by Zavo
“I can provide undergarments as well.”
When I was completely naked, I bundled up my clothes and handed them to Josiah. It was impossible to miss the fact that he could not take his eyes from my cock. When he was finally able to tear his gaze free, his eyes met mine and I heard an audible intake of breath. He paused for a moment, as if to ask me a question.
“Is something wrong, Josiah?”
“It can wait, Benjamin. Have a good rest.”
“Thanks, Josiah.”
He turned without another word and climbed down the ladder. I went to the closest bed and turned back the wool coverlet. Beneath it was a crisp, white sheet. It was warm in the alcove, so I decided to forgo the blanket. I pulled it down to the end of the bed and then slid beneath the sheet. I stared at the broad-beamed ceiling, my thoughts returning to Jake. I still could not come to terms with his death. I traced the events of the past few months in my mind: Jake’s initial pursuit and capture of me, my escape from Sheriff Rawlins, our search for Bart Jensen, the sudden and deadly arrival of Sheriff Rawlins, and Jake’s ultimate death at his hands. Now, Rawlins was dead. Who knew of my whereabouts? Rawlins had sent at least two telegraph messages during our journey to Abilene. I didn’t know who he had sent them to.
All I had surmised was that he was keeping someone in Abilene abreast of our progress. Someone in Abilene had been awaiting Sheriff Rawlins’s arrival with me. When he didn’t show up, that someone was going to be looking for him. And me as well. When he was found without me, the hunt would begin again. The only two men who could prove my innocence were dead. As these thoughts flashed through my mind, I became convinced that a life in Mexico was my only hope. I would disappear across the border, take on a new identity, and start a fresh life. I owed it to myself and to Jake to remain alive.
As I continued to think of Jake and our intimate moments together, my hand stole down to my cock. It was fully hard and already exuding droplets of pre-juice. I pushed the sheet down till it was bunched at my feet. I ran my thumb through the slit in my cockhead. I gathered the early juice collecting there and spread it along the thick shaft. I added some spit to the mess and began slow, long, steady strokes. With my left hand, I began playing with my balls. Eventually, I moved lower to my puckered opening. I was so engrossed in my self-pleasuring that I did not see or hear Josiah return with my clothing. Before I realized it he was standing next to the bed. There was no time to hide what I was doing. He had to have seen, yet he still chose to approach me.
“Here are your clothes, Benjamin. You sure are a man of strong appetites.”
He laid the clothes on the bed but did not leave. His gaze was transfixed by my cock. I let go of it and looked up at him expectantly. Silently, he knelt by the side of the bed. He reached out and grabbed my dick in his right hand. His hand was rough but warm. He ran his left hand through the hairs on my chest, curling it around his fingertips. From there he dipped down to the patch above my cock.
“So much hair,” he murmured.
Still holding my dick, he looked at me as if asking for permission. I nodded my head slightly. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around my shaft, just below the fat head. He slid his fingers long my stiffness several times. I moaned softly and lay my head back on the pillow. Without warning, he released my cock and I felt his wet tongue on its head. He swirled his tongue over the sensitive flesh and explored the piss slit. Josiah took the head tentatively into his mouth and sucked on it softly. He made a low humming noise like a swarm of bees. After sucking for several minutes, he let it plop out of his mouth. Josiah looked up at me almost shyly.
“I’ve never had one of these in my mouth before. I typically only use my hand.”
I couldn’t think of a response that wouldn’t sound stupid. I simply placed my hand on the back of his head and gently guided his mouth back to where it had been. He understood, and ran his tongue around the fat crown once more. He swallowed the head again and slowly sank down my pole. He didn’t stop till he was about two inches from the thick base. He tried to take the rest of it, but began gagging. With his right hand, he began kneading my balls. With his left, he began pinching my nipples.
