My son, My trade

The following is a work of fiction depicting graphic scenes of sexual encounters between consenting individuals and is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience. 

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Thursday evening in a diversely populated east coast factory town.  Late June.  First day of summer. Buck Hauser brushed his teeth in the downstairs bath of his old, shingle-sided two story, a close replica of practically every other.  Dinner had been ribeye on the bbq, baked potato and carrots.  Damned beef always got stuck between his pearly whites.  Dug some out with a floss strip, gargled with powerful mouth wash and stepped back to check himself out in the mirror above the sink.  Ran a hand over his jaw.  Later than a 5 o'clock shadow. No need to shave.  Where he was going nobody cared about that kind of thing.  Grabbed the nondescript t-shirt he'd brought from upstairs and pulled it over his broad, stocky and hairy chest.  Flipped off the light switch and made his way down the hall, through the kitchen and to the front door, his heavy soiled Timbs clunking on the ancient floorboards.  No need for keys.  Wasn't driving and almost never locked up the place.  It was that kind of neighborhood.  Everybody knew everybody; looked out for each other.  Felt the back pocket of his jeans.  Yup, wallet was there.  He'd need that.  Yelled upstairs to the kid.  Told him he was leaving. 

Buck stepped out onto the splintering porch.  He really needed to do something about that before someone took a tumble and sued his ass.  Breathed in the not-so-fresh night air.  Emissions from the plants down by the waterfront were probably killing them all.  But they were what kept this two-bit town alive all these years.  Like many of those who had grown up here Buck worked in one, the steel mill, until the accident.  Now he tended bar down the street at Ralph's, his current destination.  Wasn't working.  He had other business this evening.

With big working man's hands dug deep in his front pockets he strolled down the crumbling sidewalk, weeds growing up from between its cracks.  This street was mostly residential, but on nearly every other block warehouses and smaller factories were interspersed among early twentieth century housing.  And churches.  Cripes, were there churches.  Sunday mornings were filled with the clatter of ringing bells from all the church steeples.  Only three doors down from him were the Episcopals.  Next block over you had the Methodists.  Catholics were represented on Edwards Ave.  And that was just in his general area.  Was kind of funny considering all the sinners hereabouts.  Did their church thing and wound up ditching the family for a bar stool over to Ralphs. 

Buck stepped up the one brick porch to the establishment, turned the handle and let himself into the smoke-filled place.  Yep, Ralph's was doing a fairly good business tonight.  Quick survey told him there were about a dozen or so sudsers in the fairly small joint.  All regulars.  Axel, that much tattooed biker with the long pony tail, was tending and saw Buck immediately when he arrived.  Told Ralph, the proprietor, who was seated at the bar nursing a brew.  Ralph looked over his shoulder, saw Buck and motioned him over. 

Was highly unusual for Ralph to be at this place, unless he was working.  He generally left the labor to Axe and Buck, his employees.  Didn't hang out there, neither.  At least, not much.  Ralph worked most days part-timing at the steel mill.  Used to be a forty-plus hour laborer but cut back after he bought the bar off of old man Crawford some years back.  Wasn't exactly making him rich but it did a decent business.  Although a year older he and Buck had come up together.  Like most others they were born and raised in this industrial town.

Ralph Hilliard was a husky guy.  Hell, most of them steel workers were.  He had a somewhat weathered, although not unattractive face, highlighted by a well-groomed mustache and goatee.  Straight, nearly black, hair was parted at one side and lightly greased back from his face to the nape of his stocky red neck.  He boasted big squared shoulders, padded chest and thickset waist with a slight solid manly gut.  Ralph had some Native American in his heritage.  Cherokee, from his father's side.  It showed in his dark, piercing eyes and sharp facial bone structure.  His once-beautiful mother hailed from Croatian immigrants.  When they were high school hell-raising teens Ralph and Georgie, his twin brother, had all the girls swooning.  Between the both of them they'd fucked their way through nearly the entire graduating class.  Sometimes together.  The boys weren't identical, but close enough to satisfy the fetish of some nubile nymphs.

Ralph never married.  Most agreed that Ralph was the smartest of all them.  He had a son by Maria Lopez, the easiest piece of Puerto Rican pussy to be found on the other side of town.  Who was to say the kid was his or Georgie's?  They'd both been fucking her around the same time.  Cunt had gotten married twice since.  Like they say, there's a fool born every minute.  Back then Maria was a pretty little thing.  Big mouth, but pretty.  Since then she had filled out.  And not in a good way.  Ralph didn't shirk on child support, even though he suspected Maria spent most of it on herself.  Soon the boy would be eighteen, out of high school and no longer his financial responsibility.  Rafael was a good looking boy but a wild one, like his mother.  Always getting into trouble.  It was almost an understatement to say that father and son did not have the best of relationships.  In seventeen years they'd seen each other maybe double that amount of times.

