Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2007 11:57:30 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Other Little House 28

Chapter 28
Home again


We all worked hard for the rest of the afternoon until it was too dark to
see what we were doing. Brent finally called a halt and we all washed our
hands and faces before going to the house to eat. I put out the
remainders of our lunch, and we all pitched in to finish everything off,
except Sam, who absolutely refused to touch the salsa. Laughing and
teasing, we all kept trying to get him to try just a little bit, but he
was adamant, no more salsa. Between eating and teasing Sam, I described
how I wanted to change the kitchen. Brent said that my ideas made good
sense and that he and I would start on the remodeling in the morning
while Oleg and Sam were starting the iron work. Oleg and Brent got into
an involved discussion about the various projects Brent had in mind, so
Sam and I cleared the table and put everything away. I told Sam I had to
start cleaning up. He looked quizzical, but followed me out to the
outhouse.

When we got out there, Sam dropped his britches immediately and sat down.
I stood there fidgeting and listening to him piss until he finally asked,
"I thought you had to use the outhouse?"

"Well... Uh... ummm. Well. I do. But I need to use it in a special
way." I finally stammered out.

"So what's the big deal?"

"Well, I have to get myself ready for Brent."

"I don't understand."

"Well... You see... Well, It's something special I have to do."

Getting a little frustrated, Sam said, "Like what? Or is it some sort of
secret?"

"Well... It's not really a secret. It's just kinda private."

"We watched each other getting fucked and sucking dick. More private
than that? From your brother?"

I didn't understand why I was so uncomfortable talking to Sam about
this, but I was. Finally, I just blurted out, "I have to give myself an
enema. So I'll be clean for Brent."

Sam just sat there, looking at me. He finally asked, "What's an
emmener?"

I laughed, like a relief of my nervousness. This was Sam. I could talk to
him. "It's called an `enema'."

"Enema."

"Yeah. That's it."

"So, now I can say it. What is it?"

"Well, I put warm water up inside myself to clean my insides so Brent
won't get dirty if he decides to screw me tonight."

"Do you think Brent will screw you tonight?" Sam said with a lot more
interest.

"He hasn't missed a night yet.  He jumps my bones every time he gets a
chance."

"He really likes sexing you, doesn't he."

"Yeah. I was his first. He was a virgin before me, and he's really
trying to make up for lost time."

"It looked like he screwed you really good."

"You know I've had sex with a lot of different men and women, and I've
enjoyed most of it. But it's really special with Brent. He makes me feel
special."

"Maybe because he loves you, and you love him?"

Blushing, I stammered, "Maybe."

Realizing that I was uncomfortable, Sam changed the subject of
conversation. "So, how do you do this enema thing? Maybe I should do it
too, cuz if Brent's going to screw you, you can bet dollars to donuts
that Oleg's going to give my ass a serious pounding."

"Do you love Oleg?"

Sam thought for a while. "I really like Sven and Laka and Oleg, and I
respect Oleg more than anybody, and owe them all my whole life. I really
like having sex with them too, but I don't think I love them the way you
love Brent. I mean, I love them bunches, but not like you and Brent."

"How about Angel?"

It was Sam's turn to blush and stammer, "I want Angel to love me more
than anything."

As soon as I mentioned Angel, I saw Sams cock rise out of the outhouse
hole and thump against his belly. Apparently, he wanted her really badly.
"She told me that whenever you were ready, she was ready for you. She
really likes you a lot and thinks you would make a really good husband."

"NO SHIT! She said that?"

"I wouldn't lie about something like that, Sam. She said that when you
were ready to be married, she would listen very carefully to your
proposal."

Staring out of the outhouse door that we'd left open to let the
moonlight in, Sam absentmindedly reached between his legs and fondled
himself, his thoughts obviously traveling far across the prairie back
towards town.

Waving my hands back and forth in front of Sams face, I tried to get his
attention. "Jason to Sam. Jason to Sam. You still here Sam?"

Startled, Sam glanced down between his legs where he'd started to
masturbate himself. He quickly let go and then looked up at me and
blushed such a deep red that his face looked black in the moonlight.

"Having nice thoughts?" I laughed.

