By now, their sassy admonitions had become boring and obnoxious. "You'd better not come to our campus to suck cock Uncle Blonde. The campus jocks there don't like cocksuckers anywhere close to them. They kick the ass of anybody they suspect who is queer about other guys."
"That's right, Uncle Blonde! Short skinny guys have been put in the hospital just for being suspected of being queer. Turns out most o' them were just underdeveloped nerds."
"Fuck the both of you", I retorted. "Your simple-minded campus hardly sounds like an objective bastion of tolerance, academic or otherwise. Anyone who pays tuition money to such a Neanderthalic institution is pissing it away."
It was not my idea to be traveling cross-country with my cognitively challenged nephews. My meddling older sister imposed her inconvenient arrangements and now I was compelled to make a return visit to my aunt and uncle's western ranch in the company of her like-minded, nosy, dim-witted student offspring. It seems the slackers lacked the industriousness to seek out summer jobs. When my plans for a two week sojourn to consult with my uncle about his ranching business became common knowledge in my family, my sister thought it would be constructive to have her boys tag along and "sit-in" to maybe learn something. The only thing I could think would be constructive, would be to gag them for the whole trip and insist they collect the horse manure for the fertilizer market. The older dolt, Todd was in his first year at graduate school as an MBA candidate. The younger, Jeb was a business major about to enter his junior year. They both attended a public sponsored university in a state that neighbored my Appalachian home. They both could care less about the curriculum and sought their major study because "that's where the bucks are." They carped on endlessly about professional and college sports statistics, although neither was sufficiently coordinated enough to even consider an athletic career on any level. I feared their presence at the ranch was going to crimp my opportunity for intense sexual reunion with my "buff" cowboy interest. At least I had to share little in the driving, as my sister's spacious van served as the comfortable mode of transportation.
Occasionally the brothers' behavior together on the drive surprised me and suggested a deeper fraternal bond than I might otherwise have suspected. When we traveled off the interstate to find a lunch spot, we passed a majestic log A-frame atop a wooded hill. They sat almost intimately close together, "cheek-to-cheek" as it were, to inspect the attractive home more carefully. When something else caught their eye at the side of the road that met their approval, they would often grasp and grope each other about the arms and shoulders in their enthusiasm. Until then, I had never thought our family especially "touchy feely".
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Upon our arrival at the ranch, sure enough, they behaved obnoxiously about everything, always underfoot of everything that both the ranch hands and I needed to accomplish "Can't you do something to carouse these ignorant assholes out o' here, Blonde?", one of them inquired with irritation.
"I will see if I can't get my uncle to put them on shoveling horse shit detail", I replied in wry frustration. Would that that were true. Instead, they were a drag in my efforts to revise the ranch's computer management. They asked incessantly stupid questions and cracked dim-witted jokes in response to my resentful explanations. Speaking of resentment, I could read it on the face of my newly reunited interested man. Rather than encounter his dirty looks, I would rather see his expression of sensual overload as I fervently sucked on his irresistible cock.
"Why did you bring their sorry stupid asses out here with you?" The tone of his voice matched his facial body language. I explained the quandary I had been placed in. After all, they were just as much family members to my aunt and uncle as I. Bob and I somehow managed to arrange a short meeting alone in one of the stables late in the day, as my nephews had expressed a desire to watch some inane action/comedy "rerun" on cable. His mood changed as I daringly and confidently reached down and stroked the inside of his upper thigh, the object of my long yearnings instantly plumping and bulging against the tight fabric of Bob's old fashioned close fitting jeans. He stretched his well defined taut limbs and torso to facilitate my studious unfastening of his stainless fly buttons. My impatient probing fingers felt the heat emanate to those sturdy trousers from the thick manly treasure that so hungrily anticipated an enthralling exposure. The pungent saucy aroma of his powerful excitement exhaled deeply from the opening flaps of the concealing garment, dizzily intensifying my own ardor for passionate contact. Reaching in and just feeling the velvety heated surface of the long prize I was about to grasp and pry out in to the open, I heard a shuffle at the barn door.
The noisy latch heralded a swinging door. "Uncle Blonde, if you're in there, dinner's ready and you know how Aunt Faith hates it when people are late at the dinner table." My younger nephew's nasal monotone couldn't have been more unwelcome
"Predictable timing from that brain dead asshole", I whispered. My partner in impending intimacy didn't respond. In obvious disgust, he hurriedly buttoned up and prepared to leave.
During the next day, unnoticed by others, I managed to talk Bob into another attempt at a barnyard tryst. That night, I actually had his splendid succulent salami and his profuse pendulous balls withdrawn and aching for my purposeful intentions. My fingers were quivering with the joy at having this unequalled phallic profusion in my possessive grasp, once again. Zealously eager for a taste, I leaned forward for decisive contact with my salivating tongue and lips. Once again, our urges were thwarted by the noise of the squeaking hinges of the opening barn door. "Shit!!" Bob whispered in frustration to our scuttle to hide ourselves in an empty stall.
My entering nephews, so engrossed in their own inane babble, did not detect the rush to conceal ourselves. "Jeez, those 'Baywatch' chicks get me so horny and hard."
"Yeah!", responded Todd. "I always feel like I am going to bust a nut and cream my shorts right on the spot."
"Well thanks for sharing the fantasy, Bro'. We can always pretend that one o' them is working our puds." Jeb swung around seemingly in search of something. "That hay pile looks comfortable." The two sauntered to the edge of a small haystack situated just across from the stall where we hid. To our astonishment, in plain view of both of us through cracks in the stall gate, we could observe them unfastening and pull down their baggy shorts to reveal their slick ended hard cocks. They both sported roughly 7" of cut meat. Todd's had a relatively small dark red dickhead, but a vein bulging healthy girthed shaft. Jeb, by contrast, had a slender slightly curved shaft, but a blooming mushroom-like purple head. They both had a mature mat of dark brown man tuft wisping from the region of their organs, Todd eliciting a spare patch from his slightly low hung discernable nut sac.