He stayed on my stiffer for a good while, sucking on it and enjoying the taste of it. When he finally slowly slid back to the crown, he trailed his tongue along the underside of my shaft. The sensation was incredible. When he got to the knob, he swallowed me determinedly once more. He began sucking my cock slowly and lovingly, exploring every inch of it. He exerted just the right amount of pressure at the base, or on the crown. Josiah also continued to use his tongue to full advantage on the shaft. I clasped my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. I slowly pumped my hips to match his bobbing head. Before long, I felt the anticipated tingling at the base and knew my explosion was building.
Josiah never paused in his sucking. He released my balls and began probing beneath them with a finger, heading toward my asshole. He soon found what he was looking for. After wetting the finger, he pushed insistently till the digit slid in deep. I moaned softly and bucked my hips as he slid his finger in and out. My release quickly came boiling up out of me.
“I’m going to shoot, Josiah!”
I cried out as the first blast escaped through its tiny slot. Josiah just happened to be on an upward moment. When it hit the back of his throat, a look of surprise appeared on his face. But he swallowed it like a champ, and stayed on my cock as I emptied into his mouth. He never once gagged or hesitated at the thick flow. When I was sure I was spent, he managed to wring a few final drops from me. He then sawed on my cock once more before releasing it. He wiped his sleeve across his mouth then stood and looked down at me.
“I’ve never had that happen before, Benjamin. I think I liked it.”
“Not as much as I did, Josiah, believe me.”
He laughed out loud at that.
“Supper will be served in around an hour. I just brought my cows into the barn, and could use a hand with the milking if you have the know-how and the gumption.”
“I have both, Josiah.”
I got dressed and followed him down the ladder to the first floor. We left the house and walked to our right for several hundred feet, eventually reaching a large, two-story barn. Josiah pulled one of the double doors open and I followed him inside. He quickly lit several candles that were placed throughout the barn. When this was done, he moved to the right side of the barn where six milk cows were standing, contentedly munching hay. As I stepped up behind him, he turned to me, a curious expression on his face. He took a few steps toward me till we were almost touching. I could smell his sweat and his overpowering masculine scent.
He leaned into me and our lips met. He slid his tongue inside my mouth and probed tenderly. He then placed his hands on my hips as his kisses became more urgent. He pressed his cock insistently against mine. I could feel its length and thickness through the thin material of his pants. I grabbed it through the cloth and squeezed and stroked it. He thrusts became more urgent and his tongue was probing wildly. Suddenly, he let go of me and took several steps back. His chest was heaving and a small circle of stain had appeared at his crotch. The lust in his eyes was palpable.
“My apologies, Benjamin. I’m not usually this forward. I have a strong attraction to you that is simply overpowering.”
“That’s okay, Josiah.”
“Unfortunately, Benjamin, right now I must get the milking done or we will have none for our evening repast. We can finish this after we eat.”
“I’m yours whenever you feel the urge, Josiah.”
*
After supper that night, with nothing else to do, I grabbed a book from several I had seen in the cupboard. I said my good nights, grabbed a fresh lit candle from the hearth, and climbed the ladder to the loft. Josiah and his family were sitting at the table reading from the Bible. I set the candle on the table, got undressed, and crawled beneath the sheet. After reading only two chapters on the early colonization of America, my head beg
an to nod. I had just laid the book on the table when I heard someone ascending the ladder. It was Josiah, with one of the ubiquitous white candles. He was barefoot and clad in his nightshirt. He walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at me. His need was unmistakable.
He pulled his nightshirt over his head and stood naked before me. His chest was hairless, but broad and well-muscled. His arms and legs were muscular as well, with only a smattering of hair. His cock was long and fat, with a huge thatch of dark brown hair spreading out from its base. But the most amazing thing was his cock; it was unlike any I had ever seen. There was no skin covering the head. While still soft the head was fully exposed.
“I’ve never seen a cock like that, Josiah.”
“It’s an age-old practice among my people, Benjamin. It’s done at birth. The loose skin that typically covers the head is simply cut away.”
“I like it very much.”