Sam grabbed me and we wrestled for a few minutes, not angry at each
other, just burning off high spirits. Panting, we finally locked up, our
hard young muscles pushing against each other, but not going anywhere.
Laughing, we broke apart and I sat on the hole next to Sam and started
peeing. Once I was done with that, I hemmed and hawed a little bit, and
then said to Sam, "I need to go ahead and get ready for Brent. Wanna
help me?"

"Sure. What do I do?"

I got up and opened the valve from the hot water spring. Once it got hot
I turned on the cold water faucet until the temperature was right. Sam
had gotten up and was watching me. I put the smooth oak piece that Brent
had made into the pot of grease until it was coated and then put it on
the end of the hose. I showed it to Sam. "I need you to put this into my
butt so that it can fill me up with water." I handed the hose to Sam and
then turned around and bent over, putting my hands on my knees.

Sam looked at the hose and nozzle and then looked at my butt. "Won't it
hurt if I stick this in there?"

"Not if you're careful. It's like screwing someone. You have to be
careful at first."

Sam moved over to me and reached out and touched my butt, and then jerked
his hand back. "You don't mind me touching you back there?"

"Well, you're going to have a heck of a time putting that inside of me
unless you touch me. We're brothers, aren't we?"

"Yeah. I guess so. So hold still, here it comes."

Feather light, I felt Sam's hand touch the cheek of my ass and then felt
the water and then the tip of the probe jab around my bottom, everywhere
but near the hole. I reached back and took hold of Sams hand and rubbed
it all over my butt and up and down the crack, even pulling it forward
across my low-hanging balls and the base of my dick. "Now you've
touched me everywhere. So quit being silly and put it in or we'll be out
here all night!"

I heard Sam sigh and then he reached out and felt around until he found
my hole. Putting a finger on either side of the opening, he guided the
probe inside of me and I felt the water start filling me up. I grunted,
and then said, "Yeah, now just hold it in there until I tell you to take
it out." I rubbed my belly, feeling it expand as it filled up.

Sam's hand soon joined mine, exploring my belly and rubbing back and
forth  across the filling balloon. He reached down and ran his hand up
and down my dick, feeling how hard it was getting. "This makes you
really horny. Huh?"

"Yeah. It feels really awesome filling me up. The pressure makes my dick
harder than anything."

Sam reached back and felt my balls where they'd pulled up into hard
nuggets against the base of my dick and then returned his hand to my
belly, rubbing back and forth, returning to check on the hardness of my
dick every once in a while.

Finally, I said, "That's enough Sam. Please take it out now, but
carefully."

Sam slowly withdrew the wooden tip and pointed the water stream back into
the trough. I stood up and the moon lighted up the roundness of my
normally flat belly with my prong jutting out below. Sam's hand returned
to my belly and felt all over, including my tight balls and even
squeezing my stiff dick to test its hardness. "Wow. It's like you got
pregnant!"

We both laughed about that and I said, "Yeah, but this'll go away a lot
quicker than if you make a girls belly swell." We laughed so hard at my
silly joke that I almost started loosing my water.

Sam looked at the hose and then back at my belly. Shyly he asked, "Do
you think I could get cleaned out for Oleg?"

"You wanna?"

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"No. It feels really good. All full and warm and sexy."

"Will you help me?"

"You helped me, didn't you? Of course I'll help you"

"Will you stop if I ask you to?"

"All you have to do is take a step forward. So. Ya' wanna?"

In answer, Sam just took a deep breath, turned around and bent over.

I took the hose out of his hand and reached forward with my other hand
and felt his muscular ass. His butt skin was really soft and velvety, but
his butthole as really dry. I reached up and got some grease on my finger
and rubbed it on his hole. Really carefully, I slid my finger up inside
of him and lubricated his channel until my finger slid really easily in
and out of the hot channel. "You ready now?" I asked.

"Yeah. Go ahead. Your finger felt really good."

"Your butt is really hot and tight. No wonder Oleg and Sven like
screwing you so much. Hold still now and this will slide right in."

I turned the hose towards Sams butt. As soon as the water touched him he
jumped forward and banged his head into the wall of the outhouse.

