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For All Eternity 1-3
FOR ALL ETERNITY
Big Valley
Author:Chaps1870
Pairing:Jarrod/Heath
Rating: NC17
Warnings:Slash/Incest
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine and no copyright infringement is intended.
Part 1
The dark haired lawyer walked calmly into the bathhouse, a well known establishment in San Francisco that he frequented on occasion. It was a fine place for gentlemen, but for the right price he could gain admittance into the private baths that catered to men such as himself, men that had a taste for other men. Oh he liked women, but the lure of men was there too and sometimes the devil just called too loudly to ignore.
He’d been aware of a young blonde fellow eyeing him from across the room for some time and he made a silent signal for him to follow him into one of the many private cubicles located off the steam room. Wrapped in only a towel, Jarrod felt his flesh begin to rise at having such a fine specimen. No more than twenty one, a kid really, the blond was tall with finely etched muscles and the bluest eyes. The thought of burying himself inside the young man was already making him hard beyond belief.
Jarrod pulled his towel away and stroked himself impatiently as he waited for the blonde stranger to arrive. He’d never seen him at the bath before and Jarrod prided himself on knowing all the men that frequented the baths. This kid was new and Jarrod was gonna have him. Something alluring about the young man made Jarrod’s erection jump in his hand and he had to remove it lest he ruin a good night of fun. The blond opened the door and stepped inside, wasting no time dropping to his knees in front of Jarrod, who gasped when he felt his entire length being swallowed by the kid.
Leaning into the wall behind him, Jarrod’s knees threatened to buckle as the kid started sucking him with gusto. Jarrod’s eyes dropped to gaze into the young man’s eyes, and a moment passed between them. Whatever it was neither could describe, but the kid began sucking Jarrod in earnest as he fondled the large sacs beneath his throbbing manhood. Jarrod was breathing heavily and he knew if this kept up he wouldn’t last. As large as he was, he had never had anyone take him the way this kid was and it was erotic beyond any of Jarrod’s imaginings. His hands clenched the young man’s hair and he held him in place as he pumped into his mouth, just to see if he could take it. When he found no resistance in the young man, only pure lust in his eyes, he almost shot his load right then. Pulling him to his feet, Jarrod was panting with desire. He’d been visiting the baths for years and never did he ever feel anything more than the need to find release. This kid was invoking feelings he didn’t think possible and he wanted nothing more than to slam him up against the wall and fill him with his aching hard-on.
His hands found the young man’s shaft and he stroked it for several long seconds, savoring the length almost equal to his own. Standing against one another, Jarrod ground his erection against the young mans and whispered through gasps for air, “Need...you”
The young man’s breaths were shallow and fast as Jarrod lifted his hands and engulfed both penises. His long fingers stroking them together as the two men pushed against one another, desperate for more contact. Jarrod felt the sweat pouring off of him and it mingled with kid’s, sending a tingle into Jarrod as he thought about the closeness of such an act. Jarrod’s hands were crushed between the two of them as they both strove for completion, neither man used to the intensity of feelings that coursed through them. It was an insatiable, almost insane need to be close and grunts filled the room as their bodies pounded against the other. The young man’s hand slipped between them and found Jarrod’s nipple. As he pinched and played with it between two fingers, Jarrod’s head flew back and a moan of pleasure escaped his lips. His balls tightened and he knew that it was over for him. His mouth opened and he hissed huskily, “NOW! Oh god.. NOW!!”
Grabbing Jarrod’s manhood in his large hands, the young man stroked him hard and fast, feeling it throb beneath his fingers. Jarrod’s entire body stiffened and his hands snaked around his waist, pulling the young man into a tight embrace. His hips never stopped moving even when his world narrowed into a blinding ball of light that erupted into flash after flash of ecstasy. As he pumped the last of his load, he felt the young man stiffen in his arms and then begin shuddering as he too emptied himself onto Jarrod’s stomach. Jarrod barely managed to hold him up, his own legs weak after such an explosive climax. As their breathing calmed, Jarrod released him. The kid looked at him with such wonder that Jarrod had to smile, “Well that was a first for me too!” Jarrod’s legs no longer wanted to support him and he sank to the floor.
The young man eased himself down on the floor beside him, his hand resting on the older man’s thigh. He didn’t normally go for older men but something about this guy drew him and he knew he had to have him. He only wished they’d been able to stop long enough for the real thing, but he was to caught up in the moment to stop anything. The whole situation was a little unnerving to the young man. He prided himself on remaining aloof, never letting any one get close enough to hurt him and here he was lusting after a man he’d just met. It scared him to think what would happen if he stuck around, so he quickly made his excuses and left Jarrod sitting on the floor in shock. He too was reveling in the feelings that this young man had elicited in him. Getting slowly to his feet, Jarrod grabbed his towel and sighed in frustration over the young man’s abrupt departure. It was gonna take some time to get over their encounter without Jarrod thinking about how bad he wanted in that young man.
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Jarrod rushed into the study to find himself confronted by a very angry young man...a man he recognized. His manhood stirred in his pants as he looked at the young man with blue eyes and muttered under his breath, “Oh geez!” It had been over a year since he’d seen him and yet he was never far from his thoughts. He was almost obsessive in his thoughts about this man and had visited the bath houses every chance he got in hopes of coming across him again.
Jarrod listened along with Nick and Eugene, to Heath’s story and couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only was he claiming to be his brother, he wanted what was his. Jarrod’s thoughts drifted as the young man raved and he pushed against his groin to stop his rising erection. If he was in fact his brother, it did nothing to quell the desire that burned in his loins. It occurred to Jarrod how nice it would be to have him around all the time watching that tight ass in those skin tight pants. Jarrod shook his head trying to clear away the thoughts that raced through his mind. As he watched Heath confront his brothers, he began to notice that Heath avoided looking directly at him, instead directing his anger and Nick and Eugene. Jarrod seemed to be immune to the young man’s anger. It was then that Jarrod realized that it wasn’t just him, Heath felt the pull as well and Jarrod’s manhood twitched at the thought. They were drawn to each other, whether through brotherhood or what and they wanted each other. Jarrod broke out in a sweat as he watched Heath storm from the room and leave the house and it took every ounce of strength not to follow after him in desperation to be close to him again.
Sleeping that night was near impossible as Jarrod lay in bed thinking about Heath. Just thinking about that tight young body was enough to give him a raging hard-on and he finally had to roll over. Slipping his hands into his pants, he began stroking his manhood. Using the precum that gathered at the tip, his strokes became longer and faster as he envisioned young Heath taking him deep in his throat. Jarrod’s back arched off the bed as he pumped into his hand and felt the searing heat as his seed spewed forth. Milking it to the last drop, he laid back, exhausted by the power of his orgasm.
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The family finally accepted Heath, albeit slowly. Jarrod invited him back to the ranch after the fight at Stemple’s and they’d all stayed up late discussing the whole situation. When everyone else rose to go to bed, Jarrod calmly asked Heath to stay behind so they could discuss some things. Jarrod remained behind his desk, trying to hide the erection that threatened to burst his seams. Heath slowly approached Jarrod and leaned onto the desk looking down at his now older brother. “Reckon we got us a situation.” Jarrod’s eyes were practically eye level with Heath’s burgeoning heat and he licked his lips involuntarily. Heath’s heated flesh twitched and he rolled his eyes, “Aw hell, that ain’t helpin’ none.”
Jarrod drug his eyes from the tantalizing sight and looked up at Heath, “Sorry.” He tried to control his thoughts, but his breathing increased right along with his heart rate. “I can’t stop what I’m feeling Heath, and I don’t think it’s going to just go away.” Jarrod closed his eyes and his hand dropped to his lap as he unconsciously rubbed against his erection, trying to ease some of the pain.
“Aw god!” Heath could take no more and he dropped to his knees, quickly reaching out to unfasten Jarrod’s pants. Like a man possessed, he divested Jarrod of his pants and began kissing and sucking the pulsing shaft. Jarrod threw his head back and his hips rose to meet the warmth of Heath’s mouth, his knuckles white as he gripped his chair. Moans of pleasure only excited Heath more and he sucked Jarrod in and out of his mouth with abandon, wanting nothing more than to taste the hot, milky streams he knew were sure to come. Jarrod gripped Heath’s head and pumped into his mouth as he felt his balls draw up. He wanted to scream at the pleasure that was building, but bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out. Instead he moaned through gritted teeth, “Didn’t...want...it...this...way.” Heath did and he increased the tempo, then looked up at Jarrod as he fought against the burn that was threatening to explode within his own loins. He pulled his mouth off of Jarrod’s erection and spoke with a ragged breath, “Need...to...taste...you.” The cool air hitting Jarrod’s engorged flesh had him panting feverishly and his own desire filled eyes meet Heath’s dark passionate ones. Heath’s heated words sent fire to Jarrod’s groin and he knew it was over. He leaned back in his chair and thrust upward as Heath engulfed his length in one long stroke, enveloping him in warmth once more. Taking Jarrod’s silky sacs in his hands, Heath worked them between his fingers as his mouth worked Jarrod’s rock hard flesh. Jarrod’s legs began to twitch as his muscles tightened in anticipation and his moans filled the air, “Oh god Heath, I’m gonna....oh god!” With one powerful upward thrust, Jarrod’s body shuddered almost violently as he shot his load down Heath’s throat. Heath swallowed convulsively not wanting to lose a drop of the precious fluid. Jarrod’s breathing was harsh as his hips thrust upward in short involuntary spasms. It seemed to go on forever before his whole body slumped into his chair, totally spent.
