War Story Chapter 3 Authoritarian/Military by PhinnyGene
I want to thank everyone for all the e-mails -- I am really glad people are enjoying the story. I apologize for the fact that it takes me so long to update this series. I am unbelievably busy, and it also takes me a long time to write because I'm such a perfectionist. But please -- keep the e-mails coming! I love to hear from my readers! Let me know what you want to see in the future, and feel free to ask any questions, give comments, etc. Again, there are some straight aspects to this story to help advance the plot, but I tried to tone it down! PhinnyGene@aol.com
After Pvt. Mead left camp, Tony's days passed as slowly as fresh cum oozing out a well-fucked asshole. His oft-daily ball-drainings in Tommy's bottomless chute were now a thing of the past. Tony simply had to suffice with shooting his sperm every few days into a lucky nurse or barmaid or poor German girl or whatever young woman he happened to meet. However, an early morning telegram all but ended the monotonous haze of Tony's final month in Germany: It seemed Tony's big brothers Gino and Frankie had ended their service and were waiting to meet him in Berlin!
As expected, the meeting between Tony and his hunky brothers was larger than life -- just like the schlongs the three brothers were blessed with! The sex-crazed boys stormed a German whorehouse, fucked each and every whore in the place, and left without paying a cent -- still in search of more pussy to satisfy their hunger! Their days and nights were a blur, filled with shooting semen, masculine grunts, and sweat soaked orgies. When they finally calmed down, the brothers headed out to -- where else -- the pub! Pint after pint of warm German beer traveled straight to their fat ballsacks, the secret ingredient to refill them back to the brim with robust Zanetti cum! As the tipsy brothers laughed and hollered at their table, they shared stories and memories of their crazy, exhilarating lives. Gino bragged enthusiastically about a letter he recently received from his wife that announced his young son's first steps. The brothers drank a round to this wonderful news, and laughed enthusiastically when Frankie added,
"Shit, Gino -- that's just the son you KNOW about -- no tellin' how many bitches you've knocked up over the years!"
Ha ha! Well... if I had a nickel for every slut that tried to pin their kids on me... shit! I just tell `em to try an' prove it!"
"Amen to that!" Tony and Frankie vehemently agreed.
"Well, maybe when they grow up with 11 inch fucksticks, then they could prove it! HA HA HA!" Gino shouted ebulliently with a rub to his crotch.
It was then that Gino noticed a Russian soldier sheepishly eying the big Italian siblings.
"Hey you guys -- check out that Russian guy over there by the bar. I can tell that look anywhere. That's the look of a cock hungry, pussy assed fag. Just look at that Russkie. I'll bet he doesn't speak a licka English, but he still finds a way ta get plenty'a Yank cock. I know I'd sure give it to `em"
"Wha-what are you sayin' Gino? You mean you...?" Tony stammered.
"Haha, that's right, little bro, but lemme let you in on a little secret. There's just something about us Zanetti boys that attracts slutty cocksucking fags. Believe me, there was a time I was just like you, I wouldn't be caught dead with a faggot. But damn... you remember that Swedish guy we used to do construction for a few years back? Well, one time, he invites me in for a few drinks. Next thing I knew, the bastard's lickin' out my ass and worshipping my hog like it's a god. I couldn't believe it! Those faggots do some kinky shit, and damn if it don't feel amazin.' And get this -- a few weeks later, I find out the guy's 14-year-old son is a fag! By the end of the summer I got them both workin' on my cock, even layin' `em side by side and deep dickin' their tight asses! It was some perverted shit, but damn if it didn't get me shootin' ropes."
Tony's mouth gaped open as his brother chuckled and took a swig of his beer. He looked over at Frankie, who was also grinning broadly.
"You mean, you too?"
"Shit, Tony! Me and Gino's got a little team thing goin'! I got to know those Swedish asses pretty well myself. And that wasn't the last time your brother and I worked together. Fags go ape-shit when they realize they're gettin' two horse-cocked wops for the price a' one! Ha ha ha!"
"I hope we're not scarin' ya, li'l' bro. We knew you loved pussy so much, we were worried you'd freak if you knew what we were up to. It's just, if you knew what it felt like, you wouldn't blame us!" Gino added.
"Shit -- does Dominic know about this!?" Tony questioned, a hint of lust now noticeable in his voice.
"Ha ha ha! Shit yeah, Tony!" Frankie laughed, "Dominic's worse than us! You gotta hear about some of the shit he's done... Like, well, you know Dom is teachin' at the high school now, right? Well, one time, he comes outside after school's over, and finds this little freshman kid sittin' in the hall cryin' his eyes out. So Dom asks him what's the matter. Kid says that all the upperclass guys have been raggin' on him and callin' him queer. You know, he's one a' those little runty kids. Short, skinny little blonde kid with a cute lil' bubble butt. Well, Dom's no idiot. He tells the kid to come `talk' with him in his classroom. In less than fifteen minutes, both Dominic and the kid are buck naked on top of the desk, Dom's dity ol' elephant dong slamming deep inside the kid's tiny, milky white ass, the kid moaning and bucking like a fuckin' whore while Dom's callin' him a pussy bitch! Ha ha!"
"You gotta be kiddin'! How do you know he was tellin' you the truth?"
"Because," Gino added enthusiastically, "Dominic brought the little fag home for all three of us to pork together! Damn if that teen boy slut's ass wasn't bottomless!"
