Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2002 21:17:59 -0700
From: Michael Gleich <mgleich@earthlink.net>
Subject: The Carnival Man

                        Carnival Man
                          Part One

It's the second full moon of the month, a blue moon. An icy
moon begins to rise over the mountain pass to cast a pearly
glow on the valley below. A cold wind from the north blows
that chills down to the bones. Dogs whine to come inside
from keeping watch on the front porch. An eerie quiet
settles in the village like a thick fog. The Langley's
notice frogs and crickets aren't making any noise down at
the creek running through town. Mrs. Langley feels she
better check on the children. Shops in town start to close
early; farmers look in on their cattle. Families settle down
for the evening meal, but nobody seems to talk much. Mr.
Evans starts the blessing over roast chicken and dumplings
when a strange wail sounds over the valley floor. Not a
coyote, something bigger and hungry. Deep is the wail and
long as it passes through houses and echoes off mountain
walls. Mothers cross themselves without knowing, and cats
look around checking for a place to hide.
     On top of the ridge where the mountain pass comes
snaking down the valley floor you can hear a faint jingle
jangle of gypsy bells. With rumbles, creaks and groans
trucks come to a stop at the top of the pass. Lights from
the caravan cast a strange glow on the men in front looking
down at the valley. Their voices deep and gravelly swear and
curse like men in prison, or worse.
     "Well look what we have here. Looks real nice don't it
boys?" Jake says.
     "Sure as shit does, like a picture I once saw on a
calendar," Billy Joe says.
     "I think were going to have ourselves a real good time
in this piss ant town for sure, don't you Jake. Yeah, a real
fucking good time in this berg" Clarence says.
     "Well boys, lets get our butts down to the valley and
in the morning will set up a show this town ain't never
seen. Hank, Damn your fucking ass. Will you keep that fuck
stick of yours in your pants for ten fucking minutes!" Jake
says.
     "Sorry Jake, I been driving all the way up this pass
and I just had to yank on it some, I need a fucking hole to
stick this baby in real quick. I need to get a load off real
bad."
     "Jesus, put that fucking dick in your pants for just
two fucking minutes. You been playing with that barracuda of
yours all the way up here, you almost drove that rig over
the side when you shot a load an hour ago you fucking
asshole."
     "That wasn't me Jake, a rock came down and I almost got
hit"
     "The only fucking rock that fell you stupid shit is the
one that hit you in the head, you fuck. OK lets get this
Carnie show on the road boys. Will settle in for the night
and surprise the good people in the morning. Yes Sir, I can
see those sweet young things gather around like moths to a
flame come morning when they wake up."
     Jake and the boys get back in their rigs and settle in
to steering down the mountain slope. Jake starts up a
whistle while the boys light up. Their eyes glaze over about
having fresh young punk to play with. With brows set on the
road their faces shine with a grin when they think of towns
they left, towns that never talk about Carnival men who came
the day of a blue moon.

     Billy and Bud thought they heard something out back.
Like a hammer or something banging away on sheet metal. Mrs.
Conway worries she overloaded the washer and something bad
enough is going on that she'll have to call a repairman.
What the hell is that noise so early in the morning? Mr.
Reno wonders while taking a morning piss. Down at the empty
lot next to St. Helena's Catholic Church the Carnival men
are busy setting up. Bright shiny rides unload from diesel
trucks. Flashy fan fare lifted from crates and pulled up
making gaudy tents and flim-flam shacks. Yellow and red
streamers hoist up flag poles all around. Strobe lights,
horns and things that bang whistle and whirl making flash
and glamour for a side show circus are going up next to St.
Helena's. Father O'Leary is standing at the rectories window
with a hot cup of black tea in his hand and a rosary in the
other. He leans his sinewy lily-white body with a crown of
thick brown hair to the window. A lock of hair falls on his
forehead as he moves his head from right to left looking at
the Carnie men with his sparkling blue eyes.
     "Jesus, Mary and Joseph will you look at that. An
answer to our prayers" Father O'Leary says.
