
are enjoying the story.  I apologize for the fact that it takes me so
long to update this series.  I am unbelievably busy, and it also takes me
a long time to write because I'm such a perfectionist.  But please --
keep the e-mails coming!  I love to hear from my readers!  Let me know
what you want to see in the future, and feel free to ask any questions,
give comments, etc.  Again, there are some straight aspects to this story
to help advance the plot, but I tried to tone it down!
PhinnyGene@aol.com



        After Pvt. Mead left camp, Tony's days passed as slowly as fresh
cum oozing out a well-fucked asshole.  His oft-daily ball-drainings in
Tommy's bottomless chute were now a thing of the past.  Tony simply had
to suffice with shooting his sperm every few days into a lucky nurse or
barmaid or poor German girl or whatever young woman he happened to meet.
However, an early morning telegram all but ended the monotonous haze of
Tony's final month in Germany: It seemed Tony's big brothers Gino and
Frankie had ended their service and were waiting to meet him in Berlin!


***

        As expected, the meeting between Tony and his hunky brothers was
larger than life -- just like the schlongs the three brothers were
blessed with!  The sex-crazed boys stormed a German whorehouse, fucked
each and every whore in the place, and left without paying a cent --
still in search of more pussy to satisfy their hunger!  Their days and
nights were a blur, filled with shooting semen, masculine grunts, and
sweat soaked orgies.  When they finally calmed down, the brothers headed
out to -- where else -- the pub!  Pint after pint of warm German beer
traveled straight to their fat ballsacks, the secret ingredient to refill
them back to the brim with robust Zanetti cum!  As the tipsy brothers
laughed and hollered at their table, they shared stories and memories of
their crazy, exhilarating lives.  Gino bragged enthusiastically about a
letter he recently received from his wife that announced his young son's
first steps.  The brothers drank a round to this wonderful news, and
laughed enthusiastically when Frankie added,

        "Shit, Gino -- that's just the son you KNOW about -- no
tellin' how many bitches you've knocked up over the years!"

        Ha ha!  Well... if I had a nickel for every slut that tried to
pin their kids on me... shit!  I just tell `em to try an' prove it!"

        "Amen to that!" Tony and Frankie vehemently agreed.

        "Well, maybe when they grow up with 11 inch fucksticks, then
they could prove it! HA HA HA!" Gino shouted ebulliently with a rub to
his crotch.

        It was then that Gino noticed a Russian soldier sheepishly eying
the big Italian siblings.

        "Hey you guys -- check out that Russian guy over there by the
bar.  I can tell that look anywhere.  That's the look of a cock hungry,
pussy assed fag.  Just look at that Russkie.  I'll bet he doesn't speak
a licka English, but he still finds a way ta get plenty'a Yank cock.  I
know I'd sure give it to `em"

        "Wha-what are you sayin' Gino?  You mean you...?"  Tony
stammered.

        "Haha, that's right, little bro, but lemme let you in on a
little secret.  There's just something about us Zanetti boys that
attracts slutty cocksucking fags.  Believe me, there was a time I was
just like you, I wouldn't be caught dead with a faggot.  But damn... you
remember that Swedish guy we used to do construction for a few years
back?  Well, one time, he invites me in for a few drinks.  Next thing I
knew, the bastard's lickin' out my ass and worshipping my hog like
it's a god.  I couldn't believe it!  Those faggots do some kinky shit,
and damn if it don't feel amazin.'  And get this -- a few weeks later,
I find out the guy's 14-year-old son is a fag!  By the end of the summer
I got them both workin' on my cock, even layin' `em side by side and
deep dickin' their tight asses!  It was some perverted shit, but damn if
it didn't get me shootin' ropes."

        Tony's mouth gaped open as his brother chuckled and took a swig
of his beer.  He looked over at Frankie, who was also grinning broadly.

        "You mean, you too?"

        "Shit, Tony!  Me and Gino's got a little team thing goin'!  I
got to know those Swedish asses pretty well myself.  And that wasn't the
last time your brother and I worked together.  Fags go ape-shit when they
realize they're gettin' two horse-cocked wops for the price a' one! Ha
ha ha!"

        "I hope we're not scarin' ya, li'l' bro.  We knew you loved
pussy so much, we were worried you'd freak if you knew what we were up
to.  It's just, if you knew what it felt like, you wouldn't blame
us!"  Gino added.

        "Shit -- does Dominic know about this!?"  Tony questioned, a
hint of lust now noticeable in his voice.

        "Ha ha ha!  Shit yeah, Tony!"  Frankie laughed, "Dominic's
worse than us!  You gotta hear about some of the shit he's done...
Like, well, you know Dom is teachin' at the high school now, right?
Well, one time, he comes outside after school's over, and finds this
little freshman kid sittin' in the hall cryin' his eyes out.  So Dom
asks him what's the matter.  Kid says that all the upperclass guys have
been raggin' on him and callin' him queer.  You know, he's one a'
those little runty kids.  Short, skinny little blonde kid with a cute
lil' bubble butt.  Well, Dom's no idiot.  He tells the kid to come
`talk' with him in his classroom.  In less than fifteen minutes, both
Dominic and the kid are buck naked on top of the desk, Dom's dity ol'
elephant dong slamming deep inside the kid's tiny, milky white ass, the
kid moaning and bucking like a fuckin' whore while Dom's callin' him a
pussy bitch!  Ha ha!"

        "You gotta be kiddin'!  How do you know he was tellin' you the
truth?"

        "Because," Gino added enthusiastically, "Dominic brought the
little fag home for all three of us to pork together!  Damn if that teen
boy slut's ass wasn't bottomless!"

        "And let me tell ya, Dominic was right on.  Little guy couldn't
get enough jock cock!  We turned him into a total dick pig.  Was beggin'
to be fucked as hard as we could!  Dominic even got some of the senior
football players, the ones who were makin' fun of the kid, to come over
and plow the kid's ass with us.  One of the hottest gangbangs I've ever
been a part of.  Lord knows we've had plenty of `em."