"And let me tell ya, Dominic was right on. Little guy couldn't get enough jock cock! We turned him into a total dick pig. Was beggin' to be fucked as hard as we could! Dominic even got some of the senior football players, the ones who were makin' fun of the kid, to come over and plow the kid's ass with us. One of the hottest gangbangs I've ever been a part of. Lord knows we've had plenty of `em."
"Holy shit!" Tony mumbled as he wiped a bit of saliva from his lip, "Um... Gino...Frankie... to be honest, now that you guys have told me all this stuff... I LOVE sticking it up a guy's tight ass! I actually got a few stories myself..."
Tony proceeded to tell his brothers every lurid detail of his butt-busting screw with the German farm boys and the way he made one of his privates into his personal cock whore.. The three men got a good laugh, but damn if all the talk wasn't making them horny as hell. Between the 3 Zanetti brothers sitting at the table, almost 3 feet of huge, hard, fat Italian cock was standing at attention, shoved uncomfortably down their pant legs, straining to be released.
"Hey Frankie, how about makin' our little team a trio? What do you say the three Zanetti boys take on Ivan over there? A little "brotherly bonding" activity?"
The young Russian soldier felt a chill run down his spine as he led the three big American men through a deserted alley back to his run-down apartment. He had found the abandoned room a few weeks ago, and it proved ideal for his many rendezvous. The young comrade had grown up poor on a government-owned farm deep in the Russian countryside. In a bizarre way, the war had been an extraordinary experience for him. It was the hellish war that had brought him to Germany, but it also was the war that had introduced him to the strong, handsome American soldiers he admired and desired so passionately.
In the past months, he'd lost count of the innumerable big, horny American military cocks he'd had plunging down his throat and rutting deeply into his hungry ass. American men radiated a confidence and power that was absent in the abject poverty he'd lived in while growing up in the USSR. Men from the States laughed and smiled, they exuded an energy that was so unlike the fear and emptiness that characterized his early life. His emptiness disappeared -- literally -- when every orifice in his body was filled with the huge, healthy cocks of rugged Yankee soldiers. He found that sweaty, fragrant manmeat tasted better than the paltry fare he was raised on; and the rich, creamy ejaculate of potent men filled his belly more completely than it ever had been before the war. When the three Italian-American soldiers sat down in his sparse apartment and stripped their sweat-soaked t-shirts off, the young Russian stared at them and licked his lips. He had been fucked by hundreds of men -- some handsome, some ugly, some in groups, some alone, some strong, some thin and wiry, black, white, blonde, brunette -- but never before had he been with men as attractive and arousing as these three gorgeous men. Everything about them was perfect. They possessed dark masculine beauty; bulging muscles; carefree, cocky attitudes; big, hairy, sweaty, powerful bodies that seemed to radiate pure sexual heat. Most importantly, the young man noticed, were the gigantic tents that formed in their pants' crotches. As a slight chill caused his body to shiver, the horny Russian began doing a strip show for the men, desperately hoping the three men would be as interested in him as he was in them.
In reality, he had nothing to worry about. The Zanetti brothers were leaking profusely -- it had been a few hours since their last fuck and they were horny as hell - more than willing to stick it hard to the cute young man. The brothers estimated the man to be in his early twenties. A short, light brown buzzcut covered his scalp. His clean shaven face was thin, high cheekbones were chiseled beneathe piercing blue eyes that peered hungrily at the three men. The 6'3" Russian was taller than each of the brothers, yet he possessed an extremely trim, lanky body that weighed less than any of the three. A light dusting of brown hair covered his pale chest. And as the man lowered his pants over his tiny waist, a slim, 7 ½ -inch uncut erection popped up from his neatly-trimmed, light-brown pubic bush. This revelation surprised the brothers, as they had never heard of a guy cutting his pubes! When the young man turned around, the brothers received yet another shock that made their naughty cocks jerk and squeeze out thick dollops of prick lube. There, eagerly presented to them, was a tiny, flat ass shaved completely smooth! The boys sat and laughed heartily, whistling their approval, their hands casually rubbing against their tremendous bulges and across their wet, hairy chests. The trembling Russian leaned over and spread his asscheeks wide, pressing his finger against his little rosebud asshole. With a pleading look on his face, he looked back at the brothers and whispered,
"Da?"
"Ha ha ha! Da! da! Don't worry, Ivan, daddy's got what ya want."
And with that, the three brothers exchanged smirks and simultaneously yanked down their trousers, their enormous weapons flopping free. There, sprouting like huge tree branches from the hard-muscled, macho, hairy laps were the biggest, longest, fattest, reddest, meanest, most perfect dicks he had ever seen! And there were THREE of them! The effect on the Russian soldier was instantaneous. With his first glimpse of the three perfect, monolithic fraternal donkey dongs, his dick began ejaculating into thin air without even the slightest touch. The three guys burst into laughter.
"Ha ha! Ain't the first time a faggot's spunked just from taking a look at my big monster!" Gino declared as he spat into his big hand and brought it down to choke his veiny, flag-pole-thick prick, coating it in a sheen of sweat and saliva, making it shine in the dim light.
Wasting no time, the young Russian, dripping in his own cum, fell to his knees and crawled over to the men. He was on autopilot as he began to work on all three throbbing logs, going from one to the other, sucking one, rubbing another, licking and jacking yet another. The three fratellos laughed and stroked their dripping cocks as they watched the Russian slavishly serve their meat.
"What a fucking slut!" Frankie chuckled as he grabbed the drooling man by the throat and held him in place, rubbing his slimy, almost-tennis-ball sized head across the sweat-slickened face.
"Hey, Antonio, brother, get over here!"
