We’ve finally made it to the titular cockring and its mystery!
It’s been about two solid months since we did an installment of Julius’ Hardon Twins and the Mystery of the Golden Cockring, and up until now (three full chapters!), there’s been nary a mention of a cockring, gold or otherwise!
But that all changes in part four. There isn’t much new action or discovery in this section. Julius spends many of the pages just laying pipe and introducing characters for what’s about to come.
When we do get to the cockring, though, things get weird. The mysterious cockring belonged to a group of Lebanese Maronites (I didn’t know either!), who originally used it as a tool to help enlarge their rectums so that they could smuggle jewels. I’ll be perfectly honest, when I started serializing this here, that is not where I thought this story was headed. But I’ll be curious to see how it pans out, and what this bejeweled, incest-ready cockring actually looks like.
Since there isn’t much action being described in the narrative, Julius is kind enough here to find reasons for the characters to be sort of ambiently masturbating big erections, showering together, or engaging in sex that doesn’t really have anything to do with the story. He’s generous that way.
Head into Part Four of:
The Hardon Twins and the Mystery of the Golden Cockring
based on a story suggested by Chuck Dixon
As the chief of police, Carl had no casual access to the beautiful butts of juveniles and in Bay Haven he was too well known to pick up the boys in the streets. He had been in celibacy for months and what was now available for him in Benson’s house made his pulse run amok.
That night, Carl gave cock to both Hardon boys separately and together. Two beautiful butts on top of each other made his cock harder than hard and his thick creamy cum gushed out freely.
Fred and Jody milked his big beefy cock with abandon and glee and he loved to fuck their butts that yearned for cock.
When Chief Collins returned the following night, the Hardon twins were already waiting for him. Their cute little asses wriggled out of excitement when they peeled off Carl’s uniform and pressed their burning faces in his furry crotch.
No man with red blood could have resisted their licking tongues and Chief Collins least of all. In no time he was buck naked and the boys were well served by a real stallion who took time in fucking them both.
The following morning, Chief Collins had barely stopped fucking the boys when Coach Grant rang the doorbell. He came every other day to pick up the boys for a training that was either physical training in the gym, or technical training on the field.
Chief Collins was in his undies and Coach Grant noticed a wet spot in his bulging crotch. He knew where it came from and his cock became a bit restless. Coach Grant was aware that Fred and Jody fucked with their daddy but he wasn’t aware that there were other mature men also to compete for their favors, in addition to himself.
Like Chief Collins, Coach Grant, too, had unorthodox methods of education. He considered it critical that his players should not be afraid of their adversaries.
“You shouldn’t be afraid of cock, boys. In the game, your face often gets buried in the bulging crotch of the opponent, but even with your mouth pressed against his hard cock, you must be able to fight for victory,” he said.
To get the boys used to it, Coach Grant let them play with his cock in his van after training was over. He had a big, sturdy cock but the boys soon ceased to be afraid and the allowed him to show them the pleasures that it could bring.
As usual, Coach Grant parked his van behind the gym and pulled down his pants.
“Well? Whose turn is it to delight me first?” he asked, stroking his big beefy cock.
Jody was already bare-assed and eager to please Coach Grant with his rosy butt. Coach Grant stretched him out on the back seat and thrust his rock hard cock inside the writhing boy. Jody’s ecstatic moans pleased the coach immensely as he buried his massive cock inside the boy.
They turned Fred horny and the coach could fuck him too, or maybe later when he drove the twins back home again. He loved to fuck Fred and Jody because they were hungry for cock.
Gordon Grant was delighted when the boys joined his team and their nicely curved, firm asses made his virile cock restless. After an exercise, Gordon went to shower and found Fred and Jody fondling each other most provocatively.
Bare-assed, Coach Grant had no chance to withdraw unnoticed or to hide his massive erection, but the twins appeared to be pleased by what they saw. As a result, Coach Grant fucked them both for the first time in the steamy shower room and after getting introduced to each other in a most enjoyable way, they often repeated that. IN a short time, the boys enchanted Coach Grant and he needed to fuck them every day.
Under Gordon’s tutelage, the twins developed muscular bodies and that delighted Benson. They were not afraid of even much bigger boys and the tricks they used left their adversaries aimless in the game. Gordon gave them minute instructions on how to turn a budding erection into a massive hardon that incapacitated their opponents at the critical moment, and gave a decisive advantage to the twins.