He smiled as he reached down and pulled the sheet to my ankles. His gaze traveled the length of my body before returning to my crotch. He crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed my cock in his right hand and stroked it slowly till I was fully hard. He didn’t take it in his mouth, though. To my surprise, he wrapped it inside his beard and began stroking me again. The sensation was amazing. While he used his beard thus, he began gently kneading my balls. After several minutes, he stopped both altogether and moved up and straddled my waist. Our erections were now pressed tightly together. He leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, his tongue forcing its way in. I sucked his tongue gently, and he moaned softly.
When I released his tongue, he slid off the bed and grabbed his nightshirt. He retrieved a leather packet from a hidden pocket and resumed his position on my stomach. When he opened the packet the smell of bacon fat wafted to me. He scooped something out with his fingertips, rose up, and applied it between the cheeks of his ass. When he was satisfied, he grabbed my stiffer and spread the substance on it as well. He clasped my right hand in his and rose up and back till the head of my prick slid into his crack and the head snugged up against his hole. He paused a moment, then clasped my left hand as well.
“I’ve never done this before, Benjamin, so please take it slowly!”
“I promise, Josiah.”
I pressed up against him as he forced his weight down upon my pole. I felt the head pop through the ring of flesh, and Josiah gasped and sucked in his breath. At the same time his grips on my hands became almost crushing. Without warning, he pushed down heavily, and I was fully inside him. So much for going slow. He was warm and tight, tighter than I’d had in a long time. It was evident he was telling the truth about me being the first. He closed his eyes and simply sat on my cock. Sweat was running down his chest in streams. He paused for a moment, then started slowly rocking on my stiffer. I could feel the muscle inside his hole doubling in size, and as the head of my cock poked it repeatedly, Josiah’s moans intensified.
I grabbed him at the waist and turned us over as one. I slowly pulled out of him and then pushed back in. When I hit bottom, he made a mewling noise that I was sure had been heard clear around the settlement.
“Josiah, we need to be quiet.”
Without waiting for a response, I wadded up a bit of the sheet and stuck it in his mouth. He understood and bit down on it. I began pumping my hips and plunging in and out of him, Josiah began rocking back to meet my thrusts. He was drenched with sweat. On my next lunge, I felt his warm seed splashing onto my belly. I knew my own explosion wasn’t far behind. After two more powerful thrusts, I began emptying into him. Josiah kissed me on the lips. When I was spent, he hugged me fiercely. I withdrew and rolled onto my back beside him. He leaned up on one elbow, grinning from ear to ear.
“That was like nothing I’ve ever felt before, Benjamin. But it is late, and I must return to my own bed. I will see you in the morning.”
He kissed me a final time then crawled over me and off the bed. He donned his nightshirt and disappeared down the ladder.
For the next two weeks, I helped Josiah with his chores: feeding the animals, chopping firewood, tending the large vegetable gardens, and hunting in the woods. The entire community looked out for one another. We often shared the fruits of our hunting, or helped a neighbor with his crops, or replenished someone’s wood supply. I ate all my meals with Josiah and his family, and Josiah continued to visit me in the alcove. He didn’t show up every night, probably for fear of discovery. But he was with me almost every other night for the first week. He couldn’t get enough of my cock, whether he was slobbering over it or riding it to one powerful explosion after another.
As the second week unfolded, we started sneaking off during the day: to the woods, in the hayloft, anyplace we could find. He would simply drop his pants and grab his ankles. On our second expedition into the woods, he had pushed me roughly to my knees, pulled his dick from his pants, and ordered me to suck it. This was one of the rare times when he wasn’t completely submissive to me. He certainly knew how to please a man, and proved himself to be a strong and powerful lover. I knew if I wasn’t careful I was going to fall in love with this gentle man.
*
As another week passed, I had endured a particularly grueling day of chores. I ate a hurried supper and climbed the ladder to my room. I just wanted to crawl beneath the covers and go to sleep. I had only been there for a few minutes when I heard several masculine voices coming from below. Shortly thereafter, someone began ascending the ladder. It was Josiah.
“Sorry to disturb you, Benjamin, but I needed to let you know that my sons, Jeremiah and Joshua, have returned. They will be sharing the bed next to yours. Good night.”
“Good night, Josiah.”