Tony plodded over to the other side of the room, his heavy dong bouncing up and down, side to side, a pearl of precum falling to the floor with every cocky step. As soon as Tony was standing beside his big brother, Frankie grasped the cocksucker's head and plunged it onto Tony's 10-inch prick.
"Mm Mm! My little brother's got some tasty cock there, don't he buddy?" Tony and Frankie laughed as the young man began slurping and moaning around the pole shoved deep down his throat. He was like a kid in a candy shop, his eyes were wide, his mouth was drooling, his mind was focused on one task: pleasing big American cock.
The brothers, amidst the X-rated activity going on in the room, started a conversation about their favorite topic: baseball.
"Did you hear they got chicks playin' ball since all the guys are over here now?" Tony exclaimed as the Russian kneeled in front of him, glutting himself on the youngest brother's brawny phallus.
"Shit! I know! That ain't right! Bitches are for fuckin' and takin' care of the house. It just ain't natural." Gino replied as he casually leaned over, grabbed the Russian by the hips and shoved his spit-lubricated cock brutally into the man's exposed, unprepared little hole. Screams filled the room as the young slut struggled vainly to escape Gino's bear hug.
"Ha ha -- speaking of that -- I got a letter from Dominic a few weeks ago, and it seems that big brother and his buddy Vito actually fucked a few of those lady ballplayers. Vito's sister-in-law is on one of them teams. And, well you know how those Irish chicks are. She totally digs dago cock and invited her sister's husband and his best buddy to drill her and three of her little girlfriends." Frankie exuberantly announced as he plugged his gargantuanly thick, beet-red 10-incher into the howling Russian's throat, effectively shutting the noisy man up.
It went on like that for hours, the brothers discussed everything from house repairs they were planning on when they returned to the states to the uncomfortably hot weather of the past week. Yet through it all, they maintained their cruel, wonderful fuck of the young soldier. He was passed from man to man like an insignificant sex toy. The biggest cocks he'd ever encountered plunged mercilessly over and over into his experienced backside. The Russkie's only view was of the thick black bushes of curly manfur that surrounded the gigantic gnarled fucklogs as they raped his throat. His soft hands rubbed lovingly over the slippery, perspiration-soaked surfaces of the hard, hairy muscles covering the men's bodies. He was enthralled by them, desired them, hungry for them, couldn't live without their divine organs fucking him for the rest of his life.
The Russian soldier was outside of reality as he bounced atop Gino's girthy, 11-inch cherry breaker. The Italian man was on his back, bucking roughly up into the younger man, pinching the babbling boy's little nips.
"Hey Tony, little bambino, get over here... I got an idea. I think this little cunt is pretty stretched out by now..." Gino mumbled as he pulled the Russian man to his hairy, muscle-bound chest, trapping the guy in his powerful embrace.
A long string of pre-cum oozed out of Tony's now almost-purple erection, dripping from his cock to the floor like the silk string of a spider's web. He knew what his brother was going to suggest, and it turned him on fiercely.
"You ever heard of double dickin'? It's me and Frankie's specialty with the fags, but now I wanna teach it to my baby brother." As he huskily spoke, Gino's large, calloused hands slid down, grasping the man's slim waist. His long fingers reached around and spread the Russian's asscheeks wide open.
Tony glared down at the exposed junction. His brother's thick trunk was lodged all the way to its base in the tiny hole, stretching it to inhuman limits.
"There ain't nothin' like it, Tony Boy. Havin' your brother, your fratello, sharin' a hole wit ya. Feelin' his big cockhead rubbin' against your fat cacchio as you fuck together as family. Sharin' your power with him, and him sharin' it wit you."
Tony was drooling at this point. He licked a drop of spittle from his thick lips as he nodded absent-mindedly at his grinning brother.
"Come on, bro... Just kneel down, crawl up between my legs, that's it... Now aim that babymaker at his little pucker. Right, right, line it up on top a' mine."
Tony followed orders perfectly. His huge, bulbous knob was now kissing the edge of the foreign man's straining asslips.
"Now, you're gonna hafta go slow. We don't want to rip Ivan here wide open. Ya gotta take it slow. I'm gonna pull out a bit. Hold your cock against mine and push."
Tony grabbed he and his brother's cocks together in his hand -- which was easier said than done! Tony's hand, as big as it was, was barely able to grip the two big pricks -- his thumb pressed against the top of his own, and the tips of his fingers gripped the bottom of his big brother's. Tony's heart was pounding a mile a minute. His brother's dick was so hot and so hard. It always drove Tony crazy that Gino's cock was an inch longer than his and slightly thicker. It wasn't enough that his hairy bull balls were bigger than Gino's, or that he spewed twice as much jizz as his older brothers. He just envied that big fucking prick. But now, as he felt it pulsating in his grip, all he felt was pride and awe. He looked over at Frankie, standing there soaking in sweat, his hairy chest wet and glistening in the dim light. Frankie's eyes were focused on Tony's pisslips as they kissed the base of Gino's rammer. Tony's older brother stood there silently, licking his lips and slowly stroking his sweaty dong. Again, feelings of pride washed over Tony. While Frankie's cock was a little thinner and maybe a half-inch or so shorter than Tony's, Frankie's dick had the biggest, fattest, juiciest cockhead Tony had ever seen -- much larger than his or his other brothers'. Frankie "Eight Ball" Zanetti's prick knob was the definition of "mushroom head" -- it rested on top of its stalk like a humongous purple pool ball, always drooling, always slimy, always pulsating. Tony had always been jealous of the way the bitches screamed when Frankie shoved his schlong up their cunts, and the "pop" it made when he yanked it out... But those feelings just disappeared. Tony closed his eyes and thanked the Lord for the cocks He had blessed the Zanetti brothers with. After the short moment of prayer, Tony began his push into the Russian.
