1 comments/ 18090 views/ 16 favorites Living Out West Pt. 01 By: KF90 "I hate thunderstorms," said my cousin after the latest crack of lightning and flash of light streaming through the room. This wasn't really the welcome that I had imagined. Mom had thought "learning about life out west" with her brother (my uncle) and his family would be good for me. Toughen me up. And so, here I was, on my first night here, wide awake from the storm outside. My cousin, Anders, was lying on his bed and I was in a sleeping bag on the floor at the foot of the bed he was in. "Does it do this often," I asked. The last time I was out here, I was seven year old - almost a third my current age. There wasn't much that I remembered except for the occasional image or oddity that stuck with me over the years. I hadn't seen my cousin, his older brother, or my uncle, since then. "Not too often, but when it gets bad, it gets really bad," he replied. As if on cue, another loud crack rang through the room and my cousin jolted in bed. He paused, then asked slowly, "Are you okay on the floor? I mean, we could bunk up if you prefer. We're all family, after all." I did not want to sleep on the floor. No one chooses to sleep on the floor. I took the chance to get off the floor, possibly too eagerly than normal. "Yeah, actually." I stood up and saw the shuffle of my cousin's body under the bedcovers against the light coming in through the window. He went right, I went left. I pulled back the covers and slid in, trying to politely stick to the edge of the bed. I did not know my cousin well enough to make contact or to even start considering to divulge the fact that I was gay. Who knows what they think of us out here in sticks. He was a typical farm boy: average height with a strong frame, muscles that bode him well in the various high school sports he played. His blond hair and green eyes, a trait he shared with his brother and father, made their family photos look nearly suspicious of photoshopping. As for me, I was tall and lanky. I had my dad's brown hair and eyes, setting me as the clear odd one out here in North Dakota. "Thanks," I finally said as I settled in. "No problem," he replied before we both fell asleep. A knock on his door in the morning, and we both leaned our heads up from the bed to regain an awareness of our surroundings. A firm "morning, boys" from Uncle Tomas bellowed through the door. "Morning, dad," my cousin replied sleepily. He collapsed his head back on the bed to relish a few more moments. He had flipped onto his stomach in the night, his head now turned towards me on the other side of the bed. "Right, you're with me for today, so let's start with a walk around the farm." He smiled but kept his eyes closed while he spoke. "Uh, yeah, that'll be great," I mumbled. I was still half-asleep yet was also very aware of the raging morning wood that was being restrained by my hand resting along the elastic of my boxers. I paused, waiting for Anders to get up first so I could hide my erection. I felt a slap on my shoulder as he nudged me away and out of the bed. "Tag, you're first," he said, his eyes still closed. "Bathroom's just opposite the hallway." I paused, gathered my courage, and cupped my cock in my hand as I rolled out of the bed. Before I took my first step, I felt a strong tug along the back of my boxers, which slid over my hand-covered cock and down to my knees before I caught them with my legs. "Nice ass, cuz," and a quick smack finally explained what had happened: I had been pantsed. I hurriedly dipped down to pull my boxers back up to my waist and relocate my now semi-soften cock safely inside. I turned my head around, knowing I was blushing. Anders continued, unfazed by my embarrassment: "You really don't need to worry about those. Mom's probably already at work, and all the men in the house tend to walk around naked anyways." "I'll, uh, I'll just, uh, maybe keep them on for now," I sheepishly replied before heading to my bag to pick out clothes and stuff from my bag. "Suit yourself," he answered, now turning over onto his back. He brought his hands up behind his head, accentuating his already broad shoulders and revealing two blond, hairy armpits. He watched me leave, and I could have sworn that he had an arm tucked under the covers, too, touching himself. We showered, ate a quick breakfast, and then walked out towards the field. He pointed out where Uncle Tomas was driving a tractor in the distance. As we approached the barn in the back, Anders' older brother, Jorgen, came out. He was wearing denim overalls, with only a single strap holding the whole garment up around his body. He put us both to shame in strength: he was bigger and taller than his cousin (who wasn't small either), and hairier. A rich swatch of blond hair covered his exposed tanned chest. "Welcome to the farm," he said, smirking at me as he walked past. We went into the barn and climbed up to the loft to get a better view. We walked out to where a gate