      Hoping to find a way to build a chapel and parking lot
on the very ground the carnival is setting up on. He crosses
himself and says a prayer to their patron saint. Looking
down he sees Jake ordering the men working on the gear. He
can see Jakes unshaven face and coal black hair slick with
sweat and grease. His gaze goes to the thick neck and deep
furrow at his throat. There lays a gold crucifix all shiny
bright and gleaming. Father O'Leary has a man of the faith
to talk with. I can strike a bargain with this man. He'll
want to give a good portion of the proceeds for our cause.
Especially when I tell him he is on Church property. His
eyes wander to the beefy chest. Pecs with black curls and
blood red nipples. Lines of glistening black fur accent
Jakes chiseled torso cutting the abs even more. Jakes
trousers hang on his waist like a loose bath towel. I say he
has about a 30-inch waist as the Father's eyes focus on
Jakes backside where his pants hang just below the start of
his ass crack. Father O'Leary sees sweat forming on Jakes
back and its long journey down the crevice of Jakes spine.
Trickles of glistening moisture form at the beginning of
Jakes ass crack just visible at the top of his trousers. The
Father licks at a drop of sweat trickling down from his brow
sucking it into his mouth.
     Billy and Bud are out of the house in a flash and
heading with other boys down to the dirt lot next to the
church. They gather around with the town folk as the Carnie
men work putting up the show. Some boys gather over to one
side where Hank and Will are bolting together the Ferris
wheel. Mikie joins them and watch as wrenches big as their
daddy's arm bolt together the big metal wheel.
     "Looks like we got ourselves an audience Hank" Will
says
     "Look at them sweet little darlings with their eyes
open and mouths gapping. Like fish on a hook. Watch this
Will" Hank says.
     Hank stands up to adjust his hat, then pulls his pants
up a bit and grabs his cock. He gives that hose of his a
squeeze as the head of his cock pulls on the fabric. Mikie
stares at the cock's outlined head. A big bulb of flesh
presses against the fabric like the head of a viper, it's as
big as Mikie's fist. Mikie stares transfixed and sinks to
his knees looking at Hank squeeze and move his cock around
in his pants. The kid starts sucking on his thumb, something
he hasn't done in over sixteen years. Mikie's drool runs
down his hand as he gazes at Hanks twelve-inch thick cock
pressing against his pants.
     "Lord would you look at that," Mrs. Conway says
     "Does his mama know where he is?" Mrs. Langley says
     "No I don't think she does, what is that boy looking
at?" Mrs. Conway says.
 They both look in the direction of where Jonathan is
staring. His shorts down around his ankles with his hard
cock in hand. Jonathan is jacking off as fast as he can
staring in the direction of Billy Joe and Clarence building
a fun house.
     "Billy Joe, do you know your fucking balls are hanging
out of your shorts?" Clarence says
     "Sure I do asshole, I pulled them out myself. They need
some air. They been in my jock all fucking week," Billy Joe
says
     " You know what it does to me when I see those fucking
bull balls of yours Billy Joe. Why don't you pull that
fucking cock out, don't it need some airing?"
     "That's the best idea you had yet Clarence." With that
Billy Joe reaches in the side of his shorts and yanks out a
huge uncut dick. Billy Joe is on top of the roof of the fun
house and Clarence is on the ladder handing wood planks up
to Billy Joe to nail down. Billy Joe is kneeling and his
cock and balls hang half way to the roof of the fun house.
Clarence takes one of the boards and smacks Billy Joes balls
just enough to get them swinging. Clarence likes to watch
Billy Joes cock and balls swing back and forth.
     "Damn Billy Joe, I bet I can get them swinging enough
to smack your ass on the back stroke." Clarence says.
     "Fuck man, you're making me horny as all hell fooling
around like that. Damn I'm going to have to shoot a fucking
load." Billy Joe says
     The two mothers look over at what Jonathan is staring
at when Billy Joe turns around facing Clarence. Clarence
grabs Billy Joe's balls while standing on the ladder and
pulls the fat nuts down into their sack. He gives the orbs a
good tug, rolling them in his hand and squeezing on them. He
smacks Billy Joe's ball sack and watches them swing back
hitting Billy Joe's ass, then grabs them rubbing the balls
around in his hand again. The great warhead of cock comes
snaking out of its thick veined hood. Billy Joe grabs that
big fat uncut dick; his grip can't fit all the way around.