Laughing, I said, "No, you ain't skeered or nothin'."

Rubbing his head where he'd banged it, Sam moved back into position, "I
just wasn't ready!" is all he said.

Still laughing a little bit, more to make Sam comfortable than anything,
I reached up and rubbed his butt and then slid the nozzle into him in one
slow, continuous move. I put my hand on his tummy and patted him.
"How's it feel? OK?"

"Feels strange!" Thinking about it, he added, "Feels good though. Like
you said, all warm and nice."

Rubbing his tummy, I said, "Let me know when it gets uncomfortable and
I'll take the nozzle out. But you have to clench your behind really
tight so the water doesn't come out too soon."

"OK. But how will I know?"

"It'll just start feeling too full. Rub your tummy with me and you can
feel it filling up."

While the warm water slowly ran into Sam we both felt all over the hard
muscles of his narrow waist, making frequent excursions to feel how rigid
his dick had become and how much tighter his balls were against the base
of his cock than our last visit between his legs. I also spent some time
feeling Sam's chest and back, marveling at how his narrow waist swooped
out to meet his broad chest and wide shoulders. His heavy musculature
indicated that he worked hard for Oleg. His shoulders felt really nice
with the big mounds of slick, rounded muscle bulging over the heavy
bones. But it was his chest that impressed me the most.  Big, wide, flat
plates of muscle that built up into a set of pectorals that would have
been impressive on a much bigger, more mature man. His paps jutted out
from the hard underlayment like those desert rocks in Utah that stuck up
like a finger out of a cone of surrounding rock and sand.

I playfully tweaked and pinched his nipples but he put his hand up and
covered mine, asking me to stop because it was making him want to cum.
His titties were REALLY sensitive! I reached back and felt his butthole,
making sure he wasn't leaking and asked him how he was feeling.

"I'm starting to feel pretty full."

I reached under him and ran my hand over the now noticeable bulge.
"Yeah. It's feeling good! Put your hands on your knees and concentrate
on breathing deep and slow. Try to let your belly just hang there and let
the muscles relax.  You're so strong and muscular that it'll be hard
for you to let the muscles go soft, but you've got to try if you're
going to take on a full load of water. Later on, it'll be easier. Let me
massage your tummy and you just concentrate on relaxing."

Sam did like I suggested and I gently massaged his stomach muscles with
my hand. I could feel it when he'd manage to relax a little bit more,
because his belly would drop a little bit and I could feel the water
gurgling around inside of him. I was just getting ready to tell him that
I thought he'd taken enough when he said, " Jason, I'm feeling really
full. I don't think I can take any more."

"Hold your butt muscles together really tightly." As soon as he did, I
smoothly withdrew the nozzle and put it in the trough and turned off the
water. "OK. You can stand up now."

Sam stood up and the jutting curve of his belly was amazing. He'd really
taken on a load of water. Both of us ran our hands all over the fulsome
hemisphere marveling at the tightness of the skin and the fullness of his
belly.

"Whow! It's like I'm pregnant too!" Sam laughed.

"Yeah. Feel mine!"

Laughing, we felt each others tummy's and compared them with our own.
"Two pregnant brothers!"

"Yeah!" we both laughed together.

"OK. Here's the bet," I said. "Whoever has to sit down first has to
kiss the other guys butt!"

"You lose sucker. You've had the water in you a lot longer than me!"

"Is it a bet?"

"You're on!" Pointing to the cheek of his ass, he said, "I want you
to kiss me right here."

"OK. But you forgot how many of these I've had and that this is your
first!"

"Uh-oh."

Laughing, I tried to tickle him, but he just tickled back which led to
wrestling and squeezing our bellies together trying to make the other guy
give up. Sam finally groaned and grabbed hold of me to support himself as
his belly muscles all contracted and started quivering. "Jason," he
said, "please..."

Without saying anything I just twisted around and bent over, sitting him
down on the nearest seat which was the one I normally used. He moaned
deeply and a really surprised look crossed his face as his asshole opened
up and emitted a solid stream of water. I stood back up, but kept my
hands on his shoulders to help support him.  He put his hand on my thigh
for support and felt his deflating, rippling belly with his other hand.