opened to the ground below, and Anders started to point things out to me: the edge of the farm, the neighbours and their fields, the town, and even the rough shapes of the next town down the road, too. He talked about the local area with a particular passion that was entrancing: so mesmerising that I only came realise that his hand had traveled from my shoulder down my back and into my pants. It was only when he clasped my ass in his warm, rough hand that I froze up with realisation. He didn't withdraw his hand. Instead, he just continued to look out onto the land for a few more seconds while his hand became firmer in its grasping and more adventurous in its exploring. He turned his head to me as he smirked, "Like I said, nice ass." To be continued... Living Out West Pt. 02 He turned his head to me as he smirked, "Like I said, nice ass." I was frozen. Despite my body's rigidity, my cousin deftly used his hand on my ass to turn my body around and towards him. He pulled me in for a kiss. It started as a soft landing. Then I could hear the air running those his nostrils as he took a deep breath in. His chest heaved with oxygen and pressed against my malleable frame. Possibly beckoned further by the scent, his second kiss was substantially firmer and his other hand migrated up towards the back of my head to pull me in further. His tongue flicked my lips open, and he quickly used it to play with mine. He was experienced: he had definitely done this before, and kissing another guy was not something new to him. He took a step back, his hand around my head looping around and running down my chest as he let his arms fall to his side. His eyes followed his hand down my body before he looked back up at me. He asked, "You're into this, too, right?" He knew the answer. I was just too shy to do anything but mumble a weak "yes." "What was that?" He challenged me with another prompt. I cleared my throat. "Yes, I like it. I like it a lot." I paused, still bewildered by the circumstances. "I'm just a bit..." "Surprised?" He replied, smirking. "Well, let's just say that there's not a lot else to do out here. You live, you suck, you fuck..." He put particular emphasis on the last word, his hand sliding down to his crotch to clench a hefty bulge. We stood there, looking at each other a few more seconds before I heard a wooden plank creaking within the barn. I turned to see Jorgen dismounting from the ladder onto the loft. He was smiling at the sight of us two at the edge of the barn. "I see you've already started," he said. "Please continue," he said as he looked to his brother. "Sorry, Jorgen, I just thought we might as well start the day early," said Anders in quick reply before giving me a wink. He turned back to his brother: "Want to help me strip him down?" "What?" I asked. I felt like I was left out of the loop in something going on. "No, you keep going. I'll clear the bench," Jorgen replied. He gave my body a once-over before turning away to do something else. Just as he moved away, Anders grabbed my attention by grabbing onto the hem of my shirt. "Arms up." I did as he said, and he even more quickly pulled my shirt. I went for his shirt as he overpowered me to pull my jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. My cock bounced against the release from its restraint and his my cousin's warm and bulging bicep. My cock was a pencil against his arm: healthily long, but average in width, I felt the warmth of the sun directly hitting onto my cock - a new sensation I had never felt before. "Oh, yeah, you're liking this alright," my cousin said as he stood back up, looking at my cock. "Now turn around," he demanded. I turned around to reveal my ass. "Looks like he's got a better ass than you, Anders," I heard Jorgen say from afar. Indeed, my body looked like all the major muscle mass was compounded into a well-framed rear that I'll admit, even I enjoyed looking at in the mirror standing naked. "Fuck you, man," Anders replied. "No, today, I intend to do the fucking," Jorgen calmly replied, with full certainty in his tone. I turned back just at that time to see that Jorgen had been just a few feet away clearing a leather bench on sturdy wooden frame that I hadn't noticed before. It was a bench, per se, but more like a low-level platform, rising to just below Jorgen's knees. He used the opportunity to now connect his eyes with me, his gaze telling me that I was the object of his last sentence. Without breaking eye contact with me, he moved his hand up to the last clasp holding his overalls on his body to send his clothes tumbling to the ground in a heap around his feet. He looked down to pull his legs out and onto the floor. My eyes were glued to his cock. I had seen a couple in person before, but nothing like this. Jorgen's cock was something from a stud porn studio. A healthy but trimmed bush of hair surrounding his naked and raging cock, accentuating its shape. I'd guess he was only notionally longer than I was, but his girth was