Drawn West

By Jim002

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Fifteen

Pa lifted off me and began to fuck me. I turned my head over and watched Rafe stroke his big pecker. It looked mighty tasty. I wanted to suck on it, but I didn't see how I could, bent over the table. But I reached for it and Rafe brought it as close as he could. I wiped the drool off it and sucked it off my fingers.

"Ah, yeah!" Rafe said.

Pa chuckled.

"Don't fergit to feed him yer milk," Joe said, I guessed to Pa.

"I could never forget that. Man cream certainly seems to have helped you grow," Pa said to Joe.

"Yup."

I wiped more drool off Rafe's cock. Joe moved next to Rafe. I looked at both their stiff peckers. Joe wiped some drool off his own pecker and offered me his fingers. I sucked on them.

"No!" I said, when Pa pulled out of me. He laughed.

"Your turn, Tom," Pa said.

I flipped my head over to look at Tom. He moved behind me. I groaned as he entered me. It didn't hurt at all.

"You like havin ole Tom inside ya?" he whispered into my ear.

"Oh, yes!"

"Yeah, I seen how ya drawed me. I knows ya wanted it," Tom said.

Tom began thrusting into me.

"Aw, yeah! Tighter n any cunt I been in!" he said.

I was sure glad Tom was enjoying it.

"Told ya that," Joe said to his brother.

"Yeah, but you ain't never fucked a girl, brother," Tom said.

"Ain't never goin to. Got me a boy who loves ma pecker," Joe said.

I nodded my head.

"I love the rest of you, too," I said to Joe. "Not just your pecker."

He chuckled.

"I'm real glad for ya, Joey," Tom said, as he continued thrusting.

"Daryl loves you, too, Tom," Pa said.

I was a little surprised by that. Was I in love with Tom? I thought about how happy I was that he was going to live with us. Would I be that happy if I didn't love him?

"That true, Daryl?" Tom asked.

"Yes, Tom. You're part of my family. I think I would be heartbroken if I knew I would never see you again."

"Hmm," Tom said. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me tightly against him while he continued thrusting into me.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of Tom's body, which was on me and in me. Then I groaned as a mouth swallowed my pecker. I recognized Joe's sucking. It stopped and another mouth began sucking me. That was Pa. It was obvious from the way Pa was sucking that he wanted me to shoot, and soon. I groaned as I did just that. It felt absolutely wonderful.

"Aw, fuck!" Tom said, as he pulled out of me.

"Let me have that," Tom said. I didn't know what he meant, and my pleasure was too intense for me to even wonder about it. My hands were clenched on the opposite edge of the table, and I groaned several times. I felt Pa let go of my pecker. Then Joe swallowed me.

"Damn!" I heard Rafe say.

"Well, I cain't waste it," Tom said.

"No. The boy needs it," Rafe said.

My pleasure had ended. I panted and lifted up off the table. I turned my head and saw Tom was holding a drinking glass at the end of his pecker. His milk was in the bottom of the glass. I moaned at the sight of it. Pa and Joe stood up.

"Somes goin ta waste," Joe said.

"No. We'll use Rafe's pecker to wipe the inside of the glass," Pa said. "Daryl can lick it off Rafe's pecker."

Rafe and Joe groaned at that. That sounded like a terrific idea to me. I nodded my head, and Tom laughed.

"You feel a little differnt about ma nut juice as Ann do," Tom said.

"She doesn't want to lick it off Rafe's pecker?" I asked, grinning.

Tom laughed. I wrapped my hand around his pecker and stroked it. Tom put his hands on his hips, closed his eyes, and sighed.

"You just have fun with that anytime you want," Tom said to me.

Joe sighed. He was happy. I grinned at him.

Tom had me tilt my head back. He poured his milk out of the glass and into my mouth. After I swallowed it, he wiped the inside of the glass with his finger.

"Suck it off his finger," Pa said. I did just that.

"I think we all want to fuck Daryl," Pa said. "Why don't all of us shoot in the glass?"

Rafe nodded his head.

"Good idear," Joe said.

Pa, Rafe, and Joe spent about the next hour taking turns fucking me on the table. They pulled out before they shot. Once, while Rafe was fucking me, Pa sucked me under the table. I cried out as I shot my bolt for the second time that evening. My pleasure was more intense than it had ever been. To my surprise, Pa kissed Joe and they shared my cream. By that time, Tom was hard, again and he cornholed me, too.

