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Brothers
By : cowgirl65
Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley
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Heath tallied up the number of beeves and tucked the notebook and pencil back into his pocket. The sun was starting to sink and Heath figured if he headed back to the ranch now, he’d have time for a leisurely bath before dinner. He clucked to his horse and the big bay stepped out eagerly.
Heath marvelled at his change in fortune. Three square meals a day, hot baths and clean clothes, a fast, blooded horse between his legs and his dick between the legs of another type of stallion whenever his oldest brother was home. Heath shifted in the saddle at the rush of blood to his groin. Jarrod hadn’t been home very often since the gunfight with the railroad; he’d been in San Francisco or up in the capitol ensuring that no one would try to strong-arm the farmers off their land again but he was due home that evening and Heath couldn’t wait to slake his lust in that hot, tight ass. He hoped the journey wasn’t too tiring for the lawyer; it had been a while and Heath planned to fuck Jarrod until the sun came up.
A loud bawl got his attention and Heath pulled Charger to a stop. The sound came again, louder and more frantic. He soon spotted the source; a big cow was stuck in a muddy waterhole and her calf was on the edge, running back and forth bawling. Heath sighed. There went his chance for a long soak.
It was well after dark when he got home, covered in mud and cursing the stupidity of cattle. But the dim-witted animals were the lifeblood of the ranch and Heath didn’t really regret the mud and effort as he led Charger into the barn. The big cutting horse had done his job well and even though Heath was tired and hungry, he was going to make sure the hard-working animal was clean, comfortable and well-fed before he sought his own dinner.
A lamp was already lit in the barn. He was tired enough that it didn’t really register who was in there with him until his nose caught the familiar scent of cigars and aftershave. Charger whickered at the horse in the stall beside him and reached over to touch noses with Jingo.
Jarrod winked at his brother as he gave the sorrel’s back one more swipe with the brush. “We both got home late, I see.” The deep baritone sent a shiver up Heath’s spine.
“Reckon so.” He pulled off Charger’s saddle and Jarrod came around with a bucket of water.
“Let me give you a hand.”
Four hands made short work of getting the big bay comfortable. They made small talk about their days and what had been happening around the ranch while they brushed Charger clean. Heath had just finished pouring a measure of oats into the feed bin when Jarrod came back into the stall and sank to his knees in front of him. Heath was too surprised to say anything as Jarrod unbuttoned his pants, reached in and grasped his slowly swelling cock. “Jarrod…” he finally managed to get out, but Jarrod just looked up with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this all the way home,” he said huskily. He took Heath into his mouth and when he slowly started moving, Heath was in heaven.

Jarrod had been thinking about sucking Heath’s cock for longer than the journey back to Stockton, he’d just never been able to bring himself to actually do it again. He’d tasted Heath’s cum more than once; Heath liked seeing him with it all over his face and it gave Jarrod an illicit thrill to be so debased so he didn’t complain.
He worked his mouth further down Heath’s shaft, his tongue licking up the underside while he sucked. His own cock stiffened from the feel of Heath hot and hard against the roof of his mouth and Jarrod had to wonder if just the act of bringing Heath off might do the same for him as well. He hadn’t cum in his pants since his early teens when he’d come across some of the ladies from the saloon skinny-dipping in a local pond; they’d invited him to join them but he’d been too embarrassed. He’d still be embarrassed if it happened now, but the idea gave him a perverse enjoyment at the same time.
Heath’s breathing grew loud and harsh; Jarrod could feel him swell even more. He started to pull out, but Jarrod grabbed his ass and didn’t let him. Heath responded by grabbing Jarrod’s hair tightly and forcing his head against the side of the stall. Instead of him pleasuring Heath, Heath was now fucking his mouth and Jarrod gagged when Heath’s cock slid into his throat. But Jarrod still tried to suck even with Heath partially blocking his air and his diligence was rewarded with stream after stream of hot, sticky cum. He choked and swallowed and sucked, Heath’s hips mashed against his face, trying to get air and every last drop at the same time, and then he felt the unmistakable tightening in his own balls. Jarrod grunted around Heath’s cock and thrust involuntarily as his pants filled with his own release. Gasping for air, he continued to nuzzle Heath’s spent member after Heath pulled out and finally rested his cheek against the softening organ.

