The Novice
Cont'd

by Nigel Kent

Sydney, sometime during January, about 10 years later.

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The neon lights of King's Cross always seemed to gleam and glimmer brighter after there had been a heavy downpour of rain, and the street-wise, hustle and bustle of a crowd, almost came to a surprising standstill, heads-turning at the fascinating yet near outrageous appearance of the twins, now more brutally masculine in their appearance and better looking than ever, as they slowly progressed side by side, cruising at a snail's pace thru the Cross on their machines.

Their final destination was the "Sydney-Siders" meeting place, where the only criteria to be a member was that you had to be first and foremost a totally no-holds- barred, depraved, lust-crazed sexual pervert. There was no place for any type of prejudice, what-so-ever.

Judging by its appearance and the rejected and discarded paraphernalia that still lay about, clearly, it had at one time been used as a metal foundry and had been chosen particularly for the rough ambience of the place, also as luck would have it, the property belonged to one of the founder members.

Over one hundred years of dirt and blackened grime covered the sturdy sandstone archway that they now passed thru.

A large sign, in bold, red on black lettering, relaying the message in frank brutality, "KEEP OUT ...THIS MEANS YOU", was attached across the electrically controlled gates and they purred their bikes across the rutted and muddy forecourt, parking them side by side, along side an incredible variety of fifteen or so machines already standing there.

Aggressive "Heavy-Metal music" blasted them as they entered thru the sliding doors of the delapidated and decaying corrugated-iron factory building, YEAH, this was indeed the headquarters of the "Sydney-Siders" motor club.

These horny, sex-crazed men, more like wild animals than men, were curious to say the least, could easily have been mistaken for "extras" from the "MAD MAX" film series, were definitely homosexual, but due to the rough and tough images of their leather gear, heavy lusty packets, bulging hard and way up-front, their astonishing variety of tattoos and scars that they had each contrived, somehow not appearing to be so, almost as if they were in denial, in fact the question of being gay or not was never voiced.

No, they were just an extremely rough bunch of free-spirited, consensual guys whose masculinity seemed to be extraordinarily exaggerated and whose sexual perversions, appetites and interests had brought them together and that who literally lived for deeply founded experimental sex which at times verged very close on the criminal, but it is well to state, not quite.

There was absolutely no doubt about their comraderie and one could say, "they wore their anarchism on their sleeves".

Raucous, hollering and whooping applause broke out as the twins entered and made their appearance and this was due to the initial obligatory sexual performance that they had given three nights back, YEAH, they were now definitely accepted as one of the "GUYS".

THIS, WAS INDEED HOME.

Spontaneous laughter broke from the two at such an accolade and they stood just briefly before joining in with that jostling, boisterous, cheering throng. What a welcomed sight they made for that perverted crowd. These two exhibitionists, standing, legs planted firm with a confident stance, their filthy and stained greasy jeans, roughly patched and very ragged, especially about their crotches, showing off and emphasizing their heavy packets of man-meat. Apart from the occasional jock-strap, they still chose to wear nothing underneath. Their well and truly beaten-up, fringed, leather motor-cycle jackets slung over their shoulders which revealed sections of their matching tatoos. Hard-battered, "1st World War", German army helmets topped-off their get-up.

Clancy, a natural born leader, hailed by all of the guys, was a guest visitor from the far "out-back", down in "the big smoke" on a recruiting mission for his encampment and it fell to him to present the brothers with their newly won trophies, the club colours, a large almost circular back patch, with the logo "S-S" in silver, dominating the colourful central shield, which they would affix to their jackets with some considerable pride later.

Settling in and with a couple of beers under the belt, no urging was necessary for them to take to giving a show. Barry of course, still naturally taking the lead. No sooner thought of, than it was done and begun, flinging their helmets and jackets down, had stripped off their jeans, and apart from boots were completely naked, and what a stunning sight, this fantastic pair of identical very well-endowed, handsome bodies made for this depraved and perverted sex-hungry crowd of men.