"How are you doing, son?" Pa asked me.

"I'm getting a little sore," I said. "My neck and my butt."

"Then let's all shoot in the glass," Pa said. "Then we'll take a break for a couple of hours before having more fun."

"Damnation!" Tom said.

"You tired out?" Pa asked Tom.

"Nope. But don't know if I can shoot agin."

Pa nodded.

"You can have fun without shooting."

Tom grinned and nodded.

I was relieved to get off the table. I watched Pa stroke himself, holding the glass at the end of his pecker.

"Let me do it, Pa," I said.

Pa grinned at me as he handed me the glass. I began stroking his beautiful meat.

"Look at his face, brother," Tom said to Joe. "You can see how much he loves his pappy's bone. You used to look at our Pa's like that."

"Yup," Joe said. "Pa's pecker made me happy. Yoursin did, too."

"Yeah," Tom said.

"Does it make them whores happy?" Joe asked.

"Cain't say it does. I done told ya I'm stayin, brother."

I watched Pa's balls swing back and forth as I stroked him.

"I'm close, son."

Rafe ran his hands over Pa while I stroked him. Pa groaned as his white seed shot out of his hard rod and into the glass.

"Is that all?" I asked, when Pa had finished.

Pa and the other men laughed.

"You keep draining me, son!"

"Felt the same way, I did," Joe said.

"Joe only had two men. You have four, Daryl," Pa said.

I nodded.

"I'm thankful for the four of you, really I am," I said.

Tom thought that was hilarious. He slapped his thigh and laughed as the rest of us looked at each other. If they were like me, they were wondering what was so funny.

"Why is you laughin?" Joe asked his brother.

Tom wrapped his arms around me. I looked up at his handsome face.

"Coz the boy is grateful we's takin our pleasure in im. We's the ones outa be grateful."

"We is," Joe said. Pa and Rafe nodded.

"We are all lucky, I think," Pa said.

"We is," Rafe said.

To my delight, Tom pressed his mouth to mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed. I pulled away first, because my neck was sore from the hour spent on the table. I tilted my head to take the stiffness out.

I milked Joe and Rafe into the glass. Both of them shot more than Pa, but not very much. After that, I tilted the glass back and swallowed their cream.

We all walked over to the fire and sat. Pa had me sit on his lap and wrapped his arms around me. The men began talking about farming, about what livestock to have and what to grow. I felt my eyes growing heavy.

"Rest your head on my shoulder and sleep," Pa said to me.

I smiled at him and did that. I think I must have fallen asleep instantly.

I woke to hear Missy yapping. I sat up. The fire had burned down and Rafe was leaning back in a chair snoring. I wasn't the only one who'd been sleepy.

"I guess she needs to go outside," I said.

"I'll take her," Joe said. He had already gotten dressed.

"No. I want to do it. You can come with me, though," I said.

Joe grinned and nodded.

I climbed off Pa's lap and got dressed, quickly.

We went outside. Missy took a piss and then wandered around where she could, sniffing things. Joe put his arms around me. I smiled at him.

"It's great about Tom," I said.

Joe grinned, widely.

"It shore is! You done it, Daryl. Brother Tom don't have much…desire…for me no more. But you make his pecker hard."

I smiled at him.

"I'm glad, but I don't know why I make him hard."

"Coz you want him so bad. He said you and me is the only ones ever wanted him so bad."

"Just wanting him makes him hard?"

"Said the whores have sex with him coz they have to. There ain't no pretty girls who want him. There ain't no pretty single girls at all, ceptin mebbe Annabelle. But she ain't interested in Brother. He asked your Pa if he minded sharin you wit im."

"Pa said it was fine, didn't he?"

"You Pa said he wanted Tom, Rafe n me doin ya all the time. Said it keeps his pecker hard fer his boy."

I grinned at Joe and he laughed.

"I see you likes the idear," Joe said.

"I do! I love Pa's stiff pecker. I love yours, too."

Joe bent down and thrust his tongue in my mouth. As we kissed, I tasted whisky. I put my hand on his lump and rubbed it. It firmed up, but didn't stiffen completely. Joe pulled away and winked at me.

"You need more peckers, boy. I'll get em fer ya."

"You will?"

"Yup. Tomarree, I'll take ya ta Ben. Yer pa wants ta watch ya nurse on Ben. He were a bit worried bout Ben, but I told yer pa I done sucked Ben's pecker moren once. You wanna suck them two Injun peckers?"