I lay awake, listening to the sounds of their voices below. I must have drifted off, for the next sound I heard was someone ascending the ladder. A figure stepped off the top rung, carrying one of the ubiquitous white candles. A young man was suddenly standing next to my bed. He smiled, showing numerous large white teeth.
“You must be Benjamin.”
“I am.”
“I’m Joshua, one of Josiah’s sons. Jeremiah will be along soon.”
As he finished speaking, another figure came up the ladder. It was a man who was also carrying a candle. When he stood beside Joshua, at first I thought I was asleep and dreaming. That’s when I realized Josiah’s sons were identical twins. I had never met twins before. My face must have surely expressed my surprise.
“Benjamin, this is my brother, Jeremiah.”
“Pleased to meet you, Jeremiah.”
“Likewise, Benjamin.”
Jeremiah came a step closer.
“We were turning in for the night, unless you wish us to join you first?”
“I’d like that, Jeremiah.”
They began undressing. Each chest was hairless, and capped by large, dark brown nipples. They were also heavily muscled, but not disproportionately so. In unison, they undid the buttons on their cotton pants, sliding them down over extremely hairy legs. They both resembled their father.
They weren’t wearing any drawers, revealing thick swaths of black crotch hair, over fat, quickly-hardening cocks. Their cocks also mimicked Josiah’s with the skin removed from the head. They stepped out of their pants, and joined me in bed, one on each side of me. Joshua was on my left and Jeremiah was on my right. The smell of their sweat and maleness was heavy about me. Joshua leaned toward me, his lips seeking mine. He kissed me deeply and, as he pulled away, his brother took his turn. I tasted tobacco on his tongue as it parted my lips.
While Jeremiah explored the inside of my mouth with his tongue, his fingers were busy exploring the front of me. He ran his fingers through the hair of my chest and stomach and playfully pinched both nipples. Joshua joined his brother in exploring my chest, and it became impossible to tell their hands apart. While Jeremiah continued to suck and bite on my nipples, Joshua licked through the hair of my torso to my crotch. He swathed my crotch before conti
nuing down to the root of my cock. It was erect and begging for attention. He ran his tongue around the thick root and then up and down the shaft. In the meantime, Jeremiah now had his face buried in my crotch hair. He seemed determined to pick up where his brother had left off. They worked in unison, like a team of fine horses. I was sure this was not their first time performing together.
On Joshua’s next lick, he swirled his tongue over the fat crown of my cock, then slowly swallowed it. But he only went halfway; Jeremiah was there to lick the bottom half his generous brother had left for him. Thus it went for the next several minutes: Joshua bobbing on half of my stiffer, while Jeremiah licked the rest. Without warning, and without missing a lick, they swung around so their feet were resting on my shoulders. This placed hard cocks within reach of my hands. I spit into both hands, coated each fat pole, and began slowly stroking them. Joshua and Jeremiah were now taking turns sucking my cock. With their fingers they played with my nut sac and explored between the cheeks of my ass. I increased my strokes, and soon their seed was spraying into the palms of my hands. I ate everything they had given me before lying back to enjoy the rest of the show.
Each brother now had a finger planted deep in my asshole. As Joshua took his turn on my pole, my explosion began. The first blob of my seed landed square in his mouth, and as he released the head of my cock, more seed shot forth. They took turns catching the drops. When I was spent, they both licked my prick clean. When they were done, they crawled next to me and rested their heads on my chest.
“It sure was nice to meet you,” Joshua said sleepily.
Jeremiah echoed his brother’s sentiment.
“Likewise, boys. Good night.”
“Good night, Benjamin,” they said in unison.
I was asleep within minutes.
When I woke, an almost full moon was casting its glow into the room. Joshua and Jeremiah were asleep on either side of me. Their heads were still resting on my chest. The warmth of their bodies kept the night chill at bay. I dozed off again, and when I woke a second time, I was alone. The bed next to me was empty, and dawn was breaking outside. The smell of coffee drifted up from below. I dressed and descended the ladder. Josiah was sitting alone at the table, eating a bowl of porridge. When I sat down, his wife placed one in front of me as well.