Heath wasted no time shedding his own pants and he rested a hand on each side of Jarrod’s chair, before leaning in and kissing his older brother. This was no brotherly kiss, as Heath’s tongue plunged into Jarrod’s mouth and Jarrod grasped his neck to pull him closer still. His free hand reached between Heath’s legs and gently squeezed the golden orbs that hung there. Oh god they hung there. Jarrod felt the familiar stirring in his groin and his hands slipped under Heath’s shirt to rub and feel the tight muscles as he worked his way up to nipples, tight and aroused. His fingers pinched and pulled at the hard nubs and Heath ripped his mouth from Jarrod’s as he gasped for air. His eyes found Jarrod’s and he pleaded desperately, “Take me now....make me yours.”
Jarrod jumped to his feet and grabbed Heath in a wild embrace as his mouth crushed the young man’s lips. He forced his tongue into the inviting warmth and the two men battled for dominance. Jarrod’s hands drifted until he held a tight butt cheek in each hand and he pushed Heath back, pinning him against the wall. His pulsing hard-on ground against Heath’s hot erection and his hands ripped away the shirt that covered delectable skin. His own shirt followed and he rubbed and crushed himself against the hard flesh. Heath’s moans increased and Jarrod’s pulse raced in response. Turning Heath in his arms he pushed him to the wall and thrust his aching member against his brother’s tight mounds. “Oh god...I want you.”
Jarrod pinned Heath’s arms above his head with one hand, something he wouldn’t have been able to do had Heath not been willing, but he was oh so willing. He widened his stance and felt Jarrod’s hardness slip between his legs and he let go an agonized grunt. His blood filled erection was painfully hard and he needed more...NOW! His breathing was labored as he pushed back into Jarrod wanting him to imbed his large thickness into his tight tunnel. He begged unabashed, “Please!!” His voice dropped to almost a whimper, “Please, Jarrod!”
Jarrod’s emotions were at a fever pitch and he shook with desire. Taking his shaft in hand, Jarrod guided it to Heath’s tight hole but stopped as he met resistance, “Too dry...don’t...want...to...hurt...you.”
Heath hissed through clenched teeth, “Take me damn it! Now!!!” He pushed down on Jarrod’s straining flesh and felt the head push past the tight entrance. Heath stopped and sucked in a harsh breath, willing himself to relax. Jarrod tried to pull out but Heath reached behind him and grabbed his ass, “STAY!” Jarrod’s reached around Heath and splayed his hand over his stomach while the other gripped his hip. Frantic to move, Jarrod trembled as he waited to thrust. When Heath began to move and Jarrod felt himself slip deeper into the hot tight envelope, his hand tightened on Heath’s stomach and he thrust upward as slowly as he dared and buried himself to the hilt. Heath bit back a scream when Jarrod hit his prostate, and Jarrod’s lips nipped and kissed Heath’s shoulder. As he slowly pulled out, only to slam into him again, Heath’s head fell back onto Jarrod’s shoulder in pure pleasure. With each slow thrust, he felt his insides quiver with pleasure as Jarrod’s hardness found his sweet spot. Despite his best effort, he couldn’t stop moaning, “Harder Jarrod. Harder...oh god please.”
Not able to stop himself, Jarrod pulled out until only the tip of his erection remained, then he braced himself and slammed into Heath’s ass again and again. He was no longer capable of thought, only instinct and the need to claim the young man. His hand tightened on Heath’s stomach and his balls slapped Heath’s thighs with each thrust. Every thrust became harder than the one before as he pounded in Heath’s tight ass confines hitting his prostate with each pass. Heath’s body quivered uncontrollably as he relished being taken so thoroughly. Nothing had prepared him for the feelings that washed over him when he was with this man and he pushed back against him, wanting him deeper.
Jarrod felt Heath’s muscles start to clench around him and he drove himself deeper and harder. Heath tried to drop his outstretched arms but Jarrod’s harsh hoarse voice stopped him, “Don’t!” Jarrod grabbed Heath’s arms and held them above his head while his other hand dropped to the young man’s heated flesh and began stroking him. Heath felt the familiar burn in his stomach and his world erupted in a mind shattering, soul wrenching orgasm that wouldn’t end. Jarrod pounded into him as stream after stream of hot, milky sperm spewed over his stomach and the wall. Jarrod tried to hold Heath up as his legs buckled, no longer able to support his weakened body. Unable to fight his own approaching climax and hold Heath up at the same time, Jarrod dropped to his knees with Heath still in his lap and his pulsing shaft buried deep inside his ass. Wrapping arms around his brother, Jarrod thrust sharply upward as he ground Heath’s hips downward, and Heath muttered helplessly, “Oh god...oh god...oh god.” His body still shook uncontrollably from the aftermath of such a powerful eruption and Jarrod’s body responded with harder thrusts. Jarrod suddenly tightened his hold on Heath and with one final thrust, his back arched sharply and he lifted Heath up as his manhood exploded deep inside of his hot tunnel. Jarrod stopped breathing as every muscle tensed and he filled Heath with his essence. His world revolved around the intensity of unknown proportions and it felt like his balls were being ripped from his body as he shook with pleasure. It seemed to last forever, and Heath began to panic when he didn’t hear his brother breathing. All he could feel was Jarrod’s tense convulsing body beneath him. He tried to turn in his brother’s grasp when he heard Jarrod take a deep gasping breath then collapse in a heap, his hard length still firmly enclosed in his ass. When it softened and slid from his body, Heath pulled himself off and helped a trembling Jarrod sit up. With a shaky hand, Jarrod clasped Heath’s neck and pulled him until their foreheads were touching. Jarrod’s eyes were dark and possessive as he uttered firmly, “Mine.”
Heath nodded and he buried his head in Jarrod’s shoulders and let the warmth of belonging wash over him.
Part 2
It was clear to all that Jarrod had taken his youngest brother under his wing and there was no mistaking the love Jarrod had for him. To outsiders, and even family, they were simply two brothers that shared an uncommon bond. No one ever suspected the depth of love they kept hidden from others. Their passion was unbridled and they lived for moments together....
Jarrod was on his way home after three months in San Francisco and the horse beneath him made his erection all the more painful. He’d wired ahead hoping for someone to meet him, and when no one showed he finally got a horse and started home. About three miles from home he saw a lone figure leading a lame horse.
Riding up beside him, he said calmly, “Heath.”
Heath looked up with a frown, but Jarrod could see the shine in his eyes, “Jarrod.”
“You wanna ride?” Jarrod reached out a hand and Heath easily vaulted onto the back of the horse. Handing Jarrod the reins of his lame horse, Heath’s hands wrapped lightly around Jarrod for balance. Jarrod hooked the reins around the saddle horn and basked in Heath’s embrace. When Heath’s fingers found his nipples through his shirt and Jarrod gasped, “Damn Heath, not here.”
His fingers slipped into Jarrod’s shirt and played with the soft hair on his chest sending fire through Jarrod. He whispered playfully into Jarrod’s ear as he moved his hands lower. “Ain’t never done this before.”
Jarrod tried to respond before he lost control over the situation, but when Heath deftly unbuttoned his pants and his erection sprang free he was lost. Leaning back heavily into Heath, he sighed as Heath’s hand teased his flesh. Heath was pushing his own hardness against Jarrod’s back as he stroked him. “Oh god Jarrod, I missed you.”
“Faster Heath...need...” Jarrod lost the ability to speak and only ragged gasps escaped his lips. Heath ground into him harder and pumped Jarrod with fast and frantic strokes. Desperate, Jarrod’s hand covered Heath’s and he thrust upward, spilling his seed onto Heath’s hand. Watching Jarrod climax sent Heath over the edge and he crushed himself to his brothers back and came in his pants. Both men slumped forward in exhausted bliss.
Jarrod finally rose up, pushing Heath upright with him. “Missed you too, Heath. If we don’t get home, Nick will be sending a posse.”
Heath flashed a lop-sided grin and teased Jarrod, “You better hope not, you’d be hard pressed to explain this.” Heath grasped Jarrod’s limpness and Jarrod swiped his hand away as he tucked himself back into his pants. He twisted in the saddle and kissed Heath firmly, wondering what the rest of the family would think of this side of Heath. The side that only Jarrod had the privilege of knowing. His maleness began to twitch again and he knew he’d have to come up with some reason to see Heath in the coming days or they would both be in a world of hurt. He willed himself to think of something else as he nudged the horse home.