        "Holy shit!"  Tony mumbled as he wiped a bit of saliva from his
lip, "Um... Gino...Frankie... to be honest, now that you guys have told
me all this stuff...  I LOVE sticking it up a guy's tight ass!  I
actually got a few stories myself..."

        Tony proceeded to tell his brothers every lurid detail of his
butt-busting screw with the German farm boys and the way he made one of
his privates into his personal cock whore..  The three men got a good
laugh, but damn if all the talk wasn't making them horny as hell.
Between the 3 Zanetti brothers sitting at the table, almost 3 feet of
huge, hard, fat Italian cock was standing at attention, shoved
uncomfortably down their pant legs, straining to be released.

        "Hey Frankie, how about makin' our little team a trio?  What do
you say the three Zanetti boys take on Ivan over there?  A little
"brotherly bonding" activity?"

***

        The young Russian soldier felt a chill run down his spine as he
led the three big American men through a deserted alley back to his
run-down apartment.  He had found the abandoned room a few weeks ago, and
it proved ideal for his many rendezvous.  The young comrade had grown up
poor on a government-owned farm deep in the Russian countryside.  In a
bizarre way, the war had been an extraordinary experience for him.  It
was the hellish war that had brought him to Germany, but it also was the
war that had introduced him to the strong, handsome American soldiers he
admired and desired so passionately.

        In the past months, he'd lost count of the innumerable big,
horny American military cocks he'd had plunging down his throat and
rutting deeply into his hungry ass.  American men radiated a confidence
and power that was absent in the abject poverty he'd lived in while
growing up in the USSR.  Men from the States laughed and smiled, they
exuded an energy that was so unlike the fear and emptiness that
characterized his early life.   His emptiness disappeared -- literally --
when every orifice in his body was filled with the huge, healthy cocks of
rugged Yankee soldiers.  He found that sweaty, fragrant manmeat tasted
better than the paltry fare he was raised on; and the rich, creamy
ejaculate of potent men filled his belly more completely than it ever had
been before the war.  When the three Italian-American soldiers sat down
in his sparse apartment and stripped their sweat-soaked t-shirts off, the
young Russian stared at them and licked his lips.  He had been fucked by
hundreds of men -- some handsome, some ugly, some in groups, some alone,
some strong, some thin and wiry, black, white, blonde, brunette -- but
never before had he been with men as attractive and arousing as these
three gorgeous men.  Everything about them was perfect.  They possessed
dark masculine beauty; bulging muscles; carefree, cocky attitudes; big,
hairy, sweaty, powerful bodies that seemed to radiate pure sexual heat.
Most importantly, the young man noticed, were the gigantic tents that
formed in their pants' crotches.  As a slight chill caused his body to
shiver, the horny Russian began doing a strip show for the men,
desperately hoping the three men would be as interested in him as he was
in them.

        In reality, he had nothing to worry about.  The Zanetti brothers
were leaking profusely -- it had been a few hours since their last fuck
and they were horny as hell - more than willing to stick it hard to the
cute young man.  The brothers estimated the man to be in his early
twenties.  A short, light brown buzzcut covered his scalp.  His clean
shaven face was thin, high cheekbones were chiseled beneathe piercing
blue eyes that peered hungrily at the three men.  The 6'3" Russian was
taller than each of the brothers, yet he possessed an extremely trim,
lanky body that weighed less than any of the three.  A light dusting of
brown hair covered his pale chest.  And as the man lowered his pants over
his tiny waist, a slim, 7 ½ -inch uncut erection popped up from his
neatly-trimmed, light-brown pubic bush.  This revelation surprised the
brothers, as they had never heard of a guy cutting his pubes!  When the
young man turned around, the brothers received yet another shock that
made their naughty cocks jerk and squeeze out thick dollops of prick
lube.  There, eagerly presented to them, was a tiny, flat ass shaved
completely smooth!  The boys sat and laughed heartily, whistling their
approval, their hands casually rubbing against their tremendous bulges
and across their wet, hairy chests.  The trembling Russian leaned over
and spread his asscheeks wide, pressing his finger against his little
rosebud asshole.   With a pleading look on his face, he looked back at
the brothers and whispered,

        "Da?"

        "Ha ha ha!  Da! da!  Don't worry, Ivan, daddy's got what ya
want."

        And with that, the three brothers exchanged smirks and
simultaneously yanked down their trousers, their enormous weapons
flopping free.  There, sprouting like huge tree branches from the
hard-muscled, macho, hairy laps were the biggest, longest, fattest,
reddest, meanest, most perfect dicks he had ever seen!  And there were
THREE of them!  The effect on the Russian soldier was instantaneous.
With his first glimpse of the three perfect, monolithic fraternal donkey
dongs, his dick began ejaculating into thin air without even the
slightest touch.  The three guys burst into laughter.

        "Ha ha!  Ain't the first time a faggot's spunked just from
taking a look at my big monster!" Gino declared as he spat into his big
hand and brought it down to choke his veiny, flag-pole-thick prick,
coating it in a sheen of sweat and saliva, making it shine in the dim
light.

        Wasting no time, the young Russian, dripping in his own cum, fell
to his knees and crawled over to the men.  He was on autopilot as he
began to work on all three throbbing logs, going from one to the other,
sucking one, rubbing another, licking and jacking yet another.  The three
fratellos laughed and stroked their dripping cocks as they watched the
Russian slavishly serve their meat.

        "What a fucking slut!" Frankie chuckled as he grabbed the
drooling man by the throat and held him in place, rubbing his slimy,
almost-tennis-ball sized head across the sweat-slickened face.

        "Hey, Antonio, brother, get over here!"

