Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2002 09:58:35 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Ex-Steps

			       THE EX-STEPS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     I grumbled the entire way to the farmhouse. Mom was abandoning me, and
not even leaving me with my real relatives, just my Ex-Steps.
     I should explain what I mean by the "Ex-Steps". My father died when I
was eight. When I was eleven, Mom married Bob, and he became my stepfather
and his sons, John and James, three years and one year older than me,
became my stepbrothers.
     I never got along with Bob, he was too much of a tyrant. All the time
sneering at me for being "puny" and "scrawny" as he kept putting it. His
sons were smaller versions of him; they had grabbed my bedroom and pushed
me and my stuff into the smaller guest room, and their bullying tactics
generally had made my pre-adolescent years miserable. While Mom had
divorced Bob less than two years after marrying him and I hadn't seen them
much since (Mom saw him from time to time, even still slept with him from
what I could tell), I didn't doubt they had changed much. Anyway, just to
remind Mom and myself that they were no longer any part of our family, I
always referred to Bob and his sons as the Ex-Steps. My ex-stepfather and
my ex- stepbrothers. And to remind Mom not to make such a stupid mistake
again.
     "It's settled, Francis." Mom said.
     "Call me Frank, Mom." I said.
     She ignored me, as usual. "Bob has a nice, large farm. You need to add
some weight and get a tan, son, and the farm is the best way to do both.
Bob's being real nice to take you on while I make my business trips this
summer.
     "Why can't I stay home?" I complained. "I'm eighteen already." Barely
eighteen, but I didn't mention that. I was heading to college at the end of
the summer.
     "Because you'd be alone for weeks at a time, and I'm not sure you're
ready for that, or even need it. You'd get lonely being by yourself, and
what if something happened? No, you'll stay with Bob."
     And that was that. Mom could be manipulated before she made a
decision, but never afterwards. I knew it was too late; I just wanted to
make sure she knew I wasn't happy about it. We had supper at a burger joint
in Tonitown (my God, what a name!), then made it to the farm just at
sundown, around 7:00 at night.
     Bob and his sons stepped out onto the porch. My God, three giants! Bob
was as big as ever, over six feet, five inches of solid muscle, with his
black hair and thick mustache, and black hair covering his arms and peering
out of his shirt-top. His shirt must have stood out from his body by a
foot, forced out by his huge pecs. John and James were only slightly
smaller than him, but very strong just the same, and given a few more
years, they'd both look just like him. John was Bob's height, and James was
only a bare inch shorter. Any one of them looked like they could pick me up
with one hand and throw me into the next county.
     "Hello, Francis." Bob said as I stepped out of the car, and promptly
forgot about me. "Come on in, darling." he called to Mom.
     Mom practically giggled like a schoolgirl. Yep, she was still balling
the bastard. You could tell by the way she looked at him. "We have a few
things in the car."
     "My boys will take care of that stuff." Bob said. "John, James, go
make yourselves useful."
     "I can carry it." I said.
     Forced to acknowledge me, Bob snorted. "Still as puny as ever. It'd
take you an hour to unload. Boys, go help Francis."
     "Sure thing, Dad." John and James trooped off the porch, stepping
aside as Mom barrelled up the steps and into Bob's arms. He scooped her up
and carried her inside.
     "Step aside, squirt." John said. "Let some real men get that junk of
yours out of the car."
     That wasn't fair of them. It's not my fault I was so thin-boned. My
muscles just didn't show much on my small frame. And my height made it even
worse, I topped off my growth at a whole five foot four. It was
humiliating; in my senior year of school, I had been mistaken by new kids
as a freshman! So I would have to prove myself, and decided how I would do
it.
     I hefted the biggest box and carted it in, just to show these guys I
was no wimp. It was a mistake; I finished a poor third behind them, each
with a box under each arm, and John a third, smaller one held in one beefy
claw by the string ties. They led the way to the bedroom and I huffed my
way behind them, nearly collapsing as I made it and dropped it on the
floor.
     "Just four boxes left, squirt." James said as he walked back past
me. "You start unloading. We'll get that big, bad heavy stuff for you, you
poor baby."
     I seethed, but stayed behind, looked around. This was their bedroom,
John and James!
     I kept my cool and tried to ask casual when I got back, "Where do I
sleep?" I asked.
     "You bunk with us." John said. "We don't have an extra bedroom, or an
extra bed. That's a king-sized bed, we'll all fit."
     "We could fit him in a dresser drawer." James chuckled.
     "I gotta sleep with you?" I queried, disbelieving.
     "Why not?" Tom demanded. "You got something against sharing a bed with
your brothers?"
     "Ex-stepbrothers." I reminded him scornfully.
     He staggered back in mock dismay. "Oh, I see. Well, it's either bunk
with us, or sleep on the floor. You take your pick."
     I kept quiet and they were almost accomodating, scooting their things
around until I could crowd my stuff in here and there. I had known better
than to bring anything I really liked, so there wasn't a lot.
     By then, it was bedtime. I was exhausted and fumbled sleepily for my
pajamas.
     John watched over my shoulder and jerked them out of my hands. "What
the hell are these?" he asked, holding them up to his waist. They came down
to about his knees.
     "They're pajamas, stupid." I informed him.