Three days...three days at home and Jarrod was irritable. His and Heath’s chance meeting his first night home did nothing to quell his desire. He’d even been tempted to break the cardinal rule and go to him at night. Only the fear of getting caught kept him in his own bed. Heath wisely kept his contact with Jarrod to a minimum, knowing that touch alone would be enough to embarrass them both if they weren’t careful.
The whole family was gathered in the study for after dinner entertainment, with Nick and Heath playing pool and Jarrod sitting at his desk. Victoria and Audra sat watching the lively game, fanning away the heat. The heat was sweltering inside and out and Jarrod unbuttoned another button on his shirt revealing a patch of chest hair. Heath forced himself to look away and concentrated on the shot in front of him. Nick watched him miss and laughed, “That’s the second shot you missed tonight, little brother. Where’s yer head at tonight, boy?”
Buried in Jarrod’s crotch is what Heath wanted to say, instead he smiled at Nick’s teasing, “Too hot to concentrate. Figure ya might win this one by default, Nick.” He winked at Jarrod as he bantered with Nick, “You better take what you can get.” The family laughed with Heath.
Nick took the final shot ending the game in his favor. Nick pulled at his shirt, using it to cool himself, “I can’t remember it ever being so hot so late in the day. I’m goin’ for a ride. Anybody else want to get out of this hot box?”
Heath shook his head, “I thought about going for a swim myself.”
Nick looked at Jarrod, “Well, big brother what’ll it be, a ride or a swim?”
“Well I’m partial to the swimming idea. Perhaps Audra or Mother would like to join you for a ride.” Jarrod couldn’t believe Heath’s suggestion. It was a perfect solution, assuming no one joined them. He grabbed his hat and nonchalantly used it to hide the growing bulge in his pants.
“Your loss. How ‘bout it Mother, Audra, either of you want to join me in a ride?” Jarrod didn’t wait to hear their answer as he followed Heath out the patio doors, intent on getting away. As they saddled their horses, Heath couldn’t stop from brushing up against Jarrod at every opportunity. Audra and Nick entered the yard as Heath and Jarrod were leaving and Jarrod shifted in the saddle to hide his bulging erection and tipped his hat at his siblings, “Have fun on your ride.”
Heath waited anxiously, then kneed Charger and yelled back at Jarrod, “Race ya!”
Jarrod sat stunned before kicking Jingo into gear, “Yehaw!” He briefly heard Nick and Audra’s laughter as he and Heath raced for the swimming hole.
Heath arrived first and led Charger to the water while he waited for Jarrod to dismount and do the same with Jingo. This particular swimming hole was great for swimming, not only because it afforded it’s swimmers privacy, but because the water never got too cold. Impatient, he began to undress, relieving himself of his boots and pants first. Jarrod did the same and soon the two of them were naked and plastered to each other, hands roaming everywhere they could reach. Their breathing was ragged and urgent as they caressed each other’s skin and Heath kissed his way to Jarrod’s nipple. Circling it with his tongue, Heath reveled in the smoothness of Jarrod’s chest as he sucked and nipped at the swollen bud. He kissed and sucked his way down Jarrod’s abdomen. Jarrod sharply sucked in air as Heath brushed against his hard, aching shaft. He tried to pull Heath to his feet, but Heath resisted, wanting to taste him after so long an absence.
“No!” Jarrod shifted, and pushed Heath to the ground. He tried to straddle Heath’s thighs, but Heath had other ideas and he rolled the two of them over so he was on top. Jarrod writhed beneath him, and Heath increased his weight on him and slowly eased his erection next to Jarrod’s as he humped him. His eyes wild with desire, Jarrod tossed his head from side to side. With Heath on top, Jarrod was at his mercy, not a position he was used to.
When Heath put a hand under Jarrod’s knee and lifted it up, opening him to further exploration, Jarrod’s eyes filled with fear. He tried to lift up, and Heath placed a firm hand on his chest, pushing him back down. Looking him right in the eye, Heath told him softly, “I won’t hurt you. I promise. Just a finger.”
Jarrod had never been penetrated and Heath wanted him to know just how enjoyable it could be. He preferred the bottom, always had, but he wanted Jarrod to experience it just once and he figured the more excited he was the less likely he was to resist. He dropped Jarrod’s knee and leaned over him, shifting his groin in a circular motion as he pleaded softly, “Please let me do this for you. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
Reluctantly, Jarrod nodded and he opened his legs letting Heath know that he trusted him. He was still tense, and Heath’s mouth dropped to his in a searing kiss. Jarrod was breathless when Heath pulled away and he kissed his way down Jarrod’s ribs and stomach. When he got to his groin he kissed his way around it, and Jarrod arched upward yearning for contact. Heath smiled as he continued to tease Jarrod with light kisses to his balls and thighs. His head dropped even farther as his tongue darted out to caress Jarrod’s puckered skin and Heath heard him suck in air and moan with delight. Heath took it as a good sign and played his tongue over Jarrod’s hole as his hand stroked the hard shaft above. When Jarrod began arching into his hand, Heath wet his finger and eased it into Jarrod’s ass, the whole while his tongue licked the sensitive skin around it. Jarrod tensed as he realized what was happening but when Heath’s long finger slid inside and hit his prostate, he cried out, “Awwww!” Heath eased almost all the way out and stayed still. Jarrod was panting loudly and hissed, “What...was...that?”
Heath smiled as he slowly pushed his finger back into Jarrod and lightly caressed the hard nub again. Jarrod gasped for air and as Heath pulled out, Jarrod tried to push down on his hand, wanting to feel the sensation again. Heath pumped his finger into Jarrod, each time making sure he hit the spot that had Jarrod squirming in his grasp. With his other hand he coated Jarrod’s engorged heat with precum and stroked the pulsing flesh. Jarrod lifted his head and his dark eyes shone with love and hot desire, “Didn’t...know. Not... gonna... last.”
Understanding his plea, Heath shifted between Jarrod’s legs and dropped his head to suck on the rigid flesh while fingering his virgin flesh. Heath felt him stiffen and every muscle trembled as Jarrod let loose a long keening wail as he thrust up sharply and his juices pulsed into Heath’s mouth. Only when he was done did it become silent and Heath removed his finger to lie next to Jarrod. He ignored his own hardness as he draped his arm over Jarrod’s chest and rested his head on his shoulder. Jarrod shuddered as Heath’s hand roamed over his chest and abdomen spreading the sweat that had gathered there. He sighed with contentment, “Give me a minute.”
Heath grinned, “I’m fine. Just relax.” He leaned closer and planted light kisses on Jarrod’s neck and throat, sucking on the salty skin, “I wanted to do that for so long. So you would know what you do to me.” He pressed hard against Jarrod’s thigh as his thick rod pushed up and down in long easy strokes.
Jarrod rolled them over and lay on top of Heath, as he looked down into his eyes. “God, Heath I can’t get enough you. It’s so intense sometimes that it scares me. No matter how many times I have you I want more.” Already Heath could feel Jarrod’s rising erection and it amazed him that this man could get an erection so soon after the first.
Heath needed release so he bent his knees and spread his legs wide, inviting Jarrod between them. Jarrod used his own precum to lubricate himself and then guided the crown of his erection into Heath. Tensing for only a moment, Heath relaxed the muscle and looked up a Jarrod who was straining not to move and said in a deep husky voice, “Hard and fast!”
Leaning all the way forward, bending Heath nearly in half, Jarrod slowly eased himself inside. Then slowly he pulled out until only the tip remained. He teased Heath with several long and very slow strokes, and when he pulled out and viciously pounded into Heath’s ass in one deep thrust, Heath was completely unprepared and screamed, “YESSSSSSSS!!!!!! Bracing himself above Heath, Jarrod slammed in and out of Heath’s ass, pushing, circling, and grinding. Jarrod felt the vibrations of pleasure start beneath his balls and he stopped his motion to grab Heath’s hardness in his hand, feeling it pulse beneath his long fingers. With long, slow strokes he pumped Heath’s hot flesh as he thrust his own heated flesh in and out of Heath’s tight warmth. Heath was moaning for release and he tried arching into Jarrod’s hand despite his awkward position. Jarrod sat up and gripping Heath’s hips, pulled him closer to his groin. Heath’s ass rested on Jarrod’s thighs giving him more control and he lifted his hips in time to Jarrod’s thrusts. Jarrod let Heath rock on his aching shaft and he reached forward and played with his nipples, pinching and pulling them fiercely. Heath groaned as he twisted his head from side to side, desperate for completion. Grabbing his own aching erection he pumped into his hand as Jarrod plunged into his depths with hard and frantic thrusts. Their worlds had narrowed to their own need for release as they wallowed in the sensations that began to wash over them. Heath stiffened first, his quivering muscles sending Jarrod over the edge and both men arched forward as they exploded in a simultaneous eruption of pleasure. Involuntary shudders assaulted them both and Jarrod finally collapsed to the side of an equally exhausted Heath. The only sound in the fading light was their harsh breathing.