"It's... unh!... awe... uhhhnn... awesome!"

"I told you you'd like it! Feels like you're having an orgasm,
doesn't it."

"Uhhh... It feels... unhhhh... like I'm cummmminnnnn!" Streams of
white juice erupted from Sam as he sat there with a dazed look on his
face, water shooting out of his butt and cum shooting out of his rigid
organ.

"Last week Brent filled me up really full and then made me sit on his
lap with his dick inside of me for over an hour until the rippling in my
belly finally made him cum. Then he backed up and let me slide down off
his dick onto the hole. When his dickhead popped out of my asshole, it
was still wide open and the water just poured out. I started cumming
immediately and if Brent hadn't been holding me against his chest I'd
have fallen on the floor I was cumming so hard. That was so fantastic!"

"I think I know how you must have felt." Sam said, the fluids having
stopped running out of him from both sides.

I turned around and put my butt in his face. "Have a feel of that, with
your lips. You lost, now pay up!"

Sam leaned forward and pecked a quick kiss on my left cheek and almost
immediately landed a hard, stinging slap on my right cheek. I jumped
forward and grabbed my stinging butt with one hand. "Ow! That's not
funny!" I replied to Sam's laughing. I turned and sat down on the other
hole and almost immediately cut loose with a stream of water myself. Sam
leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a hug, the
movement releasing another, weaker stream of water from his bottom.

"Being brothers with you is awesome, Jason."

Still rubbing my butt, I replied, "Yeah, but you're going to have to be
more gentle with me. You're really strong."

"Did I really hurt you? I'm sorry."

Grudgingly, I admitted that he hadn't really hurt me, but that I really
was impressed at how strong he was. We talked while the last of the water
came out of us and then gave each other another, but smaller enema to
clean out the last of any mess inside. When we were finally rid of that
we washed and dried each others butts and headed back inside.

Brent and Oleg were still talking and making drawings on my art pad. I
went over to the cabinet and got out four of the big fuzzy towels.
Beckoning Sam with my head I moved over to the front door. "You guys
going to take a bath tonight, or are you going to sit there and talk all
night? Looking up they saw Sam and me standing there naked except for our
boots and both men grinned.

Brent said, "We can finish this in the morning. Come on, Oleg, let's
get cleaned up."

Oleg got up and both men headed for the door. "Why don't you guys strip
off here? Then you won't have to carry your clothes back from the
bathing hole." I said. The men looked at each other and shrugged. A few
minutes later, four naked guys, wearing boots and carrying a towel each,
were headed down the path to the bathing hole.

I stopped on the way down to drop the bars on the corral where Blackhawk
and Dancer were resting with their heads draped over each others back.
They followed us eagerly down to the stream and their favorite pasture.
We hung our towels over some bushes and Oleg and Sam followed Brent and
me down the bank into the water. They entered the water trepidaceously,
expecting cold water and loudly exclaimed their pleasure at the warmth of
the water. Oleg quickly figured out what was going on and closed the gate
admitting the cold water. He moved over to the shallow water where the
hot spring water entered the pond and laid down in the sand.

Laughing at his grunts of pleasure as he wiggled himself a comfortable
nest into the warm sand, I stepped astraddle of Oleg and sat down on the
big muscular mounds of his ass where it still poked out above the surface
of the water. Scooping up double handfuls of the clean yellow sand, I
covered his back and shoulders with a thick layer and began scrubbing the
ingrained dirt and forge smoke out of his leathery skin. Oleg just sighed
deeply and rested his head on his crossed forearms. Oleg was wonderfully
responsive to my efforts, stretching to expose the itchy spots, grunting
and groaning with pleasure and begging me to scrub harder at the
especially sensitive spots.