     "Oh, my God. Julia do you see what that man is doing,"
says Mrs. Langley
     "Mother of God, look at that monster Debra, it looks
like the cock on farmer Lloyd's mule," Mrs. Conway says.
     "He has the balls of farmer Lloyd's bull too! Mercy, I
never seen anything like that in all these years living
here, have you Julia?"
     "No I can't say I have, I'm feeling kind of hot and
wet. Do you have any of those pills for hot flashes dear?"
     "I got something better, Big Ben. He can take care of
hot flashes real quick. One of those rubber pricks," Mrs.
Langley, says
     "It's a dildo dear, I prefer Kong the Magnificent, now
that's a can do dildo, if you ask me!"
     "Do you suppose we should tell Alice about Jonathan?
Maybe not, you know the old saying, boys will be boys," Mrs.
Langley says
     "Oh, look at the time dear, I guess I'll head back
home, think I'll have a lie down. Looks like a real good
carnival don't it?"
     "Yes it does, maybe will have our fortune read, won't
that be fun!" Mrs. Langley says.

     Father O'Leary received a few calls from town folk
about the goings on at the Carnival. He decides to pay Jake
a visit. Taking a shot of good Irish whiskey to bolt his
courage he heads down to where he last saw Jake and have a
talk with him about the donation to the church and other
matters. For some reason Jake reminds the Father of home in
Ireland. The Father feels his face flush, and his heart
beating faster. Now he remembers who Jake reminds him of.
Sean, with his cold black eyes and raven hair is six feet
two, broad shoulders from hard work in mines, big legs and
feet from digging. Daniel is the youngest of the O'Leary's;
he would wait out front by the gate for Sean to come home
along side his daddy. Sometimes Sean would come in for a
pint or two and lift Danny up on his leg. Little Daniel
O'Leary would be bounced on Sean's leg. He would spread his
legs wide apart over the miner, with his little asshole
grinding into the trousers of Sean. When the bouncing got
going he would reach down and hold the upper part of Sean's
leg. That's when he could feel that great cock laying there
next to the miner. Sean would get an evil grin on his face
as Danny bounced up and down grinding his butt into the
man's leg. Danny holding on the side of Sean's prick and
rubbing the head back and forth against his leg and the
fabric of his trousers. Daniel's little ass bouncing up and
down spreading his legs wide so he could come down hitting
his butt hole and rubbing his cock and balls against the
miner big hard leg. He looks around the Carnival with all
the bright and gaudy trappings, the fun house with mirrors
and slides. The Ferris wheel and Merry Go Round, the Fortune
Teller Tent, cotton candy and foot long hot dogs, all bright
and sassy with flags and banners and banging bells. One tent
in the middle is interesting, a side booth to the entrance
and a sign that says. See Amazing Acts Never Seen Before.
Father O'Leary tries to say a Hail Mary to get his hard
prick down. Thank God I'm wearing a cassock over my pants.
He spots Jake in front of the Fun House and walks over.
     "I can't leave you two fucks alone for five fucking
minutes before you're at it. What kind of mule fucking
whores raised you two shits?" Jake says
     "Uh, excuse me, but are you the owner of the Carnival?"
Father O'Leary says
     "Who the fuck wants to know," Jake says and turns to
see the Father.
     "Oh, excuse me Father, it's been one of those days, you
know how it is being around a bunch of rough necks. You have
to keep your eye on them all the time."
     "Well, I heard foul language before back in Ireland, I
came from a coal miner family, and they can be pretty raw. I
was wondering if I could have a word with you?"
     Jake looks at the Father with his lock of brown hair
that fell on his forehead and his sparkling blue eyes. Jake
likes the look of Father O'Leary's red lips.
     "Well sure Father, lets go to my trailer where we can
have a little privacy."
     " That would be very nice, I have never been to a
carnival before," Father O'Leary says
     "That a fact. Step in Father, sorry about the mess, why
don't you take a seat on the mattress over there."
     Father O'Leary looks at the bare mattress that Jake's
pointing to. At one end are soiled unwashed jock straps and
a beat up pillow at the other. Jake takes a seat on a black
leather chair near the mattress. There's not much light in
the trailer, a bare bulb hangs down on a cord with a feeble
glow eking out of it. The walls are dark and dingy with
windows to dirty to see out or in. The smells of sweat, piss
and cum permeate everything.