        Tony plodded over to the other side of the room, his heavy dong
bouncing up and down, side to side, a pearl of precum falling to the
floor with every cocky step.  As soon as Tony was standing beside his big
brother, Frankie grasped the cocksucker's head and plunged it onto
Tony's 10-inch prick.

        "Mm Mm!  My little brother's got some tasty cock there, don't
he buddy?"  Tony and Frankie laughed as the young man began slurping and
moaning around the pole shoved deep down his throat.  He was like a kid
in a candy shop, his eyes were wide, his mouth was drooling, his mind was
focused on one task:  pleasing big American cock.

        The brothers, amidst the X-rated activity going on in the room,
started a conversation about their favorite topic: baseball.

        "Did you hear they got chicks playin' ball since all the guys
are over here now?"  Tony exclaimed as the Russian kneeled in front of
him, glutting himself on the youngest brother's brawny phallus.

        "Shit!  I know!  That ain't right!  Bitches are for fuckin'
and takin' care of the house.  It just ain't natural."  Gino replied
as he casually leaned over, grabbed the Russian by the hips and shoved
his spit-lubricated cock brutally into the man's exposed, unprepared
little hole.  Screams filled the room as the young slut struggled vainly
to escape Gino's bear hug.

        "Ha ha -- speaking of that -- I got a letter from Dominic a few
weeks ago, and it seems that big brother and his buddy Vito actually
fucked a few of those lady ballplayers.  Vito's sister-in-law is on one
of them teams.  And, well you know how those Irish chicks are.  She
totally digs dago cock and invited her sister's husband and his best
buddy to drill her and three of her little girlfriends."  Frankie
exuberantly announced as he plugged his gargantuanly thick, beet-red
10-incher into the howling Russian's throat, effectively shutting the
noisy man up.

        It went on like that for hours, the brothers discussed everything
from house repairs they were planning on when they returned to the states
to the uncomfortably hot weather of the past week.  Yet through it all,
they maintained their cruel, wonderful fuck of the young soldier.  He was
passed from man to man like an insignificant sex toy.  The biggest cocks
he'd ever encountered plunged mercilessly over and over into his
experienced backside.  The Russkie's only view was of the thick black
bushes of curly manfur that surrounded the gigantic gnarled fucklogs as
they raped his throat.  His soft hands rubbed lovingly over the slippery,
perspiration-soaked surfaces of the hard, hairy muscles covering the
men's bodies.  He was enthralled by them, desired them, hungry for them,
couldn't live without their divine organs fucking him for the rest of
his life.

        The Russian soldier was outside of reality as he bounced atop
Gino's girthy, 11-inch cherry breaker.  The Italian man was on his back,
bucking roughly up into the younger man, pinching the babbling boy's
little nips.

        "Hey Tony, little bambino, get over here... I got an idea.  I
think this little cunt is pretty stretched out by now..."  Gino mumbled
as he pulled the Russian man to his hairy, muscle-bound chest, trapping
the guy in his powerful embrace.

        A long string of pre-cum oozed out of Tony's now almost-purple
erection, dripping from his cock to the floor like the silk string of a
spider's web.  He knew what his brother was going to suggest, and it
turned him on fiercely.

        "You ever heard of double dickin'?  It's me and Frankie's
specialty with the fags, but now I wanna teach it to my baby brother."
As he huskily spoke, Gino's large, calloused hands slid down, grasping
the man's slim waist.  His long fingers reached around and spread the
Russian's asscheeks wide open.

        Tony glared down at the exposed junction.  His brother's thick
trunk was lodged all the way to its base in the tiny hole, stretching it
to inhuman limits.

        "There ain't nothin' like it, Tony Boy.  Havin' your brother,
your fratello, sharin' a hole wit ya.  Feelin' his big cockhead
rubbin' against your fat cacchio as you fuck together as family.
Sharin' your power with him, and him sharin' it wit you."

        Tony was drooling at this point.  He licked a drop of spittle
from his thick lips as he nodded absent-mindedly at his grinning brother.

        "Come on, bro... Just kneel down, crawl up between my legs,
that's it... Now aim that babymaker at his little pucker.  Right, right,
line it up on top a' mine."

        Tony followed orders perfectly.  His huge, bulbous knob was now
kissing the edge of the foreign man's straining asslips.

        "Now, you're gonna hafta go slow.  We don't want to rip Ivan
here wide open.  Ya gotta take it slow.  I'm gonna pull out a bit.  Hold
your cock against mine and push."

        Tony grabbed he and his brother's cocks together in his hand --
which was easier said than done!  Tony's hand, as big as it was, was
barely able to grip the two big pricks -- his thumb pressed against the
top of his own, and the tips of his fingers gripped the bottom of his big
brother's.  Tony's heart was pounding a mile a minute.  His brother's
dick was so hot and so hard.  It always drove Tony crazy that Gino's
cock was an inch longer than his and slightly thicker.  It wasn't enough
that his hairy bull balls were bigger than Gino's, or that he spewed
twice as much jizz as his older brothers.  He just envied that big
fucking prick.  But now, as he felt it pulsating in his grip, all he felt
was pride and awe.  He looked over at Frankie, standing there soaking in
sweat, his hairy chest wet and glistening in the dim light.  Frankie's
eyes were focused on Tony's pisslips as they kissed the base of Gino's
rammer.  Tony's older brother stood there silently, licking his lips and
slowly stroking his sweaty dong.  Again, feelings of pride washed over
Tony.  While Frankie's cock was a little thinner and maybe a half-inch
or so shorter than Tony's, Frankie's dick had the biggest, fattest,
juiciest cockhead Tony had ever seen -- much larger than his or his other
brothers'.  Frankie "Eight Ball" Zanetti's prick knob was the
definition of "mushroom head" -- it rested on top of its stalk like a
humongous purple pool ball, always drooling, always slimy, always
pulsating.  Tony had always been jealous of the way the bitches screamed
when Frankie shoved his schlong up their cunts, and the "pop" it made
when he yanked it out...  But those feelings just disappeared.  Tony
closed his eyes and thanked the Lord for the cocks He had blessed the
Zanetti brothers with.  After the short moment of prayer, Tony began his
push into the Russian.