I started at Oleg's shoulders, scrubbing carefully at first until he
asked me to use some real pressure and to quit tickling him. I went to
work with dedicated enthusiasm after that, aided and abetted by his
active, if relaxed, participation. I marveled at the truly heroic
proportions of Oleg's musculature. I'd seen him naked and knew that he
was big, but I'd never actually realized just exactly how massively
constructed this very masculine blacksmith was. I took my time cleaning
and exploring this fascinating man's body. I noticed that Brent had laid
Sam down in the sand and was providing him the same service I was
performing for Oleg, only Sam seemed to be a lot more ticklish and Brent
had to swat his butt several times to keep him still. I noticed that Sam
would wiggle and squirm around a lot and then stick his butt up in the
air just before Brent spanked him. My dick started getting fluffed up
watching Brent spank Sam. I made a mental note to tell Brent that
sometimes I liked to be spanked too.

Meanwhile, I had my hands quite literally full of handsome male animal
and got back to work cleaning him up. Working the sand against the broad
muscles of his back was purely pleasurable for the both of us. Oleg
grunting and groaning and my dick half hard and wagging around with my
movements. I took an especially long time scrubbing his big buttocks,
adding handful after handful of clean sand and really enjoying this
opportunity to play with and explore such a perfect ass. I was especially
careful as I gently cleaned down in crack between his buttocks, but took
my time nonetheless. Oleg signified his approval by spreading his legs
and lifting his butt so I could clean his anal region especially
carefully and thoroughly.

Working down his legs was like trying to clean a couple of hard oak
treetrunks that were coated with long tendrils of grasping moss that kept
entangling my fingers. Oleg's calves had great large knots of muscle
that I not only cleaned, but took the time to massage and work some of
the kinks out, which brought loud moans of pleasure from the normally
stoic Swede.

When I started on Oleg's feet, I finally found his ticklish spot. His
feet were unbelievably sensitive and he insisted on laughing and
thrashing around as I tried to wash them. Trying to sit on his legs to
hold him still just got me tossed into the water and I finally had to
resort to Brent's method  and give him a spanking. Oleg just laughed and
pushed his butt up into the air as though daring me to try and hurt him.
I noticed both Brent and Sam watching as I whaled away at Oleg's big
butt, Brent's middle finger disappearing into the crack of Sams ass as
they watched. Oleg kept waving his ass around and taunting me to
"massage" his ass hard enough for him to feel it. I really got into
spanking Oleg and we put on quite a show for Brent and Sam, who was by
now wiggling around on Brent's finger. Between watching Brent and Sam and
spanking Oleg, my dick was standing up as straight and tall as a white
pine.

Oleg finally let me finish scrubbing his feet and I twisted his legs
across each other to roll him over onto his back. I scooped sand all over
the fronts of his legs and across his groin and scrubbed my way up both
stout legs. He spread his legs for me when I got to his groin and I
scrubbed his thick bush with plenty of sand. Much more gently, I washed
down the creases between his legs and, using just water and my hands, I
washed his balls. I'd like to say they were the size of grapefruit, but
that'd be a lie, and besides, I'd never seen a grapefruit in those
days. But they felt the size of grapefruit in my hands. Big and meaty and
heavy and solid. Hand filling. Any stallion would be proud to claim a set
of nuts like that, or the hose that was filling with blood up above them.
Oleg laid back in the sand and relaxed, perfectly willing to let me play
with his nuts as long as I was could keep myself amused.

Reluctantly. I finally quit fondling his balls and cupped his heavy
tubesteak in both my hands. I wasn't really erect, but was sort of
spongy-full of blood. Seeing him up close like this I realized that he
had to have the most copious foreskin of any man I'd ever seen. It hung
real loose and full around his big cockhead, continuing on for three or
four inches past the end of his cock. I stuck my forefinger into the
opening and felt how thick and pliable the skin was between my thumb and
forefinger. "Wow!" I said.

Oleg lifted his head and smiled at me. "My brother started playing with
that when he was ten and I was eight. He really likes to pull on it and
stretch it and tie things inside there so I can fuck him with them. Go
ahead and play with it if you want too. I like it!"

Teasing, I pinched his skin between my fingers. "Like that?" I taunted.

A funny look crossed his face and his cock surged up even harder as he
moaned, "Yeah. Like that! Harder! You can't hurt me, it just feels
good!"