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Part 3
Jarrod sat in the office, bored and wondering if the day would ever end. He’d been on edge for weeks and he knew why. Heath was on another cattle drive. It wasn’t unusual not to see him for that long, since he lived in San Francisco and Heath stayed in Stockton, but Jarrod couldn’t shake the image of Heath in chaps. It happened whenever Heath went on a drive and Jarrod agonized for weeks until his return, going to bed each night with a raging hard-on.
Heath was glad to finally arrive in San Francisco after weeks on the trail. Dusty and dirty, he and Nick headed uptown to find a room and get cleaned up. Nick was anxious for a night on the town and Heath interceded with plans of his own, “How ‘bout you go get cleaned up and I’ll go see if Jarrod wants to join us tonight. I’ll clean up at his place and we can meet ya fer supper.”
Nick slapped him on the back, raising a cloud of dust, “Sounds good to me...I might even sneak in a nap for we go.”
“Well you older fellas need your rest,” teased Heath. He shucked out of Nick’s grasp and shot him a lop-sided grin. “I’ll see you at the International about seven.”
“Yeah, tell that older brother of mine hello.”
Heath waved good bye, as he muttered under his breath, “My pleasure.” He caught the first cab he could find and headed to Jarrod’s office. Still early, he wanted to catch him at the office before heading home, take some of the edge off. Heath sauntered into the office and waited for Jarrod’s clerk to announce his presence. Jarrod rushed from the office and grabbed Heath in a firm, brotherly embrace, hoping to hide his already growing erection. “Hey, Heath good too see you again.” He looked over his shoulder and asked, “Where’s Nick?”
“He decided to take a nap,” chuckled Heath, then he added slyly, “Reckon it’s just you and me this afternoon.”
Dropping his arm on Heath’s shoulders, Jarrod smiled with a gleam in his eye. “Come on in the office and tell me about the drive.” Before pulling the door shut he dismissed his clerk for the day.
The door shut and Heath was already on his knees unbuttoning Jarrod’s pants. “Jesus, Heath,” hissed Jarrod, his eyes already closing shut as he savored the feel of Heath’s touch. His head fell back and Heath reached in and pulled his aching erection free causing him to moan. Jarrod ran his fingers through Heath’s hair as his younger brother began kissing his heated flesh. He looked down at his blue eyes and demanded tenderly in an already husky voice, “Play with yourself. Let me watch.”
Heath smiled warmly. Jarrod loved to see his male flesh hanging out when he wore chaps and he was more than happy to oblige him. His own hard-on was straining and when he pulled it free he made sure his balls hung over the edge of his pants. The material pushed on them, creating not only an impressive show, but also giving him a nice pleasant sensation. Taking his own pulsing flesh in hand he stroked himself as his mouth found Jarrod’s manhood. Jarrod gasped and his hand dropped onto Heath’s shoulder for support. Heath stroked himself harder and harder, knowing Jarrod wouldn’t last, and wanting to experience the moment with him. Jarrod tried to watch Heath’s hand but his eyes started to roll back in his head and he lost himself. It was sudden and intense and neither man had any warning as Jarrod’s orgasm caught him off guard and he bit back a scream, shooting his load hard down Heath’s throat. Heath pumped into his own hand as he arched upward spewing a hot stream onto Jarrod’s pants.
Mortified, Heath exclaimed, “Aw Christ...I’m sorry Jarrod.” His breathing came in gasps as he hung his head ashamed. Jarrod eased himself to his knees and hugged him limply, still too shaken to do much else.
“Don’t be! That one caught us both off guard.” His head rested on Heath’s shoulder as they both struggled to catch their breaths.
Jarrod helped Heath to his feet and kissed him deeply, “Go home and get cleaned up. I’ll be along shortly.”
He swatted Heath’s butt as he headed out the door and Heath flashed him a grin, “Don’t take too long.”
Jarrod got home an hour later, hornier than hell and quickly deposited his hat and coat in the foyer before rushing upstairs. He looked in the guest bedroom and not finding Heath he headed to the bathroom. Opening the door, he found Heath with his leg up on the commode strapping his chaps on bare ass. Blood flooded into Jarrod’s groin and he kicked off his boots as he unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Heath turned and Jarrod’s mouth dropped as he eyed the massive flesh restrained in leather. His own large erection jutted forward as he wrapped his arms around Heath and began frantically humping against him. Heath smiled and tried to slow Jarrod down, “Whoa there, big brother. We got time.”
Panting with desire, Jarrod pushed harder into Heath, desperate for contact as he cried out, “Chaps...can’t stop.” As he leaned into Heath, they both lost their balance and landed on the floor, Jarrod firmly pressed against Heath’s hardness.
Arching up, Heath pleaded, “Let me turn over.” Jarrod was still humping him as he nodded, then reluctantly let Heath up long enough to roll over, exposing his bare ass to him. His hands shook as he spread Heath’s cheeks and found his tight hole. Reaching behind him he grabbed the oil and dripped it down the crack before covering his fingers in the slippery lubrication. With practiced ease, he slipped a finger inside his brothers tight hole and found the sensitive nub. Heath moaned and pushed back against Jarrod’s finger wanting more of the pleasurable sensation. Jarrod teased him with several strokes before inserting a second then third finger. Heath was bucking against his hand, and Jarrod covered his throbbing shaft with oil as he guided it to Heath’s tight tunnel, slipping easily inside. Giving Heath only a minute to adjust, he grabbed his hips and slammed himself forward until his balls were pressed firmly against Heath’s own. Jarrod remained still, his breaths coming in harsh gasps. Heath tried to push away, desperate for Jarrod to move, but his brother held him firmly in place. “Don’t move....need...a...minute! Too...much!”
The chaps were erotic for both of them and they never lasted once they started. Jarrod just wanted to savor the feel for an extra moment before he lost control. Heath nodded as he trembled with anticipation. He knew what was coming and as many times as they’d played this particular game, he never explained why it caused the reaction it did. Jarrod was very much aware of his sensitivity and never abused the privilege, saving it for when he wore chaps. Heath never asked why it was the only time he used that technique to get him off, but he suspected it had a lot to do with his reaction. He was snapped from his thoughts as Jarrod leaned across his back and whispered softly, “You ready?”
Heath nodded and waited as Jarrod’s hands dropped to his back and started caressing him in broad strokes. His hips ground into Jarrod, who took a couple of deep breaths to calm his own rising desire. Very tenderly, Jarrod began tracing the scars that marked Heath’s back, and his brother’s reaction was instantaneous. Shivering almost violently, Heath pushed hard onto Jarrod’s hard shaft, impaling himself time and time again, as Jarrod continued to trace the scars with only the lightest touch. And then it started...Heath bucked wildly, unable to stop the sensations that coursed through him, every nerve on fire. The leather, Jarrod’s touch, and being filled to capacity, bordered on pain and he struggled to get away, only to have Jarrod pull him back time and again. Each time Heath pulled away, Jarrod slammed his aching flesh into him harder and harder. Jarrod’s muscles screamed at the strength required to hold onto Heath, yet he knew that Heath’s struggling was not really him trying to get away. It was such an overwhelming feeling that Heath was out of his head with desire. Heath started to whimper and Jarrod knew he was close now and pounded into Heath’s ass, his arms still wrapped firmly around Heath as he tried to push away from him. Jarrod refused to release his hold as his balls slapped Heath’s thighs, occasionally rubbing against the leather straps. Heath tried desperately to get away from the extreme sensations and he clawed at the floor as tears formed in his eyes. Jarrod couldn’t stand to see Heath in such a state and leaned over and gently licked at his scars sending Heath over the edge. His body spasmed violently in Jarrod’s arms and as Heath clenched around him, he followed, both of them trapped in the throes of passion as their bodies screamed in blissful release. Heath trembled harshly and Jarrod couldn’t stop the tiny convulsions that forced him to thrust time and time again, aching to fill Heath with every bit of his milky substance. After what seemed like an eternity, they both collapsed in a heap, still trembling in each others arms. Jarrod rolled over enough to spoon behind Heath as he held on to his tearful brother. Lifting his head, he leaned over Heath’s shoulder and asked as he always did in a tender voice, “Are you okay?”
Heath never answered, but he nodded weakly and pulled Jarrod’s arms tightly around him, savoring the strength he felt there. Jarrod relaxed behind him but pulled him closer, “Good thing you don’t go on too many drives a year, little brother.” Heath’s whole body shuddered and Jarrod smiled as he kissed his shoulder. The bathroom floor wasn’t the best place to be cuddling, but Jarrod understood that Heath needed this almost as much as he needed the other and he held him in a protective embrace.