        Progress was slow going.  Tony pushed and pushed, but his
mammoth, manly prickhead just wouldn't enter the already overstretched
opening.

        "Hold on for a sec," Gino gasped amid the Russian man's
shrieks, "Lemme try somethin.'"

        Gino reached around and pushed his thick finger in next to his
jumbo goumbah pole.  Ever so slowly he pulled his finger away, stretching
the ass skin away from his penis.

        "There, there.  Now.  Wedge your big fucker in there, Antonio."

        And sure enough, that did the trick.  Tony was able to fit the
tip of his horsecock into the thin opening.  He pushed forward.  Slowly,
slowly, Tony crept inside, the obscenely wide asshole encasing millimeter
after millimeter of Tony's gooey, uncircumcised plum head.   Finally,
after almost fifteen minutes, his oversized prick knob had conquered the
stubborn hole.  Tony could've sworn he heard a snap as the asslips slid
over the pronounced ridge of his obese mushroom head, clamping down onto
the girthy stalk.  Both he and Gino let out long, contented sighs.

        The Russian's head was flailing back and forth, a deafening
scream escaping from his throat.  His ass couldn't handle the brutal
intrusion.  One Zanetti cock was hard enough to pry into an ass -- but
two was unthinkable!  The Russian was plenty experienced, yet nothing of
this magnitude had ever been shoved up his bunghole.  Oddly enough, as
the searing pain coursed through his body, he began having a flashback to
the last time he had ever been this close to overfilling...

        Images of strong, virile American military men filled his
thoughts.  They were playing a rousing game of baseball in the street,
openly defying the curfew placed on them as the city of Berlin was newly
liberated by the Allies.  From the sidelines, the young Russian soldier
eagerly watched the game -- or more precisely -- watched the bulging
crotches of the men's uniform slacks.  When the game ended, a smiling
soldier approached him and said something that the Russian couldn't
quite understand.  His English was limited, but he was able to comprehend
that the handsome American was inviting him back to their quarters.  The
next thing he knew, the Russian was on his back, legs spread wide open,
moaning and squealing in ecstasy as, one by one, each soldier took a turn
at his little ass, fat pricks shoving roughly into him as they spilled
out pint after pint of semen into his tight chute.  After they had all
taken their turn, he was still unsatisfied.  His fingers desperately
plunged into his dripping, stretched hole, begging the men to "please
fuck please fuck please fuck!"

        "Ha ha ha!  Well, boys, this little slut sure seems to love the
game, now it's time for the game to love him!"  One of the naked
military studs cockily proclaimed as he picked up the baseball bat from
where it was leaning against the wall.  The soldier walked over to the
babbling man's open, exposed hole and slowly, inch by inch, worked the
thick instrument into it.  After a short spurt of pain, the Russian grew
accustomed to the kinky new feeling.  Amid the cheers and hollers of the
army men, he began enthusiastically shoving his bottom down onto the
bat.

        However, now the Russian man found two cocks, both of them the
same thickness as the baseball bat, working into his ass.  He wailed, yet
felt the faintest twinge of itchy pleasure beginning to crawl up his
spine.

        "God, I can't stand this fuckin' whining!  Frankie, get over
here and plug him up!" The visibly annoyed Gino growled to his brother.

        Frankie stood transfixed, his brother's words falling on deaf
ears.  Both his hands wrapped around his heavy, drooling dong, slowly
stroking it's 10 inch length.  His eyes were glazed over and his mouth
was open, his tongue wagging out like a horny dog.  The sight of his
brothers double-fucking this skinny guy had him hotter than hell.

        "FRANKIE!  GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND SHOVE YOUR BIG CAZZO DOWN
THIS SLUT'S THROAT!"

        Frankie's trance was broken, and he eagerly complied, kneeling
over his brother's head and shoving his beefy rod roughly down the
double-donged man's esophagus.  As the young man's gullet accommodated
itself to the massively girthy bell-head, Frankie felt the throat muscles
clench and spasm.

        "God, I love it when they gag."  He sighed as he threw his head
back and began to shove his jumbo reamer in and out of the cocksucker's
throat in jackhammer strokes.

        And so it went in the tiny apartment.  Two huge, hairy, macho
Italian topmen brothers shared the small Russian ass while the third
macho brother enjoyed the hot, milking throat.  All three mercilessly
battered him with violent, unrelenting, pile-driving dickstrokes.

        Tony and Gino synchronized their fucking, their searing cocks
held tight against each other as they plunged in and out of the obscenely
stretched ass.  Growing tired of the effort required to synchronize their
fuck, the grunting men began alternating in and out, rubbing their fat
erections against each other in the hole.  Their swollen, fleshy knobs
deliciously massaged each other's king-sized schlongs, juicy precum
lubricating the ferocious cock-embrace.  Tony and Gino glared at each
other over the young man's shoulder, their eyes fiercely staring deep
into the other's.  They were two alpha beasts reveling in each other's
power, stamina, virility, and enormous equipment.  For an eternity, both
men stared unflinchingly at one another, watching the other as he gritted
his bared teeth, licked at his lips, dribbled drool down his chin, flexed
his stubbled jaw.  The Russian soldier was merely a toy to fuck, an
instrument to bring the two men together, to bond them together as
horse-hung brothers.

        "Yeah, that's it baby brother, you got a big cock, yeah, you
got a fuckin' huge one, just like your big brother.  Yeah, they belong
together, stuffin' faggot holes together, big brother and little brother
got just what these slutty homos are cravin'" Gino finished his obscene
rant with a violent thrust into the Russian's hole.  As his dick
squeezed deliciously against Tony's, Gino lifted his head and licked a
long trail along the Russian's exposed neck, sucking at the huge bulge
created by Frankie's balloon-like cockhead lodged deeply down the young
man's throat.