An adroit hand shoved in their pants in the midst of it all forced their adversaries to think twice before attacking.
“Grab their balls in your hand and they will follow,” like one former president used to say.
Fred and Jody had training on the subject every day with a pro: Coach Grant.
Benson wasn’t aware the Coach Grant fucked his sons, but it was clear that the boys liked him very much and Coach Grant became a part of the family. When Benson was away, Gordon took care that the boys had a proper breakfast and after school he took them back home.
He also supervised their homework until Chief Collins arrived, taking the command. But he also slept with Fred and Jody if Chief Collins wasn’t available. Benson soon found out what was going on but Coach Grant was a very likable guy and he had always done good work with Fred and Jody. The boys always awaited his arrival with great enthusiasm. Those nights they hardly slept.
Coach Grand used candy flavored condoms when he visited boys and Fred and Jody loved them, too. Fred’s favorite was licorice, while Jody preferred banana. With great gusto, they sucked the gigantic banana or thick licorice stick, giving Coach Grant huge orgasms in return.
They enjoyed the weight of his brawny body when Coach Grant climbed on top of them and opened their hot butts with his massive cock. His forceful penetration made the boys how in agony, but it soon turned into quiet whining when Gordon plowed their butts with fierce energy.
Approaching climax, they already moaned and groaned in ecstasy while Coach Grant rammed their prostates without mercy until a shattering orgasm squeezed every drop of hot creamy semen out of his loins.
“You lucky son of a bitch! These boys are fantastic. I haven’t got orgasms like these for years,” he said with a blissful smile on his face and Benson noticed the euphoric expression of the boys who had just been profoundly fucked.
Benson needed a shower and Chief Collins followed him.
“I’ve got a complicated case on my hands. You know the Khalife family? Roy Khalife asked my help in finding a family heirloom that was stolen from their house. It’s very confidential and we can’t have police parading in the house investigating members of Roy’s family.”
“The heirloom they lost is a golden cock ring the family has owned for ages and having my men investigating that is impossible. Then it occurred to me that Fred and Jody could with the case without raising any suspicions. The Khalife boys are playing football too and Fred and Jody could more around without any difficulty. If you let them come into my house tomorrow and meet Roy Khalife, he shall tell them all they need to know about the mystery and the people who might be involved,” Chief Collins said, while Benson had a shower.
“The boys are sharp and observant. Nobody would suspect two young boys of working for the police and we might find the culprit without disturbing the family connections,” Carl said.
“That’s a rather unusual heirloom,” Benson said, drying himself.
“Yes, but that’s not all. The Khalife family are Maronites, Lebanese Christians. Life in Lebanon became very difficult for them and they moved here. Khalifes have always been jewelers and they had to find a way to take their precious possessions with them. In their rectums, all Khalife men carried precious stones out of Lebanon, but to be able to do that, the rectums of their sons had to be enlarged and that’s where the golden cockring was needed. It was filled with the essence of khat, a drug that intensifies the feeling of pleasure as the skin turns more sensitive,” Carl said the in the shower.
“The hollow ring is decorated with jewels set on springs, and the tightness of the rectum releases the khat. The Khalife men learned to enjoy the procedure and it remained as a family tradition. Each boy is still fucked by his daddy before he is considered adult, and every man uses the cockring. Anybody in that close knit family can have taken it and you understand that my men can’t get involved. Fred and Jody are ideal for that kind of work and I hope that you let them help the Khalife family,” Chief Collins said as they came out of the bathroom, bare-assed.
“It’s only natural that the Khalife men don’t want the police to get involved directly in a private and confidential matter like this. Let’s talk to Fred and Jody. I’m sure they are willing to help you, especially because I must be out of town all next week,” Benson said as he guided Carl to the bedroom where the boys were waiting for them.
The sight of two mature men with their massive cocks in persistent erection took their breath away and it took a while before they understood what it was all about.
This section seeemed to take a turn, writing-wise. There was a couple of eyebrow-raising passages and some stuff that sounds like it came right out of Google Translate. I’m not sure how to account for that, and that last sentence, especailly, pulled me right out of the mood (because I have no idea what he’s talking about. He answered Carl’s kisses to allure the big fat monster?? But became bewitched himself? Who did!? Who became bewitched!?).
I have faith that the next installment will bring enough turgid cocks and gushing loads to make me forget the problems here, though. Julius knows what he’s doing. We’ll have to stay tuned.