That was a shocking idea, but it appealed to me. Maybe that was because it was shocking. I wondered if Indian cream tasted the same. There was only one way to find out.

"If it's safe," I said.

Joe nodded. "Don't ya worry bout that, boy. I won't never let nothin happen to ya."

I smiled at Joe. He kissed me again. While we kissed, Missy barked. When we looked, she was standing at the door. Joe and I both laughed.

"She's smart. Knows it's too dang cold outja here," Joe said.

We walked back inside. As I took off my coat, I saw Rafe was looking at me strangely. I wasn't sure what to do about it. But then I walked over to him, knelt, and took his soft pecker into my mouth. He let out a long sigh. I looked up at his face and saw he was smiling at me. His pecker stiffened a little, but like Joe's, it was spent. Rafe put his hands under my arms and pulled me up.

"Yer ma boy, too," he said to me.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him.

"I sure am."

Rafe pulled my head against him. I rested my cheek on his hairy chest.

"Howdja like to draw a picture a yer boy with them two Injuns?" Joe asked. He had to be asking Pa.

I looked at Pa. His pecker was shriveled up. I wondered if he was going to be able to get it inside me when we went to bed. I was looking forward to sleeping with him in me.

"Hmm. We don't know they would want to, do we?"

"I's purty sure," Tom said. "Like I said before, they don't pay no mind to the ladies. Not even that witch Ann at Harry's. Ever man looks at her, even th'ones that hates her."

"What do you think, Daryl?" Pa asked. "I know you like hairy men, and Indians aren't hairy."

I hadn't thought about that.

"They is," Rafe said. "They's not as hairy as me, but they's hairy. They's only half-Injun. Truth be I figerred that may be why they ain't with no tribe. Makes em look white."

"I never thought a that," Tom said, nodding his head.

"It would be a good experience for you," Pa said to me. "You can learn about a different culture."

Tom laughed. "Yeah, whilst they is emptyin their nuts into him."

Pa grinned at me. I couldn't help noticing that the idea had Pa's pecker was stiffening up. I grinned.

"I want to do it," I said. Pa nodded his head.

"I'll talk to em tomorree," Joe said.

"Do you want Daryl to go with you? If so, I should go, too."

"Shore," Joe said, nodding.

"Bring em here," Rafe said.

"This is just to meet them," Pa said to Rafe. Rafe nodded. "I can also mention how wrong I think the previous owner of this house was."

"That there's a good idear," Tom said. "See if they eye Daryl, whilst yer there."

"Yes," Pa said.

"I wonder if they have headdresses," I said.

"That would make a fine picture if they were wearing them while they…have you," Pa said to me.

I nodded.

Pa frowned, then. I wondered why.

"They may not like the idea of you having sex with me," Pa said.

"I'll tell em I done it with my pa," Joe said. "See ifin they get mad."

Pa nodded. "That's a good idea."

"Yup. Shore is," Rafe said.

We all sat down and had more drinks. I sat on Pa's lap as I sipped whiskey. Joe's and Rafe's peckers slowly stiffened, when Pa started stroking mine. Rafe was sitting next to Pa. I reached over and wrapped my hand around his bone. He groaned and leaned back, stretching his long legs out in front of him. Then he sighed, with a big smile on his face.

"My boy loves peckers," Pa said.

"Yup, he shore do," Tom said. "Just like ma baby brother. Ma big baby brother."

We all chuckled. Joe was bigger than Tom in every way.

"I don't know that I much like the idear of Daryl with them two Injuns. Not cuz they's Injun, mind ya. How is you n Rafe goin ta feel bout Daryl spendin time with em?" Tom said, suddenly.

I was looking at Rafe as Tom asked that question. Rafe frowned. I looked at Joe and he had a frown on his face, too. Then I thought about Rafe feeling left out earlier. All of them might end up feeling that way."

I looked at Pa.

"He may be right, Pa. What if they fall in love with me? What if I fall in love with them? How can I keep everyone happy?"

I looked at Rafe. He nodded his head.

"Well, I hadn't thought of it that way, but it could be a problem," Pa said. "Well, no harm done."

Pa and the other men talked about the prominent people in our small town. While they talked, my mind wandered. It suddenly occurred to me that with Harry's saloon closing, I wouldn't be drawing any more pictures of his women. Would I draw the women of the Golden Bone? I was pretty sure Ben Davis would want me to do that, but he would want a percentage of the profits. If I was paying Ben to draw his ladies and Harry to sell my drawings, what would be left for me?