        As Tony drove his fat fucker in and out of the straining orifice,
he felt Gino's rough hands reach around and begin to caress his
clenching, dimpling asscheeks.  His brother's calloused, workmen's
hands pressed against his hollowing buttocks, urging him to fuck even
harder into the delirious Russian's sphincter, to rub his stud horse
cock more savagely against the horsecock wedged next to it.  Tony's own
hands reached around and gripped at the hard, hairy mounds of assflesh
that belonged to Gino.  Both men continued to stare intently into the
other's eyes, pushing, squeezing, kneading, and clawing at each other's
humping backsides.

        The Russian man was higher than any drug could have ever taken
him.  His tiny shitter was pulsating with intense erotic heat, his abused
prostate was crushed exquisitely against an inhuman-sized dong, another
one right next to it, rubbing, stroking, reaching 11 enormous inches up
his slut-chute.  He greedily suckled on and swallowed the biggest
cock-knob he'd ever seen.  It tasted delicious, the musky, salty, tangy
taste of a stallion.  Frankie's cock made his lips and his tongue
tingle, a sensation that travelled down his body, meeting the tingle
racing up from his double-banged asshole.  The sensation culminated at
the head of his cock.   His uncut cap vibrated, it was the center of his
being, it swelled to astronomical proportions, glowing a purple-crimson
color that was shades darker than it's usual pinkish hue.  It belched
out pre-cum as it scraped and ground against Gino's hairy eight-pack.
The Russian was floating, flying, experiencing emotions none of the
hundreds of other cocks rammed up his shitter had ever brought him.
These were the glorious dicks of master tops.

        Frankie yanked his monster head out of the Russian's lips with a
squishing PLOP and began whacking his club back and forth, smacking the
young whore's cheeks and lips with his fistlike appendage.  A stream of
precum poured from his wet, purple knob as a stream of obsenities poured
from his mouth.

        "Awww... You got youself all dirty, whore!  Look at what a
fucking mess you are!  Why are you so filthy, you cocksucker!  I guess
cocksucker whores just like to be dirty!  Mmm... uh huh?  You like my
tasty prick?  Tastes so good, don't it?  Want some more?"

        Gino and Tony watched, riveted to their brother's massively
plump, throbbing flesh bulb as it smeared thick, sticky pre-cum all over
the gasping Russian's smooth, rosy cheeks.  The young man's mouth was
opened wide, his long tongue waved in the air, lapping up the savory
liquid that dripped onto his lips, frantically searching for the
delicious dago dickhead that it had been deprived of.

        A small droplet of Frankie's cock juice dripped onto Gino's
stubbled cheek.  At that moment, Tony felt his older brother's cock
release a long stream of pre-cum, adding even more gooey lubrication to
the two cocks as they roughly wrestled for dominance inside the
Russian's squeezing chute.  Wet, sucking, slurping noises joined the
grunts and moans in the room as the brawny brothers' tremendous towers
of dickmeat simultaneuosly yanked out and plunged back into the gaping
manhole, the two cocks, pressed together as one unbelievable hulk of
flesh, repeated this action over and over, fucking hard in and out of the
pleasure-intoxicated Russian's skinny little ass.

        "AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!  DA!  DA!"  The Russian man closed his
eyes as his entire body quaked from pleasure.  His slim body was crushed
between two gorgeous, muscular, hirsute men, their hot flesh surrounding
him, blanketing him; their heat soaking into his soft skin, their sweat
raining onto his glossy, slick epidermis, their delicious, pungent,
masculine odor wafting in his nostrils, making his head swim.

        Temporarily lost in the incomprehensible sensation of
pleasure/pain that the monumental bullcocks were producing in his
unbelievably stretched sphincter and throat, the young Russian suddenly
found his butt horribly empty.   His slim body was lifted like a bag of
sand as the Sicilian brothers wrenched their pulsating prongs from his
asshole with a deafening sucking and popping noise.  Tears immediately
filled the Russian's eyes, his body was wracked with sobs.  It was as if
the center of his very being had been stolen, his lifeforce -- now
embodied as the Zanetti Brothers' dongs -- was viciously denied him.

        Amidst this terror, the Russian once again felt the familiar,
searing caress of bloated cockknob at his greedy little hole.  However,
something was different... something had changed.

        "God DAMN your cock is big, Tony Boy!" Frankie laughed, his own
gutbuster now pressed against his little brother's.

        In the moments following the withdrawal from the Russian's ass,
Frankie and Gino had switched places, eager for their pricks to
experience new sensations... and something more...

        "This is it, baby brother.  Now you're gonna share this slut's
ass with me." Frankie whispered huskily. "We're real family now.  Real
brothers.  Real men.  All connected through our cocks."

        Tony groaned and clenched his teeth as he felt the greasy,
monstrously fat uncut cockhead of his older brother slide roughly up
against his own cock's gnarled surface, and slowly crawl up the
distended boyhole that he was already in balls deep.  Tony's eyes rolled
back in bliss, his toes curled, his dick was on fire.  All he could feel
was the delicious prick massage his brother was giving him as that huge
hunk of wopmeat inched its way closer and closer up to his own cockknob.
Tony's eyes shot open when the moment came.  The hearts of his and
Frankie's beings touched for the first time, meeting in a sloppy,
pre-cum-soaked cock kiss.  Both brothers stared, unflinching, into each
others' eyes.  Both were lost in each other, completely oblivious to the
screams of ecstasy that erupted from the young Russian -- not to mention
the humongous load of cum that was erupting from his rigid, untouched
prick.  As the Russian gasped and groaned, caught up in the unimaginable
orgasm these American men were giving him, it was only just beginning for
Tony and Frankie.