YEAH, two naked studs, standing proud for all to see, their well and truly battered and bruised bodies that showed evidence now of permanent scarrings and welts across their ass's and backs. Their tits, urgently erect, seeming to bristle with excitement and showing signs of a great amount of use, of being sucked and worked-on, looking more like small stiff cocks than nipples and of course proudly, blatently, showing that their packets were totally shaved to completely hairless. Heavy leather cockstraps, now permanently worn, bound tightly around their packets, pronouncing their thickly hooded and heavily veined dicks which also showed signs of a great amount of abuse and magnificent stretched foreskins that had been so sucked, chewed and stretched, so stretched that they kind of flopped and that they now enveloped the dick-heads totally when they were fully erect.

Selecting two of the many heavy rusted chains that hung from ceiling to floor, Barry beckoned to Clancy and in the midst of the crowd upon a make-shift stage, its floor covered with a large sheet of extremely heavy tarpaulin that was piss and cum saturated, they expertly strung Bruno up by his wrists with thickly oiled leather thongs, spread-eagled fashion.

Barry, now faced his brother, eye to eye, while Clancy who was quite a stocky guy and a veteran pumper, groped at his surprisingly showy, heavy bulging packet of his filthy oil-stained camouflage fatigues, ripped his flies open and yanked it out, his fat and pump-swollen dick out, but leaving his rocks trapped, well and truly tight between his legs and jacked firmly on himself as he took hold of a long leather cat and slowly and steadily started to lay into Bruno's back and ass. Barry stepped even nearer to his brother, then tightly snapped a large, long, greasy, leather ball stretcher, securing and entrapping their two ball-sacs downwards, tightly together, their balls seeming to almost pop, quickly bulging, bright dark red and shining, then started hard to jack on his own thick dick-shaft and with stiffened bulging dick-head to dick-head, piss-slit to piss-slit, eased and worked his generous foreskin over his brother's dick’s nob, rolling it backwards and forwards.

Clancy now set up a good whipping rythm, as he jacked himself stiffer and stiffer while Barry took a good firm grip then started more seriously, very slowly at first, to hand-fuck and jack-off the two dicks, rolling foreskins over dick-nobs, rolling and jacking from one to the other, rolling them together, rolling his foreskin back and forth and over and over, hand-fucking and jacking.

“OH YEAH MATE, THEY’D TAUGHT THEMSELVES WELL, TO STRETCH THE SCENE OUT AND KEEP IT A’GOING!”

‘Twas like they had one big fat continual dick, and this throbbing dick that went from crotch to crotch of the two swaying and gyrating bodies of the two brothers, as Clancy's steady whipping took momentum.

Nobs buried, piss-slit to piss-slit deep within the rolling heavy foreskins, pre-cum juices oozing, sleazing-nob-to-nob, the thick rolling flesh of brother to brother, wanked and being worked. One being whipped as their balls tugged hard and fast with every swaying, shuddering movement and with heavy relentless hand-fucking, the whipping sets up a-pace as Clancy gets even further into his rythm jacking harder on his tool and now harder on his fat stiffened tool and then the chanting, almost solemn chanting, beginning, that lust-crazed crowd wanting flesh.

"WHIP...WHIP...FUCK HIS DICK...WHIP...WHIP...WHIP THOSE FUCKERS ...WHIP...WHIP...WHIP THEIR DICKS...FUCK THOSE SHITS...WHIP...WHIP...WHIP THOSE BUGGERS...WHIP THEM GOOD...WHIP THOSE ANIMALS HARD AND GOOD...and on and on".

Suddenly a single voice bellowed out, "I'll beat those buggers bloody raw, I'll beat those guys and they'll scream for more".

Ben, wearing well and truly battered and scarred leather jeans that had seen better days, was a proud, roughly bearded, great bear of a guy, flung himself out of that heaving, horny crowd of animals-no-longer-men, heavily man-handling his fat, also pumped, rigid-stiff stubb of a tool, sticking straight out of his ripped and gaping flies, with is bulging, curling foreskin, rolling heavy, ribbon-dripping, oozing pre-cum and his swinging balls, like great enormous rocks, closely encased in a roughly studded leather bag.

Now more like a circus ring than ever, Clancy and now Ben, sort of danced and circled about the brothers, whipping, not quite in unison and the crowd of guys bellowing stronger than they had before but no longer were they chanting. The crowd, beside-themselves, lust-crazed and baying, all were at it, groping at their packets and dick after dick was being hauled out, YEAH, all were now in earnest, all manner of dicks were out allover the place. Cut and uncut, veined and smooth, dry and greasy, YEAH, all manner of rooters were sticking proudly out.