Progress was slow going. Tony pushed and pushed, but his mammoth, manly prickhead just wouldn't enter the already overstretched opening.
"Hold on for a sec," Gino gasped amid the Russian man's shrieks, "Lemme try somethin.'"
Gino reached around and pushed his thick finger in next to his jumbo goumbah pole. Ever so slowly he pulled his finger away, stretching the ass skin away from his penis.
"There, there. Now. Wedge your big fucker in there, Antonio."
And sure enough, that did the trick. Tony was able to fit the tip of his horsecock into the thin opening. He pushed forward. Slowly, slowly, Tony crept inside, the obscenely wide asshole encasing millimeter after millimeter of Tony's gooey, uncircumcised plum head. Finally, after almost fifteen minutes, his oversized prick knob had conquered the stubborn hole. Tony could've sworn he heard a snap as the asslips slid over the pronounced ridge of his obese mushroom head, clamping down onto the girthy stalk. Both he and Gino let out long, contented sighs.
The Russian's head was flailing back and forth, a deafening scream escaping from his throat. His ass couldn't handle the brutal intrusion. One Zanetti cock was hard enough to pry into an ass -- but two was unthinkable! The Russian was plenty experienced, yet nothing of this magnitude had ever been shoved up his bunghole. Oddly enough, as the searing pain coursed through his body, he began having a flashback to the last time he had ever been this close to overfilling...
Images of strong, virile American military men filled his thoughts. They were playing a rousing game of baseball in the street, openly defying the curfew placed on them as the city of Berlin was newly liberated by the Allies. From the sidelines, the young Russian soldier eagerly watched the game -- or more precisely -- watched the bulging crotches of the men's uniform slacks. When the game ended, a smiling soldier approached him and said something that the Russian couldn't quite understand. His English was limited, but he was able to comprehend that the handsome American was inviting him back to their quarters. The next thing he knew, the Russian was on his back, legs spread wide open, moaning and squealing in ecstasy as, one by one, each soldier took a turn at his little ass, fat pricks shoving roughly into him as they spilled out pint after pint of semen into his tight chute. After they had all taken their turn, he was still unsatisfied. His fingers desperately plunged into his dripping, stretched hole, begging the men to "please fuck please fuck please fuck!"
"Ha ha ha! Well, boys, this little slut sure seems to love the game, now it's time for the game to love him!" One of the naked military studs cockily proclaimed as he picked up the baseball bat from where it was leaning against the wall. The soldier walked over to the babbling man's open, exposed hole and slowly, inch by inch, worked the thick instrument into it. After a short spurt of pain, the Russian grew accustomed to the kinky new feeling. Amid the cheers and hollers of the army men, he began enthusiastically shoving his bottom down onto the bat.
However, now the Russian man found two cocks, both of them the same thickness as the baseball bat, working into his ass. He wailed, yet felt the faintest twinge of itchy pleasure beginning to crawl up his spine.
"God, I can't stand this fuckin' whining! Frankie, get over here and plug him up!" The visibly annoyed Gino growled to his brother.
Frankie stood transfixed, his brother's words falling on deaf ears. Both his hands wrapped around his heavy, drooling dong, slowly stroking it's 10 inch length. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth was open, his tongue wagging out like a horny dog. The sight of his brothers double-fucking this skinny guy had him hotter than hell.
"FRANKIE! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND SHOVE YOUR BIG CAZZO DOWN THIS SLUT'S THROAT!"
Frankie's trance was broken, and he eagerly complied, kneeling over his brother's head and shoving his beefy rod roughly down the double-donged man's esophagus. As the young man's gullet accommodated itself to the massively girthy bell-head, Frankie felt the throat muscles clench and spasm.
"God, I love it when they gag." He sighed as he threw his head back and began to shove his jumbo reamer in and out of the cocksucker's throat in jackhammer strokes.
And so it went in the tiny apartment. Two huge, hairy, macho Italian topmen brothers shared the small Russian ass while the third macho brother enjoyed the hot, milking throat. All three mercilessly battered him with violent, unrelenting, pile-driving dickstrokes.
Tony and Gino synchronized their fucking, their searing cocks held tight against each other as they plunged in and out of the obscenely stretched ass. Growing tired of the effort required to synchronize their fuck, the grunting men began alternating in and out, rubbing their fat erections against each other in the hole. Their swollen, fleshy knobs deliciously massaged each other's king-sized schlongs, juicy precum lubricating the ferocious cock-embrace. Tony and Gino glared at each other over the young man's shoulder, their eyes fiercely staring deep into the other's. They were two alpha beasts reveling in each other's power, stamina, virility, and enormous equipment. For an eternity, both men stared unflinchingly at one another, watching the other as he gritted his bared teeth, licked at his lips, dribbled drool down his chin, flexed his stubbled jaw. The Russian soldier was merely a toy to fuck, an instrument to bring the two men together, to bond them together as horse-hung brothers.
"Yeah, that's it baby brother, you got a big cock, yeah, you got a fuckin' huge one, just like your big brother. Yeah, they belong together, stuffin' faggot holes together, big brother and little brother got just what these slutty homos are cravin'" Gino finished his obscene rant with a violent thrust into the Russian's hole. As his dick squeezed deliciously against Tony's, Gino lifted his head and licked a long trail along the Russian's exposed neck, sucking at the huge bulge created by Frankie's balloon-like cockhead lodged deeply down the young man's throat.