Big Valley
Author:Chaps1870
Pairing:Jarrod/Heath
Rating: NC17
Warnings:Slash/Incest
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine and no copyright infringement is intended.
Part 1
The dark haired lawyer walked calmly into the bathhouse, a well known establishment in San Francisco that he frequented on occasion. It was a fine place for gentlemen, but for the right price he could gain admittance into the private baths that catered to men such as himself, men that had a taste for other men. Oh he liked women, but the lure of men was there too and sometimes the devil just called too loudly to ignore.
He’d been aware of a young blonde fellow eyeing him from across the room for some time and he made a silent signal for him to follow him into one of the many private cubicles located off the steam room. Wrapped in only a towel, Jarrod felt his flesh begin to rise at having such a fine specimen. No more than twenty one, a kid really, the blond was tall with finely etched muscles and the bluest eyes. The thought of burying himself inside the young man was already making him hard beyond belief.
Jarrod pulled his towel away and stroked himself impatiently as he waited for the blonde stranger to arrive. He’d never seen him at the bath before and Jarrod prided himself on knowing all the men that frequented the baths. This kid was new and Jarrod was gonna have him. Something alluring about the young man made Jarrod’s erection jump in his hand and he had to remove it lest he ruin a good night of fun. The blond opened the door and stepped inside, wasting no time dropping to his knees in front of Jarrod, who gasped when he felt his entire length being swallowed by the kid.
Leaning into the wall behind him, Jarrod’s knees threatened to buckle as the kid started sucking him with gusto. Jarrod’s eyes dropped to gaze into the young man’s eyes, and a moment passed between them. Whatever it was neither could describe, but the kid began sucking Jarrod in earnest as he fondled the large sacs beneath his throbbing manhood. Jarrod was breathing heavily and he knew if this kept up he wouldn’t last. As large as he was, he had never had anyone take him the way this kid was and it was erotic beyond any of Jarrod’s imaginings. His hands clenched the young man’s hair and he held him in place as he pumped into his mouth, just to see if he could take it. When he found no resistance in the young man, only pure lust in his eyes, he almost shot his load right then. Pulling him to his feet, Jarrod was panting with desire. He’d been visiting the baths for years and never did he ever feel anything more than the need to find release. This kid was invoking feelings he didn’t think possible and he wanted nothing more than to slam him up against the wall and fill him with his aching hard-on.
His hands found the young man’s shaft and he stroked it for several long seconds, savoring the length almost equal to his own. Standing against one another, Jarrod ground his erection against the young mans and whispered through gasps for air, “Need...you”
The young man’s breaths were shallow and fast as Jarrod lifted his hands and engulfed both penises. His long fingers stroking them together as the two men pushed against one another, desperate for more contact. Jarrod felt the sweat pouring off of him and it mingled with kid’s, sending a tingle into Jarrod as he thought about the closeness of such an act. Jarrod’s hands were crushed between the two of them as they both strove for completion, neither man used to the intensity of feelings that coursed through them. It was an insatiable, almost insane need to be close and grunts filled the room as their bodies pounded against the other. The young man’s hand slipped between them and found Jarrod’s nipple. As he pinched and played with it between two fingers, Jarrod’s head flew back and a moan of pleasure escaped his lips. His balls tightened and he knew that it was over for him. His mouth opened and he hissed huskily, “NOW! Oh god.. NOW!!”
Grabbing Jarrod’s manhood in his large hands, the young man stroked him hard and fast, feeling it throb beneath his fingers. Jarrod’s entire body stiffened and his hands snaked around his waist, pulling the young man into a tight embrace. His hips never stopped moving even when his world narrowed into a blinding ball of light that erupted into flash after flash of ecstasy. As he pumped the last of his load, he felt the young man stiffen in his arms and then begin shuddering as he too emptied himself onto Jarrod’s stomach. Jarrod barely managed to hold him up, his own legs weak after such an explosive climax. As their breathing calmed, Jarrod released him. The kid looked at him with such wonder that Jarrod had to smile, “Well that was a first for me too!” Jarrod’s legs no longer wanted to support him and he sank to the floor.
The young man eased himself down on the floor beside him, his hand resting on the older man’s thigh. He didn’t normally go for older men but something about this guy drew him and he knew he had to have him. He only wished they’d been able to stop long enough for the real thing, but he was to caught up in the moment to stop anything. The whole situation was a little unnerving to the young man. He prided himself on remaining aloof, never letting any one get close enough to hurt him and here he was lusting after a man he’d just met. It scared him to think what would happen if he stuck around, so he quickly made his excuses and left Jarrod sitting on the floor in shock. He too was reveling in the feelings that this young man had elicited in him. Getting slowly to his feet, Jarrod grabbed his towel and sighed in frustration over the young man’s abrupt departure. It was gonna take some time to get over their encounter without Jarrod thinking about how bad he wanted in that young man.
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Jarrod rushed into the study to find himself confronted by a very angry young man...a man he recognized. His manhood stirred in his pants as he looked at the young man with blue eyes and muttered under his breath, “Oh geez!” It had been over a year since he’d seen him and yet he was never far from his thoughts. He was almost obsessive in his thoughts about this man and had visited the bath houses every chance he got in hopes of coming across him again.
Jarrod listened along with Nick and Eugene, to Heath’s story and couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only was he claiming to be his brother, he wanted what was his. Jarrod’s thoughts drifted as the young man raved and he pushed against his groin to stop his rising erection. If he was in fact his brother, it did nothing to quell the desire that burned in his loins. It occurred to Jarrod how nice it would be to have him around all the time watching that tight ass in those skin tight pants. Jarrod shook his head trying to clear away the thoughts that raced through his mind. As he watched Heath confront his brothers, he began to notice that Heath avoided looking directly at him, instead directing his anger and Nick and Eugene. Jarrod seemed to be immune to the young man’s anger. It was then that Jarrod realized that it wasn’t just him, Heath felt the pull as well and Jarrod’s manhood twitched at the thought. They were drawn to each other, whether through brotherhood or what and they wanted each other. Jarrod broke out in a sweat as he watched Heath storm from the room and leave the house and it took every ounce of strength not to follow after him in desperation to be close to him again.
Sleeping that night was near impossible as Jarrod lay in bed thinking about Heath. Just thinking about that tight young body was enough to give him a raging hard-on and he finally had to roll over. Slipping his hands into his pants, he began stroking his manhood. Using the precum that gathered at the tip, his strokes became longer and faster as he envisioned young Heath taking him deep in his throat. Jarrod’s back arched off the bed as he pumped into his hand and felt the searing heat as his seed spewed forth. Milking it to the last drop, he laid back, exhausted by the power of his orgasm.
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The family finally accepted Heath, albeit slowly. Jarrod invited him back to the ranch after the fight at Stemple’s and they’d all stayed up late discussing the whole situation. When everyone else rose to go to bed, Jarrod calmly asked Heath to stay behind so they could discuss some things. Jarrod remained behind his desk, trying to hide the erection that threatened to burst his seams. Heath slowly approached Jarrod and leaned onto the desk looking down at his now older brother. “Reckon we got us a situation.” Jarrod’s eyes were practically eye level with Heath’s burgeoning heat and he licked his lips involuntarily. Heath’s heated flesh twitched and he rolled his eyes, “Aw hell, that ain’t helpin’ none.”
Jarrod drug his eyes from the tantalizing sight and looked up at Heath, “Sorry.” He tried to control his thoughts, but his breathing increased right along with his heart rate. “I can’t stop what I’m feeling Heath, and I don’t think it’s going to just go away.” Jarrod closed his eyes and his hand dropped to his lap as he unconsciously rubbed against his erection, trying to ease some of the pain.
“Aw god!” Heath could take no more and he dropped to his knees, quickly reaching out to unfasten Jarrod’s pants. Like a man possessed, he divested Jarrod of his pants and began kissing and sucking the pulsing shaft. Jarrod threw his head back and his hips rose to meet the warmth of Heath’s mouth, his knuckles white as he gripped his chair. Moans of pleasure only excited Heath more and he sucked Jarrod in and out of his mouth with abandon, wanting nothing more than to taste the hot, milky streams he knew were sure to come. Jarrod gripped Heath’s head and pumped into his mouth as he felt his balls draw up. He wanted to scream at the pleasure that was building, but bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out. Instead he moaned through gritted teeth, “Didn’t...want...it...this...way.” Heath did and he increased the tempo, then looked up at Jarrod as he fought against the burn that was threatening to explode within his own loins. He pulled his mouth off of Jarrod’s erection and spoke with a ragged breath, “Need...to...taste...you.” The cool air hitting Jarrod’s engorged flesh had him panting feverishly and his own desire filled eyes meet Heath’s dark passionate ones. Heath’s heated words sent fire to Jarrod’s groin and he knew it was over. He leaned back in his chair and thrust upward as Heath engulfed his length in one long stroke, enveloping him in warmth once more. Taking Jarrod’s silky sacs in his hands, Heath worked them between his fingers as his mouth worked Jarrod’s rock hard flesh. Jarrod’s legs began to twitch as his muscles tightened in anticipation and his moans filled the air, “Oh god Heath, I’m gonna....oh god!” With one powerful upward thrust, Jarrod’s body shuddered almost violently as he shot his load down Heath’s throat. Heath swallowed convulsively not wanting to lose a drop of the precious fluid. Jarrod’s breathing was harsh as his hips thrust upward in short involuntary spasms. It seemed to go on forever before his whole body slumped into his chair, totally spent.