"What you be frownin bout?" Joe asked.

"Daryl?" Pa asked.

"Yes, Pa?"

"What's wrong?"

"I was thinking about my drawings of Harry's girls. They won't be around anymore, once Harry moves to Deadwood."

"Ben Davis will want some of them," Tom said.

"But I'll have to pay him and Harry," I said.

"I hadn't thought about that," Pa said. "You know, you don't need the money, Daryl."

The other men voiced their agreement with Pa.

But I liked earning money. It made me feel like a man. And I enjoyed giving Flora and Annabelle a gift of a gold coin. But what could I do about it? Harry wasn't going to keep his saloon open just to make me happy. And even if he did, it might mean Tom would move back to the saloon. I decided I wanted Tom to live with us more than I wanted money. And if I was making less, per drawing, I would be selling more in Deadwood. That calmed my spirit.

I noticed the men had begun speaking about the sleeping arrangements.

"Tomorrow, we can get Rafe's bed from his cabin. We can put the smaller bed in here," Pa said, pointing to the right of the hearth.

"Yup," Rafe said. "Let's get an early start and we can get everthin we need from ma cabin."

Tom and Joe nodded.

"Flora and Annabelle will be over in the morning, two hours after sunrise," Pa said. "So we need to be dressed and decent."

"What fer they comin?" Tom asked.

"They'll be doing our cooking and cleaning. They wanted the job, and they asked if they could do it," Pa said.

"We got women without us needin to fuck em," Joe said.

Tom laughed.

"Hey, you ain't never done it. You might like hangin on to a couple of big tits whilest you is poundin their pussy," Tom said.

Joe grimaced and I laughed.

"If I does get the urge, I'll pound Daryl while milkin a cow," Joe said.

We all laughed. Tom reached over and hugged his brother.

Pa got up and I moved to Rafe's lap. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed until Pa sat back down.

I yawned and the men all decided it was bedtime. We all went outside for a piss, including Missy. We walked a little ways from the house and relieved ourselves. Missy squatted and did the same. When she was done, she walked over to me and sat, waiting. I smiled at her. I wrapped my free hand around Rafe's pecker and held it as he pissed. Rafe grinned at me.

"I don't want him to catch cold," I said to Rafe.

All the men thought that was very funny, which pleased me. We went back inside, passing the dead squirrel, which was definitely frozen solid by that time. We put the food away and wiped the dishes clean.

Pa decided to make a list of things we needed to buy for the house. The house was fully furnished, but not for five people. The men discussed what could be bought at Carpenter's store and what would have to come from Deadwood. I couldn't really help with that, so I played with Missy by the fire. She was a pure delight! But after a few minutes, it was obvious she was worn out. I understood, I was feeling worn out, myself. I set up a blanket on the floor next to our bed, and placed her on it. She lay right down.

"She sure is smart," I said, as Pa walked into the bedroom.

Pa nodded. "Smarter than some of the students at Christopher Academy."

I laughed.

"Like Joseph Lewis," I said. Pa nodded.

"You ready for bed?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

We undressed and climbed into bed, naked. Pa pulled me close. I took his soft pecker into my hand. It hardened a little, but then got soft, again.

"Is he asleep?"

Pa chuckled.

"Definitely. Between all the sex and the whiskey… Does it bother you?"

"No, Pa. I understand."

Pa kissed me and that was the last thing I remembered.

I was awakened the next morning by something touching my face. I opened my eyes and looked right at Pa's stiff pecker. He was rubbing it on my lips. I looked up at Pa's grinning face.

"He's awake," Pa said.

"Yes, I sure am!" I said, smiling.

"I meant my pecker."

I laughed.

I could see through the window that it was still dark outside.

"Why are you up so early?" I asked Pa, after licking the length of his bone.

"It's not early. It's after sunrise. You can't see, because this window faces west. We aren't in the city, anymore, Daryl."

I wasn't ready to get up.

"Let's pretend we're in the city and go back to sleep," I suggested.

Pa laughed. Then he pushed his pecker into my mouth.

"Joe is going to stay here with you while the rest of us go to Rafe's old place," Pa said, as I sucked.

I wrapped a hand around Pa's balls and he groaned.

"Will ya look at that!" I heard Rafe said.