Suddenly a roaring, gutteral, screaming, bestial sound came thundering from deep within the twins, together, their balls began exploding, their rushing cum-shooting loads beginning to fire from deep within their bonded ball-sacs, trapped and stretched in black and greasy leather and hungrily they started to eat at each other's mouths, tongue-sucking in deep the spittle of the other as their shooting spasms began, spunk roaring, firing along and thru their heavy veined, rampant stiff, crotch to crotch fisted dick and they both began to shoot their loads in gasping screaming spasms, loads and loads of thick white loads of spunk, creamy, shooting loads of cum and it gushed and splattered thru the clenched fist of Barry's hand, gushing and splish-splashing down to the floor and they kissed and sucked on each other's gobbling mouths, eating spit and sucking each other's gasping breath.

Quick as a flash, Ben grabbed Barry's hands and strung them up with his brother's, their balls left alone, still secured and trapped and strapped together, with their still dripping tools, still firmly bloated sort of swaying now, their cum-drenched foreskins flopping heavy and low over dick nobs and in slow motion, dicks sort of swaying now. Now here they hung, two guys as one, strung up to chains and exhausted, ready, with the jacking, wanking crowd leering, jeering, cheering wanting more and falling into yet another chant.

"WHIP THEM...WHIP THEM...FUCK THOSE BUGGERS...WHIP AND FUCK THEM...FUCK THEM DEEP...ROOT THOSE ASS'S...ROOT AND STUFF YER DICKS IN THEM...YEAH...STUFF YER DICKS RIGHT UP IN THEM...and on and on and on".

Both Clancy and Ben, both pumping enthusiasts, had good and fat and mighty heavy stiffs, ready, YEAH, ready to root with. YEAH, two poles, two fat poles of tools, RAMPANT-ROOTER'S-TOOLS, being worked and jacked as they beat those ass's, two ready ass's, two hungry quivering ass's wanting dick right in, YEAH, all the way in.

Now two dicks were aimed, Clancy ready for Bruno and Ben for the other, aimed and poking, stroking now, these nobs of dicks were poking now and easing in, were thrust right in.

Tangled arms were now at work groping, grabbing at those stretched and stiffened dick-like tits. Clancy grabbing his opposite, Barry's and Ben the other's tits and there they were these four guys with tits manhandled and dicks inside.

Two tools, now stuffing holes right up to their hilts, relentless, pounding beginning and rooting and ramming their two fuckees, these two fuck'n fuckers were fucking ass-holes well and good, the brother's squirming bodies as the tools drove deep, thrusting in and yanking out, great fat dicks having a good old Aussie root, ramming at these fuck-holes, these two brother's ass-holes, YEAH, fucking them raw, ramming and rooting these two ass-holes raw, with their bloodied raw tits, stretched to more like dicks, and their squirming bodies as they ass-ate those tools, inside and their chests pushing out as their tits were worked and screwed, the lust growing pain was the central core of this group.

FOUR GUYS NOW AS ONE.

Ben, grunting and growling, stomping his boots first, then Clancy began and the roaring down deep of the beasts that were inside, spunk rushing their balls were beginning to fire, red hot man-lava burning ass-fuck-holes dark places, cum shooting and burning all the hidden spaces, as these two rooters were shooting and working tits raw-er, four men were screaming, lust ridden and screaming as the bellowing of beasts and the last shuddering spasms of cum firing dicks, tits now free of their torment and free of the groping and the two fucker's tools were yanked out in the open.

Applause broke suddenly from that boisterous crowd, dancing around on the cum sodden floor and our heroes were laughing, laughing themselves sick as they reached for their beers, guys wanting to study those ass's fuck-stretched wide open and the brothers obliged and all could see, that wanted to see the cum dribbling out, oozing out down their legs, then they pulled on their jeans, their raggedy jeans, their flies gaping wide with their packets bulging out for they were ready now to be well and truly sucked these brother's, their tools were rampant again, heavy hooded and stiff and sticking straight out and on went the scene, that sexual scene for hour on hour and nobody cared, their lust-ridden bodies were not to be spared.

No, not this time, or ever again.

