"Shit!" I could not believe it. After being so damn careful, scrambling around to find a pair of jeans and my sneakers, standing on the far side stripping out of the tie, suit and shirt -- after all that effort, there wasn't a fucking jack. Someone at that rental agency was going to hear from me.

Well, with no jack and little traffic, the best bet was to tie something white on the antenna and wait. I was damned if I was going to hike to bumpkinville, all of fifteen miles back. Anyway, I didn't remember anything there but a grain elevator.

The only thing with me for a distress flag is a pair of my briefs. That was going to look real cute. To hell with it, I thought. I unwrapped a freshly laundered white dress shirt and ran the antenna up one arm and let the body flap. Big flag, big emergency. Now, all I could do was wait. I pulled out the giant towel I'd walked off with from the Kansas City motel and bedded down in the grass across the ditch. Might as well work on the tan, there was nothing else to do.

"This here mean ya got a problem?" The voice was raspy with that Midwestern drawl. "Hey, wake up over there or you're going to be toast."

I shook myself awake. The source of the gentle rumbling was standing beside the front fender shading his eyes, giving me the once over. Wo-o-o!! What the hell was a Calvin model doing out here in the wild blue forever? He was poured into those jeans and someone forgot to turn off the spigot -- there were at least two, maybe three, guys packed in that crotch. His tee shirt was sweat soaked. The faded red bandanna on his brow holding down that wheat gold hair looked wet too. I picked up the towel and jumped over the drainage ditch, joining him beside my car.

"I was going to change that tire. Couldn't do it 'cause the dummies that rented me the car forgot to include a jack. Would you believe that?"

Standing this close I was even more impressed with this hunk of flesh. He was sun bronzed with deep baby blue eyes. Those eyes twinkled as they lifted from an open inspection of my sun and sleep induced hard on running down the left leg of my jeans. Sticking out his hand he introduced himself. We tussled, trying to out squeeze each other. It was a draw.

"So you have other muscles," he said reaching out and gripping my upper arm. His one hand in mine and the other on my arm were cool, dry, soft. We stood there face to face our eyes darting, checking everything, coming back to study each other's face. I finally broke the silence.

"Do you thing you could help out here? Got a jack?"

"All you want is a jack . . . for the car?" His eyes crinkled in a teasing smile. "Seems like you've got other problems that could do with a little roadside assistance."

"First things first, cowboy. I need this car ready to go. Then, well, I've got some leeway in my schedule. Wouldn't mind finding out what you do out here for entertainment, beside pump iron or whatever you've been doing to get that look." I stepped in close and ran my hand lightly over the wet, stretched cotton on his chest.

He flexed those pecs, jiggling them under my touch. "O.K. Tire first, then . . . we'll see."

He turned and loped around the car, across the road and was right back with his jack and a beat up tin. I squatted down to find the notch for alignment of the jack. He laid his hand on my rear and rubbed.

"Nice," he whispered. I let my hips rock back and forth under his touch. "So, what ya into, city boy?"

Pushing back against his hand, I muttered, "You have to ask?"

I heard him give a thoughtful hum. "So, this little baby's aching to be taken. You know we can fix this tire at the ranch. Johnny, our on site repair man, has all the equipment . . . for fixing flats, too." Stuart gave a quick chuckle under his breath. "If you want to find out how us cowboys live come on with me." He paused and gave one more hot tingling rub on my ass. "That is if you think you can handle four of us? Payment enough for fixing a tire?"

My dick was fighting for release in those jeans as I stood up and looked him in the eye. "If they're all like you, lead me on."

My hands were filthy. Stuart grabbed his tee shirt at the neck and ripped it off. He opened the tin (it was cleaning goop) and handed it and the shirt to me while he set too jacking the car and getting that fucking flat off and laid in his pickup's bed.

I almost forgot what I was suppose to be doing watching the sunlight sparkle on that sweaty chest as he toiled over my problem. I finished as he finished and reached for the tin and the now hand rag, former tee shirt. The car was locked, dress shirt distress flag tossed on the back seat. Stuart said there was no need to leave a note for the first 24 hours out here.

It was quite a spread we pulled into. Stuart drove right down to the barn, lugged out the tire are started for the open door. Out walked another mouth watering vision. Stuart turned and saw my reaction. "This here's Johnny,"

I stood there devouring him with my eyes. Johnny was just five five with raven hair, black piercing eyes, a swarthy complexion, high cheekbones and rippling muscles. There was a heavy dose of Native American in his genes. He looked me up and down with a critical eye and said something softly to Stuart, who roared.