the feature of his cock that drew in your command. He smiled, "You've made out with him enough, let's let him graduate to tasting something different." Anders dutifully helped out his brother, who moved to the head of the platform, facing us, and motioned for me to get on the platform. "Kneel." I obeyed and knelt onto the platform at the other edge. A hand just between my shoulder blades from Anders pushed my body onto all fours. "Good boy," he said to me. "He's all yours," he added, this time talking to his brother. I looked up to see Jorgen's tall, muscular frame now towering in front of me. Standing on the floor itself, his frame put his cock directly a foot in front of me. From here I could see more detail: a smooth foreskin wrapped around a bulbous bright red head, a series of veins that wrapped around the edge of his girth to convey the strength of this particular muscle, and a shining bead of what I recognised as precum at the very tip. He used his left hand to stroke my face and wrap around the back of my neck with a firm pull towards him and his pulsating cock. "Don't be shy," he said. "We're family, after all." I stuck my tongue out to lick the precum off his head. It tasted sweet and salty at the same time. As I opened my mouth to take a second lick, Jorgen's hips bucked forward and the whole tip of his cock slid inside. He sighed as I began breathing through my nose and used my tongue to establish the size of his cock in my mouth. I could tell he wasn't going to be able to fit the whole thing inside, but I was electrified by the prospect of having it where it was. My tongue flicked around the head to establish that his foreskin was still in place, and so I pulled back away, this time running my lips firmly along the head to pull it back. This evoked another sweet drip of precum that I used to lubricate my mouth a bit further and tried to take in more of his cock. He slid just a few inches in before reaching a natural resistance. I opened my eyes to see that I had only succeeded at taking in about two thirds. He grunted and pulled his hips back to withdraw his cock. My head followed just behind, letting his cock re-enter. He became a bit louder and his hands moved to the sides of my head to guide my mouth. He seemed to recognise the natural limitations of my body against his strength. I'm sure he could've put my head into a hold and forced his way in, but he calmly and confidently let my head bob from the tip of his cock to the point of just applying a bit of resistance at my throat. It was with the fifth stroke that I felt two hands spread my ass cheeks and a wet tongue run from the bottom of my balls all the way up my ass crack. After one long establishing stroke, there followed five quick, thick swipes around my ass. Quickly prepped and wet, I could feel Anders' tongue expertly applying the right pressure on my hole to make me moan into Jorgen's cock and my body ache for penetration. His tongue lightly dug in at the right places to soften my body. Jorgen pulled his cock away, letting a trail of spit/precum mix stretch between my gaping mouth and his raging erection. His hand slid against my face and along my mouth to collect what remained of that mix and he used it to lube the unreached parts of his cock with his hand as he jerked himself a few times. He then walked around the platform, where Anders was now standing. Anders removed his shirt as he let his brother take his place standing just behind me. Their eyes were glued to the sight I couldn't see: the proximity of Jorgen's hard cock and my wet exposed ass. I spoke up: "Is...is there lube somewhere?" They both turned to me to give me a look that pondered how I could be so stupid to ask that question. I continued, taking their answer as assumed: "I've never done without lube before." A pause, then they looked to each other, and Jorgen motioned his head towards me to direct his brother. Anders's face lit up with quiet understanding as he took the required steps to then take the place of where his brother was standing. Except instead of standing, he knelt on one knee and looked at my eyes. As he knelt down, I followed the movement of his low-riding jeans to discern that he definitely wasn't wearing any underwear. He used his hands to bring my head back to directly facing him. He was only an inch away from me. "Just breathe, okay?" He said. I took one deep breath and as I exhaled, Anders kissed me once more. It was all an attempt to distract me from what couldn't be ignored: the firm grasp of Jorgen's hands on my hips, the firm press of the head of his saliva-coated cock against my hole, and the slow, measured entry of his cock head into my ass. I clenched against the new sensation and yelped in pain. "Breathe, dammit" commanded Anders. I opened my eyes to see him still in front of me, although I could tell one of his hands had drifted down into his jeans. I watched him take a long stroke of his cock, and I measured my breath to the same tempo. I relaxed