Snowbound

It was just about the first thing Sam had said to me that day, He was moving slow, after having passed out the previous night. We said nothing about the previous night. I didn't think he even remembered that he'd handed me over to Jake. That Jake had fucked me—fucked me better than he had. Fucked me longer, deeper, than he ever had, flooded me with more cum than he ever had—while he was passed out in a drunken stupor.

Snowbound. With Sam and Jake. With Jake. I shuddered, feeling frozen. But I waited on the porch for Sam to return. I didn't want to go into the cabin alone. I didn't trust myself with Jake. I was here with Sam; I'd be going back to the Lazy S with Sam—although I'd already thought about how it would be going back to the Circle K with Jake instead.

Jake was in the cabin, sitting at the oak table and swigging coffee. There was no evidence he'd gone out that day at all, and when Sam mentioned it, Jake changed the subject. And Sam let him. Sam was taken with Jake, I could tell. Wanted to be buddies. Liked jawing away with the man. And drinking with him. Didn't mind sharing me with him when Jake asked nicely. He obviously thought that Jake was more a man than he was, someone to follow rather than lead. In that I agreed with Sam completely. He was less a man in my eyes now compared to how he had been before we'd come up to Culbertson's farm.

It would be hard for Jake to think he didn't have clear sailing with me as far as Sam was concerned. And the looks Jake was giving me made me scared he might not ask nicely the next time.

The two put away a lot of the booze that night. I tried to limit myself. From time to time one or more of us went to the cabin window, looked out, and announced how far up the window pane the snow was piled. "Yep, snowbound for sure," was an overworked phrase in the cabin that night.

Sam was laying on the end of our bed, his booted feet on the floor, in his union suit, but with the chest open to give my hands and mouth access to his nipples, while, facing him, I knelt over his pelvis and rode the cock jutting out of the open flap of his union suit. I sensed I was losing him—that he was so drunk that he was drifting away from me before ejaculating. He was going softer rather than harder.

I had purposely not looked around to see what Jake was doing. I couldn't bear to watch him stroking that gigantic club of his while I was riding Sam—Sam, who I previously had thought of as hung, as the cock of the walk in the bunkhouse. Maybe in the Lazy S bunkhouse, but what about in the Circle K bunkhouse? I hadn't really known what hung was until I'd had that cock of Jake's inside me. I was riding Sam's cock but I was thinking of Jake's cock.

And then I knew where Jake was. He was behind me, standing between Sam's spread thighs. Breathing hard in my ear. Pushing me down on Sam's chest, my mouth going to Sam's nipples. Causing me to roll my buttocks up to his searching fingers, entering me with those fingers on either side of Sam's buried cock. Expanding inside me and working to stretch my channel wider.

Sam snorted, but his head rocked to the side. He just about was gone. His cock inside me was withering, but he was long enough to stay inside me. Now the giant bulb of another cock was at my hole, caressing not just my hole but the top of Sam's increasingly flaccid cock as well. I moaned, feeling my opening and channel walls loosening. They wanted him. They wanted Jake's cock.

"Got tired of waitin'," Jake growled softly.

"Yes, yes, fuck me," I mumbled.

And then he was inside me, above Sam's cock and doing just that. I bit Sam's nipple at the first cruel thrust up into me, and Sam groaned and stirred, but didn't fully awake. He was aware of something arousing going on, though, as his cock was engorging again.

Jake wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me back up to him. I luxuriated in the scratching of his curly chest hair on my back. He palmed one of my pecs and slapped his other hand over my mouth and nose, making me fight for air but also cutting off any loud vocalization I would do otherwise.

Jake pounded away at my ass, and Sam, hard again now, the two dicks stretching me to the limit, was slow-pumping his cock too, even though he remained semiconscious. Sam gave me a weak ejaculation, but Jake gave me another heavy, prolonged one.

I woke up in the night, lying on my side, looking out toward the other bed. Sam was stretched behind me, snoring and dead to the world. I found I was looking at Jake in his nearby bed. Although night, it was nearly bright as day in the cabin from the reflection off the snow bank of the full moon streaming through the cabin window. I could see that Jake was looking back at me. He was on his side, facing me and staring at me. His hand was on the erect cock sticking out of the open flap of his union suit. I felt my hand go to my cock as well, to find that I also was hard.

Our eyes moved between the eyes and the cock of the other. I found I was matching my strokes to his. We were engaged in sex even while being a few feet from each other.

"Jake, please," I murmured across the space separating our beds.

He didn't answer, just continued staring at me and pulling at his cock. But I saw the corners of his mouth pull up in a cruel sneer.

"Fuck me again, Jake," I whispered. "I want it so bad."

