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Subject: Bull and two boys 11 – Mitch pays Jeff a visit Here is the next installment of Bull and two boys. In it you will follow the saga of a strapping young man blessed and cursed with a cock of Brobdingnagian proportions as he finds adventure and comes to understand and relish his nature as a hard man of sometimes sex and sometimes violence. A born conqueror of men, he will battle his way through picaresque exploits from young marine to for-hire mercenary, to Montana state trooper and back to his first love, ranch hand on his father’s cattle and horse spread in the Seely-Swan valley of western Montana. As he does he will experience many adventures with unruly natives, local men, snooty CA liberal scum invading his beautiful state, condescending eastern tourists and gay boys looking for fun after a pride march. This is fiction, though often based on many of my own experiences – literary-ized, so to speak – and is not meant for anything other than pleasant day-dreaming over a good cigar for the rare ubermen and popper for the plentiful untermench in this PC world of ours. Cigars help make a man a man, and I suggest you � hunters – give em a try. Just chawing is plenty enough � gets yer head spinnin and the rest of you rarin for action. They are the best high and incitement to vigorous activity/mastery known. Let the bottom boys do their poppers, you Men, give a big black,strong stogie a try. If you like this story and want more, let me know. Might make it available in novella form privately (maybe more violent) as it’s been re-written so many times after being posted on Nifty. And, writing of Nifty, this tale and all the others are only possible when you fags cough up the dough to keep it goin. So, contribute and contribute plenty – today. For top men, fergit it, only the fags should pay. That’s an order! Bull and two boys. 11 � Mitch pays Jeff a visit. Mitch found out sooner than he had expected about fast-approaching bachelor days for Jeff when his ex called. `Hiya baby!’ in a playful Montana drawl. `Mitchell, I’m not your wife anymore.’ `Mrs. Osgood, ma’am???? That suit you better ba…’ What can I do for you Mrs. Osgood.’ `You bastard,’ as they both laughed. `Mitch, I’m taking the boys to Idaho; dad took ill and mom’s worried. I know this sounds idiotic, but…’ `Yeah, I’ll look in on Jeff now and then to see that everything is OK. There been some break-ins in your area, and I don’t think Jeffrey wud be much use in a crisis.’ `Oh Mitch, can’t you just forget that we were married and give the poor guy a break once in a while?’ `Fergit! No, Ellen I can’t, and I bet you can’t neither’ `neither’ sliding off quietly with the meaning clear to both. `You are always talking about that God or yours and he is also my God. He preaches mercy and gentleness and kindness, of turning the other cheek, Mitch!’ Ready to puke from listening to her prattle on in the string of never-ending clich�s and fortune cookie maxims women and weak men always fall for. The Greeks were entirely right to lock their women up in their own quarters to tend house and raise men’s sons while men hung with men. That’s the only thing he admired in the disgustingly ugly moslem scum that he sometimes saw preaching about America this and America that on TV. As she blabbered on, he tuned out as he had his boys when they went off on their childish dream-world fantasies. He thought `NO, God is the terrible Lord of Battle and I am one of his anointed Berserkers!’ But to her it was an occasional, `yeah’ and `sure.’ The whole thing was irritating and he ended the last affirmation of her superior understanding of the subject with a parody in faggy sing-song, `sure BABY, yer right, yer always right.’ Long pause and he could just see her tapping a little foot, pissed. `Thanks Mitch…’ And she went on yacking. Friendly goodbyes. Hummmmm. I ask you, what low dog would take advantage of this? Any self-respecting one, and Mitchell was a low dog with a lot of self-respect, you might even call it arrogance and you’d be right to do so. They left next evening with Jeff dutifully seeing them off. Doing his daily chores of writing out speeding citations, a long day ended and on Thursday evening he found himself only a few blocks from their place. Ellen asked me to look in. `She fuckin asked me! I’ll look in.’ A booming at the door had Jeff there lickety-split. Mitch filled the threshold. Silence… `Ain’t ya gonna ask me in?’ After an especially bone crushing handshake they sat there, silent, across from each other. Mitch was relaxed and supple, Jeff rigid, nervous and actively avoiding eye contact. Mitch stood up and glanced around. Jeff liked to draw, and some of his work was on the wall. Looking closer, he muttered, ‘damn, he’s good.’ ‘Got a beer?’ `Yes, of course Mitchell, I’ll get you one. Jeff returned and back they sat. Slowing kocaeli escort drinking his brew, he idly fished a big cigar out of his trooper blouse. `Ah, Mitchell, there is no smoking in our house.’ Looking straight in Jeff’s browns with his piercing blues, Mitch lit his cigar. `If she should ask about it, tell her � `A MAN came to see ya.’ “Man’ was almost spat out. `She’ll know it t’was me.’ `So, how’s married life goin, Jeff?’ as Mitch enjoyed the conversation and started to sprawl out, yanking the coffee table to the side with his right boot, them dropping it with a bang on the expensive piece of furniture. Jeff’s eyes followed the dirty book to their resting place. `Yeah, I’m jus one o them Montana bulls. The job Jeff-boy, the job. It makes big demands on a MAN’ Long silence as Mitch enjoyed his stogie and brew. `Ah, everything is just fine Mitchell, fine.’ `You bein good to my ex-wife?’. Ex growled. `Yes, of course.’ `How my kids coming along?’ `my’ decisively stressed. Jeff was squirming. `Got any decent booze?’ Without answering Jeff went to get the booze. While he was in the kitchen, Mitch stood again and went back to look closer at the drawings, nodding in appreciation. ‘Seems the twirp is good for something after all,’ he thought as he sat back down. Jeff returned with a good scotch and started pouring. When he stopped Mitch ironically tapped the glass to the bottle rim, and Jeff poured some more. Mitch tipped it up at a jaunty angle in a condescendingly fake toast as he smiled a snarky smile. Still eye to eye, Mitch enjoyed his booze and cigar. Jeff sat back down. Face to face again, Mitch outright sneered as the pulsing testosterone started to get the better of him. He was boiling with childishly jealous fury because Ellen has chosen Jeff for very good, very large reasons. This guy had done nothing to him. `My kids too much for ya? `An awful big handful, eh Jeff, ol’ buddy?’ Getting comfortable, Mitch spread his legs more, his big cock and balls hugged tight by his Trooper drawers. `Big boys, my boys. They’ll grow to be big MEN, like their daddy, again with the stress on men. Spreading more, his hog shifted and slid against his bull balls. Reaching down to scratch them, `you got a good ball scratcher, Jeff?’ Pale anyway, Jeff’s went white. You could feel that testosterone and fear. Throwing down the scotch, Mitch eyed Jeff. `How bout servin me another drink � eh Jeff?’ stress on `serve.’ Eye to eye again, Jeff poured, his hand shaking so hard Mitch had to wrap a fist around it as the scotch splashed, bottle trembling. Squeezing tighter, he moved Jeff’s crushed wrist and hand to the side table, The bottle slammed down with a bang. Mitch wasn’t smiling around his cigar anymore. Squeezing and twisting the wrist, `and she preferred you to me! Women ain’t capable of making them decisions. Emotional children they are, and they need a firm hand and MAN over em, jes like their kids do.’ Jeff flashed red; struggling he freed his wrist and both men stood to their feet. Taking a swing Baldric could handle, `no spunk in ya a’tall, boy,’ as he swatted it away with an open palm. Little fist connected with open hand with a loud swack. Chawing down hard, Mitch punched him in the gut with one, and as Jeff began to sink, laid a side-winder to his head with t’other fist. He went down like a slaughter-house calf coming to rest flopped back on the chair. `Yer a good feminist then, eh, Jeffie?’ With a trickle of blood slowly running from split lip down his chin, `Of course! What sane man wouldn’t be?’ Mitch laughed, `men got to be in control, or the world goes to hell. Look at you little guy, might as well be a gelding. Yer scared shitless an too much a coward to do anything bout it.’ Knowing from Ellen that Jeff was, yep, the product of a single mother, he viciously ended with, ‘You don’t even know who yer real father is, do ya boy?’ Jeff lost it – he was scared shitless, but was no coward – `You fucking cowboy garbage from this lousy state.’ Mitch went white with fury. `You bet I am, boy � a fucking cowboy. Yer about to find that out.’ Dragging him to the bedroom, he wrestled Jeff down and stripped him. In shock his ex-wife’s husband stood back up. Nice put together he was, looking much better than normal with his cheeks flamed with color, and an average cut cock limp below. Laughing, Mitch walked over as he unzipped and worked his fine piece out as it swayed down the front of his uniform. Chuckling at Jeff’s astonished reaction, the big guy lifted Jeff so they were cock to cock. `Reach down and feel who wins the MAN contest. Do it! Fucker! Smooth hands worked down the big body over the heavy twill of the shirt. `Keep goin boy, yer getting there.’ Going south through the thick hair exploding out of the stretched fly, those hands reached the big guy’s big cock. Hand darıca escort a bit more than half way round, he squeezed. Jeff’s pecker was small in comparison even as it started to stiffen. Smirking at the boner Jeff was springing, Mitch stripped. Hairy big man on one side, smooth average one on the other. Mitch took Jeff’s soft, desk job hand in his and put in on his cock, wrapping the fingers around it so firmly the guy winched again. `We both know who’s the better man, don’t we Jeff? We both know why I’m here, don’t we? `Yes.’ `Yes?’ `Yes Sir.’ `Much better � boy. Now make me feel good.’ Not knowing how, Mitch grabbed flaxen hair and yanked his face to his steaming crotch, stinking of a hot day’s work. `Kiss it, lick it, suck it boy. Git all that rank man grime offa me.’ It was turgid now and Mitch started beating him across his face with it, hard, then harder. Jerking Jeff forward, big cock shoved into small mouth. Jeff bucked like a bronc. Mitch held him motionless and alternated hands, only one needed to force Jeff to comply. Watching with deep satisfaction, his fuckin weapon sank deeper, shark-eyes above glittering as his rammed home. Chawing that strong stogie, he was in bliss feeling Jeff’s throat contracting and massaging his weapon and drifted off into his dreams. Slowly becoming aware that Jeff’s useless fists were beating on his gut, he snickered and inched out. Ropes of throat slobber hung in strands, linking dripping cock to distended little lips. `What me to dress and go, Jeffie?’ Long, long pause with Jeff eye-level with big, hard Montana cock. `No.’ With a satisfied grunt, back in the big cock went as ex made present husband a cock-sucker. One leg easy on the edge of the bed, Jeff’s head against the headboard, Mitch drove his piece in and out of throat. Hearing gagging and choking was real pleasing, and the more desperate he sounded, the harder, deeper and meaner he hammered. Jeff was flopping all around Mitch’s ram as the big guy began to ejaculate. Closing his eyes, chawing hard, he pumped seed into Jeff’s stomach. Staying firmly implanted Mitch enjoyed Jeff’s throat as it gurgled and gagged, puking and sucking while he swallowed and swallowed. Normally he would have begun to soften, but as he watched Jeff’s stretched lips sliding on his slicked shaft, he stayed steel-hard. He had never stopped fucking Jeff’s throat and now picked up the pace again, his hog hot and heavy from what he saw and felt. Fucking away, enjoying that tight, tight throat, Mitch nailed him. When he pulled back or out, Jeff reached up to pull it back in his mouth. To the balls in one thrust, Mitch stopped and thought about how good life is, and how fine it was to live up to his name and conquer! As he though, he kept grinding his loins into Jeff’s totally impaled throat. Deep growls and the slobbery gurgling of his new boy-toy were accompanied by louder and louder banging as Mitch did the final hammering against the headboard. `Take it boy, serve the MAN!’ Bending down he raised Jeff’s spunk smeared face. With a boyish grin, he wiped a big hand across it, then pulled him up by his armpit. Tossing him over one shoulder, Mitch carried Jeff up to the bedroom. The bedroom that used to be his and his wife’s and was now Jeff’s and his EX wife’s. Neither resisting nor squirming, in a daze, he just hung swaying till deposited on the bed, belly down. Lifting Jeff’s firm, rounded butt to the right height, he moved his glowering weapon all-round the rosy hole. The big cock was sticky with thick throat slobber and rich creamy semen, and sliding back the hood so the knob was exposed seated himself in a new boy-pussy. The usual desperate attempts to pull off were ignored, and occasionally jetting a wad of gob, he just kept working it in. No begging, no pleading, only groans and sobs from his prey. `This is what yer wife took a thousand time, Jeff. Her pussy stretched real tight around it. Even after my 3 big babies I cud never get but meebe a third in. Only left me cuz of what yer feelin in yer gut, boy. But, yer gonna take it boy, all of it.’ With that and a series of practiced rams, he felt his balls come to rest on Jeff’s ass. Jeff’s head was crushed into the bed as Mitch fucked him, with every thrust savoring what he was doing in making his woman’s unworthy husband learn his place. Reaching between Jeff’s legs the cock was now tiny, flopping flaccidly like a kids. It was natural, must be killing him with that battering ram, which kept on battering. `Planted two loads of MAN seed in yer stomach Jeffie, now here’s another in yer pussy,’ and slamming him across the bed, deposited another hot flood of spunge. Letting go of his hips, Jeff slowly slid off. Mitch watched intently as inch by inch of tree-trunk came out from between stretched man-pussy. Crawling down off the gölcük escort beg and trying to find his clothes all over the floor, he was yanked up and thrown back on the bed. `Ain’t half done wit you yet.’ Grabbing him roughly he wound his arms around and held tight. Now, go to sleep. I’ll let ya know when I need ya.’ When he awoke during the night, coming back from pissing, he mounted Jeff again and rode him long. Again they slept, again he woke and as dawn was breaking fucked him missionary. Like most of t`others, Jeff had long forgotten the pain. His cock was back to normal average guy size, hard and throbbing, and he came, again like most of the others, with the most powerful orgasm of his life, shooting spunk all over his smooth chest and face. Snapping his fingers, Jeff crouched in front of the now standing man. Throwing him a towel Mitch buttoned his shirt watching as Jeff carefully cleaned his piece. Finishing dressing Mitch pondered, `cudda pissed in his mouth number o times…cudda had him suck me clean. Now why didn’t I do that??’ Uneasily chalking it up to a weird kind of respect for the mother of his sons, he shrugged as Jeff just sat there on the floor. Full Trooper, he dropped to a knee at Jeff’s eye-level and in a pleasant tone of voice told him, `Everything will appear the same boy. When I come over, we’ll be great pals. You’ll bring me a beer and we’ll talking boxing or rodeo…oh, yeah, we won’t do that now will we?’ Slow dazed nod. `When we meet as church dinners or at a party, will be the same thing � smiles and friendship. But all the time, every time we are together right in front of my and your eyes � in pictures of fire – will be last night and this morning. I made you my cock-sucker twice boy, and I fucked yer ass 3 times more, fillin you with my seed.’ Taking one of Jeff’s soft, weak hands he placed it on the front of his trousered crotch and moved it up and down. `And, you liked it! Didn’t you, boy?’ Looking us and blushing scarlet, his now unforced hand still moving over the mountain of man meat in the drawers, `yes sir, I did.’ With an affectionate, but stinging slap to the side of his face, Mitch ended growling, `I’ll be back, boy, I’ll be back.’ Ginishing up by strapping his gun to his hip and moving to go he stopped as Jeff began to cry. It was like a knife to his heart. Freezing in place, sickened, he thought of what he had done. Turning, Mitch walked back and sank down on this ass next to Jeffrey. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling a blanket from the bed and gently wrapping him in it, Mitch held him, gently stroking his hair and cheek. ‘I’m sorrier than I ever been in my whole sorry life Jeffrey. I’m a fuckin animal. I’ll do whatever it is I can to make this up to ya, and try to win yer forgiveness. A forgivenss I don’t and can’t deserve.’ Jeff stopped crying, ‘Mitchell, or do you want me to call you… ‘Mitchell is fine Jeff. Does it hurt bad Jeff?’ ‘No, Mitchell, well, yes it hurts like hell, but, also.’ ‘Also what, Jeffrey.’ ‘I have never felt so good or so alive. It was, well…,’ and blushing finished in almost a whisper, ‘thrilling. And when you held me in those great hairy arms of yours I slept like a baby, only to be awakened to more…’ ‘You sweet, generous fella,’ Mitch murmured as he caressed the poor battered guy. ‘Sure yer OK?’ came out with no snark a’tall. ‘Yes, I’m OK.’ ‘Think you can show me some of yer drawings?’ Jeff was astonished that the big buiser had even noticed and they both stood up and walked out to look. ‘Mitch had a good eye and always, since his earliest days, had benn intoxicated by beauty. Jeff’s drawings were beautiful. Montana vistas, local people out shopping, street corner life, men doing men things and rodeo guys. He especially like the rodeo pictures and hung long over them, one arm loose around Jeff’s shoulders as he told him how talented he was; that he was a real artist. Glowing from the praise and the strong arm around him, he replied quietly, ‘I thought I did the rodeo pictures because the..your boys, wanted me to take them there, but now I see it was the men and what they do that interested me.’ They looked at all Jeff’s work together for a long time. ‘Do you want to put, or try to put, this behind us, Jeffrey?’ ‘No, MItchell I don’t, I don’t.’ He felt Mitchells arm tighten around him. ‘Good bo.. I don’t want to either Jeff.’ Mitch bent down and kissed him as tenderly as he had ever kissed anyone, or, at least, as tenderly as he had Bruce.’ Helping Jeff tidy up, they moved towards the front door. With comforting caresses and sighs, they parted, colossal state Trooper and the husband of his ex-wife. With one last kiss, Mitch almost whispered, ‘I said ‘I’ll be back, boy, I’ll be back.’ I meant it mean then. Now, it’s hopeful and with a gentle heart.’ ‘Please Mitch, not too gentle.’ They both smiled, and Mitch left. Walking slowly to his cruiser, he somberly reflected. He came that night to humilate and break Jeff. And now, his fine ex-wife’s husband was his lover – one of two. Bruce was coming home in a few days.

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