The sky was an icy steel blue when I pulled the pickup into the garage. There was a wisp of a breeze shifting out of the Northwest and two sundogs were doing guard duty on the setting sun. Mackinaw or not, I hustled my box of groceries inside and shook up the fire in the range. It was going to be a cold night on the high plains.

The weather stayed pretty much like that while I milked the six cows. But sometime in the middle of the night, I woke to the moan of wind under the eaves. By morning, though, the sun was out – and by noon, the sky was clear and brilliant. The ground, however, was obliterated by stinging diamonds of snow. It was no time to be outside.

Curling up in the front room, I checked to be sure there was plenty of fuel in the potbelly stove. There was, so I hauled out a couple of hot books to fill my time. By the time I'd' gotten five pages into the first story, my hand was filled, too, with my eight inches of prick.

The wind added atmosphere to my activities with a particular wail that sounded like a lost soul. I stroked a couple of times and thanked my lucky stars I wasn't outside. By the time I finished the first piece, my own piece was feeling nice and near ready. I considered coming right then, but what the hell! This could be a long, drawn-out storm, and I might as well take my time.

My juices were starting to bubble up, and I wiped them over my cockhead, loving that tingling touch. I knew I'd better ease off or I'd blow the coal box full. That's when I heard that throaty moan again.

This time, though, it sounded as if it were composed of words. I was practically sure I heard, "Let me in. For God's sake - let me in."

Shit! I should have jerked off, then maybe I wouldn't be imagining things like this. Still, it sounded damned real. I wangled my meat back into my pants and went to the window.

Frost almost blocked out my view, but when I shoved my face up close, I could see something waving around out there. Something dark and solid looking. I hiked out to the kitchen door and, fighting the pull of that damned wind, I hauled it open so I could stick my head out and look up the front of the house.

"Good-God-a-Friday!" There was a man, crawling, it looked like, and waving an arm up into the driving snow. I didn't even think about a coat. I jumped out, covered the ten feet or so to him, and caught him by that waving arm. I dragged him up to his feet, got his arm over my shoulder, and headed for the door.

He was groaning, "My brother. Git m' brother."

Like hell!

I dragged him into the kitchen, plopped him down on a chair, and wanted to know, "What the hell you doin' out in a storm like this?"

He ignored me, while he kept pointing back at the door and shaking his head. He insisted, "M' brother's out there. You gotta git him in 'fore he freezes. "

"Your brother?"

He looked at me as if I were a complete ass and snarled, "Yeah, fuck it - m' brother. He was right behind me."

Well, that tore it. From a hot handful of pecker to a frozen idiot in the snow. I couldn't let that happen – so I grabbed my coat off the peg by the door and headed back out into that damned storm.

I knew I was being really stupid. Hell, a couple of years ago, one of my neighbors down the road thought he could get to his barn to do his milking when it was like this. They didn't find him until spring, three miles away in a slough bottom.

I had a rope strung from the house to the barn in case of something like that – but there was no damned rope where I had to go. Still, I couldn't leave some guy out here to freeze solid as a mackerel.

I ducked down and started out from the place where I'd found the first guy. In practically no time, I couldn't see a damned thing, and that snow was pelting me like BB shot. I kept my back to the wind. That was the only way I had any idea of direction.

Finally, in the middle of a white whirlwind, where I couldn't see at all, I decided I was doing a damned fool thing, and I better get my buns inside. I was ready to turn around and fight into the storm when the wind shifted or something, and I could see somebody sprawled down about two yards away.

The man was past moaning. His face was pale and turning blue around the lips, and his eyes looked frosted shut. I managed to get a grip on his middle, no thanks to him, and swung into the wind to fight my way back. Once, I was sure I was lost and that we were both going to be nothing but king-size Popsicles, but I kept on until I ran right against the house. I figured out where we were – and I got us to the door.

Inside, his brother was standing with his ass practically on the range. He jumped to help, and we soon got our new addition sprawled out on the floor. We jerked his coat off and went to massaging his hands and feet until he finally moaned and opened his eyes.

After that, it wasn't too long before they were both wrapping themselves around the stove in the front room, shaking some life back into their parts while I made a pot of hot coffee. By the time I had it ready and brought in a couple of mugs, they were starting to look human again – and not bad humans, at that.