Clancy always went to Ben's place when he was down in ‘THE SMOKE‘, indulging themselves with very advanced and heavy pumping sessions. Ben had taken quite a shine to the brothers so he and Clancy decided to introduce the brothers to pumping, both Barry and Bruno immediately jumped at it, fuck'n great, the idea of having great swollen dicks like Ben's and Clancy's really turned their over-perverted minds inside out, they both keenly jumped at the offer and so the four of them bad farewell, if only temporary, to their mates of the "S-S".

It was now just two hours later and they were on the outskirts of the city, parking their bikes in a shaded lane by the side of Ben's isolated, traditional colonial homestead, the farm had long gone and only a few free acres remained, allowing Ben the privacy that he required for his anarchic life-style.

One of the local sheilas tended to some of Ben's domestic needs and it was she that Ben arranged for the brothers, to have their colours affixed to their jackets.

Bare chested, wearing only pants and boots, they each took with them a crate of beer and entered thru a stout door at the bottom of the cellar steps, into a very impressive and spacious room equipped with every sexual device imaginable. Ben refused point blank of calling it a play-room and referred to it simply, as THE PUMP-ROOM.

[Ben was in fact a pumping aficionado and often had some blokes, as he thought of them, HIS FRATERNITY, about the place pumping and engorging their packets, they came not only from allover Australia, but also guys from the States and Europe were frequent visitors].

Assorted tables and chairs stood about and crowded shelves lined two of the walls. There on one of them, lined up like soldiers were some of his cylinders of every variety available, arranged in calibrated sizes, many of which were greasy and quite obviously recently used, others lay about the place, just waiting to be used. Towels were in abundance and pots of grease stood within easy reach. Two very wide divans and a television with video recorder made up the remainder of the furniture.

Each of the four were now armed with a beer and settled themselves comfortably in a way that anyone of them could openly perve on the bulging packets of the other three. This was the kind of sport, this perving shit, that they definitely loved to indulge themselves in. All of their dicks began responding, tightening up and hard and their balls as usual began to burn yet once again with lust. Ben was the first to drag his leathers off, his tool springing up with its sudden release and he slapped a great dollop of grease on his tool and worked it vigorously, then selecting a cylinder thrust his tool inside.

One CLICK!, as he attached the pump, then rapidly with the vacuum, drawing his dickhead, naked, swelling fat and juicy, in there, inside. Clancy was the next to follow, ripping off his fatigues and greased his packet completely, stuffing first his balls and then forced his dick down deep, into a two-stage tube, just one pull on the pump and instantly his whole packet drew foreward on down into the confines of his chosen tube.

The brothers, who had had some pumping experiences before, now began together, removed their cock-straps and now letting fall their jeans and with their tools hard sticking, YEAH, sticking straight out, greased each other up and shoved tubes upon each others stiffened, greasy dicks, CLICK!, CLICK!, pulling handles firm and sure and set to pumping hard and now all four with their dicks encased in these wonderful, ingenuous cylinders, slowly but quite strenuously, began to pump, each egging the other on and the session was on and had begun.

This powerful suction, stretching and straining at their much used flesh, fattening those tools to much dreamed of proportions.

The dicks confined and slowly, sliding fatter and bulging tight and tighter, hard, wormed hard along those greasy tubes. Now together, they all applied more pressure, dragging fat dick-nobs further and even fatter and the shafts were stuffing full, YEAH, those greasy tubes were filling full and then easing off but just for an instance and then again, pump, ONE...TWO...THREE and all together their dicks plunged foreward, were jumping and sliding and dragging and stuffing those cylinders, well and truly full. They pumped at first for a full half hour before they released those tools of theirs and then the release, SHIT!, what a relief to release that pressure, shit man, look at our dicks and all that pleasure.

["Man, it was fuck'n heaven, the way our tools flopped out of those tubes, big fat and flopping tools, but easy to stiffen and to wank on them", Barry, thinking back, had said to Ben when they left his place].

Clancy's balls were now so huge and his dick, thick and fuck'n fat and they talked of their cruising and with their packets like that, so fat and bulging, they would certainly turn heads, now they all went again, down into the tubes but this time was different with the dolloping of grease, allover their packets and in went their balls and their dicks followed thru, for each had stuffed themselves into two-stage tubes.