again just as Jorgen dug into my ass deeper still. A repeat of the same process, although this time quicker, and I then could feel the weight of Jorgen's body pushing into mine as his cock finally buried itself to the base. "This is the tightest ass I've ever...And we're going to fucking ruin you, cuz." He didn't look at me. I turned around to see him standing there, enjoying the full sight of his cock nestled in my ass. He withdrew just to the head, let some spit fall down onto his cock, and quickly re-entered, this time without any slow entry. I grabbed onto the platform as I shook forward against the motion of Jorgen's cock. I closed my eyes to keep trying to breathe through what felt like the doubling of the largest cock I had ever taken before, simply lubed up with farmers' spit and whatever precum was now leaking from Jorgen's cock. I would be momentarily distracted as I could feel Anders' hands slowly moved along my body, massaging my into relaxation. This was to make me a better recipient to Jorgen's commanding and deep strokes. He noticed my unsteady positioning and moved his hands farther up my body onto my shoulders as he found a new, deeper motion to spring into. Anders' hands had moved onto my cock, which he now stroked with his firm, warm hands. I moaned with excitement, both to elicit more action but also to warn him and Jorgen that I was getting close. Evidently, Jorgen was much the same: he grunts became louder and more animalistic as his left hand moved from my shoulder into my hair. He clenched his fist and pulled from my hair to bring my head back. He used this new hold to launch a series of full, fast strokes, his entire cock emptying out of my system before slamming back in and shocking it with fullness. He grunts grew louder and louder until I felt it. His sperm, released as ropes of warm fluid pooling inside my body, took me over the edge as I shot my load in near synchronisation as Anders continued to coax my cock with his hand. I yelled in exasperated delight as the first stream of cum drooled out of my cock onto the platform. We rested in this position: I was resting my shoulders on the platform now, Jorgen was standing with his cock buried to the base, and Anders was now licking the white gooey mess off his left hand. A moment later and I felt the pull of Jorgen's cock withdrawing. He was still semi-hard, his cock glistening in his own handy work. His hairy chest heaved with deep breaths of completion. To be continued... Living Out West Pt. 03 I was resting my shoulders on the platform now, Jorgen was standing with his cock buried to the base, and Anders was now licking the white gooey mess off his left hand. A moment later and I felt the pull of Jorgen's cock withdrawing. He was still semi-hard, his cock glistening in his own handy work. His hairy chest heaved with deep breaths of completion. "Better for you?" asked Jorgen to his brother, pointing to my still exposed ass. Anders walked around behind me and started fingering my hole with what remnants of my own cum remained on his hand. His fingers weren't anything compared to the size of Jorgen's cock, but the muscles of my hole twitched with lingering sensitivity. "Oh, yeah, this'll do," Anders replied. He quickly stripped off his clothes, exposing his hairless and bulging chest, with neat rows of abdominal muscles pointing succinctly down to a trimmed bush of blond pubic hair. A swift, one-handed release of the button left his jeans resting their weight on his cock. "Hey, cuz, turn around and watch this!" I did what I was told to do and flipped onto my back, my ass resting on the warm puddle of my own cum and my arms propping my torso up to look at the spectacle of my cousin's tight frame. He pointed down towards his crotch to direct my attention. A throb of his cock demonstrated the full girth of his cock. It wasn't average, and I'm pretty sure that it was something I hadn't even really seen in porn before. Another forced throb from his cock, and the jeans loosened and fell to the ground. His cock didn't bounce back up the way mine would have. His cock extended out like a third arm hanging in the wind - easily beating out both me and Jorgen in terms of length. The girth was just as teased for: baseball bat would be the nearest comparison I could think of at the moment. It was the great equaliser in the brotherly competition between Jorgen and Anders, and it explained so much. He grinned as he twitched his cock in the air one more time and looked towards me. I felt like he was enjoying my stunned silence as a reply to his size. He returned his left hand to his cock, and his hand focused on massaging the smooth head of cock, much like a pitcher rubbing a baseball between his fingers. His hand, still slightly gooey with my cum, left just a little lubrication to his cock. However, he then moved his hand down the shaft - his fingers unable to make a full grip around - and pulled back his foreskin, releasing a smooth, glistening stream of