Chapter 5 – Chapter 5

Hal came to Alo's room, through the door to the outside, both of the next nights and fucked him on the single bed. Such was their need to merge into each other's bodies that neither felt restricted by the narrowness of the bed. Hal slept with Alo after they'd fucked but was gone before dawn.

"Are you awake?" Hal asked late into the second night.

"Yes."

"We will fuck again now."

Alo moaned. He loved Hal's cocking but he was exhausted. "We've done it twice already."

"You need to be ready," Hal whispered, he was already moving Alo to his back, insinuating his knees between Alo's thighs, and was pushing fingers into Alo's channel. First one, then two. Alo arched his back and moaned deeply as the third went in. He groaned as the fingers parted, spreading his channel open. He gave a little cry as the cock entered him between the fingers.

"Hal! Hal! God, you're already big!"

"This is for you," Hal muttered, pressing the cock further in without extracting the fingers. When he was in deep, though, and ready to pump, he pulled the fingers out. He grabbed Alo's bent knees and began to work the legs back and forth in the rhythm of the stroking of his cock. Pushing the knees out with each thrust; pulling the knees in with each withdrawal. Alo panted hard, arched his back, and moaned deeply. Hal stroked harder and deeper. Alo panted harder and reached for Hal's nipples and twisted. Hal lowered his face to Alo's, took the younger man's lips in his, and bit the lower lip as, once again, he ejaculated.

They both lay heaving, struggling for breath.

"Hal. I think enough for tonight."

"You'll thank me for this one day," Hal answered with a drowsy voice that denoted that, yes, this was enough for tonight.

The following day and the day after that, Alo got an inkling why Hal had worked so hard to prepare him for the hunting party ride up into the mountains.

The collection of men he rode with were quite varied, but all where large-bodied, grizzled, and muscular hunks in their own way.

By day they did serious hunting of deer, elk, antelope, and bear in the mountains. By evening and night, they did hard fucking. All of Alo. The five of them fucked him in succession, and when the fifth was finished, the first was ready to go again. And from the very first of them, they fucked him hard, although none had a cock the size of Hal's. If he hadn't had the preparation that Hal gave him, from the well-prepared first fuck that was gentle until both lost control of themselves in the frenzy of the cocking, the first fuck from these five would have pushed him at least to, if not beyond, the point of endurance.

And Edward had made clear that this was the schedule he'd set up. He hadn't ordered the initiation of more pleasure than pain. He'd wanted Alo fucked to the edge of endurance.

The men slept in a few tents, but on both nights, nights that were mercifully warm, dry, and full-mooned, Alo had been kept outside beside the campfire as a succession of men fucked him, only occasionally giving him time to cool down or stumble off to piss and to defecate streams of cum. they fucked him over a saddle on the ground, sometimes with him bent over the saddle on his belly, with his buttocks waving in the air, and sometimes with his shoulder blades flat on the ground and the small of his back running up the side of the saddle and his feet either planted on the ground on the other side or wrapped around the thick waist of the bruiser who was fucking him.

Because of Hal's preparation, Alo endured it, but he came down from the mountain bow-legged and loaded for bear in more ways than going on a hunting trip.

As soon as he got back to the ranch, he burst into Edward's suite and into a scene in Edward's bedroom of Edward fucking the young man, Tom, who had been assigned to him.

They were stretched on their sides on the double bed, facing the door, with Edward stretched out behind Tom. Edward had one arm under Tom's chest and snaked back up to where Edward could cover a nipple. Edward's other hand was holding Tom's upper leg almost straight up into the air. Tom was a slender, dark-haired, not terribly handsome, youth the same age as Alo, if not a bit older. He'd had an arm stretched up and around Edward's neck, which stretched out the young man's hairless, only lightly muscled chest. His mouth was hanging open in a grimace and his eyes were nearly popping out of his head.

It was clear that Edward had his cock inside the young man's channel, and they continued moving slightly as they became aware that Alo was standing in the door, indicating that Edward was stroking his cock inside the young man.

Alo gasped and turned to leave.

"No wait," Edward called out. "You might as well stay and watch. You might as well know. Sit in that chair over there."

Alo stumbled to a chair by the doorway he'd been standing in, a chair that still gave him a full view of what was happening. When he'd collapsed into the chair, Edward pushed Tom's raised leg over onto the bed, which made Tom's hips roll toward the door and revealed the cock in the hole.

