There was a coin receptacle to the right of the screen and a button below it. There was also a box of tissues on top of the TV and a partially filled ...arbage can underneath it, and I easily guess what that was for. I sat in the chair; my heart was beating heavily in my chest. I dropped a token in the receiver unit and the TV came to life. I don't remember what was on but I'm sure it was hot and explicit. I toggled through the selections, stopping at one briefly before realizing it was gay porn. "Please! I can bear it anymore." I know honey, but I must do it. Just one final tug... that's it."At last he stopped. I was sobbing quietly, almost happily."It's over. The fracture is reduced," Steven said and stood up.I was physically and emotionally drained from this horrible ordeal. The pain had subsided considerably so I just lied, eyes closed.Steven drew closer and placed his hand on my brow."Are you OK?"I nodded."I will be back in an hour. Take a rest and don't move your leg, Tiffany,". Brian slipped free of my mouth and Steve turned as his cock withdrew. Taking me by the hips he bent me over the barstool. Brian took a seat on another barstool and they both went to work. Steve slammed his dick into my ass which was so loosened up it provided no resistance. Brian slid his cock into my mouth and commanded me to suck it. My legs were spread wide now as Steve thrust away, harder, and faster with each stroke. I held onto the base of Brian’s cock with one hand and sucked away as my. Actually, he’d been pissed for weeks since his parents told him that he wasn’t going to spend his sixteenth summer playing video games with his equally nerdy neighbor buddy. Going to a goddamn farm! What kind of shit was that? He was a good student and didn’t get into trouble, so why was he being punished?Here is his story of that fateful summer.Uncle Slim sauntered over, said “Hi”, picked up the suitcase and put it in the back of the truck. Not another word was spoken as we drove miles down.