Heath ran his fingers through Jarrod’s hair. Fuck, that had been incredible. He never thought Jarrod would willingly go down on him like that and suck up his semen like a greedy calf. “Here, let me finish you off.” He knelt down beside Jarrod and raised an eyebrow at Jarrod’s blush.
“Already taken care of,” Jarrod muttered softly, not meeting his eyes.
Heath glanced down and raised an eyebrow at the large wet spot on the front of Jarrod’s trousers. For a grown man to cum in his pants like that without even being touched, that was unexpected, but it suited Heath to a T. His big brother was more of a slut than he’d originally thought.
“So I see. Better button up your jacket to cover that.” He could tell Jarrod was a bit embarrassed and grinned at him to alleviate the awkwardness.
Jarrod finally grinned back. “Better put that back in your pants,” the older brother advised the younger with a gesture to the now limp member hanging out. “Don’t want to scare the ladies.”
Heath chuckled. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
Both men stood and put their clothes in order. Jarrod grabbed his saddlebags from where he’d left them outside Charger’s stall, slung them over his shoulder and the brothers walked companionably into the house.
“Look what I found in the barn,” Heath announced as they entered the foyer.
“Jarrod, welcome home.” Victoria came over from the parlour. She took Jarrod’s face between her hands and kissed his cheek.
Jarrod kissed her back and gave her a hug. “Glad to be home, lovely lady.”
Nick came up behind her and eyed Heath critically. “And what happened to you? We were expecting you over an hour ago.”
Heath gave his rancher brother a slight smile. “A cow and a mudhole, Nick,” he answered, taking off his hat and gunbelt. “Good thing Jarrod was in the barn to give me a hand with Charger or I’d still be getting the mud off of him.” He gave Jarrod a knowing look and Jarrod just smiled back.
“I’ll tell Silas to put dinner on while you two clean up and get changed.” Victoria turned and walked in the direction of the kitchen.
Nick flicked some mud off Heath’s sleeve. “There should still be lots of hot water if the two of you share. Now hurry up, I’m starving.”
Jarrod pushed Heath in the direction of the stairs with a chuckle. “You heard the man. We’d better get moving before he faints from hunger.”
“Darned right,” Nick called after them with a laugh.
“Don’t reckon sharing’s gonna make us faster,” Heath said lewdly when they got out of earshot. He grabbed Jarrod by the arm, pulled him into the bathing room and locked the door behind them. “Drop ‘em, counsellor, and bend over the sink.”
Jarrod shook his head in amusement and complied. His earlier orgasm had provided some relief, but it was nothing like the real thing. He closed his eyes and remembered the feeling of Heath climaxing down his throat. That had been incredible and he wondered if he could work up the nerve to ask Heath to do the same for him. He’d paid whores for that service a few times, but he didn’t think the experience would compare at all to what Heath could do to him.
He heard Heath turn on the tub. “So no one gets suspicious,” the blond cowboy drawled, unbuttoning his own pants and coming up behind Jarrod. He reached around as Jarrod braced his arms against the sink, grabbed the bar of soap and slid it between Jarrod’s buttocks to slick him up. Then Heath’s cock was buried all the way to the hilt and Jarrod had to catch his breath. Heath met Jarrod’s eyes in the mirror as he started thrusting. “Damn, Jarrod, I don’t know which I like better, your ass or your mouth.”
Heath’s face was full of concentration and Jarrod couldn’t tear his eyes away. Every sharp jab of Heath’s cock into his ass sent a jolt of ecstasy through him and then Heath moved his head in closer.
“I think just the idea of having my dick in your ass can get you off,” Heath breathed into his ear. “I want to watch you cum, Jarrod.” He nipped at the side of Jarrod’s neck, driving even harder into his ass. “I want to see your face when you cum just from me fucking your ass and nothing else.”
Heath’s words and the hot breath on his neck tipped Jarrod over the edge. He shuddered, grunting as his cock expelled its seed in a thick stream as he proved Heath right.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Heath muttered. He picked up the tempo even more, driving harder and faster until shot his load into Jarrod.
Pulling out, Heath left Jarrod hunched over the sink, trying to catch his breath. Jarrod heard the rustling of fabric and then jumped when something solid was shoved into his ass.
“What the devil…?” he yelped. His muscles were closed around the object, holding it firmly.