As Tony drove his fat fucker in and out of the straining orifice, he felt Gino's rough hands reach around and begin to caress his clenching, dimpling asscheeks. His brother's calloused, workmen's hands pressed against his hollowing buttocks, urging him to fuck even harder into the delirious Russian's sphincter, to rub his stud horse cock more savagely against the horsecock wedged next to it. Tony's own hands reached around and gripped at the hard, hairy mounds of assflesh that belonged to Gino. Both men continued to stare intently into the other's eyes, pushing, squeezing, kneading, and clawing at each other's humping backsides.
The Russian man was higher than any drug could have ever taken him. His tiny shitter was pulsating with intense erotic heat, his abused prostate was crushed exquisitely against an inhuman-sized dong, another one right next to it, rubbing, stroking, reaching 11 enormous inches up his slut-chute. He greedily suckled on and swallowed the biggest cock-knob he'd ever seen. It tasted delicious, the musky, salty, tangy taste of a stallion. Frankie's cock made his lips and his tongue tingle, a sensation that travelled down his body, meeting the tingle racing up from his double-banged asshole. The sensation culminated at the head of his cock. His uncut cap vibrated, it was the center of his being, it swelled to astronomical proportions, glowing a purple-crimson color that was shades darker than it's usual pinkish hue. It belched out pre-cum as it scraped and ground against Gino's hairy eight-pack. The Russian was floating, flying, experiencing emotions none of the hundreds of other cocks rammed up his shitter had ever brought him. These were the glorious dicks of master tops.
Frankie yanked his monster head out of the Russian's lips with a squishing PLOP and began whacking his club back and forth, smacking the young whore's cheeks and lips with his fistlike appendage. A stream of precum poured from his wet, purple knob as a stream of obsenities poured from his mouth.
"Awww... You got youself all dirty, whore! Look at what a fucking mess you are! Why are you so filthy, you cocksucker! I guess cocksucker whores just like to be dirty! Mmm... uh huh? You like my tasty prick? Tastes so good, don't it? Want some more?"
Gino and Tony watched, riveted to their brother's massively plump, throbbing flesh bulb as it smeared thick, sticky pre-cum all over the gasping Russian's smooth, rosy cheeks. The young man's mouth was opened wide, his long tongue waved in the air, lapping up the savory liquid that dripped onto his lips, frantically searching for the delicious dago dickhead that it had been deprived of.
A small droplet of Frankie's cock juice dripped onto Gino's stubbled cheek. At that moment, Tony felt his older brother's cock release a long stream of pre-cum, adding even more gooey lubrication to the two cocks as they roughly wrestled for dominance inside the Russian's squeezing chute. Wet, sucking, slurping noises joined the grunts and moans in the room as the brawny brothers' tremendous towers of dickmeat simultaneuosly yanked out and plunged back into the gaping manhole, the two cocks, pressed together as one unbelievable hulk of flesh, repeated this action over and over, fucking hard in and out of the pleasure-intoxicated Russian's skinny little ass.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!! DA! DA!" The Russian man closed his eyes as his entire body quaked from pleasure. His slim body was crushed between two gorgeous, muscular, hirsute men, their hot flesh surrounding him, blanketing him; their heat soaking into his soft skin, their sweat raining onto his glossy, slick epidermis, their delicious, pungent, masculine odor wafting in his nostrils, making his head swim.
Temporarily lost in the incomprehensible sensation of pleasure/pain that the monumental bullcocks were producing in his unbelievably stretched sphincter and throat, the young Russian suddenly found his butt horribly empty. His slim body was lifted like a bag of sand as the Sicilian brothers wrenched their pulsating prongs from his asshole with a deafening sucking and popping noise. Tears immediately filled the Russian's eyes, his body was wracked with sobs. It was as if the center of his very being had been stolen, his lifeforce -- now embodied as the Zanetti Brothers' dongs -- was viciously denied him.
Amidst this terror, the Russian once again felt the familiar, searing caress of bloated cockknob at his greedy little hole. However, something was different... something had changed.
"God DAMN your cock is big, Tony Boy!" Frankie laughed, his own gutbuster now pressed against his little brother's.
In the moments following the withdrawal from the Russian's ass, Frankie and Gino had switched places, eager for their pricks to experience new sensations... and something more...
"This is it, baby brother. Now you're gonna share this slut's ass with me." Frankie whispered huskily. "We're real family now. Real brothers. Real men. All connected through our cocks."
Tony groaned and clenched his teeth as he felt the greasy, monstrously fat uncut cockhead of his older brother slide roughly up against his own cock's gnarled surface, and slowly crawl up the distended boyhole that he was already in balls deep. Tony's eyes rolled back in bliss, his toes curled, his dick was on fire. All he could feel was the delicious prick massage his brother was giving him as that huge hunk of wopmeat inched its way closer and closer up to his own cockknob. Tony's eyes shot open when the moment came. The hearts of his and Frankie's beings touched for the first time, meeting in a sloppy, pre-cum-soaked cock kiss. Both brothers stared, unflinching, into each others' eyes. Both were lost in each other, completely oblivious to the screams of ecstasy that erupted from the young Russian -- not to mention the humongous load of cum that was erupting from his rigid, untouched prick. As the Russian gasped and groaned, caught up in the unimaginable orgasm these American men were giving him, it was only just beginning for Tony and Frankie.
