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Subject: Bull and two boys 9 Mitch and his Trooper buddies mess with some gay boys Here is the next installment of Bull and two boys. In it, if so inclined you will follow the saga of a strapping young man blessed and cursed with a cock of Brobdingnagian proportions. We will trace his adventures as he comes to understand and relish his nature as a hard man of sometimes sex and sometimes violence. A born conqueror of men, we will chart his picaresque exploits across the globe as he goes from young marine, to for-hire mercenary, to Montana state trooper and back to his first love, ranch hand on his father’s cattle and horse spread in the Seely-Swan valley of western Montana. Along the way, he will experience many adventures with unruly natives, local men, snooty CA liberal scum invading his beautiful state, condescending eastern tourists and gay boys looking for fun after a pride march. This is fiction, though often based on many of my own experiences – literary-ized, so to speak – and is not meant for anything other than pleasant day-dreaming over a good cigar for the rare ubermen and popper for the plentiful untermenchen in this PC world of ours. On the level though, cigars help make a man a man, and I suggest you � hunters – give em a try. Just chawing is plenty enough � gets yer head spinnin and the rest of you rarin for action. They are the best high and incitement to vigorous activity/mastery known. Let the bottom boys do their poppers, you Men, give a big black,strong stogie a try. If you like this story and want more, let me know. Might make it available in novella form privately (maybe more violent) as it’s been re-written so many times after being posted on Nifty. And, writing of Nifty, this tale and all the others are only possible when you fags cough up the dough to keep it goin. So, contribute and contribute plenty – today. For top men, fergit it, only the fags should pay. That’s an order! Bull and two boys. 9 – Back at work, messin with some gay boys. Working on their Father’s ranch while Mitch was up in the mountains, the brothers reflected on what they had done to Ernie. Manus and Semus, the eldest and both happily married, considered it a job that needed to be done, nothing more. They had administered most of the beating, Manus with Semus’ heavy belt, Semus with his fist smashing into Ernie’s balls. Searlas and Eckhardt had just helped, by holding him in place and punching him out when they got the chance. They were all huge men, with giant O’Rourke cocks. Mitch had, by far, the biggest schlong in the family and they all knew from experience that it was hard to get a really big dick into a woman’s pussy. Too big, all of them, and you had to go gentle in a woman. Manus and Semus didn’t seem to mind. They bred their wives and raised their sons. They all knew that riding a woman was near impossible for Mitch, and they also knew he swung both ways. Manus and Seamus just smiled and shrugged their mighty shoulders; boys will be boys. The younger boys thought `A man, even a boy, can take it hard.’ Eckhardt had made a joke of masturbating Mitch into erection, but he had been excited in doing so. Searlas and Eckhardt had both been exhilarated and envious as they watched their younger brother git himself a fine, rough fuck, and right to the balls in both the fag’s holes. They were hung huge too, and didn’t get much pleasure out of sorta fuckin – half way in and real gentle – the girls who flocked around them, knowing of the legendary O’Rourke endowments. Both the younger boys sprung iron hard-ons all week thinking about it. kocaeli escort Meanwhile, Mitch was back at work, also exhilarated from his very fine vacation. Nature was grant up there, and it had been delightful saving and teaching the boy. The sex had been primo. So, his worked with a real spring in his step, whistling that damn Donizetti tune till his trooper buddies started throwing boots at him. When he broke up bar fights, he did it aggressively, savoring pushing other men around. When he stopped speeding fucks from CA or the east, he took his time writing out the citations, bulging cop crotch at eye level with the awed fucks at the driver’s wheel. He was a man, the MAN, and he wanted everyone to know it. Showering up after a long day, his buddies Gerry and Anders joined him. Hot water jetting all over them, thick creamy suds dripping down their hairy bodies as they scrubbed the grim and sweat off, Anders remarked ‘Don’t clean out yer hoods boys. Found a new fag hot spot. Had some fun terrorizing them cock suckers.’ `Oh yeah? Gerry replied, interested. Gerry had stopped Mitch on his way to Sunday dinner and knew that the big guy owed him. Was gonna bring that up, but Anders seemed to have something closer at hand. Anders was a big guy of Scandinavian blood, with a fat uncut Montana cock. Gerry matched him with the addition of a slight beer gut just beginning to develop. `Yeah, it’s in a shack outside of town to the south, way off the main drag. A big open room with glory holes. The cock suckers kneel in the open room, competing to see who can be lower and grosser. The fairy’s getting serviced are on t’other side.’ I staked it out fer a while that strode in. Cock suckers pissed their pants in terror as I swacked my sap into my hand over and over. Think they almost bit off the fags they was suckin. It was a lot of fun. Scared the shit outta all of them, but they was still eyein this big Montana crotch, lickin their thin lips.’ Gerry and Mitch laughed and all three men’s cocks started to darken and lengthen as they hung down swingin. Anders went on, `Their fag pride day is today and town is swarmin with sleek little twinks, showin off their city duds. I say we have ourselves a little amusement.` Two half erect boners showed that Gerry and Mitch were game for some, ah, adventure. Anders finished with `Nighttime is best, the place will be crawlin with em like mosquitos.’ They agreed to meet around 10, at a pull off near a mile from the target. When Mitch pulled in, both his buddies were there, and they had brought a few other fellow troopers along, both also of Scandinavian blood -Garald and Nygel. All big, sturdy and fit out in full trooper regalia from hats to guns and saps on their hips, they enjoyed the walk. Nearnin the mark, Gerry pulled out a cigar and started to light up. `No boy, will give us away too soon’ Anders whispered. So, he shoved it in his jaw and began chawin instead, most of the others joinin in. There were a lot of cars parked around the shack, all expensive and new, plenty of CA plates. Quietly walkin into the second room, they stood there glowering and gestured to the fags with their loins pressed to the wall to git out not making a sound. Garald and Nygel escorted them out, patting their saps with heavy hands to show they meant business. Blanching dead white with fear, the queers left. There were three holes � how convenient – and tiny little fingers started darting out, beckoning for cock. Lookin at each other with ironic sneers, Mitch, Gerry and Anders unzipped and worked out their meat. Three Montana darıca escort troopers stood there, big bad man cocks and heavy balls hangin low, and strutted to their chosen holes. Their dicks were Montana big and thick. Soft, they would fill the glory holes like tight cock rings. Again, looking at each other, they slowly bucked their loins forward and those big dongs slid through, sliding down the wall on the other side. On the other side, a bunch of fag college and high school kids saw three gigantic man cocks flop down in front of them. Their eyes bulged in astonishment at the dark, gnarled, rugged meat. In seconds, tiny lips were slurping and slobbering up and down the shafts, tongues darting in the hoods, drinkin the slobber that instantly started drooling out, savoring the rich aroma of man cheese, sweat and piss. Little hands were lifting and stroking cock, feeling the veins that began to throb and thicken as trooper dicks began to rise to attention. Gruntin in satisfaction, the three men lit up their stogies, enjoying the whopper high they delivered and the service they were getting from the low fags on t’other side. Wet little mouths tried to open wide enough and soon tiny lips were stretched to ripping over fine Montana hooded knobs. The tight holes were gripping the base of the men’s cocks so tight they bulged obscenely, the veins gigantic from the strong Montana blood pulsing in them, darkening to a terrifying purple black. Troopers went to work, tryin to fuck in and out, but they were gripped so tight that Mitch finally took his soakin stogie out of his mouth and spat a jaw full of gob on his and the man lube soon got him slicked enough to work his piece in and out. The other guys followed suit. Much gagging ensued and the little faggots pulled off. Lookin at each other again snickering around their cigars, the men began pulsing their cocks. The boys saw those hideous gigantic man cocks dripping with black cigar gob, jumping and twitchin so hard they sometimes slapped with a TWACK on the wall above. Soon little lips were again eagerly suckin and slobbering, drinkin down the cigar gob along with the streams of slop that were pulsing out of cock heads. Rolling the hoods back little tongues began lapping at the thick cheese as the men grunted in approval. `Clean me up good, faggot, Gerry snarled out, his hairy gut rammed up to the wall. `Suck you low worm’ Anders growled. `Git yer mouth on it fucktard, Mitch hissed. On the other side, the entry door flew open with a boom as it hit the wall. `Freeze faggots! That was Garald. `Don’t you sissies move an inch.’ That was Nygel. Two or three little fag boys froze in place, each group clustered around the colossal cock they were servicing. Lookin back they saw two 6’2″ or so Montana state troopers standing there, their hands knotted into fists on their hips. Strolling over, both men fished out their own stogies and lit up. `What do we have here, buddy?’ Nygel growled out, `low faggots suckin man cock, or tryin to. Is that the best you queers can do? Let’s help em pal,’ Garald offered, and instantly strong hands grabbed little heads and began forcin them down. `Any teeth on the MEN yer servicin and I’ll cut yer fag balls off myself’ Nygel hissed out. GLUG, GLUG,GLUG and a lot of coughin, spittin, gaggin and wretchin followed. On t’other side, three big guys threw their heads back, chawin and smokin their fine stogies feelin little mouths and then tight, tight throats fitted to their enormously engorged weapons. Strong men on t’other side expertly jerked and gölcük escort maneuvered little fags so the angle was right and slammed them to the wall. Satisfied grunts from t’other side followed as the men started to fuck their meat through the holes into the kid’s throats. 250 lb. men were slammin into the partition so hard it shook and banged with each ram home. Garald and Nygel would pull one little fag off and quickly replace him with a fresh hole to be ravished. And so it went, as all the fags in the room were forced down to the wall on mighty man cock. `Can you guys tell the difference?’ `Yeah man’ came rumbling out from three deep voiced bulls. `First one fer me,’ spat out Gerry. `Same fer me,’ added Anders in a low growl. `I want the second cock sucker’ from Mitch. As they made their selections, three huge swollen cocks were rock-hard, griped by he glory holes. Gerhardt on the left with his normally 10 fat inches swollen to 12. Anders with his usual 11 to 13, and Mitch with his normal 15-inch killer swelled up to an improbable but there it was 19. Both troopers grabbed the first kid and lifted him till he was horizontal and slammed him home on Gerry, two hands in the kid’s hair, two hands holding his kicking legs. The worked the kid up and down on Gerry, till he began slammin harder and harder into the partition then stopped with a loud grunt. Garald reached down and felt the kids throat pulsing as rich trooper cum shot down into his guts. Then it was Anders turn and again a little faggot was taught some respect, and better, a lot of fear for a real man. Again, the wall slammed, again the hot spunk choked the kid as he swallowed and swallowed. The kid fought and squealed lookin at the 19-inch monster, but Garald and Nygel were inexorable and down he went, as Mitch almost bit his soaking stogie in half. All the guys loved Mitch and Garald and Nygel saw to it that he got a proper reverential servicing. Soon, the throat expanded till it was gonna explode and the big guy delivered a torrent or red-hot seed into the little boy’s stomach. As the giant cocks began to soften, Garald and Nygel yanked the fag kids over and forced their mouths open and first Gerry, then Tom and lastly Mitch pissed like horses in their mouths. Spurting piss like fire hoses, Gerald and Nygel dragged every fag over for its turn. `Nothin like a good piss.’ `Oh yeah Mitch? `I prefer a good FUCK.’ Gerry spat out. Anders said nothin and as the men softened and eased their slowly deflating soaked cocks back outta the holes, they looked at each other again and laughed. Strolling around to the other room, cocks out and flopping, they saw Gerald and Nygel working their big pieces in tight fag pussies. Even though they were spent, Gerry and Mitch shoved their slimed dicks in the kid’s mouths to keep em quiet as their buddies fucked them harder and harder till they came with a final vicious slam home. `Now, little fag boys, you know what real men are, dontcha? Anders asked in a pleasant, easy goin way. All young, college and high school kids, they replied with low trembling voices, `yes sir.’ `What, no Thank you?’ `Thank you sirs,’ came mumbling out amid sobs and whimpers. `Henceforth, be good little faggots an keep yer carryin on low-key, no more of yer shit in front of Montana women and children. You got that little boys, or is that girls?’ Again, `yes sir’s came blubbering out. Wiping their stinking cocks off on twink faces, they stuffed their hogs back in their drawers with difficulty. Snickering over their cigars the troopers strutted out, with an occasional sneering look back. `That was one fuckin hell of a good time, Gerry. We all owe ya’ Anders said as he patted his buddy on the back. With a significant, hard look over to Mitch, he replied `Fergit it, next time it’ll be yer turn.’
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