        The two youngest of the Zanetti brothers had always been most
competitive with each other.  And things were not about to change.
Besides the usual "who can bang more chicks" competition (younger Tony
was edging his big brother out by about 15, but both were well into the
high hundreds!), there was another contest.  Countless times, the two had
fucked chicks together -- one brother in her cunt, one in her ass.  It
became a little game for them to see who could fuck longer, who could
fuck harder, and who could fuck faster.  With cocky smirks on both their
faces, the two hunks shared a silent understanding that the game was on.

        The Russian's body barely finished jerking out the last of his
earth-shattering climax when the onslaught began.  Without even a moment
to catch his breath, the pair of king-sized dongs lodged up his ass began
pounding, hammering, stuffing, pummeling, ravaging the tight opening.

        Over and over and over, the brother's huge, powerful pricks
insanely drove into the young man's boytwat, grinding against each
other, grinding against the moaning Russian's sensitive prostate, their
hard, muscular asses flexing and dimpling, providing force behind their
pile-driving fuckstrokes.  Tony and Frankie scowled at each other and
gritted their teeth, their breathing coming out in short, beastial
grunts.  Their big, hairy, bloated ball sacks smacked against each other,
the sweaty horsenuts swinging wildly, gorged with the Zanetti family's
potent seed.

        "Yeah!  Ugh!  Ugh!  Fuck that's tight!  Ugh!  God, this ass is
sweet!  Yeah!  You ain't gonna outfuck me, baby brother, I got a lot
more experience with this than you.  I like to make my double fucks
last... You're gonna be shootin' spunk from that python before you know
it... can't wait to feel your juice shootin' out, slickin' my rod for
some REAL screwin'!  Ugh damn!"

        "Fuck you, Frankie, don't matter if you've done this kinky
shit before.  You know I always beat you, you know you love feelin' my
thick log rubbin' all up and down yours, makin' you twitch and leak
from that fuckin' cue ball stuck to the top of your cock... God damn if
it don't feel good, though, squeezin' so tight against mine in this
slut's asshole."

        "Will you two dumb fucks stop bitchin' already?" Gino
interrupted.  "Besides, you both know I could wipe the floor with ya
when it comes to fuckin'!  Ha ha!"
        The three men laughed pretty hard at Gino's joke -- they all
knew how true it was -- Frankie and Tony may have been neck-and-neck when
it came to their "magic numbers," but their older brother was well
beyond anything they had achieved.  Gino may have been married, but that
did nothing to slow down the stud's extracurricular sex life.  In fact,
on the day of his wedding, minutes before the ceremony, Tony was sent to
find out where the hell Gino had snuck off to.  Sure enough, Tony found
him in the john -- his tuxedo pants down around his knees, gleefully
long-dicking the moaning maid of honor!

        "Well, Gino, if you think you're hot shit, then why don't you
switch with Frankie again, and we can have a little bet?"  Tony laughed.

        "I would, paisano, but this slut's kinky as hell, and I'd
rather do something that I can't get chicks to do..."  Gino smirked as
he turned around to face away from his brothers.

        "Where do you think you're going?" Frankie shouted with a
quick, brutal thrust into the quivering Russian ass.

        "Don't worry, bro, I'm just headin' south!" Gino chuckled as
he slowly kneeled over the coupled men, presenting his big, muscled,
hairy Italian bubble-butt to the drooling, wide-eyed Russian soldier.

        "You know what to do, Yuri," Gino urged, "Stick that pretty
mouth and tongue in my crack, baby!"  Gino contracted his ass muscles a
few times, making the meaty mounds hollow and flex for the hungry young
slut.

        Almost immediately, the Russian stuck his tongue out, obediently
and eagerly awaiting his prize.  Gino spread his cheeks and pushed his
hairy crack into the young man's face, relishing the feel of the slick
surface beginning to lap eagerly at his puckered asshole.

        "Ohhhh... yeeeaaahhh... Can only get a good rimmin' from the
faggot sluts...  They love a real man's ass pushed into their face, love
tasting a macho top stud's musclebutt.  Mmmm... yeah, slut, lick it
good.... Real good... Daddy loves wet boy tongue washin' him..."

        The Russian was going wild.  Gino's ass was perfect, an amazing
combination of hard, masculine muscle with just a little bit of flesh to
keep it soft and pliable.  And it was covered in curly black hair, matted
down with perspiration, sticking to the olive-colored skin.  It was the
sort of ass the Russian dreamed of burying his face in.  And that he did,
licking and sucking every mouth-watering inch of the musky crevice.

        Gino was moaning and grunting, grinding his rear all over the
Russians smooth face.  "SHIT YEAH!  LICK THAT ASS!  LICK IT GOOD, BABY!
STICK YOUR TONGUE UP IN THERE!  DON'T IT TASTE GOOD, WHORE!?  DON'T
GINO'S ASS TASTE DELICIOUS!?"

        The sight of their older brother getting eaten out by the lusty
Russian boy was driving Tony and Frankie wild, their dicks painfully hard
and throbbing, pouring out pre-splooge into the squeezing rectum.

        "Shit, Frankie, I don't wanna compete with you no more.  You
know I love ya, sometimes I can just be a cocky ass."

        "Tony, baby, I ain't mad at you, I love ya, too.  We're too
old for this shit.  We should be workin' together, not challengin' each
other.  Let's say we show this Russkie slut what Zanetti boys can do
when they work together!"

        And so it went on for hour upon hour upon hour, the brothers
brutally fucked the Russian in every position and every combination
possible.  Frankie and Tony, Tony and Gino, Gino and Frankie... In and
out, in and out, in and out.  The Russian screamed and moaned and bawled,
no fuck had ever been this long or this good or this hard.  His cock
exploded over and over again, the men never failed to tap into his
deepest, nastiest, hottest fantasies.  Lost in a daze between reality and
insanity, the Russian's existence became three colossal monster cocks
that ravaged his being.  His only sight was cocks.  His only taste was
cocks.  His only sensation was cocks.  His only thought was cocks.
Cocks... and the gorgeous, ripped, macho, Mediterranean fantasy stud
brothers they belonged to.  The Russian babbled in his native tongue,
promising his soul to these divine beings he had only met earlier that
evening.  He belonged to them, just like all the other men, women, boys,
or girls that had been fortunate enough to have any of those cocks rut
into them.