Alo gasped again. He knew now why a particular young man needed to be assigned to Edward. Tom's body was on the slight side, but his hole was wide enough to take a mature tree trunk. And still it was being taxed. Edward's cock was thicker than a mature tree trunk. There was no telling how much of the cock he had managed to stuff inside the young man, but there was a good four inches of the root on the outside at the end of the thrust of the cock and nearly six inches at the draw back.

Edward continued to stroke as he spoke next. "I want you to sit right there and watch until I'm finished."

Alo wouldn't have had the energy to move even if he'd wanted to.

Edward pushed Tom over on his belly, rolled with him without disengaging his cock, and hovered over Tom's body with his palms on the young man's shoulder blades, his knees between Tom's spread thighs, and his cock continuing to pound the ass. Tom was moaning and groaning and writhing under Edward until Edward jerked, held still, jerked again, and then grunted. He pulled out of the ass, and Alo gasped again at not only the thickness of the cock but also the length of it.

Edward rolled over and sat up. Tom hadn't moved. Edward slapped his ass and said, "Leave us."

With a groan, Tom rolled off the bed and unto his feet, not able to move too steadily. He stooped and picked up a shirt and a pair of jeans from the floor, gave Alo a somewhat embarrassed look, and stumbled out of the room, not able to hold his legs together. Alo could see Edward's cum dribbling down the young man's thigh.

"Strip off your clothes and come over to me," Edward said.

"Are you going to fuck me now – after what you let them do to me on the mountain?"

"This all is necessary. Don't you see that now? Look at this." he held his cock up, still half hard. Not as big as it had been when it was inside Tom's ass, but still bigger than that of any other man Alo had ever seen. Bigger than Hal's. Now it was clear to Alo what Hal had been trying to do for him. Hal must have known – or have heard – how monstrously large Edward's cock was.

"Do you think you could take this cock now? We can check, but I don't think so. I said strip and come over here."

Alo didn't move.

"Do you want to be with me or don't you? This is all necessary if you do. If you don't, get out, tell Tom to come back, and pack your bags."

Feeling numb in his limbs but churning inside and feeling himself harden up, Alo stood up from the chair, stripped, and moved over to the bed. Edward pulled him into the familiar embrace of Alo on his lap. The difference now was that Alo clearly could feel the strength of the massive cock in the small of his back.

Edward pushed him over so that his chest was on the surface of the bed and his buttocks were still on Edward's lap, sideways. Alo gasped as he felt Edward rub the huge cock around on his buttocks. Both were breathing hard as he slapped the cock on the buttocks a couple of times, pushed the underside of it up and down between Alo's buttocks and on the crack, and pressed the bulb at the hole.

Alo gulped in air and gasped. "Oh, fuck. Are you . . . are we . . .?" He was trembling almost uncontrollably. He couldn't get the size of the cock out of his mind. He managed to take Hal, but only with a lot of preparation. Edward's cock was so much bigger.

"I think not, not yet," Edward said, a tinge of regret in his voice. "Someday. Someday soon. I see that you've been stretched." Alo gasped as he felt the invasion of his channel. But it was fingers, not the cock. "You're coming along, but not quite yet."

Edward took up rubbing the cock on Alo's buttocks and thighs. His breathing was getting heavier. "But you've seen it now. Now you know what you have to take."

"Pedro? The guy on the stagecoach?" Alo murmured.

"Yes. He boasted that he could take it. He couldn't – but he did. We'd started and I was so frustrated over not having you. I couldn't stop. He screamed like a stuck pig, but I couldn't stop. I may have ruined him. If I had given in to what you begged me for, I most certainly would have ruined you. But now you know. And now that you've seen it, you can help me by stroking it."

"Do you want me to suck it?"

"I think it would break your jaw. No, for now, stroking it would help."

Edward lifted Alo's body, easily, with hands on his waist, and sat the trembling young man down beside him on the bed. He pulled Alo's chin around to his face with a hand and they kissed, as Alo moved a hand to Edward's cock. He couldn't get his hand around it, but he could – and did – stroke it.

After a few minutes, Edward commanded in a raspy voice, "Get on all fours."

"But you said – "

"Get on all fours, dammit!"