Johnny took the tire and disappeared into the barn. Stuart told me to come on and meet the other 'pokes. I asked what had been so funny with Johnny. Stuart gave me a cuff on the shoulder.

"The injin just said he'd fix all four tires for a turn riding your saddle. You impressed him."

Terry was in the lot next to the barn. He was a slim wiry cuss, a brunette with a a traffic stopping face and a toothpaste selling smile. He leaned over the top fence rail, gave me a wink and a 'howdy' before Stuart started talking. He explained why I was there. With no effort at all Terry vaulted over the fence landing right in front of me.

Grabbing me in a bear hug he told me, "Now don't you worry none 'bout this. We're all civilized out here, just horny. Need a little new meat now and then. Would you believe I'm tired of tussling with that blond?" He nodded toward Stuart. "God's truth, luscious as he is."

Stuart took a healthy poke at Terry. He ducked, called Stuart a tight assed horse fucker and vaulted back over the fence. Stuart asked where Ron was. Seems he was suppose to be working with Terry.

"Got an emergency call from the big house. He'll be back shortly," Terry said, grinning. "Jerret's by hisself up there. You know how that goes." He was snorting. "Ron'll be walking wide."

As we started for the bunkhouse I commented on the good looks of the crew I'd met. Stuart explained. The Flying Double H was owned by the Harkness brothers, who aren't, brothers that is, nor even Harkess's. "They've been together forever. Prefer to hire good looking, compatible men. Everyone has their night up at the big house. Extra pay for extra duties." He gave me a sly wink. "Jerret's the one with a perpetual hard on though. Every time Elwood's gone for more than three hours, Jerret gets one of us up there on an emergency. Always ends up it's a case of needing a little grease on his pecker and his preference is for male butt grease."

Once inside the bunkhouse Stuart turned and with those sweaty arms picked me up and deposited me on the closest bed. While I scrambled to get out of my jeans he tugged off his boots and slid out of his levis. I stopped an just lay there, half in, half out of my clothes, bug eyed at the tool this cowboy was carrying. I had expected big, but this wasn't big, this was humongous. No way was this schlong going to fit up my butt. Not without some major surgery to carve me a new ass hole. This monster was just hanging there. What the hell would I be faced, or bottomed, with when it got angry.

"Stuart, that's . . . " I just pointed at the item in question. " . . . That's too much for this city boy to bend over for. I'm sorry, all bets are off. You scare the shit out of me."

"Hey, little buddy, check it out first," he said stepping up beside the bed, thrusting his hips at me, setting that limber log swinging in my direction. I reached out, apprehensive. It was hard and yet soft. It didn't throb harder at my touch.

"What you see is what you get, buddy. Ain't no more. That's as big and hard as it gets. So for me, you've got to offer a little something special. I may be able to work it in on sloppy fourths but I want a guarantee I'm going to get my rocks off. You going to help me out? Special favor?" He set it swinging at me again. It was hard to resist. I wiggled on out of my jeans and stood up beside him. We were near the same height.

"O.K., cowboy. Stretch out and let's see what can be done." Suddenly I was in charge. This mass of hard packed muscle was looking at me with anticipation. He lay down as directed, right where I had been just a moment ago. I lifted his arms over his head. Leaning in from the side I started washing off the sweat and grime with my tongue. By the time I had sucked and licked down those trembling legs and started back up, working slowly toward that heavy hanging cock of his, I knew he had told the truth. No way was his dick getting any stiffer or any bigger. The only reaction it made to what I'd been doing was to wiggle. Seemed that was more a result of his moaning and clutching his butt than any activity within his erectile tissue.

Feeling safe, I lifted that monster from between his legs, shifted them apart and applied my lips to those jewels hanging there. They jumped an danced as I nuzzled in. I held his cock up and stroked it as I took first one then the other then both balls between my lips and sucked in, hard. I rolled them delicately, like a fine wine, on my tongue. Stuart's body was trembling. He was humming, happy. I started swishing those gonads in and out, suck, blow, suck, blow.

This made the squirming cowboy break his silence with a soft but distinct gasp. "Oh, my God, YES!"