        Hours later, as the Russian gasped for air, his exhausted body
writhing on the soaked mattress, the three Zanetti men, cocks still rigid
and now shining a reddish-purple hue, finally pulled themselves out of
whatever orifice they had been wildly humping.  The pale Russian watched
through heavy-lidded eyes as the brawny studs kneeled around his
prostrate form, their big, workmen's hands wrapped tightly around their
visibly pounding donkey schlongs, roughly stoking up and down, pointing
their huge slimy cockbulbs at his face and chest.  Without a word, the
three Italian men looked at each other and removed their hands from their
dicks... and moved them to grip the dripping meat of his brothers'
dong.  The jerking increased as the dicks leapt and bounced in the grasp
of each other's hands.  Harder and faster, all three fists ran up and
down the gnarled, steaming, sweaty surfaces of manmeat, each desiring to
bring the other to an explosive orgasm.  Tony, Gino, and Frankie all
stared at each other, sharing the intense moment.  And it happened.

        At the exact same moment, all three men's pricks began to
spurt.  And spurt.  And shoot and squirt and fly and gush.  An entire
night's worth of the richest, most potent, thickest spunk poured from
the ends of the brother's cocks.  On and on it went, like a rainstorm,
like a fountain, falling, splashing, splattering every inch of the
ebullient Russian's thin body.  It was drowning him, flowing into his
mouth, over his cheeks, down his chest, in his hair, his shoulders.  He
was glazed in the most delicious cock slop his tastebuds had ever come in
contact with.  As the brothers' never ending supply of Italian cream
continued to belch forth from the spasming tools, the Russian scooped it
up, covering his fingers, feeding it to himself, never wanting it to
stop.  He could hear moans, grunts, shouts, curses fly from the mouths of
the convulsing, shaking men.

        An eternity later, or so it seemed, heavy, masculine sighs
replaced the orgasmic sounds of the three fratellos.  The Russian smiled
and felt his body soak into bliss, his abused ass radiated warm heat from
his fingers to his toes.  His mouth tenderly suckled on the last dregs of
cum that squeezed out of the cockhead that Gino had placed at his lips.

        He was surprised that the bell-head had retained it's pulsing
firmness, even after the unreal explosion that had just occurred.  He
slowly opened his eyes... and then opened them wide when he saw that all
three of the brothers were still stroking stone-hard, dripping pricks!

        "Ivan, Ivan.  You didn't think that was it, did you?  You
should know once is never enough for any of the Zanetti boys!"  Frankie
exclaimed as he flipped the cum-covered young man over and plunged back
in.

        "Noooo..." the Russian moaned, his insatiable ass unable to
resist bucking back up as the freakishly huge cockknob massaged his joy
bump.  But his feeble cry was abruptly ceased as once again, his throat
found itself swallowing eleven inches of pure pleasure...


***

        After a few days of enjoying their own personal Russian
cockslave, the Zanetti men were ready to go.  Each of the men
affectionately patted the grinning Russian's ass as they slipped their
slacks back on and walked out the door.  Their thoughts quickly turned to
the future.  In a matter of days, Tony, Gino, and Frankie would all be
back in New York City.  As they made their way through Berlin, each of
their cocks filled with blood, anticipating the amazing action they would
find when they got back to the city.  The radio news told of the
celebrations in the streets, the tickertape parades, the lonely dames
eager to welcome back the brave young fighting men!

        However, one final surprise was awaiting Tony Zanetti.  The day
before he was to ship back to the states, Tony got a letter...

***

Tony,

        You knew I couldn't give you up.  You addicted me to cock,
Sarge.  As soon as I got back to Georgia, my ass was already itching.  It
wasn't long before I was sneaking off to the servants' quarters, paying
off the big negro farmhands to plow my little white ass with their big
black donkey cocks.  And lemme tell you, Tony, everything they say about
negroes is true.  Don't be jealous, though, you've got most of them
beat.  And you're a much better fuck.  I miss you.

        Anyways, I'm writing to let you know I took my inheritance and
moved to New York City.  My life wasn't there on the plantation
anymore.  I think I made the right decision, too.  Last night I couldn't
resist myself...  I wandered into this tough looking bar in Spanish
Harlem.  Let me tell you, Tony, Puerto Rican meat stretches me so good.
I couldn't believe the dicks on some of those guys.  And they fuck mean,
too.  I loved it.  I had two guys, Rico and Jorge, come to live with me
in my apartment.  I'm getting banged every night, Sarge, but it's still
not enough.  Something's missing.  It's you.  It would take 10 of these
studs to match you.  Please, when you get back to New York, I need to see
you again.  I promise I'll make it worth your time.

                                                        Love,
                                                        Tommy

***

        Tony's 10 incher was straining against his pantleg.  God, Tommy
had turned into the perfect slutboy.  The thought of those big greasy
Ricans plugging little Tommy's wriggling ass made Tony's prick leak.
He knew those fuckers were lethal when it came to a good dicking.  He had
witnessed it first hand.

***

        Back in high school, he was probably 17 or so, those slutty twin
blondes he used to fuck had invited him to their penthouse one
afternoon.  He had just finished a long, hot day at the construction
site, and he was eager to wind down with some of the kinky fuck action he
and the girls had perfected.  His enormous schlong pushed at his
trousers, ready to plunge its big, sweaty hulk into twin ass 'n' cunt!  A
cocky grin crossed his face as he climbed the stairs, the unmistakable
sound of horny groans coming from inside the girls' bedroom.