     "Not in our bed." John threw them over his shoulder. "Fran-cess, you
been spoiled by air-conditioning. It's already hotter than hell and the
summer will only get hotter. Jim and me sleep nekkid, and we don't even use
covers this time of year. That means you'd better do the same. I'm not
having a soft-ass city boy sweating puddles in my bed."
     "The same for me." James chipped in. "It's going to be bad enough
having three in that bed without having to lay next to flannel."
     "Oh, all right. I just hope you guys don't talk in your sleep
anymore." I said. "Can I at least use the bathroom, or is that not allowed,
either?"
     "In there." James pointed. "Don't expect nothing fancy."
     It wasn't, that toilet was a metal antique from the Victorian era. But
I managed to brush my teeth, wash the sweat from my body with a damp
washcloth, and thought about it, stripped to my boxers. I'd be damned if I
was going to sleep completely naked next to these jerks.
     I entered the bedroom. There was a full moon, easy to see their bodies
on the bed. They hadn't been kidding, they were both stark naked and lying
atop the covers.
     Well, it was a hot night, and there wasn't even a fan in the window to
play over the bed. No covers probably was the best way to sleep. I got a
tremendous hard-on, thinking about lying in bed with them, them turning in
their sleep and their huge, muscled male bodies rubbing intimately against
mine.
     The way they were lying, facing outwards from each other, I had to
take the center and no way was there enough room to not have to touch at
least one of them all night. Damn it, I was going to be driven mad by all
that touching of these big studs. If these bodies hadn't been attached to
such jerks, it would have been heaven! I was a virgin then, on top of my
other problems.
     Thank God they were both asleep already, James snoring softly and John
with heavy, regular breathing. They were sound sleepers, I remembered.
     "You take that end." John said, and I thought for a while he was
talking to me.
     "Damn it, the hay's got to be loaded!" James said. "Now get cracking."
     Oh, God, they were both still sleep-talkers!
     I crawled in and settled in as well as I could. I always go to sleep
flat on my back, and that had me lying with my hands just brushing their
buttocks. They stirred but neither woke up.
     After a time, John shifted onto his back and now he did snore, like a
power-saw chewing a tree down. That seemed to be the cue for James to turn
onto his back as well, and his snores were only less onerous. I got snoring
in stereo sound. It's better than sleep-talking. Well, marginally.
     Still, this was a good chance to check on their equipment. Which one
had the bigger cock? What did such a big cock feel like? My own four-incher
didn't tell me what a big sausage felt like, I had to use my fingers to
work it. What did it feel like to have a big, thick, throbbing cock under
your hands?
     Well, these two were sound sleepers. I could touch them and they
wouldn't wake up, would they? I reached over and grabbed them. John had a
hard-on already, a wet dream no doubt. James' cock grew solid in my hand.
     John's was definitely bigger around, but which was longer? I ran my
hands up and down in tandem, trying to get a feel for the two cocks, see
which was the bigger pricks on these dumb pricks.
     "Contact." John said in a mumbling way. "Take her up to four
thousand." He dropped into a rumble.
     "Roger." James said, as if responding to John's sleeptalk. I knew it
well, that rattling of their dreams. I was safe, I kept on stroking
them. James beat John for length by a slim margin, but John had more bulk
to his cock by far.
     "Let's do it." John said clearly, and suddenly he and Jame turned
towards me and grabbed me from both sides.
     "What the..." I got out before John's hand clamped over my mouth, and
I struggled helplessly in their joint embracing hold.
     "Don't give us that guff, Francis." John said into my ear. "We figured
you for a pussyboy when we saw you staring at our bodies when you
arrived. So we set it up. If you were a pussyboy, you wouldn't be able to
resist playing with our dicks. So don't pretend you don't want it."
     I had been set up! Naked and no covers, my ass! Snoring up a storm!
Sleeptalking!
     John and James were rubbing against me from either side, their hard
cocks jabbing at my legs. Their big, firm cocks. Their lovely, big, hard,
luscious man-cocks. I looked at them again, nightsweat giving their bodies
a sheen and a musk that filled my nostrils, the raunchy odor of horny
males.
     John spit in his palm, rubbed it along his cock, did it again, and I
suddenly realized what he planned. "Wait!" I nearly screamed.
     James' hand went over my mouth. "Not so loud." he hissed. "You'll wake
Dad and Sheila." My mother.
     I mumbled and he took his hand away. "I never did it before. Never
sucked or fucked. Never."
     "No?" John was astounded, but he kept stroking his cock. He lapped his
palm, and added that to it. "Then this will be a real treat for you, eh,
Fran-cess?"
     I struggled to get up, but was overpowered in no time. James' hand
went over my mouth again before I thought to scream. James' big, hairy arms
held me down while John grabbed my legs and lifted them high. I thrashed
about.
     "Come on, Francis, relax and enjoy it. It's going to hurt the first
time, but it'll hurt more if you fight it." James pointed out.
     I sagged down onto the bed.
     "That's better." John said. "Now, me, I don't rape anybody. We've been
a little rough here, so maybe we misread your signals. All you have to do
is say the word, and we'll fix you up a bed on the floor and never touch
you again. Or you can spend the summer taking us both on anytime we feel
like fucking you. All or nothing. That's the deal. What's it going to be?"
     "If he doesn't want it, why's his dick so hard?" James queried.