"Take a seat," Ralph motioned to the vacancy on his left as Buck came up alongside him at the bar.  "Axe, give Buck a drink."  As the bartender set up Buck's one and only, Johnnie Walker on the rocks, he commented, "Not used to seein' you here when you're not working."

"Could say the same of you," Buck countered.  "Anything special bringin' you out tonight, Ralphie boy?"

Ralph took the last drag off his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ash tray.  He allowed himself three a day after weaning down years ago from his two pack habit.  His father, a heavy smoker, died just months before from lung cancer.  Leaning back on the stool and stretching he replied, "A man needs to keep an eye on his business every now and then."

"Never bothered you before."  Buck toyed with the glass Axel had set down in front of him.  Axe moved just out of earshot of the two but Buck was quick to notice he was keeping a watchful eye on them.  "What's the matter, Ralph?  You think we're givin' the place away?"

Ralph grinned sardonically.  "We go way back, you and me.  If we can't trust each other, who can we trust?"

Buck snorted and took a sip of the whisky.  Strange that not once had they made eye contact, instead talking to each other's reflection in the mirrored wall directly across the way.  "You've got me there, Ralph," he ventured.  "Through all the shit we've been through, I trusted you had my back.  Trusted you enough to have you as my best man."  Raising his voice he swiveled the chair around to address the crowd.  "Didja all know Ralphie was best man at my wedding?  Yup, I sure did trust Ralph.  And then I caught him in the limo fuckin' my new bride."

There were some snickers and outright guffaws from the regular patrons.  Ralph grinned widely, reached for another cigarette, caught himself and pulled back.  Tapping his fingers on the nicked bar top he countered, "Seems to me you weren't all that upset about it.  Crawled right on in that limo and made it a three way."

Buck laughed, maybe a bit too loud, and slapped his thigh.  "Them sure were the days, weren't they?"  Taking a big swallow from his glass he looked Ralphie over, whistled and leaned back in his seat.  "Check you out, all duded up.  Button down shirt, dress slacks, the good shoes."  He leaned in and took a sniff of one side of Ralph's neck, causing the other man to jerk back uncomfortably.  "Even wearin' the expensive stuff.  Not that Old Spice shit you usually splash on. You got a hot date tonight, Ralphie?"

Ralph smiled sarcastically.  "It's you that always used those dime store after shaves, Buck."

Buck snickered amusedly, his head bobbing up and down with short, quick movements.  There was an awkward silence between them for a few moments.  Without taking his eyes from his old buddy he motioned for a refill.  "He's not coming over," he told the other man evenly.

For brief seconds Ralph froze, quickly regrouped and looked ahead into the mirror.  "Who's that, Buck?"

Buck leaned in and whispered hotly into his ear, "My son.  Marc.  The seventeen year old you've been fucking."

Ralph was slick.  Buck had to give him that.  He just smiled amusedly and, with dark eyes twinkling, met Buck's stare straight on.  Axel returned with Buck's refill and immediately sensed a shift in the mood.  He looked from one to the other, preparing himself for trouble.  Without looking away from Buck, Ralph calmly told him, "Axe, Buck thinks I've been fucking his boy."

For some time Axel had been prepared for this moment.  Odds were good that it had to happen eventually.  Leaning forward over the bar on his heavily tattooed arms, Axel spoke in a hushed tone, "We've all been dicking that kid, Buck.  For quite a while now."

Buck looked sideways at the long-haired, bearded aging biker.  "You too?"

Axel's eyes roved over the clientele, most of them nervously watching the exchange, certain they knew what was transpiring and waiting for the fall out.  "Prob'ly everyone in this bar right now has gotten a piece of Marc's ass."  Nodding to the rest room, "Usually right back in there." 

Buck recalled the evening he followed Marc to the bar.  But when he stepped in the boy was nowhere in sight.  And others were carefully guarding the entrance.  Allowing Axel's words to sink in he allowed his eyes to wander over the bar crowd.  Mostly middle aged, some younger, some older, they represented both the neighborhood and the industrial plants which kept the town alive. Dickie Amalfatano was flexing his muscles in a stained wife beater, the dart game he'd been engrossed in with a few of his buddies temporarily on hold.  Some late twenties toughs from the packing plant were around the one pinball machine.  Bobby Bonerz was whispering something to a guy Buck had never seen before, probably identifying him as the father of the town slut.  Grandfatherly Hank Rochester, who by rights should long ago have been tucked in bed for the night, sat at one of the two tables with widower Clyde Clemmons, who was only maybe ten years shy of Hank's age.  Sammy Hodges, father of Marc's friend Bryan, a lifer at the canning factory was on a stool at the other end of the bar next to black Eugene Taylor, a paper mill worker.