He had me bent over the oak table, hunched over my back, my legs spread as far apart as I could, and was pounding my ass hard, when Sam came alive across the room and bounded out of the bed. No doubt it was my screams of passion that had brought Sam fully back into the land of the living.

"What in the fuck are you doing to him," Sam cried out as he moved, fast, across the room. It was as if he hadn't been conscious when he'd been willing to share me—and no doubt he hadn't been conscious of that, or any of the rest of it.

Jake pulled out of me, leaving me there, clutching the sides of the table in white-knuckled hands, panting heavily, and regretting his withdrawal. He turned deftly as Sam roared up and punched Sam in the chin, following up with a gut shot, and then an uppercut to the chin again. Sam folded down to the floor beside me. Jake pulled him off the floor by the scruff of his union suit, hauled back and punched him yet again in the face, and let him drop back down into a puddle.

I know I should have been in shock and feared for Sam, but Jake had brought me so close to an ejaculation that all I could think of was him getting back inside me and pumping me to a big finish. He turned back to me and thrust inside for a few more strokes, but didn't come. I whined in the loss of the load.

"That's it; no more pussyfooting around him. He was getting on my nerves anyway," Jake muttered, as he withdrew, picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, stepped over Sam's prone body, walked back to the bed—Sam's and my bed—commanded "On all fours," and doggy fucked me to an ejaculation as I held onto the bars of the headboard for all dear life. It was a great, exhausting fuck. I collapsed, rolled out from underneath him when he'd creamed me, and went instantly to sleep.

"Where's Sam?" I asked the next morning when I woke. Jake was sitting at the oak table, drinking coffee, still in his union, his hairy chest still bulging out of the unbuttoned top of the union suit, his cock, still half erect, standing proudly up from his open crotch flap.

"He decided three were too much to be snowbound in this cabin. He left an hour ago. Back down the mountain to the ranches."

"In this snow? The drifts must be almost as tall as he is now."

"Let's not talk about Sam. Come here. Suck me." He was fisting his cock and leering at me.

I struggled out of bed, padded to him. When I got there, he reached up, grabbed a fistful of hair on my head, and pulled me down on my knees between his thighs. I gagged as the bulb of his cock hit the back of my throat.

* * * *

After I've served him breakfast, Jake went over to his bed, laid down, and soon was lightly snoring. If Sam was gone now, I guessed it was up to me to feed and water the horses. Jake hadn't shown signs of doing anything but drink Sam's liquor, swill coffee, and fuck me since he'd been here. I didn't think he'd even been out to check any of the fence lines, which was why we were up here.

The blizzard had blown over in the night and the temperatures were high enough to start melting the snow. There were still three-foot drifts around, but there was no difficulty in moving around in the yard, so I pumped water into a bucket in the kitchen area and left the cabin. Jake was still sleeping.

I was back almost before I'd left, standing in the doorway, the bucket empty because I'd spilled it in the barn. I was trembling from fear.

Jake's eyes opened as soon as the cabin door banged against the wall.

"Where have you been?" he growled.

"I . . . I . . . the horses needed fed and watered." And then it tumbled out. "The horses are there. All of them. Even Sam's horse. Where's Sam? What have you done with Sam?"

He leisurely unfolded himself from the bed and walked toward me. I shrank from him in confusion and fear.

One pop to the chin and I was out like a light.

When I came to, I was naked, on my back, and spread-eagled on Sam's and my bed, tied off at the four corners of the head and foot board. The pillows from both beds had been shoved under the small of my back, elevating my pelvis and hips, and Jake was kneeling between my spread legs. His knees were pushed in well under my buttocks. He had his hard dick deep inside me, was grasping my waist with his hands, and was pistoning me hard.

I merely looked up at him with dull eyes. My jaw hurt. It felt unhinged. And, being disoriented, all I could think of was how I was going to take a cock his size in my mouth with a painful jaw.

I should have been thinking how I was going to survive this.

He moved his hands to my throat. His thumbs were on major arteries, through which blood was trying to pound through to my head. He had a sneer on his lips, and his brown eyes were flashing. The throbbing in the arteries in my neck was increasing, as he applied pressure to them with his thumbs. I shot my load and then he did as well inside me. I blacked out.

I woke up still bound and spread-eagled. Jake was sitting at the oak table, swigging liquor from a bottle and loading bullets into a revolver.

A knock at the door caused us both to look up as it opened. A young cowboy was standing there, his saddle hung off his back. His eyes first went to Jake.

"You must be Sam. I'm Jake. Jake from the Circle K. Missed you at the Dayton's Mill rendezvous so I came on up when the snow let up."

The eyes of the Jake I knew turned to me, which made the new Jake look over to me too. "What the hell? What the fuck's going on here?"