     He was right. My cock was aiming for the ceiling, and felt hard as a
rock. John reached down and stroked it, sending waves of pleasure through
me as his calloused hands mauled my little dick. "You got five more seconds
to decide. Which is it going to be? Once that five seconds is over, you
can't back out." He warned.
     I kept silent, both afraid yet wanting more. My head rested in James'
lap, I could feel his big cock as a lump on his fleshy pillow. To be their
love slave, or to sleep on the hardwood floor and keep my cherry. What a
choice! I tried to think calmly, but John's hand was absolutely driving me
crazy. I think the bastard knew darned well what he was doing to me!
     "Four, three, two, one." John chanted at me, his eyes boring into me
while his hand flogged my cock. "Time's up. Let's drill him!"
     He let go of my cock and grabbed my legs again, lifted them high. I
struggled again, but this time, there was no let-up. James' hand went back
over my mouth, though I made no attempt to scream.
     John's thick cockhead pressed against my asshole and that was when I
screamed. Sheer fear! My God, it was too big! He'd split me open like a
piece of dried wood!
     "Shut up!" John snarled. "I ain't pushed in yet. Going to be as gentle
as I can while I pop your cherry."
     I dropped back into quietude and tried to relax, and that was when he
pushed that hard monster into me.
     "Hurt" isn't the right word. Oh, there was pain, but it was the kind
of pain you get when you're being stretched too far. Once, as a child, Bob
had grabbed me by my biceps and lifted me up. The pain in my sockets as
they bore my entire weight, that was the kind of pain I had then.
     John pushed what felt like the entire cockhead in, and then
stopped. "Okay, Fran-cess, get used to that before I push in any further."
     James shifted, lifting my head forward while he raised up, and when he
lowered again, his cock slid past my ear like a velvet snake. I looked at
it out of the corners of my eyes and saw the engorged purplish-red head a
bare fraction away, a blurred mass of aroused manhood.
     "How about sucking on this while you wait, Fran-cess?" James
suggested. I didn't move and he let go of me, grabbed my head in both
hands, and twisted it to the side. "Suck it!" he ordered.
     It was too close, though I tried. I nibbled and sucked at it, but it
was too hard and too close by for me to reach. I lifted my head and got
hold of the head by jamming it into one cheek, but when I relaxed for an
instant, it slipped out with a "pop" sound.
     James growled and dumped my head unceremoniously on the pillow beneath
him, I could smell the rank odor of anal sweat there. He clambered over me
like an inanimate object, until he could sit down on my chest, his knees
digging into my armpits, and now his long cock was aimed right for my
throat.
     "This will muffle him good." chuckled James as he slid it into my
mouth.
     John took that as an invitation, for he lunged at me again, and when a
gurgling yell of pain (real pain this time, I was being torn open from
inside!) rose from my lungs, James shoved his cock down me as hard as he
could, throttling my shriek before it could get onto my tongue.
     His balls bounced against my chin, he shoved it in so far! I could
feel that hard cock being bent down my throat. I gagged, choked, tried to
swallow.
     "Ah, damn, Francis, keep it up!" James groaned. "Ah, man, those are
your tonsils at the back of your mouth, but what's that rubbing my cock
halfway down your throat, man? Oh, yeah!"
     I felt about to retch, and choked, moaned a warning, and James pulled
out to rest his cockhead on my tongue as I fought for breath and
control. "Oh, yeah, deep throat all the way!" James bragged to his brother.
     "He's still got half my cock to go." John compared. "This is genuine
cherry I'm getting here."
     Half? My God, only half of it was in me? I felt like his cock was
rubbing my kidneys, it was so deep into me, and I still had to take this
much more? I choked back a sob, gulped hard, and that's when my
ex-stepbrothers both rammed their cocks back into me.
     Again I had James' cock imbedded down my throat, though I seemed to
have better control this time. John had torn me a little further, and now
seemed to be past the worst of the pain. I could feel my bowels giving way,
but it was more like a piece of data to be reported and remembered rather
than anything affecting me intimately, immediately.
     James kept his cock in me longer, this time, and I could feel John's
balls like twin orbs against my ass hairs. He must be nearly done invading
me. What would happen when he stopped just shoving and started fucking, I
didn't know, but I doubted it would be much more fun.
     Again my bile rose in me, again James pulled back to let me
recuperate. "Getting better at it, Francis." James congratulated
me. "You'll be a professional cocksucker in no time with our help. We'll
give you lots of practice."
     "Two holes, no waiting." John agreed. "Both fully broken in, ready to
take on raunchy studs at will."
     It sounded like I was to be sold at auction like so much meat. I
wondered if they would actually talk of this with their friends. Was I
going to spend my summer being impaled by every stiff dick in the county?
     I imagined them lined up to use me, to shove their cocks into me, a
never-ending line of male lust, while John and James were on either side of
me, holding my arms and keeping me still for them.
     Then was when the joy of the slave engulfed me, and I felt my body
relax to its destiny of desire. John had released my legs, leaving them
like dead branches to either side of him, and I wrapped them around his
waist, put my heels against his buttocks, and pressed down hard. John
gasped as his cock slid the rest of the way into me and I lunged forward
onto James' cock. I couldn't get it in me as deep as he could, but he
groaned and shoved it into me.
     Ah, I was full of hot cock, filled to the very brim! I looked up as
well as my eyes would focus, to see the hairy, sweaty, heaving body of
James like a monumental cliff of man-muscle to be scaled and enjoyed. I
couldn't see John at all, but I felt his power, the mass of lusty raunch
between my thighs like a randy stallion snorting and stamping in eagerness.
