Gerry, is the oldest son of James and Margaret Tilbury, farmers in LaGrange, Indiana, USA. He has two younger brothers: Owen and Beau. A high school dropout, Gerry is interested in growing corn and soybeans, in fucking a hairy man’s ass too.
With more than 54,000 farms spreading over 14.6 million acres, Indiana is the ninth largest farming state in the nation. LaGrange means someone who lives by a granary (a variant of Grange). The town is named after the French Marquis de la Fayette, a Revolutionary War hero.
Gerry’s parents would like their son to date the girl next door, the only child of an aging couple. It is known that this hard-working spinster would give a 272 acre-farm to her newly-wed husband… on the condition that he hires Brian and Brandon, the 16-year-old twin boys who work for her.
“Shelley may not be a Barbie doll, but she’s an excellent cook, knows how to keep a house clean, and can easily manage a farm budget, says Margaret. You would be in good hands.”
Gerry doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to get married. He’s not interested in fucking a cunt. His thick cut dick needs a man’s ass to release ropes of creamy jizz. The high school coach sucked him a few times and gave the quarterback a few opportunities to pound closet case football players. Gerry’s parents obviously ignore the fact that they have a gay son.
While inspecting his fields of corn and soybeans, Gerry has secretly seen the twin boys’ large hairy butts and got hard imagining his cock deep inside. One time, Brian was shoving a zucchini up his hungry hole. Another time, Brandon dared to pound himself with an eggplant. Recently, Gerry, Brian and Brandon worked together to repair a fence. When the twins got an urge to pee, they just pull down their fly and urinated almost under Gerry’s watchful eye. That’s when he realized how small their dick was. No wonder they could not fuck each other.
One day, when Gerry needed to pee, he made sure that the twins could see his thick veiny rod. There was one thing that he did not expect: Brian and Brandon wanted Gerry to urinate in their face. None of them knew the expression “golden shower”; the twins called it “pee tasting” and told Gerry how they loved to kiss each other under the warm stream of this amber nectar.
“No problem, it doesn’t piss me off, replied Gerry with a smile, but I want you boys to suck me, to chew my balls, to get me super hard for a deep ass fuck!”
“We were wondering when you would finally beg for our hairy butt hole. Your cock is way better than a zucchini, an eggplant or a corn on the cob, for that matter.”
Gerry’s truck full of soybeans was parked near the barn (“la grange” in French). He invited the twins to join him on this bed of yellow bubbles, and to start sucking his dick while kissing each other at the tip of his mushroom. This maneuver had the effect of adding another inch to his already ling dick and helping his testicules to produce more testosterone. Reaching out to grab the grease gun, he lubricated Brian’s peachy ass and Brandon’s dimple butt. Without worrying about the enormity of his cock, he thrust it vigorously into one hole, then pounding the other, enjoying how his new fuck buddies moaned with pleasure. “Don’t stop, Sir, shove your rod deeper”, said Brian. “Tear my tight ass apart”, added Brandon. Gerry fucked the twins like his life depended on it, and dumped his junk in their trunk.
It is during one of their regular ass-creaming sessions, that the young men learned about a terrible accident. Gerry’s father hit a guardrail and a tree for an unknown reason. Emergency responders found the 45-year-old man, along with his sons Owen and Beau dead at the scene[1]. Morally shaken and emotionally inconsolable, Margaret took refuge with her parents. She remained in contact with her eldest son, now 18, only to beg him to marry Shelley. The wedding took place six months later. Shelley’s parents, Gerry’s mother and the twin boys gathered in a very low-profile ceremony.
Life continues on the farm, now enlarged by 272 acres. The newly weds engage in a strange relationship where sexual desire and romance are nonexistent. It is totally suppressed or sublimated. Shelley’s goal is to feed the best meals to her men and to take pleasure in seeing them smile. She sometimes notices that Gerry, Brian and Brandon come back from the barn with a large grin on their face, almost starving to eat the succulent roast beef and mash potato dinner. She wonders what can trigger such an appetite, what can possibly arouse such an effervescent enthusiasm.
From her kitchen window, the virgin wife can see the coming and going of her three men. One day she decides to spy on them. As she approaches the barn, moans of pleasure guide her steps. She hides behind the tractor and watches Gerry acting like a stallion with two mares. The enormity of her pseudo-husband’s cock initially makes her want to vomit, but the cries of encouragement vociferated by the twins make her understand that what she imagines to be bestiality is in fact pure pleasure. Shelley records all the key phrases: “fuck me hard and deep, pound my begging hole, shoot your junk in my trunk”. She revels in seeing her twin boys floating on cloud nine, cum dripping from their ass hole.
Dinner will not be served before a good hour and a half. Shelley has time to bake a cake. When the three men sit down to eat at least two portions of spaghetti & meat balls, they mention how they can’t help but smell the sweet aroma of dessert. “I think we’ll have a cake tonight, am I right?” asks Brian. “Yes, but I wanted to make two layers and ran out of dough, replies Shelley. I hope it will still please you.” The cake is a piece of homoerotic art. Half of it looks like a peachy ass, the other portion has the shape of hard dick dripping with icing-cum. The dessert is quickly swallowed and without warning, Gerry fucks Brian and Brandon in the middle of the kitchen, under the encouragement and applause of Shelley.
[1] This incident is based on a 2024 car crash in Perth County, Indiana, where 45-year-old Kyle James died, along with his sons Owen and Beau.