Every one of them had fucked his son.

He should have been enraged.  But he wasn't.  Instead some perverse thrill had overtaken his better senses since the time of Marc's detailed confession.  It wasn't as if Marc had been forced by any of them.  It was Marc's conscious decision.  As he had been quick to point out he was of legal age to consent to pleasures of the flesh with whomever he wished.  Maybe it was better they were mostly guys Buck knew rather than total strangers.  And, after having fucked the boy himself, who was he to condemn?

Just then the door was thrown open and another familiar face rushed into the place.  Georgie Hilliard stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Buck seated at the bar next to his brother and read the expressions of the others.  Georgie was more of a dandy than his twin brother.  They were not identical, but close enough in most respects to be instantly pegged as siblings.  Whereas Ralph was a hand's on blue-collar laborer, Georgie had a desk job in management.  Georgie more closely resembled their Croatian mother.  He was always impeccably dressed and well groomed.  While married for close to fifteen to a local girl who ran a successful boutique in town Georgie was hopelessly bisexual.

Buck clapped his hands and with a sweep of his strong arm motioned Georgie over.  "Here he is!  Finally!  Been expecting you, Georgie!  Axel, pour Georgie that frou-frou drink he likes.  On me."

Warily stepping over George told Axel, "I'll have a Dewar's and soda.  How've you been Buck?  Long time, no see.  You're looking good."

"So are you, Georgie," Buck replied jovially.  "You always do.  Your brother here, on the other hand, usually looks like a bum.  But check him out tonight.  All duded up for a hot time."

A look passed between brothers. 

"You say you were----expecting me?"  Georgie ventured, taking a sip of the Scotch.

"Come on now, Georgie." Buck was feeling his second drink.  "The fuckin' jig is up, as it were.  No more sneaking around."

"Buck knows about Marc," Ralph told him.  "Everything about Marc."

Georgie's look of alarm amused Buck.  He almost looked like he was ready to shit himself.  "No worries, Georgie," he assured him.  But his voice was loud.  He wanted all to hear what he had to say.  "Last night Marc and me had a nice, long father/son talk.  About the facts of life, you might say.  Didn't tell me everything.  But he told me enough.  Like how you and your mangy brother here made plans to tag team him in the john tonight."

"Listen, Buck, I---," Georgie stammered.  Buck rather enjoyed his discomfort.  When he raised a big hand to halt him he could swear he saw Georgie flinch.

"It's all good," Buck reassured them.  He was certain the entire place expected him to go berserk at any given moment and start kicking ass.  Under other circumstances, he would have.  Rising from his seat he moved about to address his entire audience.  "Look, I get why all of you want to get with my boy.  I get why you keep goin'  back for more.  It's that fuckin' good.  And he's a good boy, smart, athletic, cute as all hell.  Best piece of ass any of you slobs will prob'ly ever have.  I'll be fucked if I've ever had one finer."

Mouths dropped.  Eyes shot wide.  There was a husky hush throughout the place.

"Y-you fucked Marc?" Ralph asked incredulously as he sat erect on his stool.

"HOT FUCKIN' DAMN!" Axel hooted as he slammed hands down on the bar top. 

"SHEE-IT!" Amalfatano exclaimed, grabbing his own crotch and squeezing.

The younger, late-twenties factory workers at the pinball grinned and fist bumped. 

"FUUUUUUUUUCK!  I'd pay to see that," Bobby Bonerz gushed.

"Funny you say that," Buck went on as he took a seat back at the bar, this time facing the room.  "Marc and me was talkin' about that after I fucked his brains out for the third," pausing to scratch his head, "or was it the fourth time?  Dunno know.  Lost count."

"HO-LY FUCKIN' SHIT!" Sam Hodges declared.  Sammy was a fork lift operator at the paper mill, a NASCAR fanatic and father to Marc's friend, Bryan.  In his late thirties like Buck, Ralph and Georgie, Sammy was thick and squat with the prerequisite beer belly.  A racing cap always sat atop his medium length, unkempt straw-like hair, a match to the overgrown beard on his somewhat chubby face.  Sammy was a jovial, good-time guy who harbored a secret inclination toward black pussy, something relatively unheard of in a town that clung to bigoted standards.  His long-standing friendship with Gene Taylor had often caused him to take a ribbing down through the years.  None of them needed to know about those evenings he and Gene took a trip to the city catting around for poontang.  While Sammy scored black, Gene favored Asian.  Both, however, agreed that the ultimate cocksucking bottom was Buck's son, Marc.  They'd both had him.  Several times.  Singly and together.  Caused both of them to secretly wonder if their own son's butt hole's would be nearly as satisfying.