Teasing and playing, I stretched and pulled and tweaked and pinched the
skin to my hearts delight. I've always been fascinated by foreskins and
this had to be the best one ever. I one point I had his cockhead grasped
in my fist and his foreskin pulled up completely over my fist up to my
wrist. I could imagine how much his brother must have worked to stretch
him out like this. And how much pleasure they both much have received and
given in the process.

I finally released the enticing organ and continued up across Oleg's
belly and chest, using the sand to remove his excess body oils, surface
dirt and dead skin. I ended up spending a leisurely time wandering around
his pectorals. While Sam's had very much impressed me, Oleg's heavy
musculature was an entirely different order of impressiveness. Mature.
Work-hardened. Pliable only when he made a distinct effort to relax them,
Oleg's chest muscles deserved and received a lot of my attention. His
large, darkly colored paps and nipples made me want to cuddle up to his
chest and nurse myself to sleep.

Shaking my head to clear the daydreams, I scrubbed down Oleg's arms and
hands, first left and then right. Taking both his hands in mine, I pulled
until he sat up and then stood and followed me into the deep water where
I could rinse him off. I'd just gotten him to duck himself underwater
when there was a loud splash. Brent had thrown Sam into the deep part of
the pool near Oleg and me. Sam came up sputtering and jumped and landed
on him. I yelled, "HEY!" and jumped on Brent. That began a free-for
-all, first a & b against c & d, then a & b & c against d and then d
(Oleg) taking on a & b & c and trashing us all. Finally, laughing and
exhausted, we fell apart and lolled around in the hot water.

Later, Oleg got up and lifted me out of the water like a baby.
Automatically, my arms and legs went around his waist and shoulders. He
carried me back over to the shallow water and carefully laid me down. I
noticed Sam dragging Brent's inert floating body and arranging him in
the shallow water as Oleg began to sand scrub me. His hands were
surprisingly gentle and careful and I sort of dozed off under his
marvelous ministrations. It was strange, I wasn't actually asleep, but
both my body and my mind were just sort of floating. I could feel what he
was doing to me, and it felt wonderful, and so did I for that matter, but
it's like I couldn't react. I just floated there and let him move me
however he desired. I let him do whatever he wanted and didn't resist in
any way. One of his big, work-hardened fingers tapped at my back door and
my body just opened right up for him and let his finger flow inside of
me.

Oleg eventually carried me back to the deep water and rinsed me off. I
noticed that Brent had Sam draped over one of the big rocks and was
working on his ass. Oleg must have noticed too because he picked me up
and laid me down next to Sam and started giving my ass a real thorough
going over as well. I groaned and turned my head over so I could watch
Sam. He grinned at me and then waggled his eyebrows at me. I smiled back
and nodded in agreement, we were both about to get screwed, and we both
knew it. We reached over and held each others hands.

"That's a great ass, isn't it, Oleg."

"Yeah. This is really fine. What do you tink of the ass on that boy of
mine's?"

"Hot! Truly hot. The way it's reacting I think it's going to need a
long hard screwing to calm it back down."

"Yeah This one is twitching and biting at my fingers something fierce. I
think it needs to be fucked real good. Do you want to plow my Sam?"

"I'd really like that Oleg, but only if it's OK with the boys."

I knew that Brent was feeling awkward, wanting to screw another boy with
me right there, but I trusted Sam and Oleg and figured that this was a
good time to let Brent know that I didn't have a ring through his nose.
"Brent, Sam's a good friend, and you're not trying to hide anything
from me. If it's OK with Sam, I'd really like to see you in action. But
you're going to have to give Oleg permission to screw me at the same
time, because I'm too horny to just watch."

Still kind of uncomfortable, but really horny, Brent kind of stumbled
out, "Uh, Sam..."

Sam just grinned at me, and then over his shoulder at Brent, "Sure,
Brent. Looked to me like you screwed Jason really good the other day, and
I'd really like to feel what it's like to be humped like that. Oleg,
you ask Jason really nice and give him a good fucking so he'll let me
get some of Brent's dick up my ass."

Oleg had three of his big, hard-skinned fingers up my butt, working me
over pretty good. He just laughed that deep, booming laugh of his.
"Well, Jason. What do you think? Should we give these two an excuse to
show off?"