Around a low table they all sat with their knees spreading wide and the stuffed tubes sticking straight out and the ends of their tubes resting on the table, now mesmerizing them all, watching, perving on each other's packets grow and fatten-full and sleazing with their dripping dicks sticking out like that, dripping into those stuffed and greasy cylinders and their balls becoming rocks, rock hard and hardened, lust, stuffed good and proper. The tingling sensation growing even more, now into pain of a sort and they knew that their dick-flesh was stretching and thickening again. Fat stubs of dicks, they would all be pulling out when they let in the air and tug their packets free and sitting like that, they mindfucked each other's head, that four guys could be so fuck'n randy and horny like this, with their packets entrapped and sucked down these tubes getting fatter and fatter as the minutes passed by as they laugh and they talked and drank their beers down, YEAH, the minutes passed by and their packets so great.

"Time for some games mates, we'll give this a rest", Ben said as he eased his dick out and it came flopping hard out, thick, blunt and stiff with his rocks way up tight. Clancy well knew the signs and followed on thru, now two great monsters of tools were now sticking fat out.

Now the twins eased the pressure on their well engorged tubes and slowly slid their dicks out as Ben beckoned Clancy to go get some gear while the brothers perved on each other, it sure was a fine thing this mirror-image state, my brother's my twin and my brother's my mate.

They dragged in some stuff, some heavy looking stuff, then blindfolded Barry and threw Bruno down, securing him fast but not against his will, he was there for the pleasure and any rough games.

They attached his limbs fast and good, with heavy, wide and well worn leather straps, bent over this horse, this well padded horse, with his ass in the air and his packet swinging free and down. Clancy and Ben then chained the blindfolded Barry by his wrists and ankles to the wall, spread-eagling him, they then pushed his ass-hole onto the fist shaped dildo that was affixed to the wall which made his dick jerk upwards involuntarily and he was well and truly pinioned like a specimen of some rare species, an exhibitionist hung as an exhibit and man, what an exhibit, with small suction cups, tight hard sucking at his dick-like tits, sticking out like that.

PHEW! WHAT A MOUTH-WATERING SIGHT!

As though not quite satisfied with their handiwork they then applied great dollops of grease, generously greasing up his packet, working the thick slimy stuff into his heavy swinging ball-sac and thickened, rampant tool, easing and pushing it into a well fitting tube and clicking into its air tube, switched on a motor and a steady suction began to draw his whole greasy packet deeper into its confines.

A slow hissing sound began to build and give off a rhythm, as the tension of in and out, built a tightening strain on his dick, slowly, relentlessly pumping his packet, with his dick getting even more fatter and his balls swelling more than they ever had before and he heard Ben say, "YEAH, Elephant-balls is what you want, so Elephant-balls is what you're going to get" and they left him like that, with the suction working slowly, pumping and swelling his packet and got back to their other new horny fuck-buddy, that was well and truly trussed, bound in place over the padded stool, that resembled an athlete's vaulting horse, his freshly pumped dick and balls jutted out between his legs, hanging free and available for all kinds of manhandling, ready for the action with his ass-hole, sort of sticking up and out, at dick height.

Ben and Clancy, stood either side of this trussed and ready asshole, smearing black grease across and over the well beaten and bruised buttocks, paying particular attention to the most recent of the welts, that were still burning there.

"OK", Ben said to Clancy, "Let's give this bugger the time of his life, a good and warming up of a thrashing and then stuff our tools into him and root him silly" and without any time spent, they both took to caning his ass, from either side, adding welt upon welt, perving headily as they watched the reddening glow of that ass turn darker and welting-up more and more, making the experience all the more satisfying, with, not only the black oil but also its mechanical aroma of the grease that they had taken out of their bikes, beating hard, until they were well’n’truly sweat-saturated.

Clancy took hold of an oil can and liberally squirted more of the black, recycled motor-oil deep inside that quivering hole, that was now ready, eager and waiting in front of him, continuing to squirt until it began dribbling down those bound and secured wide-spread legs.