     "Father I don't think I caught your name?" Jake says
     "Father Dan, and you?"
     "Jake, so Father what can I do for you?"
     "I suppose you know you're on Church property"
     "Oh, I'm sorry Father, would you like us to move?
     "No, no but it would be very generous of you to donate
to our church fund raising drive. We're planning a chapel to
Our Lady of the Flowers with a paved parking lot for the
parishioners."
     "Consider it done Father, you just tell me how much you
need and when we pull up stakes Sunday, I'll give you that
and then some"
     "How very generous of you Jake, It's so nice dealing
with men of the faith," Father Dan says.
     "Well Father, how about we have a drink to set the
deal. I have some very fine Irish whiskey here."
     Jake reaches over and unscrews the top of a bottle of
Southern Comfort. He pours a tumbler full for both of them
finishing the bottle.
     "Here's to Our Lady of the Flowers, Father Dan." They
clink glasses and have a drink from the tumblers."
     "I never had such a fine Irish whiskey as this, what
county does it come from Jake?"
     "Georgia I think, listen Father we would like to hire
some of the young men here in town. My men can show the boys
acrobatic feats that will amaze everyone. Think of all the
people who would pay to see fine looking men put on a Carnie
show. "
     Father Dan breathes a sigh of relief. He can drop the
second reason for coming to Jake. Once he tells the old
biddies about hiring their sons to put on a show, they'll
stop bending his ear about low life Carnie men. Father Dan
is feeling relaxed and really likes Jake. The town will
enjoy the carnival and he will have the funds for a chapel
and parking. What could be better? Father Dan takes another
drink from the tumbler and notice that Jake has spread his
legs apart. Dan looks at Jake from his view on the mattress
as Jakes black eyes look down at him. Jake grabs the side of
his pants where his cock is laying giving it a tug. The cock
straightens out along his leg, the head half way to his
knee; Dan can see the outline of the head. He can make out
the crown of the great cock as it grows in the man's pants.
Dan follows the head up where a vein is showing as the cock
continues to grow against the trousers. Jakes balls balloon
out his crotch as Father Dan's mouth gapes open. Dan's eyes
travel higher to the line of hair at Jakes stomach as it
disappears in his pants. Sweat glistens on his washboard
abs. He looks into Jakes eyes and can't pull away from his
stare.
     "You must be hot Danny, sweats trickling into your
collar and it could stain. Why don't you take your clothes
off and get comfortable? That's it Danny, all them clothes
on you for just a couple of men having a drink. Nobody will
bother us, no one knows your here. There you go Danny, now
don't that feel real good? Think I'll take my pants off as
well, will just sit around here for a while in our underwear
and have good time."
     Jake stands up as Danny watches him slowly unzip his
pants. The cock is straining against the trousers tenting
them. Jake undoes the belt and clasp. He grabs the sides of
his pants with his underwear and pulls them down.
     "Damn if I didn't forget to take my boots off. Danny,
would you be a good boy and take those boots off for me
while I lean back and rest a spell"
     Danny lays his clothes next to the mattress, wearing
only bikini briefs and shoes. He crawls off the mattress
never taking his eyes off Jake. He looks down at Jakes boots
as he reverently takes hold of the right one placing the
boot in his crotch. It feels like the bouncing game on
Sean's knee. Jake presses the boot into the crotch as Danny
looks up into Jakes cold black eyes. Danny can tell that
Jake is pleased and he is so happy to please Jake. Danny
pulls the boot off and the sock, rubbing the foot on his
crotch. Jake grinds his foot against the hard prick while
Dan pushes against his foot as he stares into Jakes eyes.
Jake eases off a bit and Danny picks up the foot with his
hands kissing the toes and working around the foot with his
tongue moistening the foot with his pretty red lips.
     "How about my other foot Dan, it wants to see some
action too."
     Danny puts the foot down and picks up the left boot. He
un-ties the laces, and removes the boot. Jake reaches over
and takes the boot from Danny and puts his foot down bowling
Danny backwards on his back. Jake takes his foot and puts it
over Dan's face. Danny holds the foot in his mouth smelling
the socked foot while staring up at Jake taking the laces
out of the boot and throwing the boot in the corner. Jake
reaches down and grabs Dan by the hair and pulls him up. He
grabs the back of his head and brings his face up.