     "I think our little guest is ready for the next step of his training."
James said.
     "Yeah." John agreed.
     Together, they began to fuck at me. John hunched at me with thrusts
into me that made me feel like my ass was a sheath around his cock, one
that wrinkled in and out of my body as he shoved in and withdrew. James
grabbed me by my head and fucked my face like he held a hairy bowling ball
to his groin and was humping at it. I didn't gag at all, now, just relaxed
my ass and my throat and let my horny ex- stepbrothers use me as they
would.
     There is joy in being a slave. There is pleasure in the use of your
body by a muscled package of male raunch that rutted and ground at you like
a lump of meat. I felt my body being ground into the bed, felt their heavy,
musky sweat pour from their bodies onto me, until my every pore burned with
the overload of salt and rank passion.
     It was like being fucked at both ends by over-muscled stud bulls, they
humped and fucked me with no regard for my pleasure, and there was pleasure
in that, my dick throbbed and pulsed with the flow of passion that came
into it from other sources, rather than being the source itself.
     The end result was identical. I felt my climax grab me and assault me
just the same as though I was the one fucking rather than being fucked, I
groaned, spasmed, felt my butt muscles clutch John's stabbing cock,
massaging it, felt my throat clench at James' cock sliding in and out of me
(deep throat all the way), my groans of lust vibrating my esophagus and
giving him a hum-job, and I shot my load onto my stomach in feeble jets
that were no threat to the raunchy stallions now atop me.
     John speeded up his thrusts into me, snorting his breath like an
enraged bull through his clenched teeth (I still couldn't see him, but it
sounded like that). "Huh!Huh!Oh!Yeah!Huh!Huh!Huh!Good!Good!" Sort of one
long word of emphatic syllables.
     "Ungh!" James chimed in with more vocabulary than his fuck-happy
brother. "Deep throat! I love deep throat! Damn, Francis, you're better
than any pussy we got in this county! Going to feed you this every night
all night, you bet!" All this while not missing a single stroke of his long
cock down my throat.
     I looked at their bodies through my spent lust as though through
mist. Golden sheen of tanned bodies, dappled with thick hair like the
leaves of trees through which sunlight burst through here and there, their
muscles were round spheres that were joined and intermingled into a single
being that were these brothers, these lovers of mine, these masters of my
body. I felt a complete rapture in belonging now to them totally.
     Now I consciously milked at John's cock with my ass muscles (so easy,
a wonder I hadn't been able to do it before) while I concentrated on giving
James a more powerful suction, subordinating all of my being into these two
actions.
     "Oh!Huh!Oh!Damn!Yeah!That's-it!Yeah!" John gasped.
     "Oh, yeah! Good, deep throat, man, good deep throat!" James praised my
efforts.
     "Huh!Huh!Huh!Huh!Hu-u-u-u-ugh-h-h!" John's interminable word broke
into a choked gurgle as his body lashed into a frenzy of high-speed
fucking, and I felt the salty sting of his jism as it burst into me at high
velocity. I could feel the pulses of his cock as it jetted its load of
sperm into me, like a living heartbeat, and I milked at his cock with an
increased fury, trying to drain him utterly dry.
     Like the sun rising, I saw his face climb up over James' shoulder, a
face drained of hormones, covered in sweat, softened by spent passion, and
he rested his chin on his brother's shoulder. "Oh, damn, Francis, you're a
wonderful fuck!" he informed me and withdrew, the sun of his face setting
behind the hills of his brother's muscled shoulder.
     James suddenly pulled his cock out until his cockhead rested at the
back of my mouth, and shifted into high gear as he began to fuck my mouth
with the rapidity of a rabbit, deep-throat no longer of interest to him, as
he used my lips to milk him at a frantic pace, and he jet-spurted his come
with not a single groan to warn me; suddenly my mouth was filling with
salty, foamy cream of manlust. I got what felt like a cupful of it before
he subsided and I held it on my tongue, enjoying the taste of his spent
cock surrounded by its load of man-milk, and I lovingly swallowed it,
giving his pud a pulsing suction as I did, drawing out the last ounce of
his seed from its receptacle.
     "Whew!" James said, and climbed off of me and down onto the bed. "I am
drained completely dry, brother. This is one good little cocksucker we got
in our bed."
     That left John in full view of me at last, his drained schlong still
imbedded in my ass, and with his brother out of his way at last, John
collapsed onto me and rested his two hundred-plus weight on top of me,
crushing me flat as his heavy pec mushed onto my face and I felt his chin
brush the side of my head.
     I lapped at the heavy salty sweat on his breast, lapping at the solid
mound of muscle that rolled and caught on my tongue. John almost giggled as
I dried him off like that and his skin began to gain friction upon my
tongue. He moved and shoved his hairy armpit into my face. "Here's some
more for you." he said.
     His armpit hairs were saturated with his sweat, and the smell of his
maleness was especially strong, a heady aroma of fetid musk. I practically
gulped as large quantities of his sweat poured off his hairs into my mouth
and I drank deeply of the pure essence of his strength and manhood.
     "He seems to like it." observed John as he presented his other armpit
for my services.
     James leaned over and watched me intently as I sucked the armpit hairs
dry. "I could use a little of that servicing myself." he concluded as I
finished.