"Yup. Joey use ta polish Pa's knob, first thin ever mornin," Tom said.

"Pa shore liked me ta wake him up tha way," Joe said.

"I'm sure of that!" Pa said.

"You gonna fuck Daryl whilst we's at the cabin?" Tom asked.

"Mebbe. Ifin he wants me to," Joe said.

"Is we all goin a feed him?" Rafe asked.

Pa pulled out of my mouth. I tried to get him back and the men laughed.

"I guess we should leave," Pa said.

"Why are you going so early?" I asked.

"Tom is very eager to get a bed, and the animals have to be fed," Pa said.

"Missy woke Brother up," Joe said.

"Five er six times, lickin ma face!" Tom said.

"Oh, Missy! Well it wasn't me. I wouldn't have licked you there," I said.

The men laughed, loudly.

"Yeah, I know Daryl. You's partial to ma pecker," Tom said, grinning.

I nodded my head. Unfortunately, Pa had put his pecker away. I was disappointed, but it meant he would shoot more and thicker milk when I finally did get to suck him.

"We're going to bring the shower from Rafe's, too, and we want to be back before the ladies get here," Pa said to me.

"Yup," Rafe said.

"I’m ready," Pa said. "See you soon."

I nodded. Rafe and Pa kissed me goodbye. I rubbed the stiff bone in Rafe's pants while I kissed him. After we'd been kissing for a while, I heard one of the men clear his throat. Rafe pulled away and grinned at me. He put his hand on mine, which was on his pecker.

"I know ya need that, boy. You'll get it soon. Real soon," he said to me.

I nodded, grinning.

As soon as they were out the door, Joe pulled off his clothes and climbed into bed with me. He rolled on top of me and kissed me. I felt his stiff pecker against my leg. I wrapped my arms around him as his tongue explored my mouth. After a bit, he pulled back from the kiss and grinned at me.

"I love having you on top of me," I said.

"You is ma sweetheart, Daryl."

"You are mine. I love you, Joe," I said, as I looked into his brown eyes.

Joe kissed me, again. Then he got up on his knees, straddling me. He took my head in his hands and pulled it to his stiff pecker. I opened my mouth and took him inside me. Joe groaned. He began moving my head with his hands. I let the muscles in my back and neck relax as he took his pleasure in me.

"Daddy Joe's got sumpin real good for his boy," Joe said.

I groaned.

"Feel them nuts slappin gainst yer chin?"

I moaned, again. I did feel them.

"They's full a yer breakfast, boy."

Joe was working me into a frenzy. I looked up at the hard, hairy man who was using me, the way I wanted to be used. I ran my hands all over his body. Suddenly, Joe pushed his pecker as far into me as it would go. He stopped moving and held my head still. I couldn't breathe. But before that could scare me, he pulled completely out of my mouth. I tried to get him back inside my mouth as he groaned and hot man milk shot out of his bone, into my mouth. He pushed the head of his rod back into my mouth and several powerful spurts filled my mouth.

"Mmmm," I moaned. Joe laughed.

"Oh, you like that, boy."

"Mmmm," I moaned, again.

"Ah, yeah, boy. This be real…good fer ya. Real good. Real…ah…ah…good."

He shot a goodly amount into my mouth, before he reached his end.

"Lemme see ma milk in yer gullet," Joe said, as he pulled his pecker out. It was a good thing I hadn't swallowed yet. But I normally waited to swallow, because Pa liked to see his cream in my mouth, too.

I opened my mouth. Joe stuck his finger in my mouth and moved it around. I guessed he was playing with his milk. But I soon realized he had something else in mind. He took that finger and pushed it inside my ass.

"Cuu uu swuuu?" I said. I meant, could I swallow.

Joe laughed.

"Swallow that good stuff," Joe said.

I did, as Joe began sucking me. He moved his finger around, inside me, while he sucked. I shot my bolt quickly. Joe made little noises of pleasure. I understood why; Joe loved man cream as much as I did. After I finished shooting, Joe lay on top of me again and we kissed for a long time. Finally, he rolled off me, onto his side. We grinned at each other.

"Is ya always gonna be ma baby?"

"I hope so," I said.

Joe frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"I stopped wantin a get cornholed."

"I won't."

"You sure?"

I thought about that. The thought of leaving Pa was unbearable. And if I told him I wouldn't let him fuck me anymore, he might decide to find someone else to fuck. I would never allow that. And the thought of losing Joe or Rafe was nearly unbearable. I knew it was possible I would lose Tom. That didn't make me happy, but if he needed a woman to be happy, I needed to accept that.