     "You want some Danny? You want to feel my tongue down
your throat?
     "Yes please Jake, please. Please Jake, I'll do anything
please, please,"
     Jake opens his mouth and plants his lips on Danny's. He
forces his tongue into Dan and pushing it down his throat
grinding his lips against Danny. The thick tongue invades
his throat as Danny starts to suckle on the tongue. Jake
holds on to his head and lifts him off the ground while
tongue fucking Dan's mouth, grinding into Danny's red puffy
lips. Dan's arms go limp; Jake drops him on the mattress,
reaches down and ties the bootlace around his neck leaving a
cord hanging. Jake rips the underwear in shreds, tearing it
off, leaving just the elastic around Danny's waist. Dan is
lying on the floor looking up at his God. Jakes cock sways
out from his body as Dan stares at the ass arching from the
balls, the crevice inviting and deep. Jake is looking down
at him with his icy cold stare and deep black eyes. He spits
on the end of his cock, the spittle runs down around the
head and falls to Danny's face. He opens his mouth like a
bird in the nest and lets the spit slide off the cock into
his mouth savoring Jakes offering.
     "You want my cock Danny? Want to take my big fucking
cock down your cock sucking throat, is that what you want?"
     "Yes, please, please. I'll suck real good Jake. I'll
show you how good I can suck cock. Please let me Jake.
Please, please."
     "Suck my nut sack. If you're good, I might let you suck
my dick"
     Dan gets up on his knees and presses his lips to the
beautiful orbs hanging in front of him, Jake's cock lays
across his head as he gives kisses and licks worshipping the
hanging nut sack. He opens his mouth and begins to engulf
one nut sucking on it and twirling it with his tongue.
Reaching up with his hand he pulls on the side of his mouth
and gently sucks the other ball in. Now his tongue is
bathing both balls filling his mouth. He moves his tongue
around lathering and nursing the balls he worships. Danny
starts to suck, he wants to take Jake anyway he can. The
huge gonads get stuck in his throat and he has to let go.
Again and again Danny sucks on the balls but still can't get
them in his throat. Tears come and his breath labors through
his nose. He tries to please Jake but is unable to suck them
down. Jake grabs the cord around his neck and pulls Dan off
his balls.
     "You fuck, what the hell are you doing down there you
cheap fucking whore, what the hell was that?"
     "Oh Jake, let me try some more please let me suck your
nuts. Please!"
     "Suck my asshole you stupid shit, lets see if you can
do that right, you fuck"
     Danny looks up at Jakes butt, it's beautiful and
already his mouth is watering. Ever since he saw Jake in the
yard this morning with the sweat trickling down his back and
into the crevice of his ass he wanted to taste those
beautiful butt cheeks. He rises on his haunches and savors
the smell of the man's butt. His tongue reaches out and
starts at the base of the nut sack and licks up. An electric
chill goes throughout Dan's body. His tongue never felt so
long and moist. He can feel the delicate hairs along the
way. Savor the aroma coming from the flesh. The slight tart
and salty taste of real sweat. It is nectar to his mouth. He
is in ecstasy with each swipe. He works his tongue around
Jakes ass and sticks his tongue in the heated crack. Rimming
Jake with strong long strokes. Dan flicks his tongue at the
hole, forcing his tongue up Jakes ass. Dan begins to suck on
the hole driving his tongue in and out. He reaches up to
separate the two mounds of ass with his hands so he can dig
deeper. Jake lets out a moan and bends over, putting his
hands and knees down on the mattress; Dan follows him, his
face never leaving that butt.
     "Oh, man Danny boy. Oh yeah, that's it. Suck that hole
Dan. Yeah, baby work that tongue for me fucker."
     Dan is so elated that Jake is pleased. He works his
tongue getting at everything he can reach. Taking swipes at
the delicious mounds surrounding Jake's butt hole. Danny
moans and hums into Jakes ass.
     "Yeah baby work that tongue. Yeah fuck man, eat me you
slut"

     Outside the men have been hard at work, knowing never
to disturb Jake when he goes into the trailer, especially
when he goes in with someone. They're trying to finish in
time so they can prepare for the act that night. Mr. Evans,
the town sheriff pulls up and is looking around at the men
working.