     John rolled off of me, and I felt a tug as my ass reluctantly let go
of his cock. "He's all yours." John yawned and rolled onto his side.
     James crawled up and crammed his armpit at me. He didn't have quite
the quantity of hair as his brother, and his scent was lighter, more
delicate, as though not quite as concentrated. But lapping at his armpit
was like suckling the nectar of the gods, and I felt a strange strength
coming to me as I drained both the hollows of his arms dry of their salty
manjuice.
     James yawned mightily. "Well, now, Fran-cess, this might not be such a
miserable summer for you after all."
     I sighed my agreement and nuzzled under his arms, rested my head on
his bicep.
     "I get to fuck you in the morning." James stated. John's only answer
was a light snore; he was now asleep.
     "Sounds good to me." I conceded. "But what if my mom or your dad walks
in?"
     "Didn't you hear them leave?" James queried. "They'll spend the night
in a motel, probably won't return until noon. We have all the time we
need."
     I thought of that big bull of a man plugging my mother. Bob really was
a huge stud. I wondered if, before this summer was over, I would be able to
add him to my male harem of studs.
     James was right; I awoke in the morning to find the house totally
silent. Neither John nor James was snoring at that moment, and I would have
heard Mom, an early riser, fixing breakfast by this hour. But there was
dead silence. Me and my ex-stepbrothers had the house to ourselves.
     I yawned and looked them over. James had his uppermost arm and knee
hanging over the edge of the bed on his side. His round but dimpled
buttocks looked like two apples beneath the hair on his butt that tapered
out above his ass cheeks in a fan-shape before becoming widely scattered
over his back and thickening slightly on his shoulders. My ex- stepbrothers
were that hairy and I loved the look of it, glad they didn't feel the
compulsion many men do to shave off such hair. It gave them a natural,
animalistic look, like primordial men.
     I turned to see John was flat on his back on my other side. His closer
leg had fallen sideways, making a triangle and causing his big, beefy cock
to flop down across that thigh. It had a swollen look to it, and I wondered
if that was partially due to it being crammed up my virgin butt the night
before.
     No matter. I had my duties as their sex slave to perform, and I
decided my first duty would be to wake them up properly. James got to fuck
my butt that morning; I remembered his decision of the night before. So I
would begin with him.
     He was in a bad position to be awakened by a cock- licking, but
perfect for a butt-licking. I scooted down in the bed and began to lick at
his asshairs. Slowly I wormed my tongue (I have a very talented tongue, I
could form its tip into a taut, fat point and really dig in with it)
between his crack and dug deeper and deeper.
     James groaned in his sleep, wakening slowly as I had planned. I found
his pink tuckerhole with my tongue and lapped teasingly at it.
     He raised his upper leg into the air, opening his crack for me and I
dug my face in as deep as I could, feeling the sticky hairs crawling along
my nose and brushing the sides of my tongue as I probed at him, tasting the
deep pungent taste of his butthole.
     James shoved hard at my face with his butt and ground it against my
face, shaking his buttocks like so much jelly. I almost laughed, his hairs
were tickling my cheeks when he did that.
     But I remembered my duty and pulled away. James rolled over and his
big, fat, lovely cock was waiting for me, rigid as a tree trunk, the blue
veins crawling up it like leafless vines.
     I didn't have to work up saliva, it poured from my glands of its own
accord as I kissed his cock clean of his nightsweat, a heavy, musky aroma
in my nostrils and on my tongue. Then I began to slather it with my tongue
and finally to send it into my mouth and down my throat like an old,
accustomed friend.
     I deep-throated him for a short time, him moaning gratefully as I
worked him over, until I had a thick coat of my saliva on his cock. "Time
now for that fuck you promised me." I said as I let go of him and turned
around to get on all fours.
     I lifted my head when in position and saw John looking at me. I wasn't
very far from his crotch, a simple scoot on my knees and a shift of my
hands, and I was able to lower my mouth down onto his cock.
     I hadn't sucked John up until this point. I was amazed to find out how
much bigger than his brother he actually was. James' cock was a nice fit
into my mouth, just a nice, full feeling. But John's cock strained my mouth
open, filled my oral cavity to the brim, and though I tried valiantly,
could not jam him past my tonsils.
     Busy trying to accomodate John, I had practically forgotten about
James, until I felt his hands wrap like big flaps around my slender waist
and his cockhead covered with warm slime (courtesy of my mouth) probe
hesitantly into me.
     I think James had been a virgin up to that point. Certainly he hadn't
fucked a man's ass before; he didn't know where to point it. I reached
under and guided him to my pulsating puckerhole and he grunted as he made
contact, and began to push into me eagerly.
     I left him in control of the lower half of my body and returned to my
job of trying to cram John's cock down my throat. I drooled more spit onto
his big schlong and tried again, found that made it easier. But it was
still a rough ride, like trying to swallow whole a salami and I don't mean
those littler ones, either! In all this effort, James managed to bury his
cock inside me without my hardly noticing.
     It wasn't until I began to waver on my efforts on John's cock that I
realized James was fucking me. I gave up on trying to deep throat and
concentrated instead on milking that thick foreskin over his cockhead and
back with each jab of James' dick into my butt.
     "Oh, man, you really loosened him up last night." James moaned. "He's
a nice, warm fuck."