"Been after my boy to get himself a summer job," Buck continued on, surprised at how easily he was able to talk of these surreptitious things in front of all them.  "We just found him one.  All you horny motherfuckers been gettin' prime pussy for free.  I don't even wanna know for how long.  Well, boys, freebies are over."

Amid groans of protest Ralph spoke up.  With that seemingly ever-present smug smile on his goateed mug he said, rather than asked, "You pimping out your son, Buck."

Buck looked over to him and snorted.  "Fuck no.  That'd be illegal.  But you all, every fuckin' one of you, are gonna start showin' your, um, appreciation for my boy's talent."

Still grinning, Ralph made a show of pulling out his wallet and rummaged through it.  "Sure, Buck.  I don't mind tippin' that little cock whore.  Think I've got a fin in here."

Buck gave him a cold stare.  "He ain't gonna accept anything less than, say, twenty-five."

"Twenty-fuckin'-five!" Bonerz exclaimed.  "Goddamn, Buck.  That pussy's worth five times that!"

"It's the special introductory rate," Buck replied flatly.  "Only 'cos you're all such good friends of ours."  Sarcasm was heavy in his voice. 

"Ain't you got a senior citizen's discount?" old Hank Rochester chiped in to hoots from the others. "I'm usually good for twice t'week.  Gonna cut into my damned social security."

"Yeah, Buck."  It was Tommy Dunlap, Joey's dad.  Buck knew for a fact he'd fucked Greta before and after wedding vows were spoken.  "Maybe you can run a happy hour special."

The others seemed to enjoy that idea, as well.  They were all clicking glasses, slapping high fives and rather enjoying themselves. 

"Fuck, whyn't just lay him out on the table over there, put a collection plate next to him and let us fuck his pussy whenever we get the itch?"  That came from Nanook.  Nobody knew his real name.  He wasn't from the neighborhood.  Big guy, practically a giant.  Worked at one of the factories.  Muscular, hairy and somewhat scary.  The thought of him atop smooth-skinned Marc caused Buck to shudder.

"Wouldn't even need to use the fuckin' john," Dom Marino, another Wop and Dickie's bestie, piped in.  "Jes yank back his fuckin' head and let it go.  Little sumbitch drinks piss like its Kool Aid."

Dickie slapped an arm across Dom's broad shoulders and poked him in a bicep with this other.  "I can go one better, bro.  After I shot my load I had to piss so fuckin' bad that, fuck it, I just did it in his pussy.  Was wild, man!  No bitch woulda ever let me do that but Marc, man, that kid loves it all!"

"Wha?  You think I ain't already done that?" Dom retorted. 

If he hadn't already become privy to his son's other proclivities Buck might have been shocked, even insulted, by the way these burly men were talking about Marc.  Instead, he had a raging hard on just hearing about some of his boy's kinkier encounters.  Marc, that innocent-looking high school basketball star, his son, was secretly a sleazy teen whore.

Ralph's hand was on his shoulder, squeezing.  "Don't take it personal, Buck.  Kids will be kids."

Buck shrugged him off, clenched his jaw, faced him and spoke, "He's waiting.  For you and Georgie.  Up in his room.  You got three-quarters of an hour.  Between the two of you don't think of leavin' him anything less than fifty."

Ralph's eyes searched his face uncertainly, finally nodded and quietly said, "Okay, Buck."  He got up, motioned to Georgie and they headed for the door.  Once they were gone all went back to their former activities.  The show was over.  Buck signaled to Axel for another drink.  While the middle-aged bearded biker poured Buck casually told him, "If you want, when they're done, I'll keep an eye on things here an' you can go on over to the house." 

Axel's eyes peered at him uncertainly, then he cracked a smile and replied, "I might just do that, Buck."

Snatching up his drink Buck strolled over to the dart board, where Dickie and Dom were teamed up against Nanook.  "Teams look a little uneven, boys.  Want a partner, 'Nook?"

The Hilliard brothers mounted the old brick stairs and entered the house of Hauser without even a customary knock.  At midpoint the hinge squeaked, announcing their arrival.  They stepped in, Ralph leading the way.  He looked down the long hallway to the back kitchen area while Georgie poked his head into the combination living/dining room area. 

"What a fuckin' dump," Georgie remarked disgustedly.

"Same as your place," Ralph reminded him.  They had come up in a similar home.  When Pops retired to Florida with Susie Harrington, the chippy waitress at the corner diner, he'd deeded the place to his sons.  Ralph had no need for the old homestead so he had sold his share to Georgie and bought himself a condo on the other side of the highway dividing the town. 

"Yeah, but I did improvements to the fuckin' house," Georgie reminded him.  "Looks like Buck hasn't done shit.  Gracie, she wouldn't put up with all this clutter.  What is he?  A hoarder?"