Letting his balls hang, wet and tingling, I asked, " You having fun yet, cowboy?" Then without waiting for an answer I started slowly working up that semi-rigid shaft. I sucked and nibbled until I reached his cushiony dick head. I locked my lips around it, filling my mouth. I twisted, gently, letting it roll, pressing it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I had it captured, tugging left and right, sucking hard, until Stuart was moaning long and loud. His hips were gyrating under me. I started pumping on that meat with my fist, letting what I could glide into my mouth, bobbing in tempo with my steady jacking.

Between his moaning Stuart was now crying out, "Oh yes . . . do it . . . yes . . . yes!!" His hands were no longer overhead but with their fingers twining in my hair, pushing.

Somehow I just knew I could do it. This was a pliable organ, one I could swallow without fear. I gave a big gulp and I did it. Using my fist like a giant cock ring to firm up that juicy meat stick, I leaned in, shoved down and slid him in, deeper and deeper. It worked, and he knew it. Stuart yelled with glee. He nearly tore out two hands full of hair. Then he really started pumping his hips and shoving with his hands, that big slick cock slip-sliding between my lips. I was still wary, expecting that rubbery staff to start firming up and choke me. I was ready to spit him out at the first indication it was happening.

I was on the bed, my knees between his legs, my mouth and hand still whacking away when a new sensation hit me. Someone was back there fingering my ass. It felt good, I wiggled. Next thing I knew someone is busy with his face between my cheeks eating my ass like a trooper. Found out later that Ron had got back from his 'emergency' call, hear us as he passed the bunkhouse. Hot from his session with Jerret he couldn't pass the temptation of my ass as I wagged it in the air.

The next thing I knew Stuart was yelling about cumming. Whoever was back there had laid out, shoved his head up between my legs and was busy gobbling my hot pecker. A strong set of lungs was building suction that was siphoning the life juice right out of me. I had become more excited than I though working on Stuart. I hadn't suspected I was a close to climaxing as he was . . . until that hot mouth clamped down on my pulsing prick and set my hips to bouncing.

Stuart gushed up first, erupting like a volcano. Hot white lava shot into me, running back, most of it held and swallowed. A few drops seeped out, falling sticky and wet into his golden curls. Then I was groaning, trying to cry out with that giant hunk of meat caught in my throat. Quivering, I shoved down and buried my cock in that hot mouth and spewed, and spewed, and spewed. Rob was a cock sucker supreme. He sucked and slurped down every drop, milking me dry with his lips as I finished squeezing out Stuart's final drops.

When I crawled off and stood up there he was, licking his lips and grinning. "Hi, stranger. I'm Rob. Guess you know Stuart. What brings you to our wild little ranch?"

I explained. His grin got bigger. "Trust Stuart to get us some new meat."

Stuart was still lying there his hands clasped to his privates, moaning and twisting, a contented smile lighting his face. "Guess you did a job on our king size foreman. Never seen him that gone. You really got that honker swallowed whole? Damn. Never thought it could be done. You must be something else."

Of the three of us, Rob was the only one with clothes on. His jeans were unbuttoned. A stiff erection was jutting out, dribbling like a leaky faucet out of a puckered foreskin tube as we talked.

"You're not so bad at this yourself, Rob," I said slowly running my tongue across my lower lip. "Looks like your pistol's still loaded. Better put it away before it goes off."

"Got a better idea," he said putting his hands up on my shoulders. "Why don't you take care of unloading it." His hands got heavy pressing me down. With a smile I sunk to my knees and finished slipping those jeans to the floor.

Tugging his stiff rod down toward my open mouth I eased it in and began slurping. I used my tongue to push his flesh down off his sweet, moist, dark dick head. Licking out the accumulated semen pooled in that pocket ringed around the base of that delicious plum, I let my teeth just graze that tender flesh. Rob groaned and his body jerked. His fingers scrubbed on my scalp. His hips were quivering, eager to start pumping that hot flesh into me.

From overhead I heard a low, breathy sigh. "W-o-o-o-a-a-a-a! Fan-fucking-tastic!!" When I opened wide and deep throated him he cut loose vocally, yelling with no inhibitions. Don't think at the Flying Double H they knew what inhibitions were. After less than ten hard sucking, deep pistoning strokes Rob was hollering, "Oh, fuck!! No!! I'm cumming already. I'm C-U-U-M-M-IN'!! Now!! Now!!"