     John grabbed my hair in both hands (tight, it hurt!) and began to
force-fuck my face by shoving me down over his cock and releasing me again
to come up for air, before he shoved me down again.
     I raised my eyes as far as I could, to watch John in his pleasure. He
had his teeth clenched in a snarling grimace, his eyes squinched tight, and
his chest was heaving in time to his arm muscles as they rippled with the
effort of forcing me down on his cock.
     Again, my main duty was to relax, make way for them, let them use
me. To spend all my effort on slackening the muscles in my throat so as to
make room for John's cock, and to release my butt muscles so James could
plow in deep as he wanted.
     It was a short, savage fucking James gave me. As he found the way to
move his muscles, he made no effort to be gentle with me, and his thrusts
and jabs became rougher, harder. I found this angle of fucking very
pleasurable; it felt like he was scraping the top of his cockhead against a
double-node, peanut-sized area inside my ass, and that was sending pleasure
signals to my brain. I was amazed to be discovering in my submission parts
of my body I never knew existed, but these parts bore all the pleasure
centers of my cock in their own unique ways.
     There was utter bliss in being the possession of these two raunchy
studs, as they bucked and made the bedsprings squeal underneath us,
cramming themselves into me as if they would climb inside me if they
could. Since this was impossible, they settled for pulling out and
reinserting the parts of them that would fit, their broad, beefy cocks.
     James' fucking was doing something to me, definitely. I wondered
vaguely in my rising desire if this was what had happened the night before,
but it felt different. This was the way women must feel, to have a man's
cock imbedded in their pussies, to feel crammed full of male flesh and at
the mercy of the snorting bull-men atop them. I understood the utter
pleasure in such an act at last.
     James shifted into high speed, so I wasn't surprised to feel his salty
jism spurting into me, the rippling pulses of his cock stroking my insides
with each jet, and the sprays of come themselves hitting that little place
inside me and driving it crazy. I was building to my own orgasm, without a
single touch of my hard cock, just the jiggling, the fucking, and the
mastery over me doing the trick.
     In the sheer ectasy of my approaching orgasm, I suddenly lurched down
and somehow, this time, managed to bury John's cock down my throat. John
gasped as I did this, and groaned, his hands spasmed into a clench on my
head, and he held me there, forcing me to keep this massive invader down my
throat for as long as he felt like.
     I was hitting my climax, and I couldn't breathe! Forced to live on
internal reserves only, the air within my lungs that now couldn't escape, I
found my eyes blurring and thoughts slowing to a crawl, being subjugated to
my body's need for release; my entire brain shifted into a single purpose,
ejaculation. I choked, moaned and shot my wad onto the sticky sheets
beneath us.
     John still had a killer grip on me, and darkness was closing in on
me. But in the vague blackness, I felt his seed squirting into me, and
before I lost consciousness entirely (just a nebulous state somewhat like
being asleep, or dreaming), his cock wilted and withdrew, and I could again
draw in the delicious air, and could climb out of my own brain and see the
world once again.
     "Whoof!" John said. "That was hot!"
     
"You said it, brother!" James agreed, as he fell beside me. We made a sort
of tangled mass of drained male bodies, and lay like that for a time.
     "We'd better get moving." John said after a time. "We got the chores
to do."
     "I need a bath, first." James said.
     "Me, too." I declared. "Need some help scrubbing your back?"
     James smirked. "Fran-cess, you get to wash me all over if you want!"
     "Sounds good to me." John said. "That can be one of his duties from
now on. Sort of like those old Roman movies, where the slave gives his
master a bath."
     "So get up and get moving." James shoved me out of bed with his
foot. "I like my bath hot."
     So I bathed each of them in turn, James first. James made me strip
down and get in the tub with him, and I found out soon enough he wanted me
to wash his body with my own. We wetted down, and then I had to soap up my
body and sort of wallow on top of him, and I enjoyed that immensely, though
we made sounds like hogs wallowing in mud in the process. John came in
toward the end, both of us covered in soap lather in the few inches of
water left in the tub.
     "Boy, you two sure are a sight." John chuckled.
     "I'm almost finished." James said. "We need to get one part of him
scrubbed extra clean."
     "What's that?" John asked.
     James responded by rolling over on top of me and cramming his
soap-lubed cock into my ass. I held onto his slippery body as well as I
could, and James fucked me in the slick morass we had created in the old
tub.
     John stroked his cock, enjoying the show we were putting on, and when
James gasped and shot his wad into me, John had a terrific hard-on
waiting. "Rinse off and get out of there." he panted. "My turn."
     James turned the shower on us and the soap quickly rinsed off our
bodies, leaving us both gleaming in the morning light. I sluiced the water
over him, getting him squeaky clean, then patted his ass in a proprietary
manner. "Time's up, master." I said.
     "Fine with me." James said. "I'm drained dry at the moment."
     "He'll be around a long time." John said, as he stepped into the wet
area his brother had vacated. "We both won't have any trouble getting our
rocks off for a long time."
     As John stepped into the shower, I ran my hands over his body,
slicking him down. "Is my master ready for his soaping?" I asked.
     "Do it up right." John said. "James, when you're dry, how about
rustling up breakfast?"
     "What's wrong with our slave doing it?"
     "I've got him busy right now, and I'm hungry." John said.
     "Oh, all right." James groused. "Fifteen minutes. Don't lollygag."