Ralph shrugged his shoulders and looked to the top of the staircase where a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling illuminated the landing.  Placing a hand on the railing and lifting a foot onto the bottom step he glanced sideways at his always impeccably groomed brother, who gave him an animated nod.  A man on a mission, Ralph trod up the stairs with Georgie following closely at his heels.  At the top of the creaky, worn staircase were three doors.  From the similar layout of their houses Ralph knew the door directly in front of him led to the attic, which ran the full length of the place.  The remaining doorways led to the bedrooms.  The furthest down the hall was darkened, the closest partway ajar with a light shining from within.  It was fairly easy to deduce which was Marc's.

"Didn't think I'd be fuckin' the kid in his own bed," Georgie gushed excitedly from over his shoulder.

"We," Ralph reminded him.  "We are gonna be fuckin' the slut." 

"Yeah,  yeah," Georgie agreed enthusiastically.  "I'll even let you at him first, bro."

"Thanks, Georgie," Ralph wryly replied.  Georgie's sudden benevolence had more to do with getting his dick into a place where his older brother's had been.  Since they were old enough to know what to do with their cocks Georgie had been trying to get at his.

Placing a hand on the door Ralph pushed it fully open.  His breath caught at the sight which befell him.  Sprawled across the bed on his belly facing them was Buck's wholesome, good-looking son.  But for the ball cap over his luscious hair and the team basketball jersey covering his upper body he was otherwise nude.  The yellow shirt rode down to the small of his back, allowing the firm round mounds of his ass to be on full display.  Ralph immediately felt a tingle in his crotch.  Marc was propped on his elbows, toying with his iPhone as if he didn't know they were there.  With all the creaks and groans of the old house that was inconceivable.  When Ralph purposely cleared his throat Marc looked up with those gorgeous green eyes and there was a hint of a smile playing about his lips.

"Beginning to think you fuckers weren't coming," he teased.  He wriggled a bit on the bed, causing his youthfully smooth butt cheeks to flex. 

"Awww, FUUUUCKKK!" Georgie enthused, breaking out from behind his brother and rushing toward their prey.  He dove on the bed, wedged himself between the spread of Marc's smooth thighs and ran his hands over the boy's supple buttocks.  Marc responded by drawing his knees in so that his desirable ass was propped up for Georgie's pleasure.  Georgie licked all over the curved surface of Marc's boy butt as he parted the athlete's cheeks with his thumbs. Soon his tongue was dragging its way through Marc's practically hairless crack and teasing the bud with its tip. 

Ralph shook his head wearing a wondrous smirk  as he observed his twin feasting on Marc's ass.  Fuckin' Georgie ate boy cunt more voraciously than he did pussy.  His mouth was all over the boy's asshole and making obscene wet sounds as he pushed his tongue deep inside.  Georgie's hands, one sporting an expensive gold ring and the other bearing his wedding band, savagely kneaded Marc's firm young ass cheeks while he ate to his heart's content.  While Ralph enjoyed pussy munching as much as the next guy he had never before considering putting his lips to Marc's shitter, but Georgie certainly made it look appealing.  His well-manicured brother looked like a pig at the trough, alternating between rubbing his nose and forehead through the crack, slathering his tongue along the sides, chewing on Marc's ass lips and hungrily digging into the boy hole.

Ralph was boned up.  He didn't really give half a shit about Buck's time restraint but was anxious to join in.  Unzipping his fly, he dropped trou and moved onto the bed on his knees in front of Marc.  Marc looked up from the throbbing cock before him to Ralph's ruggedly handsome face above, then back to his manhood.  Grabbing hold of the man's hairy ball bag he pulled him forward and enveloped the tasty beef in his warm, wet mouth. 

Damn, that boy could suck!  Better than any whore Ralph had ever had.  His mouth was stretched over the fat, flared ridge of Ralph's cock head and nursing it while his tongue lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves gathered just below the tasty mushroom.  After having sucked Ralph off for well over a year Marc knew every millimeter of the man-sized dick.  And exactly how Ralph liked it.  Start off nice and slow, work the head, take a little more into the mouth, then a little more and then gobble straight down to the hairy root.  Every time the kid did that to him it caused Ralph to groan and throw his head back.  Felt fantastic to be thoroughly engulfed in the boy's mouth and throat. 