     "Who's the boss?" Sheriff Evans says.
 The boys look at one another, waiting for somebody to say
something.
     "Well sheriff what can I do for you?" Hank says
     "Are you the boss of this outfit," Sheriff Evans says
     "Well no, Jake is, but he's not here right now. Is
there something I can help you with?" Hank says.
     "We had a report earlier of something queer going on
here," Sheriff Evans says
     "Queer, I don't know of any queer around here Sheriff.
We met a few queers back in the other town we were in, but
you know how it is with those queers, they come, they go.
Boys you know of any queer here?" Hank says
     "No, nobody queer here," The boys say.
     "I didn't mean a homo queer you idiot. I meant unusual
happenings going on," Sheriff Evans says.
     "Oh, unusual, well you might have seen us practice for
the performance tonight. You know acrobatics and all. Are
you coming tonight Sheriff? You know we can always use some
extra help with the performance, especially somebody as
strong looking as you. The gals really love looking at a big
strong man. You would be a hit. We doctor up the act a
little and you would be amazed at how we can have you
looking real good. You might see some movie action if word
gets around," Hank says.
     "Movies? Well you know I was an all star running back
in High School here, yes sir, St. Helena High never had a
faster running back than me. I train with weights still. Got
to keep in shape with this job," Sheriff Evans says.
     "You sure do keep in shape Sheriff. That's a fact
anyone can see. Say how about we try you out. You know, will
get you in your gear and show you the strongman routine. The
town will love it. I can tell you would be real good and we
can give you a little extra bonus for it too" Hank says.
     "Well, you know I can use some extra money and I guess
the town would like to see their hero of St. Helena High
strut his stuff once again. Sure I would. Now what do I do?"
     "Well I'll tell you, Clarence and I will take you to
our trailer and get you sized up and go over the act with
you. I can tell your going to be real good sheriff," Hank
says
     Clarence comes over putting his arm around the sheriff
with his hand on the sheriffs butt starts walking with him
and Hank to their trailer when a loud piercing scream goes
through the Carnival.
     "What the hell was that?" Sheriff Evans says
     "Oh, one of the boys is practicing his scare scream for
the fun house, good isn't it?" Hank says.
     "Jesus, sounded like a demon in heat," Sheriff Evans
says.
     The boys start to laugh at what Sheriff Evans said as
Hank and Clarence walk to the trailer with him.

     Jake is feeling good with that tongue working at his
hole. Danny has been back there for a while now and Jake is
getting real horny. Standing up with Dan still sucking on
his ass he grabs the cord around Dan's neck and yanks him
off.
     "Did I do something wrong Jake? Please let me suck your
ass please Jake," Danny says
     "I want you to suck something better than my ass. You
think you can suck on this fuck stick of mine? You think you
can do a good job sucking this down your throat? Danny boy."
     "Oh, I'll suck your cock Jake. Please let me, please
Jake. I promise to suck on it good. I got my mouth warmed up
on your beautiful tight hole Jake. Please let me Jake
please."
     "Ok mother fucker I'll give you a chance, now start off
slow, yeah that's it. Suck the head Danny, yeah, suck my
fucking cock you whore. Yeah-real good suck that cock
fucker. Yeah suck my dick you fucking fag."
     Danny is in heaven going to town on that horse hung
cock. His lips wrap around the head and his tongue darts in
and out of the piss slit. He begins the long journey down
the shaft. Taking it in and backing off, taking more in and
backing off. Dan has to force his head further down the
cock. The huge head is hitting his throat but this time he
wills himself to go further. His only concern is to get that
whole cock in him. He looks up at Jake over the washboard
stomach and his pecs. Jake is looking down at his fag. A
wicked smile crosses Jake's face as he looks at his fag
bitch sucking cock.
     "Suck it Danny boy. Start sucking that dick down your
cock sucking throat bitch. Oh, yeah you fuck that's the way.
Now you're doing it. That's good Danny, suck you fucker.
Suck me good"
     Danny eyes are glued to Jakes. The cock is now beyond
his throat. He backs up and grabs air before lunging down
again. Taking eight and ten inches of cock each time he goes
down and up. Drool is running out of his mouth and nose.