Heath wasted no time shedding his own pants and he rested a hand on each side of Jarrod’s chair, before leaning in and kissing his older brother. This was no brotherly kiss, as Heath’s tongue plunged into Jarrod’s mouth and Jarrod grasped his neck to pull him closer still. His free hand reached between Heath’s legs and gently squeezed the golden orbs that hung there. Oh god they hung there. Jarrod felt the familiar stirring in his groin and his hands slipped under Heath’s shirt to rub and feel the tight muscles as he worked his way up to nipples, tight and aroused. His fingers pinched and pulled at the hard nubs and Heath ripped his mouth from Jarrod’s as he gasped for air. His eyes found Jarrod’s and he pleaded desperately, “Take me now....make me yours.”
Jarrod jumped to his feet and grabbed Heath in a wild embrace as his mouth crushed the young man’s lips. He forced his tongue into the inviting warmth and the two men battled for dominance. Jarrod’s hands drifted until he held a tight butt cheek in each hand and he pushed Heath back, pinning him against the wall. His pulsing hard-on ground against Heath’s hot erection and his hands ripped away the shirt that covered delectable skin. His own shirt followed and he rubbed and crushed himself against the hard flesh. Heath’s moans increased and Jarrod’s pulse raced in response. Turning Heath in his arms he pushed him to the wall and thrust his aching member against his brother’s tight mounds. “Oh god...I want you.”
Jarrod pinned Heath’s arms above his head with one hand, something he wouldn’t have been able to do had Heath not been willing, but he was oh so willing. He widened his stance and felt Jarrod’s hardness slip between his legs and he let go an agonized grunt. His blood filled erection was painfully hard and he needed more...NOW! His breathing was labored as he pushed back into Jarrod wanting him to imbed his large thickness into his tight tunnel. He begged unabashed, “Please!!” His voice dropped to almost a whimper, “Please, Jarrod!”
Jarrod’s emotions were at a fever pitch and he shook with desire. Taking his shaft in hand, Jarrod guided it to Heath’s tight hole but stopped as he met resistance, “Too dry...don’t...want...to...hurt...you.”
Heath hissed through clenched teeth, “Take me damn it! Now!!!” He pushed down on Jarrod’s straining flesh and felt the head push past the tight entrance. Heath stopped and sucked in a harsh breath, willing himself to relax. Jarrod tried to pull out but Heath reached behind him and grabbed his ass, “STAY!” Jarrod’s reached around Heath and splayed his hand over his stomach while the other gripped his hip. Frantic to move, Jarrod trembled as he waited to thrust. When Heath began to move and Jarrod felt himself slip deeper into the hot tight envelope, his hand tightened on Heath’s stomach and he thrust upward as slowly as he dared and buried himself to the hilt. Heath bit back a scream when Jarrod hit his prostate, and Jarrod’s lips nipped and kissed Heath’s shoulder. As he slowly pulled out, only to slam into him again, Heath’s head fell back onto Jarrod’s shoulder in pure pleasure. With each slow thrust, he felt his insides quiver with pleasure as Jarrod’s hardness found his sweet spot. Despite his best effort, he couldn’t stop moaning, “Harder Jarrod. Harder...oh god please.”
Not able to stop himself, Jarrod pulled out until only the tip of his erection remained, then he braced himself and slammed into Heath’s ass again and again. He was no longer capable of thought, only instinct and the need to claim the young man. His hand tightened on Heath’s stomach and his balls slapped Heath’s thighs with each thrust. Every thrust became harder than the one before as he pounded in Heath’s tight ass confines hitting his prostate with each pass. Heath’s body quivered uncontrollably as he relished being taken so thoroughly. Nothing had prepared him for the feelings that washed over him when he was with this man and he pushed back against him, wanting him deeper.
Jarrod felt Heath’s muscles start to clench around him and he drove himself deeper and harder. Heath tried to drop his outstretched arms but Jarrod’s harsh hoarse voice stopped him, “Don’t!” Jarrod grabbed Heath’s arms and held them above his head while his other hand dropped to the young man’s heated flesh and began stroking him. Heath felt the familiar burn in his stomach and his world erupted in a mind shattering, soul wrenching orgasm that wouldn’t end. Jarrod pounded into him as stream after stream of hot, milky sperm spewed over his stomach and the wall. Jarrod tried to hold Heath up as his legs buckled, no longer able to support his weakened body. Unable to fight his own approaching climax and hold Heath up at the same time, Jarrod dropped to his knees with Heath still in his lap and his pulsing shaft buried deep inside his ass. Wrapping arms around his brother, Jarrod thrust sharply upward as he ground Heath’s hips downward, and Heath muttered helplessly, “Oh god...oh god...oh god.” His body still shook uncontrollably from the aftermath of such a powerful eruption and Jarrod’s body responded with harder thrusts. Jarrod suddenly tightened his hold on Heath and with one final thrust, his back arched sharply and he lifted Heath up as his manhood exploded deep inside of his hot tunnel. Jarrod stopped breathing as every muscle tensed and he filled Heath with his essence. His world revolved around the intensity of unknown proportions and it felt like his balls were being ripped from his body as he shook with pleasure. It seemed to last forever, and Heath began to panic when he didn’t hear his brother breathing. All he could feel was Jarrod’s tense convulsing body beneath him. He tried to turn in his brother’s grasp when he heard Jarrod take a deep gasping breath then collapse in a heap, his hard length still firmly enclosed in his ass. When it softened and slid from his body, Heath pulled himself off and helped a trembling Jarrod sit up. With a shaky hand, Jarrod clasped Heath’s neck and pulled him until their foreheads were touching. Jarrod’s eyes were dark and possessive as he uttered firmly, “Mine.”
Heath nodded and he buried his head in Jarrod’s shoulders and let the warmth of belonging wash over him.
Part 2
It was clear to all that Jarrod had taken his youngest brother under his wing and there was no mistaking the love Jarrod had for him. To outsiders, and even family, they were simply two brothers that shared an uncommon bond. No one ever suspected the depth of love they kept hidden from others. Their passion was unbridled and they lived for moments together....
Jarrod was on his way home after three months in San Francisco and the horse beneath him made his erection all the more painful. He’d wired ahead hoping for someone to meet him, and when no one showed he finally got a horse and started home. About three miles from home he saw a lone figure leading a lame horse.
Riding up beside him, he said calmly, “Heath.”
Heath looked up with a frown, but Jarrod could see the shine in his eyes, “Jarrod.”
“You wanna ride?” Jarrod reached out a hand and Heath easily vaulted onto the back of the horse. Handing Jarrod the reins of his lame horse, Heath’s hands wrapped lightly around Jarrod for balance. Jarrod hooked the reins around the saddle horn and basked in Heath’s embrace. When Heath’s fingers found his nipples through his shirt and Jarrod gasped, “Damn Heath, not here.”
His fingers slipped into Jarrod’s shirt and played with the soft hair on his chest sending fire through Jarrod. He whispered playfully into Jarrod’s ear as he moved his hands lower. “Ain’t never done this before.”
Jarrod tried to respond before he lost control over the situation, but when Heath deftly unbuttoned his pants and his erection sprang free he was lost. Leaning back heavily into Heath, he sighed as Heath’s hand teased his flesh. Heath was pushing his own hardness against Jarrod’s back as he stroked him. “Oh god Jarrod, I missed you.”
“Faster Heath...need...” Jarrod lost the ability to speak and only ragged gasps escaped his lips. Heath ground into him harder and pumped Jarrod with fast and frantic strokes. Desperate, Jarrod’s hand covered Heath’s and he thrust upward, spilling his seed onto Heath’s hand. Watching Jarrod climax sent Heath over the edge and he crushed himself to his brothers back and came in his pants. Both men slumped forward in exhausted bliss.
Jarrod finally rose up, pushing Heath upright with him. “Missed you too, Heath. If we don’t get home, Nick will be sending a posse.”
Heath flashed a lop-sided grin and teased Jarrod, “You better hope not, you’d be hard pressed to explain this.” Heath grasped Jarrod’s limpness and Jarrod swiped his hand away as he tucked himself back into his pants. He twisted in the saddle and kissed Heath firmly, wondering what the rest of the family would think of this side of Heath. The side that only Jarrod had the privilege of knowing. His maleness began to twitch again and he knew he’d have to come up with some reason to see Heath in the coming days or they would both be in a world of hurt. He willed himself to think of something else as he nudged the horse home.