The air thickened with the heady, horny aroma and Clancy who was jacking on his tool with some determination, took careful aim and was the first to shove his tool right in, right in to its hilt, with one expertly driven, smooth and swift movement, stretching that hole, open wider than before, with his fuck'n fat of a dick and slowly at first began rooting this fucker's ass-hole and then, with increasing force and pressure, increasing his momentum, now ramming and stuffing it as hard as he could fuck, with sweat dripping from his arm-pits as he rammed harder and harder and his swollen turgid balls, like huge rock-hard orbs, beating the rim of that ass, every time he drove his tool home to its hilt, his whole packet now being coated with the black and slimy oil from out of that hole, trying harder to go deeper, almost to climb, right up, inside, constantly ramming and pushing, of this fucking, of this fuck'n rooting dick, stretching that ass open, for all time and all the while the hissing of the constant pumping of Barry's heavy packet, his body writhing and the lusty grunting and groanings, with the considerable pleasure of the constantly tightening and pulling and the stretching of his dick with his balls, getting greater than they had ever been, with his ass secure on that dildo of a fist, YEAH!, he was in a kind of seventh heaven, with all of this attention that he was receiving.

Ben threw himself urgently down on his knees, and began licking and sucking on those huge, thrusting, bouncing balls, grabbed hold and tight fast on Bruno's dick, yanking it backwards, roughly pulling and jacking, at its stiffened shaft, working hard, drawing heavy, on the well-stretched foreskin, its pink swollen nab, with gaping piss-slit dribbling ribbons of oozing dripping pre-cum, pulling fiercely, as he sucked and licked on those hanging, banging balls, YEAH!, his face awash, with that black and slimy oil, BOY!, how he loved those slimy, thrusting, bouncing balls, his own tool now bolting upright and rigid-stiff and his great lust-ridden rocks, tight hard at its hilt, building cum-load upon cum-load, as licked and sucked more hungrily at that ramming packet, then he eased back a little and drove his oil covered tongue into Clancy's thrusting crack, tongue-ing that ass-hole, as it thrust and thrust and this ass-licking made Clancy wild, YEAH, more wild than he had been before and his pummelling increased, with his ramming, rooting, fat dick of a tool.

A volcanic shudder went roaring thru his body, as his blasting lava flow of cum began to fire from his rocks, shooting from far deep within his groin, the exquisite pain of shooting that he knew only all too well was sheer fuck'n ecstacy as it built to a roar, of molten-firing spunk and the first rushing firing, along and thru his dick shaft, firing, bursting straight out, straight out thru widened piss-slit, straight out and deep into that oil-filled ass hole and again his dick bolted and another great shoot and the last of his firing of his heavy cum-load was shooting its spattering ribbon of spunk, as he yanked his tool out and shoved it into Ben's throat and Ben tongue-ing all around his gundgy foreskin flesh, well worked and well stretched and full of all kinds of juices and Ben gobbled it all and gagged on that dick, that was deep in his throat and very bloody thick and he made his last nibbles on that flopping foreskin, now with his tool in his hand, he was roaring to fuck and Clancy stepped away and in Ben's tool stuffed, into that ass loaded greasy and with a sloppy load, began ramming and ramming, without further ado, the fuck'n ass-hole was wide open and he drove his tool deep, deep straight to its hilt, in one smashing ram, he was in to the hilt and his fucking and rooting of that slimed ass-hole, began and all the while the hissing went on, as the tube did its sucking, sucking harder on Barry's packet and making it thick and heavier, than ever before, his fat-plumped-bald and naked dick-nob pushing out, dripping freely, its pre-cum juices and for the final run of this pumping scene, Clancy increased up the pressure of that vacumn pump and Barry writhed on that fist-dildo, that was as thick as a stump, hard fast up his ass and there was no letting up, no peace for his body his lust crazed body and WHY THE HELL SHOULD THERE BE? FOR THIS IS WHAT HE WANTED.

Ben let out a hell of a scream, as he shot his wad into that hell-hole of an ass and dragged his tool out, thick and heavy, its drippings splattered allover the floor and paid no head to the now over stretched ass-hole, gaping wide open, black and greasy, black ooze, oozing out.

He and Clancy, now turned their attention to the spread-eagled figure, with its hard sucking tube and then released those tits, then together, they both began to suck and chew those fat mouthfuls of dripping tits, now even more like dicks, with the body writhing more and wanting, not wanting, escape.

Ben switched off the motor and the hissing had stopped, the two brothers panting and still wanting more, they left off their chewing and sucking of tits and let Barry free, easing his packet out and free‘d him from off that ass-fister dildo.