     I had a soapy washrag dancing over John's hairy body in no time. I
shampooed his head and added that soapy excess to the white coating on his
body. It's amazing how much lather you can work up with a soft soap
bar. Before long, John and I were both soapy as hell.
     He was impatient, and when I slathered his cock with the lather, he
pushed me to the tub's bottom, lifted my legs high and slammed into me.
     James had loosened me up proper with his two fucks of the
morning. John slid in to the base with no problem at all. I was amazed how
quickly I had adapted; the night before, I'd expected to be sore for a
week!
     Guess you just have to climb right back on no matter how sore you are!
     The soap covering our bodies made for slippery fun, and we rolled
around and slipped off each other and across each other, and John fucked me
three different ways, once with us facing, my legs around his waist, from
there to a spoon fashion, both lying on our sides, and then to me atop him,
bouncing up and down like on a trampoline. He pumped his manjuice up into
me and I sprayed a weak dribbling load into the mass of soap worked up on
his stomach. He didn't seem to mind, just grinned and said, "Let's wash
off."
     So, all of us squeaky clean and me doubly washed, I went out to face
my first day on the farm.
     It wasn't that bad. I don't mean I suddenly became strong and able to
handle all tasks. I mean that they kept me on the easier chores, and I did
the step-and-fetch-it, hold-the-light, hold-this-while-I-hammer sort of
things. They didn't go out of their way to make me miserable. A big
concession on their parts.
     Mom and Bob arrived in time to let Mom fix a big dinner for us. That's
the way of a farm, you have a big noonday meal, followed by two hours for
digestion, then you work until sundown.
     Which was what we did, only with Bob back, the easy chores were
gone. We spent the afternoon herding cattle from one field to another, and
cattle are the stupidest, stubbornest bunch of trouble tied up in a leather
bag. I ran back and forth with a switch in my hand, stepping in cow-pies,
getting scratched by briers, taken down by a bull that tried to gore me (he
had no horns, and John and James came to my rescue before he did anything
more than humilitate me and get me dirty), and by sundown, I was worn
completely out.
     Bob laughed at every mistake and misstep I did, and his sons were
quick to imitate him. The honeymoon was over.
     I showered and stumbled through supper, and was almost feeling human
afterwards.
     "Bed for me." I yawned mightily.
     "Better sleep good. Tomorrow's going to be a rough day." Bob
declared. "Much rougher than today." He grinned a mean grin.
     John and James came in as I sleepily removed my briefs. "Don't let Dad
get to you." John advised. "He didn't mean it. We'll let you get used to
farmwork as slowly as we can."
     "But it is rough." James admitted. "Better toughen up as quick as you
can."
     "I'll do my best." I said, laying back on the bed. "Now who's on
first?" I lifted my legs and they laughed.
     John had his cock buried in my ass in no time, and James knelt to one
side to let me suck his cock, and we had fallen into an easy symphony of
motion when....
     "What the hell is this?" came Bob's roar of rage.
     You never saw two big studs cower quicker in your life. John jerked
his cock out of me and rolled over, James yanked his dick from my mouth and
knelt down to get the bare cover the bedside afforded.
     It left me stranded front and center. Bob advanced on me like an angry
lion. "We got a pussyboy living with us?" Bob yelled. "I knew you boys were
acting awful careful around him today, but I never thought for one minute
you, my sons, would actually stoop to playing with a pussyboy. My God!"
     He sort of drooped down, the fierce anger replaced by a stern
wrath. "I'll talk to you two in the morning. For now, you," a hairy finger
aimed at me like a pistol barrel, "come with me. I'm taking you out of my
boys' bed, pussyboy."
     I knelt down to get my clothes off the floor, and followed him down
the hall, terrified. What was he going to do to me?
     He led me into his bedroom. "You'll sleep with me from now on." He
declared. "I know how to handle pussyboys like you. Get in that bed right
now. I'm going to teach you a lesson for sniffing around my sons."
     I babbled the whole story about how it had happened while I cowered on
the bed. He looked so angry at me as he removed his shirt and t-shirt to
reveal his massive chest barrel. John and James had lots of hair, but Bob
was a solid mass of black hair that somehow didn't hide a single arc of his
muscle. Only golden arcs of skin on his arms and around the button-shaped
muscles at either side of his stomach were hairless. He pulled off his
battered blue jeans as I finished my story, and wore only a ragged pair of
boxer shorts.
     "So that's how it all happened?" He asked. "My boys wanted to see if
you'd play with their dicks, and you did. Then they fucked you proper, is
that right?"
     "Yes, sir." I nodded like my neck would break.
     "Have either of them sucked your cock? Or let you fuck them? Or played
with your dick?"
     "John did while he told me to make up my mind." I admitted. "Got me
all confused inside. I might have turned them down if he hadn't."
     The anger broke off his face like a mask, and he roared with
laughter. "Haw! Haw! Haw!" Laughing like that at the top of his lungs like
I'd told the best joke he'd ever heard. "That's my boy, all right!"
     I gained some courage from the end of his anger. "Sir, what are you
going to do with me?"
     "What should I do with you?" he taunted me, still grinning, but this
grin wasn't very nice.
     I gulped. "I don't know."
     "I'd say it all depends." Bob concluded as he turned his back and
stepped out of his boxers. His back and ass was as hairy as the rest of
him, like some sort of gorilla- man.