The two youngest of the Zanetti brothers had always been most competitive with each other. And things were not about to change. Besides the usual "who can bang more chicks" competition (younger Tony was edging his big brother out by about 15, but both were well into the high hundreds!), there was another contest. Countless times, the two had fucked chicks together -- one brother in her cunt, one in her ass. It became a little game for them to see who could fuck longer, who could fuck harder, and who could fuck faster. With cocky smirks on both their faces, the two hunks shared a silent understanding that the game was on.
The Russian's body barely finished jerking out the last of his earth-shattering climax when the onslaught began. Without even a moment to catch his breath, the pair of king-sized dongs lodged up his ass began pounding, hammering, stuffing, pummeling, ravaging the tight opening.
Over and over and over, the brother's huge, powerful pricks insanely drove into the young man's boytwat, grinding against each other, grinding against the moaning Russian's sensitive prostate, their hard, muscular asses flexing and dimpling, providing force behind their pile-driving fuckstrokes. Tony and Frankie scowled at each other and gritted their teeth, their breathing coming out in short, beastial grunts. Their big, hairy, bloated ball sacks smacked against each other, the sweaty horsenuts swinging wildly, gorged with the Zanetti family's potent seed.
"Yeah! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck that's tight! Ugh! God, this ass is sweet! Yeah! You ain't gonna outfuck me, baby brother, I got a lot more experience with this than you. I like to make my double fucks last... You're gonna be shootin' spunk from that python before you know it... can't wait to feel your juice shootin' out, slickin' my rod for some REAL screwin'! Ugh damn!"
"Fuck you, Frankie, don't matter if you've done this kinky shit before. You know I always beat you, you know you love feelin' my thick log rubbin' all up and down yours, makin' you twitch and leak from that fuckin' cue ball stuck to the top of your cock... God damn if it don't feel good, though, squeezin' so tight against mine in this slut's asshole."
"Will you two dumb fucks stop bitchin' already?" Gino interrupted. "Besides, you both know I could wipe the floor with ya when it comes to fuckin'! Ha ha!"
The three men laughed pretty hard at Gino's joke -- they all knew how true it was -- Frankie and Tony may have been neck-and-neck when it came to their "magic numbers," but their older brother was well beyond anything they had achieved. Gino may have been married, but that did nothing to slow down the stud's extracurricular sex life. In fact, on the day of his wedding, minutes before the ceremony, Tony was sent to find out where the hell Gino had snuck off to. Sure enough, Tony found him in the john -- his tuxedo pants down around his knees, gleefully long-dicking the moaning maid of honor!
"Well, Gino, if you think you're hot shit, then why don't you switch with Frankie again, and we can have a little bet?" Tony laughed.
"I would, paisano, but this slut's kinky as hell, and I'd rather do something that I can't get chicks to do..." Gino smirked as he turned around to face away from his brothers.
"Where do you think you're going?" Frankie shouted with a quick, brutal thrust into the quivering Russian ass.
"Don't worry, bro, I'm just headin' south!" Gino chuckled as he slowly kneeled over the coupled men, presenting his big, muscled, hairy Italian bubble-butt to the drooling, wide-eyed Russian soldier.
"You know what to do, Yuri," Gino urged, "Stick that pretty mouth and tongue in my crack, baby!" Gino contracted his ass muscles a few times, making the meaty mounds hollow and flex for the hungry young slut.
Almost immediately, the Russian stuck his tongue out, obediently and eagerly awaiting his prize. Gino spread his cheeks and pushed his hairy crack into the young man's face, relishing the feel of the slick surface beginning to lap eagerly at his puckered asshole.
"Ohhhh... yeeeaaahhh... Can only get a good rimmin' from the faggot sluts... They love a real man's ass pushed into their face, love tasting a macho top stud's musclebutt. Mmmm... yeah, slut, lick it good.... Real good... Daddy loves wet boy tongue washin' him..."
The Russian was going wild. Gino's ass was perfect, an amazing combination of hard, masculine muscle with just a little bit of flesh to keep it soft and pliable. And it was covered in curly black hair, matted down with perspiration, sticking to the olive-colored skin. It was the sort of ass the Russian dreamed of burying his face in. And that he did, licking and sucking every mouth-watering inch of the musky crevice.
Gino was moaning and grunting, grinding his rear all over the Russians smooth face. "SHIT YEAH! LICK THAT ASS! LICK IT GOOD, BABY! STICK YOUR TONGUE UP IN THERE! DON'T IT TASTE GOOD, WHORE!? DON'T GINO'S ASS TASTE DELICIOUS!?"
The sight of their older brother getting eaten out by the lusty Russian boy was driving Tony and Frankie wild, their dicks painfully hard and throbbing, pouring out pre-splooge into the squeezing rectum.
"Shit, Frankie, I don't wanna compete with you no more. You know I love ya, sometimes I can just be a cocky ass."
"Tony, baby, I ain't mad at you, I love ya, too. We're too old for this shit. We should be workin' together, not challengin' each other. Let's say we show this Russkie slut what Zanetti boys can do when they work together!"
And so it went on for hour upon hour upon hour, the brothers brutally fucked the Russian in every position and every combination possible. Frankie and Tony, Tony and Gino, Gino and Frankie... In and out, in and out, in and out. The Russian screamed and moaned and bawled, no fuck had ever been this long or this good or this hard. His cock exploded over and over again, the men never failed to tap into his deepest, nastiest, hottest fantasies. Lost in a daze between reality and insanity, the Russian's existence became three colossal monster cocks that ravaged his being. His only sight was cocks. His only taste was cocks. His only sensation was cocks. His only thought was cocks. Cocks... and the gorgeous, ripped, macho, Mediterranean fantasy stud brothers they belonged to. The Russian babbled in his native tongue, promising his soul to these divine beings he had only met earlier that evening. He belonged to them, just like all the other men, women, boys, or girls that had been fortunate enough to have any of those cocks rut into them.