Three days...three days at home and Jarrod was irritable. His and Heath’s chance meeting his first night home did nothing to quell his desire. He’d even been tempted to break the cardinal rule and go to him at night. Only the fear of getting caught kept him in his own bed. Heath wisely kept his contact with Jarrod to a minimum, knowing that touch alone would be enough to embarrass them both if they weren’t careful.
The whole family was gathered in the study for after dinner entertainment, with Nick and Heath playing pool and Jarrod sitting at his desk. Victoria and Audra sat watching the lively game, fanning away the heat. The heat was sweltering inside and out and Jarrod unbuttoned another button on his shirt revealing a patch of chest hair. Heath forced himself to look away and concentrated on the shot in front of him. Nick watched him miss and laughed, “That’s the second shot you missed tonight, little brother. Where’s yer head at tonight, boy?”
Buried in Jarrod’s crotch is what Heath wanted to say, instead he smiled at Nick’s teasing, “Too hot to concentrate. Figure ya might win this one by default, Nick.” He winked at Jarrod as he bantered with Nick, “You better take what you can get.” The family laughed with Heath.
Nick took the final shot ending the game in his favor. Nick pulled at his shirt, using it to cool himself, “I can’t remember it ever being so hot so late in the day. I’m goin’ for a ride. Anybody else want to get out of this hot box?”
Heath shook his head, “I thought about going for a swim myself.”
Nick looked at Jarrod, “Well, big brother what’ll it be, a ride or a swim?”
“Well I’m partial to the swimming idea. Perhaps Audra or Mother would like to join you for a ride.” Jarrod couldn’t believe Heath’s suggestion. It was a perfect solution, assuming no one joined them. He grabbed his hat and nonchalantly used it to hide the growing bulge in his pants.
“Your loss. How ‘bout it Mother, Audra, either of you want to join me in a ride?” Jarrod didn’t wait to hear their answer as he followed Heath out the patio doors, intent on getting away. As they saddled their horses, Heath couldn’t stop from brushing up against Jarrod at every opportunity. Audra and Nick entered the yard as Heath and Jarrod were leaving and Jarrod shifted in the saddle to hide his bulging erection and tipped his hat at his siblings, “Have fun on your ride.”
Heath waited anxiously, then kneed Charger and yelled back at Jarrod, “Race ya!”
Jarrod sat stunned before kicking Jingo into gear, “Yehaw!” He briefly heard Nick and Audra’s laughter as he and Heath raced for the swimming hole.
Heath arrived first and led Charger to the water while he waited for Jarrod to dismount and do the same with Jingo. This particular swimming hole was great for swimming, not only because it afforded it’s swimmers privacy, but because the water never got too cold. Impatient, he began to undress, relieving himself of his boots and pants first. Jarrod did the same and soon the two of them were naked and plastered to each other, hands roaming everywhere they could reach. Their breathing was ragged and urgent as they caressed each other’s skin and Heath kissed his way to Jarrod’s nipple. Circling it with his tongue, Heath reveled in the smoothness of Jarrod’s chest as he sucked and nipped at the swollen bud. He kissed and sucked his way down Jarrod’s abdomen. Jarrod sharply sucked in air as Heath brushed against his hard, aching shaft. He tried to pull Heath to his feet, but Heath resisted, wanting to taste him after so long an absence.
“No!” Jarrod shifted, and pushed Heath to the ground. He tried to straddle Heath’s thighs, but Heath had other ideas and he rolled the two of them over so he was on top. Jarrod writhed beneath him, and Heath increased his weight on him and slowly eased his erection next to Jarrod’s as he humped him. His eyes wild with desire, Jarrod tossed his head from side to side. With Heath on top, Jarrod was at his mercy, not a position he was used to.
When Heath put a hand under Jarrod’s knee and lifted it up, opening him to further exploration, Jarrod’s eyes filled with fear. He tried to lift up, and Heath placed a firm hand on his chest, pushing him back down. Looking him right in the eye, Heath told him softly, “I won’t hurt you. I promise. Just a finger.”
Jarrod had never been penetrated and Heath wanted him to know just how enjoyable it could be. He preferred the bottom, always had, but he wanted Jarrod to experience it just once and he figured the more excited he was the less likely he was to resist. He dropped Jarrod’s knee and leaned over him, shifting his groin in a circular motion as he pleaded softly, “Please let me do this for you. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
Reluctantly, Jarrod nodded and he opened his legs letting Heath know that he trusted him. He was still tense, and Heath’s mouth dropped to his in a searing kiss. Jarrod was breathless when Heath pulled away and he kissed his way down Jarrod’s ribs and stomach. When he got to his groin he kissed his way around it, and Jarrod arched upward yearning for contact. Heath smiled as he continued to tease Jarrod with light kisses to his balls and thighs. His head dropped even farther as his tongue darted out to caress Jarrod’s puckered skin and Heath heard him suck in air and moan with delight. Heath took it as a good sign and played his tongue over Jarrod’s hole as his hand stroked the hard shaft above. When Jarrod began arching into his hand, Heath wet his finger and eased it into Jarrod’s ass, the whole while his tongue licked the sensitive skin around it. Jarrod tensed as he realized what was happening but when Heath’s long finger slid inside and hit his prostate, he cried out, “Awwww!” Heath eased almost all the way out and stayed still. Jarrod was panting loudly and hissed, “What...was...that?”
Heath smiled as he slowly pushed his finger back into Jarrod and lightly caressed the hard nub again. Jarrod gasped for air and as Heath pulled out, Jarrod tried to push down on his hand, wanting to feel the sensation again. Heath pumped his finger into Jarrod, each time making sure he hit the spot that had Jarrod squirming in his grasp. With his other hand he coated Jarrod’s engorged heat with precum and stroked the pulsing flesh. Jarrod lifted his head and his dark eyes shone with love and hot desire, “Didn’t...know. Not... gonna... last.”
Understanding his plea, Heath shifted between Jarrod’s legs and dropped his head to suck on the rigid flesh while fingering his virgin flesh. Heath felt him stiffen and every muscle trembled as Jarrod let loose a long keening wail as he thrust up sharply and his juices pulsed into Heath’s mouth. Only when he was done did it become silent and Heath removed his finger to lie next to Jarrod. He ignored his own hardness as he draped his arm over Jarrod’s chest and rested his head on his shoulder. Jarrod shuddered as Heath’s hand roamed over his chest and abdomen spreading the sweat that had gathered there. He sighed with contentment, “Give me a minute.”
Heath grinned, “I’m fine. Just relax.” He leaned closer and planted light kisses on Jarrod’s neck and throat, sucking on the salty skin, “I wanted to do that for so long. So you would know what you do to me.” He pressed hard against Jarrod’s thigh as his thick rod pushed up and down in long easy strokes.
Jarrod rolled them over and lay on top of Heath, as he looked down into his eyes. “God, Heath I can’t get enough you. It’s so intense sometimes that it scares me. No matter how many times I have you I want more.” Already Heath could feel Jarrod’s rising erection and it amazed him that this man could get an erection so soon after the first.
Heath needed release so he bent his knees and spread his legs wide, inviting Jarrod between them. Jarrod used his own precum to lubricate himself and then guided the crown of his erection into Heath. Tensing for only a moment, Heath relaxed the muscle and looked up a Jarrod who was straining not to move and said in a deep husky voice, “Hard and fast!”
Leaning all the way forward, bending Heath nearly in half, Jarrod slowly eased himself inside. Then slowly he pulled out until only the tip remained. He teased Heath with several long and very slow strokes, and when he pulled out and viciously pounded into Heath’s ass in one deep thrust, Heath was completely unprepared and screamed, “YESSSSSSSS!!!!!! Bracing himself above Heath, Jarrod slammed in and out of Heath’s ass, pushing, circling, and grinding. Jarrod felt the vibrations of pleasure start beneath his balls and he stopped his motion to grab Heath’s hardness in his hand, feeling it pulse beneath his long fingers. With long, slow strokes he pumped Heath’s hot flesh as he thrust his own heated flesh in and out of Heath’s tight warmth. Heath was moaning for release and he tried arching into Jarrod’s hand despite his awkward position. Jarrod sat up and gripping Heath’s hips, pulled him closer to his groin. Heath’s ass rested on Jarrod’s thighs giving him more control and he lifted his hips in time to Jarrod’s thrusts. Jarrod let Heath rock on his aching shaft and he reached forward and played with his nipples, pinching and pulling them fiercely. Heath groaned as he twisted his head from side to side, desperate for completion. Grabbing his own aching erection he pumped into his hand as Jarrod plunged into his depths with hard and frantic thrusts. Their worlds had narrowed to their own need for release as they wallowed in the sensations that began to wash over them. Heath stiffened first, his quivering muscles sending Jarrod over the edge and both men arched forward as they exploded in a simultaneous eruption of pleasure. Involuntary shudders assaulted them both and Jarrod finally collapsed to the side of an equally exhausted Heath. The only sound in the fading light was their harsh breathing.