Out it poured as his cock throbbed and expanded. It was swelling and squirting with equal vigor. I wasn't ready, started choking, sputtering, and jerked back. Rob's dick popped free, rocketing to attention. As it flew up it spit out streams of cum, like a mad camel, right in my face.

There was whistling and stomping behind us along with loud clapping, all from a fully recovered Stuart. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and bent over in a fit a laughter when I turned and he saw my cum splattered puss.

Rob pulled me up and quickly kissed away the result of his wild ejaculation. He licked off the large globs and sucked my mouth clean savoring every drop. Finishing he looked over my shoulder at Stuart. "Hi ya, boss. You got a good one this time. Can we keep him?"

"Fuck you, you horny prick. He accepted a service for service deal, not sexual servitude. The man has a life, ass hole." Stuart growled, but not too meanly. There was a twinkle in his eye when I turned. He winked at me. Addressing me as he went on, "Unless??" He lifted his eyebrows and cocked his head.

I pushed off from Rob and gave them both a one finger salute. Shaking my head, I told them both, "No way! Thank you very much."

"Well, 'bout time we got back to the barn, I guess. Johnny should have that tire fixed and you've got a bill to pay," Stuart said as he stood and slipped back into his jeans, working hard to stuff that double handful in. "Here, put on these chaps and this vest. Let's show the guys what kind of a cowboy you'd make."

Finding out he wanted me without the jeans, just the chaps and vest, I knew what kind of cowboy they were going to get -- a hot, horny one. In the barn they spread a blanket in the back of the pickup. I laid on my back with my ass hanging over the tail gate. I was like a steer ready to be branded. Johnny slipped on a rubber and lubed up first. Johnny, Terry and Rob took turns banging away on my ass; and it felt terrific. They let me squeal squirm like a stuck pig, which in a manner of speaking, I was. Stuart sat on top of the cab taking it all in. He was hollering encouragement, legs spread, lightly stroking on his cock.

Finding I was able and willing to handle the load after they switched off two times, Terry got me onto my feet and out leaning over the tail gate. Going in for the third time he rolled on a new condom and shoved. I was so loose and slickered up by then that he just slid right in and started pounding away. With my dick dangling, dribbling, Rob couldn't pass. He slid between our legs and started nursing on my cock. Seeing there was still an opening available, Johnny crawled into the truck bed and shoved his meat in my mouth. I could still hear Stuart grunting and directing traffic, but he sounded distant. My ears were ringing. My senses were all jumbled with the piling on of sensations.

Low animal grunting an panting from all five of us filled the barn, echoing off the walls. I was bucking and squirming, shoving back against Terry's insistent pounding, wanting to shout as Rob once more gobbled me whole. He was working his mouth up and down on my cock using a hand to hang by my balls, making them ache with each tug. He sunk low and started chewing lightly but firmly on my dangling dick's head.

Johnny was rocking his cock deep into my mouth, shoving hard and holding on, digging into my arm pits. He was crooning some mantra in his ancient tongue. I twisted and let him glide in burying my nose in his crisp pubic hairs. The dark stiff brush tickled.

Stuart was slowly thumping his heels on the cab, setting a beat, like the cockswain of a rowing team. Johnny picked it up, then Terry, then Rob. Soon I was pulsing like a giant sex mad heart. Intellectually I knew better, but it felt as if there was only the thinnest fiber of skin separating Terry and Johnny within me. With just one hard shove I felt there cocks would meet, rub heads and explode inside me. I was filled, from cheeks to cheeks, by two giant rods of flesh.

The pounding beat got louder, grew more strident, quicker. The barn was ringing with the thumping. Our cries mingled as four bodies, working as one, searched for a mountain top from which to fly. Stuart waved his giant baton directing the orchestration of raw sex that rocked the truck. Grunts, groans, slapping, sucking, muffled cries, loud yells all rolled together filling the barn.

Terry was jack hammering against my butt, crying out. Rob was sucking me dry. Johnny's manhood grew, expanded, exploded and spit it's juices down my gullet.

I lay there, gasping. Rob rolled from underneath. Already sheathed he mounted into Terry's former place on honor. Stuart was chanting, 'Ride 'em boys, ride 'em' over and over and pausing, ever so often, to make comments on the stamina of his charges.