“Carved and oiled it especially for you.” Heath gave him a salacious wink. He squeezed one of Jarrod’s buttocks. “This way nothing’ll leak out and you’ll know I’m still inside you until I can have you again.”
Jarrod gulped and nodded. The thought of being plugged up so Heath’s semen would remain inside him was lewd, wicked and incredibly arousing. And Heath’s comment of again…
Heath handed him a wet cloth before turning off the tub. “Clean up. We don’t want ol’ Nick up here wondering what’s taking us so long.”
“I can’t even imagine,” Jarrod agreed as he took the cloth from Heath and wiped his sperm off the floor. He didn’t have to worry about himself; Heath had very neatly taken care of that. “I’m gonna go change. I’ll let you finish washing up.”

Dinner was an interesting experience. Jarrod was acutely aware that the plug in his ass was keeping Heath’s seed inside him and it was hard not to squirm. He confirmed that the Supreme Court had upheld the farmers’ rights, gave everyone an update on Eugene’s studies and then pleaded fatigue from long days and the trip home so he had an excuse not to contribute much else to the dinnertime conversation. Listening to the talk around the table, he was pleased to discover that Nick had finally accepted Heath as a partner around the ranch; he and Heath were discussing what sort of stallion they were going to buy to improve the bloodline when they went to the stock auction in a couple of days.
The talk of breeding programs, however, did nothing to ease Jarrod’s discomfort. Instead of stallions and mares, his dirty mind provided images of being mounted by Heath, which in turn only made his pants tight and the plug in his butt more noticeable.
But it didn’t end there. Nick suggested a friendly game of pool after dinner, Heath readily agreed and Jarrod figured he should follow suit. Bending over the table only increased the delicious pleasure when the plug in his ass moved slightly and it wasn’t long until Jarrod scratched the cue ball and bowed out of the game.
Watching Heath in the same position gave Jarrod other ideas. The fit of his pants made his ass stand out beautifully and Jarrod couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have his dick in there instead. He didn’t think it was likely that Heath would agree to such a thing, though. It was one thing to take it up the ass when one was a fancy lawyer with lily-white hands as Nick liked to tease him; it would be quite another when the man in question was a tough, virile cowboy like either of his brothers.
Jarrod sighed. Yes, being the one fucked instead of the one doing the fucking was probably what others would expect of him if they knew he liked sex with men, even though didn’t think of himself as a sissy just because he loved being pinned down with Heath’s hard cock thrusting into him. But even though he was as good with his fists and his gun as his brothers, he knew others sometimes saw him as not quite as strong and capable as the men who worked the ranch.
His mother must have caught the sigh since she walked over and placed a gentle hand on his arm. “Jarrod? Is something bothering you?”
Jarrod gave her a disarming smile. “Not at all, lovely lady. Just tired is all, like I said at dinner. I think I’ll go up and try to get a good night’s sleep.”
“All right.” She gently kissed his cheek. “Good night, dear.”
“Night, Mother.” Jarrod turned to his brothers. “Don’t stay up too late, boys.”
He was sure Heath caught his double meaning as his blond brother lifted a suggestive eyebrow. “Need your beauty sleep, big brother?”
“No, but it couldn’t hurt Nick,” Jarrod retorted and ducked out of the room before the cue chalk hit him.
Jarrod folded his clothes neatly and lay them on the chair before crawling into bed. He didn’t touch the plug, even though most of his attention was focused on it. He liked the idea that Heath’s essence was still inside him. His dick did too and Jarrod rubbed it gently to strengthen his arousal. He was a bit surprised at himself; ever since Heath had become part of the family he hadn’t used his hand to satisfy himself once. In some way, he now regarded it all as Heath’s, as though Heath was the only one with the right to his pleasure. Not that he felt Heath owned him. He was still his own man, but it somehow didn’t seem right to please himself without Heath.
Jarrod wondered if his brother felt the same way. For all he knew, Heath could be fucking a few of the ranch hands on the side or even visiting the girls at the saloon. He didn’t own Heath any more than Heath owned him, but it wounded Jarrod a little to consider it just the same. You’re being fucked by your brother, he told himself sternly, there’s no way that it should be anything other than pure physical release.
His reverie was broken by the sound of the door. He’d left the lamp on; it seemed both of them preferred to be exposed to the other rather than cloaking their actions in shadows. He’d left the covers off so Heath could see him when he arrived; now that Heath was here, Jarrod slowly resumed stroking his cock.