With nearly eight healthy inches flexing and straining in the tepid wetness of Marc's gullet Ralph flipped the teen's ball cap so the bill was in the rear.  Using both hands he took him by the back of the head and began skillfully skull fucking.  Leisurely he fed his dick to Marc, driving it down the back of the boy's talented throat each time.  All the while Marc was looking up at him through smoky, sensual eyes.  His lips and tongue worked all around the thick muscle as it squelched in and out of his mouth.  Ralph's hips sawed back and forth with mounting vigor, slapping his heavy balls against the teen's chin and burying his cute nose into the thicket of his pubes each time.  Marc took it all effortlessly, unlike his mother years back.  Greta the whore could only manage half of Ralph's randy meat before gagging.  Marc, on the other hand, seemed quite content with what Ralph had to give.

Georgie gobbled in horny delight between the split of Marc's creamy buns.  His tongue lashed through the flexing target, moaning as he drove into the warm, succulent hole.  Marc jutted his ass back against Georgie's smooth shaven face in appreciation.  Of the many that’d eaten him out Georgie was the most enthusiastic.  Often were the times he'd spotted Georgie in the stands at one of the high school b-ball games and knew enough to skip shower afterward.  If his father was at the match he'd beg off a ride home.  While Buck thought he was with his teammates Marc was in the back seat of Georgie's Lexus.  Georgie positively whimpered with pleasure as he reveled in the musky depths of Marc's sweaty athlete’s ass.

Georgie's tongue slithered out of Marc's hot, wet hole, slurped over his compact nut sac and swiped down the length of his teen prick.  Taking it in hand he pulled the stiff meat back between Marc's spread thighs and lapped at it more voraciously.  Georgie began licking the boy from cock head to asshole with long, slovenly swipes.  At bottom he took the cock head into his mouth and sucked a bit; at top he borrowed into the grasping knot hole and feasted.  His free hand slid over the smooth surface of Marc's back, causing the team jersey to ride up to the boy's shoulders.  He adored the lean, youthful feel of Marc's smooth athletic body.  After what they'd just learned at the bar Georgie couldn't help but envy old Buck, having such a hot piece of trade under his roof day and night. 

With Marc's hole drenched with saliva Georgie sat back on his haunches and looked up at his twin.  Fuck if Ralph wasn't a hot looking man, all bearded and brawny!  His brother was really pumping Marc's face, grimacing each time he shoved his big beautiful brother cock down his throat.  What Georgie wouldn't do to be on the receiving end of that!

"Got him all wet and ready for you, brother," Georgie announced. 

"Gee, thanks, Georgie," Ralph snickered, knowing full well how it would turn Georgie on to know it was his spit wrapping around his brother's cock as he sunk into the boy.  Pulling free of Marc's greedy mouth he came around behind him.  Georgie was mere inches away, his eyes hungrily feasting on his brother's man-sized meat as he peeled off his clothes.  Normally so fastidious, in the heat of passion Georgie paid no heed to potentially wrinkled garments as he tossed his threads to the floor and bared his gym-trained body.  Stroking his cock, the only place where the twins were identical, Georgie observed through widely opened eyes as Ralph took Marc by the limbs and flipped him over onto his back.  Marc hurriedly lifted his legs and offered up his ass for the fucking.

Ralph crawled into place with Georgie coming up alongside them for a better vantage point.  Marc's pussy was a tempting thing, pink, soft and twitching with anticipation.  His impressive teen cock lay hard against his taut belly, pulsing with each excited beat of his heart.  Ralph's big meat throbbed as it hovered over the tantalizing target.  Thick veins swelled to the surface and the entire thing took on a purple hue.  A surge of pre-cum boiled from the piss-eye and lazily trickled down to land smack dab on Marc's boy pucker.  Georgie smacked his lips, desperately wanting to wedge his way in there and lap up the tasty offering. 

As Marc lay there licking his lips, breathing heavily and staring longingly at the man Ralph fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.  Ridding himself of the garment he then hastily pulled the wife beater up and over his head.  Like Marc's father, Ralph had a real man's body, a steel worker's physique with just the right amount of fur highlighting his pecs and a slight, sexy gut, the opposite of Georgie, who was smoothly waxed from shoulders to toe and sported tight, defined abs. 

Taking hold of himself Ralph dropped a gob of spit on the bloated head of his dick and pressed it down to Marc's twitching ass ring.  The hole was primed and ready for cock, thanks to Georgie's tongue bath, and Ralph easily popped inside.  Marc's lush ass lips enveloped Ralph's manly piece and slutishly caressed it.  Ralph was instantly aware of the warm, wet humidity which sheathed his sensitive dome, tempting him to sink his entire shaft into its captivating clutch.  Slowly but steadily he pushed more and more of himself into the throbbing hole, fighting the urge to sigh as the satiny walls deliciously brushed along his torpedo.  With eight inches of part-Cherokee cock buried to the stem in the white boy, and his bristly bush nestled up against Marc's t’aint Ralph couldn't help but throw back his head and shudder.  The teen's insides were simultaneously tightening and spasming around his buried shaft while his puffy ass lips were maddeningly eating the hairy base.