Cock snot is all over Danny's face as he lunges down and up
on that big fucking dick.
     "Yeah, fucker, take my dick down your cock loving whore
mouth bitch."
     Danny forces more and more cock into his throat. Tears
are mixing with his snot and cock juice as he desperately
tries to get the whole cock in. He strains and pushes
cursing himself for not getting to the pubes of his God.
Jake grabs him by the cord on his neck and pulls him off
throwing him on the mattress. Jake reaches over and scoops
up some grease in a can taking it to Dan's ass.
     "I'm going to fuck you bitch. You can't take me one
way, you'll take me another."
     Jake shoves his fingers full of grease into the ass.
Grabs his cock putting it to Dan's hole while holding on to
the elastic band around Dan's waist and shoves the cock up
Dan's ass. A piercing scream comes out of Dan. An in-human
wail tears from Dan's throat as the cock sinks down into his
alabaster ass. Dan passes out as Jake lies on top of his
prey. He squirms around widening the hole he is raping.

     " You know my granddaddy in Scotland was a strongman,"
Sheriff Evans says
     " That a fact, now this here is one hell of a strongman
Sheriff," Hank says
     "He sure has one hell of a pecker don't he Hank? In
fact all these guys in this book have one hell of a pecker
and muscles," Sheriff Evans says.
     "That's because they all know a secret Sheriff. I'm
going to let you in on that secret but you have to promise
never to pass it on. Otherwise everybody will want to know.
Understand Sheriff?" Hank says.
     "Sure I do, who wouldn't want to have a dick like that
one, boy howdy look at that one eyed monster," Sheriff Evans
says.
     "Well my family came from a long line of Gypsy's. They
pick up secrets from all over the world in their travels.
You might have heard of how strong and virile Gypsy men are,
were world renown for packing the pud of a mule. Now this
came down from some Egyptian king. It was written on his
tomb that us Gypsy's found." Hank says
     Hank holds up to the sheriff a jar of blue powder and
carefully unscrews the top. Taking a couple of scoops out he
puts the powder in a glass.
     "Now Sheriff, we Gypsy's have taken this secret formula
for six thousand years and it never hurt us any. I have some
fine Scotch whiskey here. Here's a toast to all the
strongmen and good old Scotland," Hank says
     Hank unscrews a bottle of Southern Comfort and pours it
into three tumblers one has the blue powder for Sheriff
Evans and hands each their glass.
     "That's the best Scotch whiskey. What part of Scotland
does it come from?" Sheriff Evans says
     "Southern Scotland Sheriff, say lets see you make a
muscle," Hank says
     "All right, I'll give you one of them poses I saw in
that magazine of yours."
     The sheriff bends one knee and raises his right arm up
curling his arm and pumping up his bicep. Then he does the
other arm. He feels his dick starting to get hard and looks
down to see his prick tenting his pants.
     "Damn if my dick don't feel bigger already," Sheriff
Evans says
     "Why don't you take off your clothes Sheriff and will
measure you and see if that Gypsy powder is working," Hank
says
          The Sheriff takes off his clothes and lays them on
a chair. Standing in just his boots and hat. His cock is
sticking straight out thick with veins running along the
sides. His balls hang down in their sack and the sheriff is
looking down with pride on his equipment.
     "Lord will you look at that. I know that dick of mine
was big but it never looked this big before, you got a tape
measure Hank?" Sheriff Evans says
     "Clarence, get me that tape measure and will size this
bad boy up," Hank says
     Clarence walks over to a drawer and brings back a tape
measure. Getting on his knees in front of the Sheriff,
Clarence pulls the tape measure out and measures the length
of the cock. Then he wraps the tape measure around the cock
and measures the width.
     "Can you believe that? Why that salami is nine inches
long and five inches around," Clarence says
     "You know I'm feeling kind of strange? It looks like a
blue light in this trailer," Sheriff Evans says
     "That's the Gypsy powder working its magic Sheriff.