Heath leaned against the doorframe. “Reckon you’ve got yourself well in hand. I’ll just wait until you’re done.”
“I wasn’t planning on…” Jarrod protested, but Heath just shook his head, the grin never leaving his lips.
“Uh, uh, Jarrod.” Heath pulled the chair around and straddled it. “Now I want to watch you get yourself off.”
Jarrod nodded, but he wasn’t sure he could with someone watching. Self-abuse made one mad or caused one to go blind; that was the prevailing thought of the day. Not that Jarrod believed any of it, he’d pleasured himself more times than he could count, but that was only when he was alone.
He closed his eyes to concentrate better on the motions of his hand. A squeeze there, yes, now pull like this, long and hard. Hand on the balls, give them a squeeze of their own. Grab the tip like that, fingers flicking the rim, oh yeah. Jarrod worked his hand exactly the way he liked and then cracked his eyes open slightly. Heath was leaning forward intently, teeth grazing his bottom lip and face flushed with excitement. Jarrod closed his eyes again in satisfaction. It seemed his fear of being unable to perform with an audience was needless. He continued to stroke himself and knew it wouldn’t be long. That hot feeling at the base, balls drawing tight, almost there… Jarrod yelped when his hand was pulled away.
“Heath!” he protested.
Heath only smirked. “My turn. Don’t want to wear you out too soon.” He stood and stripped off his clothes. “Elbows and knees, ass in the air, big brother,” he demanded. Jarrod did as he was told. He sucked a breath of air in sharply when Heath pulled out the plug and jumped when Heath bit down hard on his buttocks several times. He shivered when Heath licked around his opening before he grabbed Jarrod’s hip with one hand, his cock with the other and shoved it balls deep into Jarrod’s ass.

Jarrod moaned and writhed beneath him as he fucked him hard and Heath loved it. “You are just the finest piece of ass,” he told his brother as he drove his cock in and out. He also loved how Jarrod did exactly what was asked of him with no question and how he took everything Heath gave him and still wanted more. He didn’t think anyone would ever believe how submissive the great Jarrod Barkley was in bed or the noises he made when he was fucked. The whimpers and moans and the soft exclamations of, “please Heath,” were like the finest music to his ears. Sure, you could pay a whore to act like that, but Jarrod wasn’t doing this because he was being paid to, he was doing it because he was likely the most shameless slut Heath had ever fucked, man or woman. Heath hadn’t realized how much better sex was with someone he cared about until he met Jarrod; he’d never wanted to please anyone more than he wanted to please Jarrod and made sure to follow Jarrod’s cues to give him just what he seemed to want.
Feeling Jarrod tense, Heath knew he was going to cum again without anything touching his cock. He slammed into Jarrod over and over as his brother grunted and spasmed with his orgasm. Finally his own cock pulsed and Heath shuddered with his climax.
“Heath, god…” Jarrod was shaking and Heath pushed him onto his back to kiss him hard.
“I just love how easy it is for my dick to make you cum,” Heath drawled, pulling on Jarrod’s bottom lip with his teeth. “How many times do you think you can do that?”
“Heath, it’s been three times already this evening,” Jarrod reminded him. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
Heath gave him a sly grin. “Don’t worry, I think I’ve got enough for both of us.”

Jarrod lost count how many loads of Heath’s semen were deposited in his ass or splattered across his body over the course of the night. He’d only heard of men with that kind of stamina and always figured it was just idle boasting. But Heath was more randy than a stallion at stud and when his endurance flagged, he told Jarrod to work him with his hands or mouth until he was ready for another round. Jarrod had long since expelled every drop of semen he had, but each time Heath’s cock brought him to orgasm was more and more painful.
Finally, even Heath had enough and he collapsed on top of Jarrod. “Boy howdy, Jarrod, you are the best fuck a man could ever have.”
Jarrod couldn’t answer; his ass burned and his cock was throbbing and he was sure he’d practically yelled himself hoarse, even with trying to keep quiet so the rest of the household didn’t hear. He felt Heath get off the bed and heard him get dressed. “Reckon you can get an hour or so of sleep yet. See you at breakfast.” He heard the click of the lock and then he was alone.
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Brothers	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 3162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i don't own The Big Valley and make no money from this.

Brothers