     "On what?"
     He turned around. "On just how good you are."  His cock was hard and
aimed at me like a cannon. Bigger than John's, and longer than James', it
was a foot- long monster! Uncut, a huge wad of smegma curved around, caught
on the taut foreskin. I could smell his raunch from where I was, nearly
five feet away, it was so strong. A clear bead of precome swelled out and
glistened on his slit.
     I couldn't take my eyes off it as Bob walked over, that big schlong
waggling like a serpent's head ready to strike.
     "All right, pussyboy, let's see how good those lips of yours are. Get
to work." Bob was now standing at the bedside, his cock about eight inches
from my face.
     I stared at his cock in fascination. This was the cock that my mother
fell for so hard she lost all her good sense had married him. Came to her
senses and divorced him, but still couldn't get away from the need for this
huge cock inside of her. All of a sudden, I understood her very well.
     Like a timid mouse, I leaned up and nibbled at the bulbous head. The
smegma wad caught on my tongue, and I winced at the acrid taste of it,
pulled away, and it came with my tongue.
     "That's a good boy. Now swallow it." Bob ordered.
     I gulped, nearly gagged on the horrible taste, but managed to keep it
down.
     "Your mom loves that stuff." Bob bragged. "This dick of mine produces
one every day, never fails. It'll be one of your jobs to keep it cleaned
off me. Assuming I let you stay here, and in one piece. Now get to licking
that cock some more. Need a lot of spit-lube if I'd going to fuck your tiny
butt."
     I set to work on his cock, cleaning it of the sweat and grime of the
day (Bob hadn't showered yet, though he hadn't gotten nearly as dirty as
me), and leaving a nice, thick layer of slimy drool all over it. I wanted
plenty of lube if he was going to try to shove it up my ass.
     "You done?" he asked me when I slowed down.
     I nodded slowly.
     "Get on the bed on your hands and knees." He ordered. I got into his
required position, and he clambered on the bed, his knees making huge
dimples in the old mattress and making the entire bed buck like a wild
horse and scream like an untuned violin. I smelled him more than felt him
as his hairy paws closed around my slender waist and I felt that round
sphere of his cockhead push into my butt.
     John had loosened me up, at least. I still groaned in pain as he
shoved in, not in the least bit gentle or patient, just a long, hard,
insistent shove that made me take it or tear wide open. I hunched and
swayed my back to make my insides make room for him, and still grunts of
pain slid out from my clenched teeth. I didn't think he'd appreciate it if
I yelled out loud.
     After a minute of utter agony, he had his entire length inside me, and
with no chance to adjust to his massive presence, began to fuck my ass. I
felt his hairy thighs slapping against the backs of my legs, his hairy
groin buried in pubic hair smacking my buttocks, and that monster schlong
drilling me and forcing my crinkled bowels to straighten out to fit it.
     He was slow only at first, soon he was a rutting monster atop me; he
leaned over and wrapped his huge arms around my chest, his hairy breast
ground into my shoulder blades like hard pillows covered in fur, and he
grunted hard sounds into my ear. "Huh!Huh!Huh!" just like his son.
     His groans became louder, until he sounded like a snarling puma on my
back, or maybe a bull gorilla grunts like that when fucking a
she-ape. Sweat poured from his forehead and temples to splash on my neck in
large drops of rank water.
     "Yeah, Dad, give it to him!" came John's impudent voice. "Fuck him
hard!"
     I turned my head to see John and James standing there. How they'd
entered the room so silently, I didn't know.
     "So this is why you made him come with you!" James accused his father.
     "Think I'm going to let you boys have all the fun of our resident
pussyboy?" Bob answered. "I get horny, too, you know."
     "We'll have to divide him up." John suggested. "One day in your bed,
one day in ours."
     "Why divide at all?" James asked as he walked over, his arcing cock
like a sword waving in front of him. "There's plenty to go around."
     I found myself trying to suck both James and John at once, an
impossible task, but I kept them horny and hard while their father finished
fucking my ass with a roar as he pumped a hard, thick wad into me.
     Then John got to finish off where he'd started, fucking my ass while I
cleaned off his father's cock. "You got him nice and loose now, Dad." John
said. "He was a bit tight on me until now."
     "Damn." James cussed. "You two will have his butthole spread wider
than a posthole by the time you're done. I guess I'd better learn to settle
for his mouth. At least that won't get stretched out to uselessness."
     So I sucked James while John fucked me. John shot his wad in me, and
James wasn't far behind him, filling my mouth with his jism. They nearly
crushed me, the two of them lying on top of me while they caught their
breath.
     "You boys alright?" their father asked.
     "Sure thing, Dad." John said.
     "It's going to be nice to have Francis around for the summer." James
agreed.
     Bob was sitting up at the head of the bed, pillow propping him up, and
his cock was hard all over again from the sight of his sons fucking me.
     "Then how about doing your old Dad a favor and lifting that butt of
his and dropping it onto my pud for me?" Bob requested.
     "Sure thing, Dad." John and James grabbed me each by an arm and a leg,
and walked on either side of the bed, carrying me spread wide to hover over
their father's hard schlong.
     I moaned as his hard cock slid into me, and my cock took the pleasure
of this moment to heart and shot my wad as Bob's stiff whanger slipped in
to bury itself there.
     It was going to be a great summer.

				  THE END
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