Careful now you might want to steal a chicken," Hank says
     "Damn, I'm feeling real horny, Clarence your hand on my
cock sure feels good how about jerking on it some?" Sheriff
Evans says
     "Like this Sheriff? You want me to stroke on that big
fucking cock of yours Sheriff? Man you sure have a nice big
hard dick here. Yes Sir. Mind if I just suck on it? Clarence
says
     "Shit no, Clarence, you suck on that cock of mine all
you want, damn don't that feel good? My balls are aching I
think I'm going to blow a load in your mouth, Oh fuck yeah,
suck that dick. Suck my fucking dick. Yeah, suck me. Oh,
fuck yeah."
     Sheriff Evans blows a load in Clarence mouth and keeps
shoving his cock down his throat. His dick never gets soft
and the Sheriff is still pumping into Clarence who's sucking
the cock to the root. Hank gets behind the Sheriff and
starts licking his ass. Hank shoves his tongue up the hole
of Sheriff Evans and rims him real good.
     "Damn, don't that feel fucking good. Jesus, I'm going
to blow another wad, mother fucking Christ almighty."
     Sheriff Evans cock is still hard and pumping jizz while
outside Billy Joe is looking around for Jake.
     "Hey, Will where the hell is everybody, don't they know
we have a show to put on tonight?" Billy Joe says
     "Shit Billy Joe, Hank and Clarence took the Sheriff
into their trailer and gave him some Viagra they got from
that chemist fellow?" Will says
      "You mean the one they tied up and left with that huge
dildo in him?" Billy Joe says
     "Yeah, he gave them a couple of pounds of that powder"
Will says
     "Where the hell is Jake then?" Billy Joe says
     "He has that good looking priest in his trailer. I
wouldn't disturb Jake right now. I think there talking
things over if you know what I mean," Will says
     "We better get that sign out and see who we can bring
in for the show tonight don't' you think Will?" Billy Joe
says.
     Billy Joe and Will go into one of the trucks and pull
out this sign attached to two big post. They dig the holes
and place the sign in position. Standing back they take a
look at the sign
WANTED YOUNG STRONG MEN FOR TRAINING WILL PAY HANDSOMELY.
     "That should do the trick. It always works in these bum
fuck towns to draw them in," Billy Joe says.
     Jake has been screwing Dan nice and slow when Danny
wakes up from passing out. His legs are spread open and his
cock is leaking on the mattress. Jake has stuffed one of his
used jocks in the priest mouth and has been whispering in
his ear what a good fuck he is. Danny comes around and feels
Jakes cock shoved up his butt. Jake has loosened the ass so
that it no longer fights the invading cock.
     "That's it Danny boy, hump my fucking dick in your cock
hungry hole babe," Jake says.
     Jake takes the jock out of his Danny's mouth and lets
him sniff at it.
     "Oh, Jake fuck me. Fuck me Jake, oh god that feels
good, fuck me please don't take it out," Danny says
     "You like that cock in you Danny boy, you like being my
whore? Want to sniff my jocks do you? Want me to fuck your
hole all the time I bet? Raise your ass up for me Danny. Get
that fucking whore ass up so I can pound the hell out of you
slut. Yeah that's it you fuck, smell my old jocks; get them
wet with your tongue you whore. Yeah, spread that whole wide
for me I'm going to pound some meat in that hole of yours
Danny"
     "Your jocks smell so good Jake, can I have one? Let me
wear your jock while you fuck your bitch Jake. Let me spread
my legs for you to fuck me. Please Jake, please?
     "You want my cock in you all the time don't you slut.
You want me so bad
You'll do whatever I say won't you bitch?"
     "Yes Jake anything, I'll do whatever you say Jake. Just
fuck me, oh god it feels so good. I'm a cock whore Jake. I'm
your cockhound whore who will do anything for you Jake."
     "I thought so slut, I have some plans for you, you're
going to love."
     Jake drills Danny's ass deep over and over. Danny is
thrashing around; drool is running out of his mouth, his ass
is humping up to meet Jakes pounding cock. He can't get
enough of that huge fucking dick drilling his hole. Dan
whimpers and cries for more cock, sniffing on Jakes used
pile of old jocks. Jake looks over at the clock and sees
that he needs to get things ready for tonight. He decides to
sperm in Dan's ass and let him lay there in his pile of
jocks while he tends to business. He has plans for Father
Dan and that hot tight hole.


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