precum down to the floor. He used his right hand to collect the stream in his palm and brought his hands to work as a pair to massage his cock to full mast and cover it in his own precum. "You're lucky that he leaks like a faucet," Jorgen said, looking to me. "He's always been the biggest and the wettest in the family." "Yeah, you fucking made fun of me for all those years for the marks I'd leave in my boxers," Anders joked back at his brother; his hands still swiftly moving along in sync with each other to massage his cock. It was now harder than before - the drooping curve was less pronounced and it rose higher into the air than before. "You ready?" asked Anders while he stroked his cock again. I cleared my throat to reply but realised that he was talking to his brother instead of me when Jorgen moved my arms out from under my back, resting me on the platform, and pulled his long meaty arms down my chest and in between my legs to pull my feet into the air, my ass exposed once again. He positioned himself neatly on top of me, with his knees placed next to my shoulders, my head nuzzled between his muscled thighs. I took in a deep breath of air through my nose and took in my older cousin's musky scent from his spent cock and once again loosely hanging balls, now hovering no more than two inches above my face. His ass was round and firm - honed by years on the farm - and covering in an arousing layer of blond fur. My cock twitched awake with renewed excitement. "Looks like cousin Peter is getting ready, too," cooed Anders, still milking his cock for more precum. "Good thing, too. Foreplay's fucking overrated." He freed one of his hands to slap my cock awake. It extended further along my stomach, reaching up towards my belly button. "Thus why I went first: a favour for our favourite cousin," replied Jorgen, with what I presume was a wink to my face buried between his legs. I did notice that his cock was stirring to action once again. My head brushed up against Jorgens' balls and cock as I looked up to watch Anders position himself in front of my ass. His hands stretched along each cheek, spreading my hole open fully. He spit once, letting his saliva drop along my crack onto my hole. He slipped his hand briefly to guide his cock to the sweet spot, and he pressed. Even though I still felt loose and freshly fucked from Jorgen's doing, his cock still strained against the muscled ring of my ass. The pressure continued to build until my ass gave in and Anders' cock entered me. I writhed back against Jorgen's legs holding my body in place. His grip on my ankles tightened, and his legs descended, slowly sitting on my face until I could do nothing but breath in the scent of his balls through my nose. I screamed into his body. He moaned against the vibrations. I felt his balls tighten against my chin and his cock lift up off my cheek. "I'm not even half way in!" I heard Anders say. "You were right, this boy was tight as fuck." "Tight as fuck, bound to buck!" Jorgen replied with a rhyme in rehearsed cadence. Anders withdrew his cock and my body relaxed as the pain dissipated. I felt a throbbing rush of blood to my ass to recover from the strain. "Remember, Peter," Anders said just before he kissed my inner thigh. "Just breathe." My cock quivered to his touch, and he wrapped his lips around it. A few good strokes, and I was raging hard. The scent of Jorgens' balls, my cock getting sucked, and my ass worn, I was exhilarated and stuck my tongue out to lick just a bit of the area behind Jorgens' balls, between his legs. "Oooh, fuck. He's good to go, brother." Jorgen said as my tongue took a second lick. I felt Jorgen's hands tightened again against my ankles, my legs pulled back further, my ass exposed a little more. The pressure of Anders' cock back against my hole. The slow increase of micro-thrusts of his hips, gaining intensity until he finally broke past the ring agin and slid inside. It still hurt. I moaned against into Jorgen's body and breathed quick, shallow breaths. "Deep breaths!" I heard Anders say as he wrapped his hands around each of my thighs, using them to leverage his body deeper. It was only one stroke to the base. I felt the head of his cock creep further into my body, stretching my hole like a sweater sleeve two sizes too small for his arms. My ass clenched tight. "You know, making it tighter is great for me, but it'll hurt like fuck for you. So, breathe. Calm down. Relax." We waited in that position for what felt like ages. His cock buried in my ass to the base. My mouth surrounded by Jorgen's legs. My ankles restrained in the air by Jorgen's arms. Anders' hands caressing my stomach, my chest, and my ass to relax my body further. He occasionally traced what felt like the shape of his cock along my stomach. Was he that big that he could tell just how deep he was? "Good boy," was what he said once I relaxed a bit. He picked up motion, and the motion actually helped with the pain. His strokes turned the pain into a