Hours later, as the Russian gasped for air, his exhausted body writhing on the soaked mattress, the three Zanetti men, cocks still rigid and now shining a reddish-purple hue, finally pulled themselves out of whatever orifice they had been wildly humping. The pale Russian watched through heavy-lidded eyes as the brawny studs kneeled around his prostrate form, their big, workmen's hands wrapped tightly around their visibly pounding donkey schlongs, roughly stoking up and down, pointing their huge slimy cockbulbs at his face and chest. Without a word, the three Italian men looked at each other and removed their hands from their dicks... and moved them to grip the dripping meat of his brothers' dong. The jerking increased as the dicks leapt and bounced in the grasp of each other's hands. Harder and faster, all three fists ran up and down the gnarled, steaming, sweaty surfaces of manmeat, each desiring to bring the other to an explosive orgasm. Tony, Gino, and Frankie all stared at each other, sharing the intense moment. And it happened.
At the exact same moment, all three men's pricks began to spurt. And spurt. And shoot and squirt and fly and gush. An entire night's worth of the richest, most potent, thickest spunk poured from the ends of the brother's cocks. On and on it went, like a rainstorm, like a fountain, falling, splashing, splattering every inch of the ebullient Russian's thin body. It was drowning him, flowing into his mouth, over his cheeks, down his chest, in his hair, his shoulders. He was glazed in the most delicious cock slop his tastebuds had ever come in contact with. As the brothers' never ending supply of Italian cream continued to belch forth from the spasming tools, the Russian scooped it up, covering his fingers, feeding it to himself, never wanting it to stop. He could hear moans, grunts, shouts, curses fly from the mouths of the convulsing, shaking men.
An eternity later, or so it seemed, heavy, masculine sighs replaced the orgasmic sounds of the three fratellos. The Russian smiled and felt his body soak into bliss, his abused ass radiated warm heat from his fingers to his toes. His mouth tenderly suckled on the last dregs of cum that squeezed out of the cockhead that Gino had placed at his lips.
He was surprised that the bell-head had retained it's pulsing firmness, even after the unreal explosion that had just occurred. He slowly opened his eyes... and then opened them wide when he saw that all three of the brothers were still stroking stone-hard, dripping pricks!
"Ivan, Ivan. You didn't think that was it, did you? You should know once is never enough for any of the Zanetti boys!" Frankie exclaimed as he flipped the cum-covered young man over and plunged back in.
"Noooo..." the Russian moaned, his insatiable ass unable to resist bucking back up as the freakishly huge cockknob massaged his joy bump. But his feeble cry was abruptly ceased as once again, his throat found itself swallowing eleven inches of pure pleasure...
After a few days of enjoying their own personal Russian cockslave, the Zanetti men were ready to go. Each of the men affectionately patted the grinning Russian's ass as they slipped their slacks back on and walked out the door. Their thoughts quickly turned to the future. In a matter of days, Tony, Gino, and Frankie would all be back in New York City. As they made their way through Berlin, each of their cocks filled with blood, anticipating the amazing action they would find when they got back to the city. The radio news told of the celebrations in the streets, the tickertape parades, the lonely dames eager to welcome back the brave young fighting men!
However, one final surprise was awaiting Tony Zanetti. The day before he was to ship back to the states, Tony got a letter...
Tony,
You knew I couldn't give you up. You addicted me to cock, Sarge. As soon as I got back to Georgia, my ass was already itching. It wasn't long before I was sneaking off to the servants' quarters, paying off the big negro farmhands to plow my little white ass with their big black donkey cocks. And lemme tell you, Tony, everything they say about negroes is true. Don't be jealous, though, you've got most of them beat. And you're a much better fuck. I miss you.
Anyways, I'm writing to let you know I took my inheritance and moved to New York City. My life wasn't there on the plantation anymore. I think I made the right decision, too. Last night I couldn't resist myself... I wandered into this tough looking bar in Spanish Harlem. Let me tell you, Tony, Puerto Rican meat stretches me so good. I couldn't believe the dicks on some of those guys. And they fuck mean, too. I loved it. I had two guys, Rico and Jorge, come to live with me in my apartment. I'm getting banged every night, Sarge, but it's still not enough. Something's missing. It's you. It would take 10 of these studs to match you. Please, when you get back to New York, I need to see you again. I promise I'll make it worth your time.
Love,
Tommy
Tony's 10 incher was straining against his pantleg. God, Tommy had turned into the perfect slutboy. The thought of those big greasy Ricans plugging little Tommy's wriggling ass made Tony's prick leak. He knew those fuckers were lethal when it came to a good dicking. He had witnessed it first hand.
Back in high school, he was probably 17 or so, those slutty twin blondes he used to fuck had invited him to their penthouse one afternoon. He had just finished a long, hot day at the construction site, and he was eager to wind down with some of the kinky fuck action he and the girls had perfected. His enormous schlong pushed at his trousers, ready to plunge its big, sweaty hulk into twin ass 'n' cunt! A cocky grin crossed his face as he climbed the stairs, the unmistakable sound of horny groans coming from inside the girls' bedroom.