Ralph had himself a lot of pussy in his day.  Some good, some not so great.  Very few fantastic.  The cunt on this boy Marc was definitely upper echelon.  Nothing Ralph had ever had could compare.  The frisky teen was even better than his mother, by far.  At seventeen the young athlete knew just how to work his pussy around a man's cock and bring the ultimate in pleasure to them both.  It was little wonder Buck had taken to pimping him off, now that he knew what a potential gold mine he had under his roof.  Nearly half the men on this side of the tracks knew the rapturous gratification of Marc's randy hole but if word got out, discreetly of course, the Hauser's could be set for life.

"Fuck him, Ralphie!  Fuck that boy pussy hard!"  It was Georgie, his eyes bright as a kid's at Christmas and focused on the point of contact while he stroked his hardon.  Ralph couldn't help but notice that his brother's groin was bald.  Fuckin' Georgie, always the peacock!

After allowing Marc's prime cunt to nurse on his hard shaft a bit longer Ralph pulled nearly out of the sinful, grasping hole.  Georgie's eyes grew ever wider and he smacked his drooling lips as he gaped at his brother's throbbing prick, glistening with Marc's ass juices.  Ralph quickly drove his eight inches back in and commenced with a full length gut fuck. 

"Fuck, yeah, Mr. Hilliard!" the kid gushed. "Fuck my jock hole!"

"You can call me Ralph," the older man commanded through clenched teeth.  His big dick was roughly punching into Marc's boy pussy, his hairy balls tickling his smooth hinds.  He'd had the boy enough times to know they both liked it unrestrained and brutish.  As he held the cute teen by his raised haunches Ralph was taking deep pounding strokes, each one eliciting a grunt from young Marc.  The basketball jock's boy dick pulsed with every hard thrust, causing clear liquid to dribble from his piss hole.  He clenched the muscles in his ass around the hard, manly cock to create an even tighter fit for Ralph, who growled his appreciation as he bore straight through and fucked Marc for all his worth.

"You like my big dick, don't you boy?" Ralph breathed huskily as his hawk-like eyes focused on the sexy teen.

"Shit, yeah, Mr. Hil---Ralph!"  Marc gushed.  "You and Buck, you're both hot studs!"

"Uh Uh," Ralph shook his head with a sparkle in his eyes, a quick wink and a teasing grin across his goateed face.  "I'm better."

True enough, Ralph was a total man.  Just the type Marc favored.  A rough and raw blue-collar, hard-bodied and hairy working man.  There was no shortage of them in this industrial town.  Most had worked in the factories and mills for the better part of their lives.  It truly was a pussy boy's heaven.

Plowing Marc so earnestly Ralph barely paid notice to his twin brother.  From the corner of his eye he had seen Georgie shift from his position next to them, felt the heaving of the bed as he scrambled about but paid little attention to it until he felt a wet tongue against his pistoning shaft. Glancing over a broad shoulder he saw his cock hungry brother lying on his back, hard on pointed to the ceiling with this head wedged between the juncture of Ralph's legs.  Georgie was voraciously licking Marc's spread cunt lips and the dick slamming in and out of them.  He thought to object but, what the fuck, it felt pretty damned good.  Let Georgie have his fun.

Georgie wrapped both hands around his prick and frantically pumped it as he hungrily worshiped the big, handsome dick thrusting in and out of Marc's gripping asshole.  He laid his tongue directly on the fat vein running up the underside and let it glide over his licker as it roughly punched home.  When it was buried deep he lapped all around the union of cock and asshole, tasting the heady fuck juices and making Marc's pulsing ass lips extra slick.  All these years he'd wanted his brother's dick and opportunity was now at hand.  He licked Marc's puffy ass lips while Ralph fucked, even managed to glide inside by riding his brother's cock and then quick flicked at the hairy, buried base.  Much as his macho brother wouldn't admit it, Ralph was a going to love him for that! 

Since his twin wasn't putting up any fight Georgie became more adventurous, moving his tongue upward until he was licking the hairy flesh of Ralph's sweaty balls.  He sucked one ripe, swinging nut into his mouth and then the other to t-bag the whole succulent package.  He worked his brother's nuts with his lips and tongue, lovingly massaging them while Ralph continued to thrust into Marc.

Thoroughly consumed by lustful excitement Georgie pivoted around so he was on his belly behind Ralph.  He was totally in awe of his brother's full, hairy ass flexing and dimpling as he fiercely fucked the boy.  The hairy cheeks opened before his lecherous eyes on each out-stroke, giving Georgie a peek at the puckered hole.  Smacking his lips Georgie told hold of the butt cheeks, spread them wide and dove in face first. 