"Get those rough damn fingers out of my ass and put that little bitty
pecker of yours up there where it might do some good you big oaf.
They're going to be too busy watching me drain your puny body dry to get
in much fucking of their own!" I said, trying hard to keep the laughter
and eagerness out of my voice.

"Is he always this mouthy?" Oleg asked Brent.

"When he's horny, he is. The only thing you can do is try to fuck his
brains out to shut him up."

Oleg carefully removed his fingers from my chute and slapped my butt.
"Get ready to get fucked by a real man, little boy!"

I reared up in surprise and started to say, `You and what army?', but
he put his hand between my shoulders and pushed me back down on the rock
and held me there like I was a newborn kitten. I could still struggle,
but it didn't seem to affect his big, rock hard body at all.

Oleg rumbled from above me, "You ready to screw that boy of mine?"

"Yep! You ready?"

"Yep! On three?"

"On three!"

"1"

"2"

Nobody heard "Three" for all the squealing Sam and I were doing. I
mean, we had eighteen inches of hot man meat jammed up our asses, and
while Brent's was a couple of inches longer that Oleg's, Oleg's was
REALLY fat and was splitting me open like never mind! Our legs shot out
from the pressure in our asses and when I looked at Sam his eyes were
bulging like Brent's dick was pushing against them from the backside. I
knew the feeling, but damn, how did Sam handle this fat chunk of meat
that was up my ass? Especially getting fucked by it so often. Man, that
Sam could really take some dick. I was impressed. But not nearly as
impressed as I was with the need to deal with a man getting into some
heavy action up my aching ass. Sam squeezed my hand and we both buckled
down to get to work on the trembling pistons splitting our asses apart.

Oleg and Brent spent the next half-hour or so trying to outdo each other
with both plain and fancy fucking. They seemed to be scoring each other
on the amount of noise either Sam or me were making at any particular
time. It's not like they actually gave us a break or anything, but we'd
hear, "Hey, that was pretty good, but watch this," and one of us or the
other was in for some extra hard pounding or some fancy move or another.
Oleg had one of those cocks that just keep getting fatter the closer you
got to the base, and one of his favorite tricks was to force the damn
thing as far into me as he could get it and then just grind it around
until my butthole was all stretched out of shape and my ass was scoured
red by his blond pubes. He'd get me all wet and opened up and then grab
my hips or shoulders and hunch up into my battered ass without actually
withdrawing at all. My poor asshole would just stretch all out of shape
and he'd have me screaming like a banshee in lust.

Brent would return the favor by deep-dicking Sam until he was screaming
even louder than I was, whereupon Oleg would batter his broad cockhead
into my abused prostrate until I picked up the volume to at least match
what Sam was doing. By the time Oleg laid his scratchy chest down on my
sweaty back I'd been cumming for ten minutes straight, He started
pounding into me really hard and all I could do was spread my legs even
further and lift my butt to take all the cock I could get. I turned my
head over and Brent was down on Sam's back giving him pretty much the
same treatment that I was getting. Sam's mouth was hanging open and
saliva was drooling out onto the rock. Brent had him pinned down hard and
the vacant look on Sam's face told me that just about all he was aware
of was the storm in his ass. Brent was piledriving Sam but good, and I
knew exactly what it felt like when Brent made up his mind to do some
heavy-duty deep dicking. I hooked my hand behind Sam's neck and pulled
our faces together. Oleg's balls were no longer pounding against my ass,
and I couldn't hear Brent's slapping against Sam's butt either. The
stud's balls were pulled up tight and they were heading into the short
strokes as Sam and me tried to tie our tongues into a knot.

The stallions were humping us in synchronized double-time and I took
Sam's chin between my teeth and bit down as the squealing studs on our
backs started spurting us full of steaming wads of hot cum. Sam thrashed
around like a boy gone wild and I hung onto him and that rock for all I
was worth. My lower back was tense with strain from holding my butt up in
position for Oleg who returned the favor by biting into my neck and
pounding me so hard that my hard buttcheeks were squished flat to the
bone with every thrust he made.