strain, and the strain soon became pleasure. His strokes were deep and methodical - his hips swayed like a machine, his cock slamming my body awake with energy. I felt alive like never before. I took the opportunity to signal my satisfaction by licking Jorgen's body again. He began to sway in rhythm with my tongue. He leaned forward, pulling my legs farther back, now nestled underneath his armpits, and moving his balls directly into my mouth. I played with them while my cousin kept plowing my hole open. I made ever effort to not bite when the strokes became too much. "Fuck, I haven't had anything this tight and this willing in years!" exclaimed Anders, his hips now thrusting at a more violent pace that would send my body sliding forward on the platform if it weren't for Jorgen's legs still holding me still. "You better like this cuz, because I'm going to be unloading inside you all summer long," he said slyly. A pause, and then he continued. "Well, look at his cock. Looks like he's enjoying it!" I felt one of Anders' hands wrap around my cock. He milked it in time with his thrusts, but the length of his cock penetrating and pulling out of my hole felt like double the distance his hand covered in stroking my cock head to base. I was in awe of his cock. I was in awe of how good he made my ass feel being torn apart and fucked again. I was in awe of his expert fuckmanship. This was just when Jorgen leaned only a little bit more forward and wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. That's all it took. A couple more strokes of Anders bottoming me out, and I shout my second load into Jorgen's eager mouth. The air he sucked in along with my cum down his throat tickled my cock head. He dismounted as he wiped away and sucked off his finger a final strand of my cum. As his left leg pulled back so that he was standing just to the right side of my head, I noticed that he must've been jerking off the whole time. "Open up," he commanded, looking down at me, his cock swinging in the motion of his hand between his eyes and mine. I obliged and opened wide just as he slid the head of his cock into my mouth and began to unload. "Oh, fuck, that's nice." Anders said, looking on at the sight of his brother feeding me his seed. "Oh, fuck, I'm close." His pace quickened, his thrusts deeper and harder. His arms extended up to my shoulders. He reached out with his left hand to pull my jaw away from his brother's cock and to face him. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue salvaging his brother's cum from my mouth. Our lips remained locked as I felt the last few strokes of his cock before his body shuddered and he came. To say he simply came would be an understatement. It was a wave. His arms wrapped around my body, and he lifted my body into a temporary harness made of cock and his arms holding me in the air, gravity pushing his cock deeper inside as his cock buried his mark deeper inside my body than anyone had ever fucked me before. He dropped me back on the ground and kept thrusting his hips to fully unload in my ass. His eyes were locked on mine, his brother's cum drooling just a bit from his mouth. His uncontrolled, carnal desires were clear as he slowed his pace, ultimately withdrawing in one long last stroke. He took a step back and my legs fell to the ground, my body collapsing from exhaustion onto the platform. Anders stepped up onto the platform, straddled my body just at my chest, sitting down with his cock now resting on and over my mouth, his barely softened cock head touching my nose. Jorgen bent down and started licking his brother's cock from the top. Jorgen extended a hand behind my head to encourage me to do the same. Anders panting with relief as we worked on his softening cock. Once mostly cleaned, he stood up, his legs straddling my head much like his brother's had been before but now in the opposite direction, and he lowered his cock - well, a third of it - down my throat before I gagged. He tightened his fingers at the base and pulled his cock out, leaving one last tangy trail of cum in my mouth. "Right, back, to the farm," Jorgen said. Without wasting another beat, he slapped his brother's ass and moved to put back on his underwear and overalls. Anders moved around and lied down next to me on the platform. Just as Jorgen walked away to leave, he came up and kissed me. "Glad you came to stay, cuz." He mounted the ladder and descended below the barn's loft. I looked down at Anders' semi-hard cock and noticed that his cock and my right forearm were basically the same size, except his cock was covered a in webbed network for throbbing veins. "That's the morning for you! How are you feeling?" he asked. "Great!" I said. "Well, exhausted, but pretty good." "Same here. We can rest here for a bit," said Anders as he turned over onto his side, stretching his arm, his leg, and his cock over my body to rest on top of me. It felt comforting and protective. And rest we did, drifting asleep to a brief midday nap.