"SHIT!, WHAT A FUCK'N PACKET 'N' MY DICK, IT'S FUCK'N HUGE, 'N' MY BALLS ARE LIKE ELEPHANT'S BALLS, AT LONG BLOODY LAST".

This he’d said as he felt and probed, his fingers knuckle deep, searching, feeling deeper, within his greasy, gaping ass-hole, his tender hole that had been stretched so wide, certainly ready now for any guys to shove their rooting tools inside.

"Right, now, it's time for us to watch and perve on brother rooting brother", Clancy said, as they led Barry over and stationed him up, directly, brother's dick to brother's ass-hole.

He needed no encouragement and taking a good firm stance, pushed his fat and engorged tool, plunging it hard-fast, into that still oozing hole, oozing oil and the cum-loads of his fuck-buddies and now pummelling his brother's ass-hole. As he rooted, they began as before, one on either side, YEAH, began to beat that fucking ramming ass, with open fists, reddening it up as hard as they could, while he fucked and fucked and rooted his brother silly. Without notice and with a sudden thrust, Ben, shoved a fat, black, blunt-nobbed dildo right into Barry's face, that horny, cock-sucker’s face, how he slurped and sucked and then without warning Ben whipped it out and stuffed it hard into that whory asshole. The ramming deeper and rougher, his heavy, fat and swollen tool, deep inside his brother, now rooting while being dildo-rooted, now dick and dildo ramming in unison, and Barry, thrashing about, screaming, "I'll fuck you, you bastard, I'll fuck'n'stuff you good and proper". With Clancy, going almost out of control, was squirting, oiling, these piston-fuck'n'-ass-holes, stuffing and being stuffed, Barry's body squirming, writhing and thrashing about, his ass beaten raw, red bloody raw, more raping his brother than having a horny fuck and Bruno groaning with the pleasure of his well stuffed ass, three dicks have rooted him one after another, he was full of grease and the rich slimy spunk and now his brother's fat dick was fucking him heavy, with his ass stretched well and truly open and he was fucking that dick as it was fucking him and screaming now out louder,

"CUM, YOU BASTARD CUM, SHOOT YOUR FUCK'N lOAD INTO MY FUCK'N ASS-HOLE".

This triggered off Barry, as Bruno knew it would and Barry's rocks started burning hot, right inside his sac and his burning slime started firing, YEAH, firing out of his dick, blasting that asshole furnace, blasting it good and thick and quick, his thick spunk blasted, roaring from his balls and draining them completely and spent his manhood flesh, he yanked it from his brother's ass, still dripping with sliming wet and he fell back panting, as they released Bruno's body, his good and rooted body and his dick stood proud and still stiff.

Ben and Clancy, grabbed him roughly and turned him over, fair and square and threw him on his back, on a table nearby, there.

Clancy sat across his face, pinning, ass-hole to mouth-hole touching, rimming, and tongue-eating that ass-hole deep he could just hear Ben muttering, "I'll drain your nuts, you fuck'n horny bugger, I'll whip your packet 'til you shoot your fuck'n load", and his dick jerked up and his tongue drove deeper, then the beating began, on his balls at first, then his tool was used as a whipping post and with each strapping strike, it throbbed even harder and throbbed even tighter, bouncing about like that, his balls caught fire and his load bubbled up with his tongue deeply darting into that ass-hole and his dick being whipped, his first firing load, burnt Ben in his face and a second and third he was firing it out, his cum load was shooting from his horny red raw dick, that was now bruised and battered, black and blue allover, now hanging heavy, over his rocks in their sac, at long last drained of his cum load.

"OH BOY, AND DID IT FEEL GOOD?"

"Time for some beers mates, who wants to smoke?" Ben, put it to them and now these four sweaty bodies, just taking a sex-break, well, at least for the time being.

Maps were now strewn allover the place and they were deep in excited discussion about the improvements that Clancy had made in his encampment and some of the plans he had for the near future, when a loud hammering on the verandah door upstairs suddenly alerted the group.

Ben, announced, "Good, that'll be Trev', I called him over Clancy when I knew you would be here, he's the bloke that introduced me to this oil and pumping shit in the first place and he's a first class motor-mechanic as well", then Ben, in all his naked glory, raced up the stairs and brought his visitor down.