"What the fuck you think you're doin', Georgie?" Ralph demanded from over his shoulder.  Whatever response Georgie gave was garbled and unintelligible.  Georgie slovenly lapped all around the target area, licking wetly at his brother's brown eye.  He took long swipes up and down the musky channel, tasting the manliness of his twin.  It was tough going with Ralph shoving to and fro but Georgie kept himself attached to the flavorful ass.  He lapped, chewed and sucked before breaking through the sticky target. 

Ralph paused, tensed and groaned when he felt Georgie breach his hole.  Marc couldn't see exactly what was going on but had a fairly good idea.  He'd had his perky ass eaten enough times to know the feeling.  Ralph was a stud on fire!  Marc ran his hands up over Ralph's hairy chest, grasped his erect nipples and twisted them, causing even more of a reaction from the bigger man.  With a low growl Ralph resumed fucking, soaring his manhood through the boy's nether regions with renewed vigor.  Somehow Georgie's tongue remained lodged in his ass, although the fairer brother thought one brutal flex might rip it clear off.  Marc met Ralph head on, using everything his boy butt had to manipulate that fabulous cock from within.  His own dick was throbbing maddeningly and leaking a pool of clear juice across his torso.  Damn, if Ralph didn't know how to throw a hot fuck!

Ralphie's ass was certainly a great meal, but Georgie was anxious to get back to the cock.  Once more he flipped onto his back, crawled under and latched his mouth onto the point of contact.  He wasn't at it long before Ralph threw him a bone.  Pulling free from Marc's pulsing pussy he directed it to his brother's wide open mouth and shoved it inside.  Georgie moaned excitedly as his face was pumped by Ralph's big dick.  It didn't last long, was something of a tease.  Ralph quickly stuffed himself back into Marc and fucked the boy even more feverishly.  Georgie waited with his panting mouth open, almost jealous of Marc, before Ralph rewarded him again by plunging his meat straight down his throat, fucking his tonsils.  Back and forth he went, from asshole to mouth until he reached the inevitable point of no return. 

Ralph felt it coming, that mounting rumble in his tightening balls which always preceded a highly charged climax.  Every muscle in his manly body had become knotted tight and he was trembling.  Blood coursed through his veins in a fevered pitch and he could feel his heart pounding maddeningly in his chest.  Panting thickly and grinding his teeth he threw back his head and, with a ragged holler, blew his load deep in Marc's convulsing hole.  His big body bucked with ecstasy as massive jets of cum tore from his fuck tube and drenched Marc's insides. There was no bitch could make him cum the way Buck's son did.  Even now the kid's insides were gripping his big cock and squeezing out each spurt.  Ralph came so much it was already gurgling out of the kid's stuffed asshole.  Below, Georgie eagerly lapped up the warm discharge, leaving nothing to waste.

Drained, Ralph pulled out and fell onto his back alongside the teen dream as he attempted to catch his breath after such an extensive exertion.  Georgie quickly fell into place plastering his lips around Marc's pouting ring and sucking his brother's cum out of the tender boyhole.  His tongue dug into the pink and speared inside seeking each remnant.  Ralph was powerless to even comment on Georgie's piggish actions.

And then Georgie was slipping into the driver's seat, mounting Marc and thrusting his cock into the boy's ultra-wet pussy.  To Marc it felt as though Ralph's big beauty had never abandoned him, they were so identical in size, shape and width.  Georgie was all excitement, almost like a teenage boy getting his first piece.  He pounded Marc with quick and short rabbit-fuck strokes, panting and grunting as he plundered.  In short time he was gnashing his teeth, gasping, tensing and crying out as his jism exploded into Marc's already flooded rear.  Falling atop the boy his mouth sought out Marc's.  Marc parted his lips for Georgie, who plunged his tongue into the boy's warm cavern and kissed him hungrily while Ralph watched his brother's depravity with amazement.

Georgie's lips trailed down Marc's throat and over his chest to suck on one hardened nipple, then the other.  He licked a trail down the teen's trim torso until encountering the rigid cock, which he swiftly sucked into his mouth.  Giving it some hot slobbering suction he soon had Marc's youthful frame writhing.  Overdue for release Marc shot into Georgie's working mouth, his ass rising from the bed and crashing down from the force of his ejaculations.  Georgie rode him through the orgasm with his lips locked around the base of the teen cock, furiously sucking and swallowing until he'd devoured the last drop.

The deliberate clearing of a throat drew their attention to the doorway where tattooed biker bartender Axel was hauling a large, uncut piece of man meat from his unzipped jeans.  The nasty thing looked like the snout of an anteater with what appeared to be inches of folded skin. 

"Buck says time's up, fellas," he announced in his deep, gravelly voice.  "It's my shift now."