Trying to suppress a whimper of fear, Alo went on his hands and knees on the bed and Edward crouched over his hips. Alo trembled in fear as he felt the bulb of the cock on his thigh, but then he let out a long gasp as the cock pushed between his thighs and, instead of trying to pierce his hole, slid under the perineum and pressed up under his balls.

"Keep your thighs clenched, dammit. This is how I have to take most men. But it's not how I'm eventually going to take you. And it's not how I took Bill." Edward began stroking the cock between Alo's thighs. He reached around Alo's waist with a hand and began to stroke Alo's cock in rhythm with the slide between the thighs.

So shocked was Alo with all of it that he didn't think he'd heard all Edward said clearly – but in the back of his mind he did. For now, though, he was concentrated on this unusual fuck. It was arousing and he could only think on how it would feel with the cock inside him – and thank Hal over and over and over again in his mind for putting him on the road to being prepared for it.

They came almost simultaneously and, with a sigh, Edward pushed Alo over on his side and came down behind him and embraced him. His cock, flaccid now, but still huge, snaked up Alo's back, an ever present reminder of what Alo would have to be able to take.

"Now you know," Edward whispered. "But I must have you."

That snapped back in Alo's mind what he thought he'd heard Edward say.

"Bill. You said Bill. My father, Bill?"

"Yes. And I promised him I would not take you without full preparation. It had been rough for him, but we were young and neither of us could wait."

"I don't understand. You fucked my father?"

"Yes. We were lovers for nearly your full life. Lillian didn't take to either pregnancy or motherhood. After having you, she didn't let your father near her again. He came to me for solace and for – "

"You fucked my father," Alo said again, louder, as he sat up on the bed and looked down at Edward, who had the balls to give him an amused smile.

"Yes, I said so. He eventually was able to take the dick, but it took a long time for him to do so without pain. It's a tribute to what we had that he endured so much for so long to be with me. When he said I could have you too, he made me promise to fully prepare you first. Nothing has ever been harder for me than to keep my hands off you. And now, in just a short time . . . you're stretching nicely . . . maybe the next mountain outing . . ."

"My father said you could fuck me too? He gave me to you?"

"Well, not quite like that." The smile was a little crooked now. "I told him I was going to fuck you too and we argued a bit, but then he just made me promise not to take you like I took him."

"When did you two have this conversation?"

"While we were coming to get you in Chicago after your graduation."

"And he committed suicide when we got back to Santa Fe."

"Yes. Your father always was a bit unstable. It's unfortunate. But in some ways, it's for the best. Fucking you both at the same time would be a little awkward."

"A little awkward? A little awkward?" Alo cried out. "You . . . you . . . bastard!"

Alo struggled to get off the bed, but Edward grabbed for him and pulled him back into his arms.

"Calm down. This is all going to work out. It was meant to be. You want me."

Alo was struggling and sobbing, but Edward was too strong for him. He pulled him down off the bed at the foot of the bed. He bent him over the bed, covered him close, and held him there, rocking him back and forth, with Alo trying to lash about underneath him. Edward's reengorged cock was at his hole, the bulb pressing at the rim. Alo's writhing was only helping it to lodge inside the rim, stretching him to the limit with just the bulb inside him.

They were panting hard again.

"Relax, relax. Maybe," Edward was murmuring.

Alo screamed and he collapsed on the bed. Two inches of the cock were inside him. Edward raised his chest off the young man's back and held himself over Alo's torso with the heels of his hands buried in the sheets on either side of Alo's chest.

It was only two inches and Alo's mouth was yawning open in a silent scream and his eyes were bugging out – exactly as he remembered Tom looking with seven or more inches inside him.

Only two inches but Edward was moving it in and out.

"Stretch for me, dammit," he cried out. "Relax. Take it. You want it." His head dipped down to Alo's shoulder and his lips latched onto the hollow of the young man's neck and he gathered up a fold of skin and sucked hard. Just as with Pedro, Edward had reached a point of no longer being able to hold himself in check.

"Yes, I want it," Alo sobbed. His hands were bunching up gobs of sheeting as his arms stretched out in a sacrificial pose. Yes, by damn, he wanted it. Regardless of anything else, he wanted it.

Three inches, with a slow stroke. And then four, all the time Alo's mouth open wide in a silent scream, waiting for his channel walls to split. But then the effort got the best of Edward. His cock spouted cum up into Alo's channel. He collapsed on Alo's back and, deflated, Alo withdrew into himself too, with a sob.