Ben ushered him in SHIT!, WHAT A FUCKING SIGHT!

Trev', a breezy, lanky, no-nonsense, a-typical Aussie and very extrovert, was in his early forties, paused slightly in the doorway. Wore a filthy, torn and holey, tight-fitting mechanic's overall, which was blackened by motor oil, unbuttoned to his crotch, showing off a pronounced and very bulging basket, slung in a dirty, sleazy jock-strap, which was so inviting, like that, you want to climb right in there.

He was a habitual groper, so much so, that for him it could be regarded as a profession and of course he was groping himself as he surveyed the group of guys that he was confronted with, with their oil-smeared, stained and sweaty, naked bodies, and especially the twins. All of which had quite obviously just been pumping up their packets, with their thick'n'greasy dicks, hanging, heavy and fat like that and their rocks really swinging heavy and low, down in well stretched ball-sacs.

It was definitely, quite impossible not to notice his tool stiffening, hard-rigid and straight up. His dick, a thick stump of a tool, with a rather floppy foreskin, that he was continually busy restoring, using the pumping method, now fully covered his helmet-headed-nob, which freely oozed pre-cum at the drop of a hat.

He took particular notice of the glint in Barry's eyes, one of the sure signs of generated-interest, as he hauled his dick out and started to masturbate.

"Get over here and suck on this fuck'n dick of mine, MATE!", Trev' said directly to Barry and Barry didn't hesitate. He was down on his knees, just like a shot, "WAIT!, first strap this ball stretcher around my sac, then stuff that dick in your face and don't fuck'n bite it". For the first time ever, Barry responded just like a fucking slave, he didn't even understand himself as he gobbled that fat stubb of a tool down deep into his throat. YEAH, this was definitely a first and OH BOY!, how he liked it.

With his tool thrusting hard and deep in to that sucking head, Trev', tugged and pulled off his overalls, revealing his tanned and wiry body that had a variety of rough tattoos scattered over his back and chest and arms. Thick stainless steel rings pierced thru his well-worked tits, matching those in his ears. Heavy beads of sweat dripped down his back as he increased his tempo. Barry gagging more and more as the head-fucking became more intense and Trev's balls slapping Barry's face now with considerable force. The sliding, shoving, pushing dick, glistening with spittle, "Suck it you bastard, suck my fuck'n dick, drain my rocks dry, and get it in you good and proper, you fucker, YEAH, fuck my tool with your face OH! YEAH! OH! YEAH! SHIT! I'm fucking cumming, I'm shooting you bastard, I'm shooting my fucking load, YEAH, get it in you, you fuck'n dick sucker", Trev' screamed out this diatribe and shot his load fully into Barry's head, then brutally pulled his dick out and grabbed at a beer and downed it in one go.

"SHIT MAN!, AM I FUCK'N HOT?, AND BOY DID I NEED THAT",

he said as he sat spreading his legs good and wide, his tool still wet and dripping and hanging good and fat and he unsnapped his ball stretcher and eased back, all tension gone.

Almost a week of practically, non-stop, sexual experiences and explorations, had passed by when these five "fair-dinkum" Aussie bikers, took to the roads setting out for Clancy's encampment, that was in Aussie-parlance, "just beyond", in fact it was an extra 85 miles further on from "White Cliffs", they would however, have to make a diversion, first back to the "Sydney-Siders", collect an additional five of the blokes and then on to Cootamundra to pick-up another two recruits.

Vali and D.O., two visiting American skin-heads, from out of Los Angeles, waited, as pre-arranged by the turn-off to Cootamundra, on the road that Clancy's group had taken, in order to pick them up.

These two very personable but rough buggers, had taken readily to the Outback, were lounging, sprawled back on their motorbykes, and apart from their indispensible boots and leather jackets, wore nothing other than tight and very short, raggy and very delapidated, cut-offs, that had never been washed over their extremely musty, jock-straps, showed off two truly amazing, bulging-baskets, just the perfect kind of perverted recruits for Clancy's place.

This motorcade, now of twelve machines, roared on towards the "back of beyond" and all of these sex-crazed bikers, feeling, strong and heavy stirrings in their fuck'n horny crotches, now lust-building-heady, as they burnt mile after mile.