"Haha, horny bitches... sounds like they're gettin' each other ready for my big pole. I oughta strip down right here and go in fuckin' nude. Those sluts'd love it... pro'lly will hop right onto my cock... racin' each other to be first..."
Stripping out of his sweat-soaked work duds, Tony chuckled to himself as he turned the doorknob. The door opened, however, to a scene Tony never would have imagined: There was Jenny Astor, bent over the bed, her ass high in the air. Behind her, a slim, muscular latin stud was holding her blonde head down into the mattress, his strong hips smacked against her backside, his unbelievably large phallus slid in and out of her buttery cunt.
The Hispanic man was in his own world, his head was thrown back, his shoulder-length black hair, tied in a pony tail, swung back and forth with the thrusting movements of his lanky body. His dark skin was shining with sweat, fine black hairs clung to the ridge between his chiseled abs. Kinky black hairs also peeked out from under his arms -- strong, corded arms which were covered with sinister looking tattoos. In fact, Tony noticed, a number of tattoos covered the man's body -- a black python twisted around his left bicep, a bloody dagger with a skull on the handle was etched into the other strong arm, a yellow-eyed eagle flew across his upper right thigh. Across his strong back, now slick and shining in the dim light of the room, an enormous oriental dragon coiled from between his shoulder blades down to the crack of his hairy muscle ass. His heaving chest had a prominent tattoo as well -- the word "MARISOL" proudly written in large black script.
Jenny squealed with each hard slam into her 16-year-old pussy, while the older man grit his teeth and sputtered out vicious Spanish curses. His face was handsome but rough, a few pockmarks covering it's weathered surface -- Tony figured him to be in his mid to late twenties. A thin patch of short bristly hair, barely a moustache, grew above his thin, sneering lips. A gold chain with a large cross dangled from his neck, completing a look that Tony knew was not normally seen in this posh area of Central Park West.
"So what do you think of Carlos, Tony?"
The young Italian looked over to see Hilary Astor sitting nude on the floor, her long legs spread open, casually rubbing her fingers in and out of her blonde-furred slit.
"We met him the other day when Daddy took us out to eat for his birthday. Carlos was working as a busboy, the poor thing. Jenny noticed him checking us out, that fucking cobra of his practically breaking out of his workpants. We simply had to try him out!"
The sound of Hilary's voice caused the rutting couple to break out of their trance. The tall Hispanic was lodged deeply inside the young teen, both of them looking towards the door at the shocked Tony.
"Oh, Tony, so glad you could stop by," the sweaty twin welcomed, "I'd get up to say hello, but I have a 9-inch Puerto Rican cock stuffed inside my pussy. Mmmm... God, it's so fat. Carlos was quite a find. He barely speaks any English, but damn can he fuck."
"Tell me about it." Hilary added as she got up and walked over to the pair. "He plowed me so good in the restaurant storage room. I told Daddy I was gone powdering my nose!" She finished her statement by leaning over to lick along the dragon tattoo that covered the man's slick bronze back. The man responded by resuming his expert humping into the teen snatch. His hand reached back, roughly grabbed the blonde by the chin, and brought her pouty lips away from his back and up to his mouth in a sloppy french kiss.
"God, Tony, what is it about you greasy, low-life working boys that makes you such amazing fucks? I want to marry a nice respectable doctor or lawyer like Daddy wants, but the poor boys always have the biggest dicks!" Jenny whined, grinding her tight cunt onto the oversized prick, her sister and the Hispanic busboy feverishly making out above her.
Breaking the kiss, Hilary dropped to her knees and began slavishly laving her tongue all over the enormous brown ballsack that swung between her sister's stuffed hole. The lust-crazed Puerto Rican yanked his dong out of its sheath and plunged it into the girl's open mouth. He then began a skillful double fuck -- alternating between ramming it back and forth between the twins -- in one's mouth and in the other's cunt.
"Sí... sí!" The latino grunted. "Chupame, niña.... A Papá le gusta su puta..."
"Ohhh God, Tony, get over here!" Jenny wailed. "Hil and I are both dying to be in the middle of a dago-spic sandwich. What do you say? You want to join Carlos and double fuck us both? I'll go first... Your big, beastly, uncut pricks lodged in my ass and my cunt at the same time? You both have such enormous cocks and you know how to treat a slut the way she likes! Oh GOD, YESSSS!"
It was an offer Tony couldn't refuse. His dick was painfully hard -- standing there watching that latin punk fuck those prissy twin bitches. He feverishly stroked his aching erection, swiftly making his way over to the three rutting youths. With lightning speed, Tony crouched down and rammed his ten inch pole into the squatting girl's hole.
The orgy went on for hours... Tony was amazed at the rough, intense mating of the Puerto Rican. He had always hated those cocky Hispanic bastards, but on that day he had a new-found respect. Not only could the guy fuck with the best of them, but he added something more -- a raw, nasty attitude that Tony liked. Tony knew the guy must've been from the wrong side of the tracks, probably would work his whole life and never see the kind of money that the Astor girls spent in one afternoon -- but the guy still maintained his arrogance and his pride. This Hispanic busboy didn't need cash or a fancy apartment or expensive clothes -- he had a wrist-thick, nine inch club that gringa bitches drooled over. Let those pansy assed businessmen sneer at him while they ate their lunch. Little did they know that he was having the last laugh -- fucking their young wives and daughters, giving them what their rich husbands could never provide. Yeah, Tony thought, he had a lot more in common with those dirty latino bastards than he figured.
And he couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather share his little Tommy with.
TO BE CONTINUED IN WAR STORY CHAPTER 4
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