With no one in front of me, I glanced over my shoulder. Johnny was hugging Rob from behind, pumping away on Rob's ass as Rob humped mine. Terry crawled into the bed of the truck but didn't head for me. Instead he stood spread legged and eased Stuart back on his elbows. Terry lowered his head. With both hand helping he crammed what he could of Stuart's overgrown man root into his mouth and started slurping. Now the truck was really rocking.

Rob again experienced one of his quick release ejaculations, shouting and grinding his pelvis against my ass as his body tensed and his dick thrashed inside me. Johnny didn't even wait for Rob to pull out. He shoved him aside and took his place, fucking me, with only a pause to rip off one rubber and roll on another. Then there he was cruising in and out with his fingers digging into me, grasping my hips tightly.

I watched as Rob clambered into the truck and squatted between Terry's legs. He pushed Terry away from the back of the cab and took Terry's dick into his mouth. Rob quickly had Terry's hips pumping. What a sight. Rob eating Terry eating Stuart. Johnny could see them too. It inspired him to harder driving efforts. Between us we swiveled and twisted letting his cock probe deep into my darkness, stretching me even more.

Totally on its own I felt the swelling of my balls, the growing pressure for a pleasured release. I shifted an arm, reached back and down. Johnny's hand came around and clamped onto my cock. I wrapped my hand around his. Together we jacked, stroking in tempo with his thrusts. Our bodies thumped together. Both of us were crying out, urging the other to push harder, pull harder, shove it, take it, do it.

I burst wide open. My cum splattered into the barn floor's dirt and dust. I was yelling and gave a wild twitch to my hips. That sent Johnny into a hot frenzy. His meat piston rocked with frantic fierceness, slamming into me with such force my still spurting cock was crushed against the tail gate. His hands gripped me, pinching flesh and muscle as he pulled me firmly against him and his struggle to push in farther. His pulsing dick shaft expanded depositing his hot juice. He was lost in a convulsive ecstasy. He howled as his quaking shook us both, shook the truck. His manhood filled me with hot flesh and cum.

While we were lost in our seminal delights, the rest of the Flying Double H crew had also rocketed into gushing orgasms. Stuart was groaning, urging Terry on, letting out a wailing scream as his cum was sucked out and swallowed. Rob's head was banging against the truck as Terry whipped his hips, lifted his dripping mouth off Stuart and shouted to all that he was cumming.

Five minutes later there was a hot sweaty tangle of bodies in the bed of that truck. Johnny had stripped the chaps and vest off me. He hoisted me into the middle of the pile and crawled in himself. Hands and mouths were busy, working leisurely to milk the last drops from any available cock that thrust up or out of that mound of muscles.

"Damn, that was a good party," grunted a voice from my left.

Someone had their face inserted between my buttocks and was rimming me, licking me clean. When he withdrew I heard, "Gona be a long time 'for we get another hot sweet ass like this to work on." That was Terry, I was sure. His voice was distinctive.

Then the boss man lifted himself out of the melee. "We best get our guest on his way now," he drawled. "I'd say that tire's paid for. Right, Johnny?"

From next to me came a grunt, "Uh hu."

A strong arm wrapped around my waist. A dusky face descended on mine. We tongue wrestled while someone else played pull the taffy on my limber but no longer limp prick.

"Knock it off you oversexed stallions," exclaimed Stuart. He started batting heads, slapping hard on any other body part within reach.

There were yells and cuss words flying. Naked cowboys exited the danger zone. Stuart leaned down, gave me a hand and hauled me upright. The other three were lined up at the tale gate. First Rob, then Terry, then Johnny gave a bow and then backed away. As Stuart helped me down and escorted me from the barn the trio began to clap. That sound, wolf whistles and shouts of raunchy praise followed me to the bunkhouse.

When Stuart and I came back out and piled in the tire was in the back and the three 'pokes were still there. I waved. In unison they reached down and with gusto waved back. Three hot bodies waggled three hot cocks in the wind.

"Think they liked you, city boy," growled Stuart. "Speaking for all of us feel free to drop in any time you are in the area."

He reached over and squeezed my crotch, patted my thigh. I was still buzzing, high on the whole experience. I didn't come out of the clouds until I reached Tulsa.

You know what's the real pisser. I've been back through that territory seems like a hundred times. Never have found that road I was on. There's no records of a Flying Double H ranch anywhere in the state. Maybe I did fall asleep in the sun and some good Samaritan fixed the tire? Maybe?