After a minute or two, Edward stood up from Alo, slapped him on the buttocks, whispered, "Maybe next time. Ten inches. Your father took it all. So will you," and padded off toward the other room. At the door, he turned. "I guess that's progress. I've fucked you now and gotten off. It's just not like I'm going to fuck you later. You're off to the mountains tomorrow again for something special. I expect you to be able to take more when you get back. We'll not stop next time until you've taken eight inches at least and you've taken my cum again."

"Bastard," Alo murmured.

Edward laughed. "But I'm your bastard, aren't I? Tell me you don't want it."

Alo opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"I didn't think so. Go ask Tom. When you're fully conditioned, we'll fuck twice a day. And you'll love every fucking inch of it."

He turned and moved into the room, sat down at his desk, and didn't even look up, when, still sobbing, and dressed again, Alo walked past him and to the door of the suite.

"Send Tom back in, please," he heard Edward say as he moved out of the door.

He found Tom in the passage, dressed just in his jeans, and crouched on the floor, his back against the wall. He looked up at Alo with an expression of foreboding in his face.

"He wants you again," Alo said, his voice dull. "If I were you, I would leave, though. If he asks, I'll tell him I didn't find you."

Using the strength of his legs, Tom pushed his body slowly up the wall to a standing position. Alo could see him shudder as he pushed away from the wall. Rather than walk away, though, he passed by Alo toward the door to Edward's suite, or started to. Alo grabbed him by the arm, though, and whispered, "Why? You could say you left. He didn't tell you to stay around."

Tom looked at him, his eyes blazing. "Because he is Edward Deal. Because I want to know I can take a cock that big. Because you will do the same. Because when he's fucking you, I'll ache that it isn't me."

It was Alo's turn to shudder, as Tom pulled his arm away and entered Edward's suite.

That night when Hal silently came to Alo's room, Alo embraced him, initiated the kissing, pushed Hal down on his back on the bed, and rode his cock. He was still sobbing. Hal just held him and kissed him after they'd fucked and didn't, then, force him to say what was wrong.

As he drifted off, Alo heard himself moaning and panting. He felt his channel filled to bursting. Opening his eyes, he found himself arched back onto the bed, the weight of his torso on his shoulder blades. His arms were spread wide, his hands bunching up sheeting. Standing at the foot of the bed, Edward, an arm under Alo's waist, with Alo's legs stretched up Edward's torso, his ankles hooked on Edward's shoulders, gazed down into Alo's eyes, a wicked smile on his face.

"It's in. You have it all. Last chance. Tell me you don't want me. If you don't, I am going to fuck the shit out of you. Twice a day. Ask Tom how it feels. Tell me you don't want me."

"I want you."

In long strokes, Edward started the pumping, as Alo opened his mouth to scream.

"Allen, Allen," Hal's voice cut through Alo's dream. "What's wrong? You were crying out. A nightmare." He was laying between Alo's legs, his cock four inches inside Alo's channel. He was embracing Alo, holding his torso off the surface of the bed. He kissed Alo on the eyes and the throat; a hand was stroking Alo's sweat-streaked hair off his forehead. "What's wrong, baby? Is it Edward Deal?"

"Yes," Alo whispered.

"You don't have to stay with him. You have options."

"I'm scared. But I want him."

"He's too big for you, baby. Walk away from him. Walk away from the hunting trip tomorrow. You don't know. You just don't know."

"I want it too."

"It?"

"His cock. I want it too. All of it."

"Oh, Allen. No, baby. He's too much for you. You have options. Feel me. Feel me inside you." He sank his cock deep inside Alo. Alo gasped and wrapped his legs around the small of Hal's back. Hall began to slow stroke him, deep. "I'm big enough for you. We're a perfect fit. Stay with me. I'll take you away. I . . . love you."

Alo sighed and put his hips in motion, going with the rhythm of fuck. He reached for his own cock and started to stroke.

Feeling him tense, Hal whispered, "Stay with me, baby. Let's come together. Then you'll know. Then you'll know who you want."

Even their heavy breathing fell into rhythm as they both fought hard to find the other, fought hard to come together. And though they did, it was "Edward!" that Alo cried out as he ejaculated.

At dawn, Alo woke again, alone in the bed.