        "Haha, horny bitches... sounds like they're gettin' each other
ready for my big pole.  I oughta strip down right here and go in fuckin'
nude.  Those sluts'd love it... pro'lly will hop right onto my cock...
racin' each other to be first..."

        Stripping out of his sweat-soaked work duds, Tony chuckled to
himself as he turned the doorknob.  The door opened, however, to a scene
Tony never would have imagined:  There was Jenny Astor, bent over the
bed, her ass high in the air.  Behind her, a slim, muscular latin stud
was holding her blonde head down into the mattress, his strong hips
smacked against her backside, his unbelievably large phallus slid in and
out of her buttery cunt.

        The Hispanic man was in his own world, his head was thrown back,
his shoulder-length black hair, tied in a pony tail, swung back and forth
with the thrusting movements of his lanky body.  His dark skin was
shining with sweat, fine black hairs clung to the ridge between his
chiseled abs.  Kinky black hairs also peeked out from under his arms --
strong, corded arms which were covered with sinister looking tattoos.  In
fact, Tony noticed, a number of tattoos covered the man's body -- a
black python twisted around his left bicep, a bloody dagger with a skull
on the handle was etched into the other strong arm, a yellow-eyed eagle
flew across his upper right thigh.  Across his strong back, now slick and
shining in the dim light of the room, an enormous oriental dragon coiled
from between his shoulder blades down to the crack of his hairy muscle
ass.  His heaving chest had a prominent tattoo as well -- the word
"MARISOL" proudly written in large black script.

        Jenny squealed with each hard slam into her 16-year-old pussy,
while the older man grit his teeth and sputtered out vicious Spanish
curses.  His face was handsome but rough, a few pockmarks covering it's
weathered surface -- Tony figured him to be in his mid to late twenties.
A thin patch of short bristly hair, barely a moustache, grew above his
thin, sneering lips.  A gold chain with a large cross dangled from his
neck, completing a look that Tony knew was not normally seen in this posh
area of Central Park West.

        "So what do you think of Carlos, Tony?"

        The young Italian looked over to see Hilary Astor sitting nude on
the floor,
her long legs spread open, casually rubbing her fingers in and out of her
blonde-furred slit.

        "We met him the other day when Daddy took us out to eat for his
birthday.  Carlos was working as a busboy, the poor thing.  Jenny noticed
him checking us out, that fucking cobra of his practically breaking out
of his workpants.  We simply had to try him out!"

        The sound of Hilary's voice caused the rutting couple to break
out of their trance.  The tall Hispanic was lodged deeply inside the
young teen, both of them looking towards the door at the shocked Tony.

        "Oh, Tony, so glad you could stop by," the sweaty twin
welcomed, "I'd get up to say hello, but I have a 9-inch Puerto Rican
cock stuffed inside my pussy.  Mmmm... God, it's so fat.  Carlos was
quite a find.  He barely speaks any English, but damn can he fuck."

        "Tell me about it." Hilary added as she got up and walked over
to the pair. "He plowed me so good in the restaurant storage room.  I
told Daddy I was gone powdering my nose!" She finished her statement by
leaning over to lick along the dragon tattoo that covered the man's
slick bronze back.  The man responded by resuming his expert humping into
the teen snatch.  His hand reached back, roughly grabbed the blonde by
the chin, and brought her pouty lips away from his back and up to his
mouth in a sloppy french kiss.

        "God, Tony, what is it about you greasy, low-life working boys
that makes you such amazing fucks?  I want to marry a nice respectable
doctor or lawyer like Daddy wants, but the poor boys always have the
biggest dicks!"  Jenny whined, grinding her tight cunt onto the
oversized prick, her sister and the Hispanic busboy feverishly making out
above her.

        Breaking the kiss, Hilary dropped to her knees and began
slavishly laving her tongue all over the enormous brown ballsack that
swung between her sister's stuffed hole.  The lust-crazed Puerto Rican
yanked his dong out of its sheath and plunged it into the girl's open
mouth.  He then began a skillful double fuck -- alternating between
ramming it back and forth between the twins -- in one's mouth and in the
other's cunt.

        "Sí... sí!"  The latino grunted. "Chupame, niña.... A Papá le
gusta su puta..."

        "Ohhh God, Tony, get over here!" Jenny wailed. "Hil and I are
both dying to be in the middle of a dago-spic sandwich.  What do you
say?  You want to join Carlos and double fuck us both?  I'll go first...
Your big, beastly, uncut pricks lodged in my ass and my cunt at the same
time?  You both have such enormous cocks and you know how to treat a slut
the way she likes!  Oh GOD, YESSSS!"

        It was an offer Tony couldn't refuse.  His dick was painfully
hard -- standing there watching that latin punk fuck those prissy twin
bitches.  He feverishly stroked his aching erection, swiftly making his
way over to the three rutting youths.  With lightning speed, Tony
crouched down and rammed his ten inch pole into the squatting girl's
hole.

        The orgy went on for hours... Tony was amazed at the rough,
intense mating of the Puerto Rican.  He had always hated those cocky
Hispanic bastards, but on that day he had a new-found respect.  Not only
could the guy fuck with the best of them, but he added something more --
a raw, nasty attitude that Tony liked.  Tony knew the guy must've been
from the wrong side of the tracks, probably would work his whole life and
never see the kind of money that the Astor girls spent in one afternoon
-- but the guy still maintained his arrogance and his pride.  This
Hispanic busboy didn't need cash or a fancy apartment or expensive
clothes -- he had a wrist-thick, nine inch club that gringa bitches
drooled over.  Let those pansy assed businessmen sneer at him while they
ate their lunch.  Little did they know that he was having the last laugh
-- fucking their young wives and daughters, giving them what their rich
husbands could never provide.  Yeah, Tony thought, he had a lot more in
common with those dirty latino bastards than he figured.

        And he couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather share his
little Tommy with.


TO BE CONTINUED IN WAR STORY CHAPTER 4


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