"If you still lived with your father, would you have told him he couldn't do it, anymore?" I asked him.

Joe grinned.

"Nope."

I nodded.

"And if you and Tom never separated?" I asked.

Joe nodded his head.

"I sees what ya mean. I'da been happy bein under Brother Tom."

"I love being under men," I said. "Especially big, strong, hairy men. And most especially the men who live with me."

Joe showed me his arm muscle. He grinned as I felt it.

Suddenly, Missy started barking.

"Maybe they are back," I said.

"Or the ladies is here," Joe said.

I nodded.

Missy kept up the barking. Joe got out of the bed, so I did, too. Joe left the room. I picked up my trousers and put them on. Then I went into the front room. The shutters were closed, and I couldn't see much through the cracks. Joe came into the room wearing trousers and an open shirt. He opened the front door. A gust of very cold air came in and I shivered. I went back to the bedroom and got my shirt. I put on my shoes, too. I went back to the door. Joe was already outside.

A man carrying a rifle was walking toward the house.

"Howdy!" Joe called out.

Missy ran towards him, but the deep snow, stopped her. I went to her and picked her up.

I couldn't make out much about the man until he was much closer. I saw he was carrying two rabbits. He walked up to the front porch. His face was lined and his beard had almost as much white as brown hair in it.

"Howdy, Joe! Good ta see ya agin. You livin here?" he asked.

He knew Joe. I looked at Joe. He was smiling. I didn't realize I was nervous until I felt myself relax.

"Yes, sir. My Pa bought the house from Flora yesterday," I said.

He didn't look happy about it, in fact, he looked a little angry. I wondered why. I hoped he didn't think we were like the previous owners. Whatever mad him mad seemed to pass.

"Must be new round these parts. Don't reckon I seed ya afore," he said. I nodded.

"My father and I came here from Chicago."

He nodded his head.

"I'm working for his pa," Joe said. As Joe said this, he put his arm around me. Jack saw it and grinned.

"Good ta have ya back! The Golden Bone ain't been the same since ya left!"

It was obvious Jack liked Joe.

"Name's Jack Davis. Rot pleased ta meet ya."

He held out his hand. I put Missy down and then introduced myself as I shook hands with the man. It was strange, but he did seem pleased. His attitude seemed to have changed and I had no idea why.

"Would you like to step inside and warm yourself?" I asked him.

Jack smiled.

"Another time," Jack said. "I'll be by to see yer pa, later."

Jack's smile disappeared, again.

"Is something wrong, Jack?" I asked.

Jack sighed.

"I been huntin this land since Jake and his missus died. There's be a lot more game, cuz of the crick. It don't run through ma land. I don't reckon yer pa'll let me keep doin it. I live up thar," Jack said, pointing up the hill behind our house

"Oh."

I didn't know what to say to that. I looked at Joe, who shrugged.

"Hopefully Pa will be able to come up with a fair solution," I said.

Jack nodded.

"See ya later," he said. Jack waved and walked away from the house.

We went back inside. I put Missy down.

"That's Ben's brother," Joe said.

"Ben Davis?"

"Yup."

"Oh. What does he think of his brother?"

"They get on fine. I sucked Jack a few times at the Golden Bone," Joe said, grinning.

"Really? So he's like Ben," I said.

"Jack's older, mebbe ten years. Ben's like Jack. Taught his little brother that anything that makes him shoot his bolt, is good."

I nodded.

Joe leaned forward.

"Jack said he made Ben suck him a few times. Later on, when Ben was yer age, couple a times Jack got Ben drunk and fucked him. Ben don't remember it." I gasped. "And Jack were married at the time."

"So he wanted to fuck his brother more than his wife?" I asked.

Joe shrugged.

"Said it were the tightest boy ass he ever fucked."

I gulped. It was hard to believe, but I didn't doubt Joe.

"Jack hates religeeous folks. You see he smiled when I put ma arm round ya?"

"I did. Does he know about you and your pa?"

Joe nodded. "And Brother Tom. He likes me ta tell him bout the thins we done, afore suckin him. Gets him real hard."

I was amazed. I felt Joe's pecker. He was hard.

Joe sat down and pulled me onto his lap.

"Ya wanna suck him? He's real hairy," Joe said.

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