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Part 3
Jarrod sat in the office, bored and wondering if the day would ever end. He’d been on edge for weeks and he knew why. Heath was on another cattle drive. It wasn’t unusual not to see him for that long, since he lived in San Francisco and Heath stayed in Stockton, but Jarrod couldn’t shake the image of Heath in chaps. It happened whenever Heath went on a drive and Jarrod agonized for weeks until his return, going to bed each night with a raging hard-on.
Heath was glad to finally arrive in San Francisco after weeks on the trail. Dusty and dirty, he and Nick headed uptown to find a room and get cleaned up. Nick was anxious for a night on the town and Heath interceded with plans of his own, “How ‘bout you go get cleaned up and I’ll go see if Jarrod wants to join us tonight. I’ll clean up at his place and we can meet ya fer supper.”
Nick slapped him on the back, raising a cloud of dust, “Sounds good to me...I might even sneak in a nap for we go.”
“Well you older fellas need your rest,” teased Heath. He shucked out of Nick’s grasp and shot him a lop-sided grin. “I’ll see you at the International about seven.”
“Yeah, tell that older brother of mine hello.”
Heath waved good bye, as he muttered under his breath, “My pleasure.” He caught the first cab he could find and headed to Jarrod’s office. Still early, he wanted to catch him at the office before heading home, take some of the edge off. Heath sauntered into the office and waited for Jarrod’s clerk to announce his presence. Jarrod rushed from the office and grabbed Heath in a firm, brotherly embrace, hoping to hide his already growing erection. “Hey, Heath good too see you again.” He looked over his shoulder and asked, “Where’s Nick?”
“He decided to take a nap,” chuckled Heath, then he added slyly, “Reckon it’s just you and me this afternoon.”
Dropping his arm on Heath’s shoulders, Jarrod smiled with a gleam in his eye. “Come on in the office and tell me about the drive.” Before pulling the door shut he dismissed his clerk for the day.
The door shut and Heath was already on his knees unbuttoning Jarrod’s pants. “Jesus, Heath,” hissed Jarrod, his eyes already closing shut as he savored the feel of Heath’s touch. His head fell back and Heath reached in and pulled his aching erection free causing him to moan. Jarrod ran his fingers through Heath’s hair as his younger brother began kissing his heated flesh. He looked down at his blue eyes and demanded tenderly in an already husky voice, “Play with yourself. Let me watch.”
Heath smiled warmly. Jarrod loved to see his male flesh hanging out when he wore chaps and he was more than happy to oblige him. His own hard-on was straining and when he pulled it free he made sure his balls hung over the edge of his pants. The material pushed on them, creating not only an impressive show, but also giving him a nice pleasant sensation. Taking his own pulsing flesh in hand he stroked himself as his mouth found Jarrod’s manhood. Jarrod gasped and his hand dropped onto Heath’s shoulder for support. Heath stroked himself harder and harder, knowing Jarrod wouldn’t last, and wanting to experience the moment with him. Jarrod tried to watch Heath’s hand but his eyes started to roll back in his head and he lost himself. It was sudden and intense and neither man had any warning as Jarrod’s orgasm caught him off guard and he bit back a scream, shooting his load hard down Heath’s throat. Heath pumped into his own hand as he arched upward spewing a hot stream onto Jarrod’s pants.
Mortified, Heath exclaimed, “Aw Christ...I’m sorry Jarrod.” His breathing came in gasps as he hung his head ashamed. Jarrod eased himself to his knees and hugged him limply, still too shaken to do much else.
“Don’t be! That one caught us both off guard.” His head rested on Heath’s shoulder as they both struggled to catch their breaths.
Jarrod helped Heath to his feet and kissed him deeply, “Go home and get cleaned up. I’ll be along shortly.”
He swatted Heath’s butt as he headed out the door and Heath flashed him a grin, “Don’t take too long.”
Jarrod got home an hour later, hornier than hell and quickly deposited his hat and coat in the foyer before rushing upstairs. He looked in the guest bedroom and not finding Heath he headed to the bathroom. Opening the door, he found Heath with his leg up on the commode strapping his chaps on bare ass. Blood flooded into Jarrod’s groin and he kicked off his boots as he unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Heath turned and Jarrod’s mouth dropped as he eyed the massive flesh restrained in leather. His own large erection jutted forward as he wrapped his arms around Heath and began frantically humping against him. Heath smiled and tried to slow Jarrod down, “Whoa there, big brother. We got time.”
Panting with desire, Jarrod pushed harder into Heath, desperate for contact as he cried out, “Chaps...can’t stop.” As he leaned into Heath, they both lost their balance and landed on the floor, Jarrod firmly pressed against Heath’s hardness.
Arching up, Heath pleaded, “Let me turn over.” Jarrod was still humping him as he nodded, then reluctantly let Heath up long enough to roll over, exposing his bare ass to him. His hands shook as he spread Heath’s cheeks and found his tight hole. Reaching behind him he grabbed the oil and dripped it down the crack before covering his fingers in the slippery lubrication. With practiced ease, he slipped a finger inside his brothers tight hole and found the sensitive nub. Heath moaned and pushed back against Jarrod’s finger wanting more of the pleasurable sensation. Jarrod teased him with several strokes before inserting a second then third finger. Heath was bucking against his hand, and Jarrod covered his throbbing shaft with oil as he guided it to Heath’s tight tunnel, slipping easily inside. Giving Heath only a minute to adjust, he grabbed his hips and slammed himself forward until his balls were pressed firmly against Heath’s own. Jarrod remained still, his breaths coming in harsh gasps. Heath tried to push away, desperate for Jarrod to move, but his brother held him firmly in place. “Don’t move....need...a...minute! Too...much!”
The chaps were erotic for both of them and they never lasted once they started. Jarrod just wanted to savor the feel for an extra moment before he lost control. Heath nodded as he trembled with anticipation. He knew what was coming and as many times as they’d played this particular game, he never explained why it caused the reaction it did. Jarrod was very much aware of his sensitivity and never abused the privilege, saving it for when he wore chaps. Heath never asked why it was the only time he used that technique to get him off, but he suspected it had a lot to do with his reaction. He was snapped from his thoughts as Jarrod leaned across his back and whispered softly, “You ready?”
Heath nodded and waited as Jarrod’s hands dropped to his back and started caressing him in broad strokes. His hips ground into Jarrod, who took a couple of deep breaths to calm his own rising desire. Very tenderly, Jarrod began tracing the scars that marked Heath’s back, and his brother’s reaction was instantaneous. Shivering almost violently, Heath pushed hard onto Jarrod’s hard shaft, impaling himself time and time again, as Jarrod continued to trace the scars with only the lightest touch. And then it started...Heath bucked wildly, unable to stop the sensations that coursed through him, every nerve on fire. The leather, Jarrod’s touch, and being filled to capacity, bordered on pain and he struggled to get away, only to have Jarrod pull him back time and again. Each time Heath pulled away, Jarrod slammed his aching flesh into him harder and harder. Jarrod’s muscles screamed at the strength required to hold onto Heath, yet he knew that Heath’s struggling was not really him trying to get away. It was such an overwhelming feeling that Heath was out of his head with desire. Heath started to whimper and Jarrod knew he was close now and pounded into Heath’s ass, his arms still wrapped firmly around Heath as he tried to push away from him. Jarrod refused to release his hold as his balls slapped Heath’s thighs, occasionally rubbing against the leather straps. Heath tried desperately to get away from the extreme sensations and he clawed at the floor as tears formed in his eyes. Jarrod couldn’t stand to see Heath in such a state and leaned over and gently licked at his scars sending Heath over the edge. His body spasmed violently in Jarrod’s arms and as Heath clenched around him, he followed, both of them trapped in the throes of passion as their bodies screamed in blissful release. Heath trembled harshly and Jarrod couldn’t stop the tiny convulsions that forced him to thrust time and time again, aching to fill Heath with every bit of his milky substance. After what seemed like an eternity, they both collapsed in a heap, still trembling in each others arms. Jarrod rolled over enough to spoon behind Heath as he held on to his tearful brother. Lifting his head, he leaned over Heath’s shoulder and asked as he always did in a tender voice, “Are you okay?”
Heath never answered, but he nodded weakly and pulled Jarrod’s arms tightly around him, savoring the strength he felt there. Jarrod relaxed behind him but pulled him closer, “Good thing you don’t go on too many drives a year, little brother.” Heath’s whole body shuddered and Jarrod smiled as he kissed his shoulder. The bathroom floor wasn’t the best place to be cuddling, but Jarrod understood that Heath needed this almost as much as he needed the other and he held him in a protective embrace.