The squelching sounds started when  Oleg and Brent started pumping Sam
and me full of slick, foaming manseed and refused to slow down their
rapid fire attacks on our buttholes. They finally couldn't take it any
more and just clenched themselves to our backs and ground their hairy
crotches into our hard-muscled behinds.

Sam and I grinned at each other and suddenly knew what we had to do.
Wiggling around, we managed to extricate ourselves from under the
exhausted studs, their cocks slurping out of our buttholes as we escaped.
Scooping slickness from our behinds to lubricate our numb cocks, we held
the big studs down on the rocks and plunge fucked the both of them at the
same time. They were too exhausted to put up more that a token
resistance. Watching Sam buttfuck Brent's fine ass made me so horny that
I like to tore Oleg's ass up. I got to thinking about watching Sam screw
Angel and having him watch me and the next thing I knew I was biting
Oleg's neck and pumping him full of my hot juice. Sam was right behind me
and had Brent begging for his juice before pumping him full of steaming
spunk.

We drug the big guys off the rock and into the hot, shallow water before
collapsing with them into a tangled pile of sated male flesh. The moon
was high and bright before we woke up and gently finished washing each
other off and headed back to the house. The horses followed us and
Blackhawk followed Dancer back into the coral without any fuss. We all
collapsed into the big feather bed and Oleg held Sam while Brent cuddled
me to his front and we all fell warmly into a deep and untroubled sleep.

We were awake well before dawn and Sam and I showed each other how we
took care of our favorite men's morning erections. As usual, Brent was
pretty quick to dump his morning load, and was still laying in bed
watching Oleg's technique with Sam when I crawled down the ladder to go
to the outhouse and get breakfast started.

Oleg was surprised and very vocal about the quality of the big breakfast
I prepared, Fresh hens eggs, thin sliced deer steak, buttermilk ,
potatoes fried with a little bit of sage, and fresh biscuits with cow
butter and honey.

I sketched out on the ground at the east side of the house how I wanted
my cook shed built. I wanted some way of keeping the shed cool in the
summer and warm in the winter and Sam came up with the idea of building
removable shutters under a hinged roof. In the summertime the louvers
would hold up the roof and let the heat escape from the house and
cookshed. In the wintertime, the shutters would be removed and the roof
would be lowered to the fixed walls, holding the heat from the big stove
in and directing it into the main house. Everyone agreed that it would
work and Oleg forged a set of hinges that would hold that roof for a
thousand years. He also made a set of hooks so that pulleys could be
rigged from the ridgebeam of the house to lift the roof of the cook shed
as well as making all the hardware Brent needed for Dancers new stall and
some other projects he had in mind or underway. Brent and Sam and I
worked hard on the new addition, using some of the lumber that Brent had
prepared for Dancers stall to finish off the inside with smooth, clean
planks that I intended to paint white. On the second day all four of us
moved the cast iron stove into the kitchen and raised the walls around
it.

The third day Brent went back down to the barn to work with Oleg and Sam
and I painted the new kitchen inside and out and moved in the new
cabinets and fixtures. Then Sam worked on moving the big sink while I
polished the new stove to within an inch of its life. Once the smell was
burned off and the carbon black fused well into the pores of the cast
iron, I started work on my first dinner prepared from my fancy new
cabinet and stove.

Dinner was a fantastic success. From the roast deer to the big chocolate
cake, everything came out just perfect and I liked to swelled up and
burst with pride and compliments. After dinner, Brent dug out some brandy
and cigars and he and Oleg drank and smoked while Sam and I showed off
the work we'd done in the new kitchen.

Brent and Oleg and Sam were sitting at the kitchen table, talking about
some work they needed to finish in the morning before Oleg and Sam left
to go back to town. I was sitting in Brent's soft chair across the room
and my mind wandered over the past, remembering the good, and the bad.
Then Brent looked up at me and caught my eye and I realized how good life
was, and how much better it was going to get.



[My friends, this is the end of the story, for right now. Perhaps I will
tell the rest of the story another time, for there is much to tell. Brent
and Jason had many years and many adventures together and the story is, I
think, worth telling. Please let me know what you think of the story. You
can write me at

<jonhold@earthlink.net>.


Be well, be happy with life, and thanks for reading, and writing. Jon ]


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