The first one – about my six feet, but heavier-waisted, and with a face hidden in a full beard and a head of shaggy, dark hair – introduced them. He was Chevy Glanders, and his brother was Denbo. They'd been on their way back to their ranch in the foothills of Montana when the storm caught them. They'd tried to keep the van going, but over by the Dregger Bend, the road all at once wasn't in front of them. They pitched into the ditch, knocking the hell out of the motor, and were left to freeze.

They thought they'd seen a house, my place, across the fields before they crashed, so instead of staying in the van where they figured they'd wait for a slow, sure death, they'd set out for here.

I didn't tell them about my frozen neighbor, but I thought they were a couple of damned fools. Still, they were here, so we'd have to make the best of it.

After a couple jolts of coffee, they got to acting more friendly, and when the afternoon dwindled down, the older one, Chevy, offered to help me with the milking, once I explained about the rope. Denbo, about three years younger, closer to my age, volunteered to fix us some supper - "if you'll show me where things are."

That sounded good to me, so I pointed out the freezer which was pretty well stocked on the back porch and the cupboard where I kept the pots and pans. He grinned, thanked me, and went to it. He was slighter built than Chevy, with only a moustache and a dark blond thatch of hair. He looked more my speed, but I figured either one wouldn't be anything to throw out of bed – which was something I was anticipating.

Now, I've got one bedroom downstairs and a whole, unfinished loft up above. But as cold as it was, I had planned on curling up on the couch that night. With two guests, that wasn't going to work at all, and I sure as hell didn't intend to kick them out into the storm. So after we ate and sat around shooting the bull, I suggested we bring out the mattress and bedding from the bedroom and spread them out between the stove and the couch.

They agreed readily enough when I explained my idea. Denbo jumped in to help me spread it out, and then suggested, "We'll all be in here together, anyway – so why don't you two guys sleep here on the bed, and I can curl up on the couch?"

Before I could object, they did a quick glance between them, and he insisted, "Besides, Chevy sleeps warmer than me, and that's the least we can do for you saving us and all."

I sort of thought I'd prefer to be next to Denbo, but what the hell. Chevy had a kind of burly animal quality about him I could enjoy, too. Out here on a cold night, any stud's body would be welcome.

I checked both stoves to be sure they had enough coal for the night, and by the time I got back to the front room, Denbo had gotten under the extra covers on the couch, and Chevy was stretched out on the mattress on the floor.

I turned out the kerosene lamp, sat down on the edge of the floor-bed, and got out of my gear. It had been a busy day, and I should have been ready for sleep, but anticipating having Chevy under the covers with me, I didn't especially feel tired.

When I upped the covers and slid under, I could hear the smile in Chevy's voice as he said, "You know, I ain't very good at sayin' things nice, but I sure do appreciate you bein' here and takin' us in like this. Especially, goin' back for Denbo like that. After you left to get him, I thought how it would be if you both froze out there. That was real nice of you."

He reached over to clap me on the shoulder, and his big, hard hand made me wince and shiver all over. All I could say was: "Well, I sure as hell couldn't just leave either one of you out there. That would be a helluva thing to do."

He chuckled, friendly like. "Y'know, I got the idea, once I got thawed out a little, that you were enjoyin' things in here by yourself till we come along. Right?"

I fumbled for some words, but he told me, "See, when you were out for Denbo, I seen what you'd been readin', and I kinda got some warm ideas m'self."

Hell, who was I kidding? I told him, "Well, it coulda been better, for sure."

Persisting, he wanted to know, "Did ya get it off?"

I didn't know where he was heading, but the way he kept at it gave me a pretty good idea. I said, "Nope. Wasn't time enough."

Chevy did a shifting and all at once his arm was across my middle, and he was right up against me. I figured he was wearing his long johns like me, but no way. He was bare as a newborn babe, except for the hair all over him. Close to my ears, he told me, "You get outta them things. I think I can make ya warmer."

I can tell you, it's one helluva project to open long johns and get out of them under the covers – especially if you've got somebody like Chevy playing with your balls as soon as you get the front open.

By the time I was bare and had the underwear shoved under my pillow, he had his hand wrapped around my peter. He then hauled us close together so he could nibble on my ear and tell me, "You sure as hell feel like ya need them knockers emptied."

He threw his upper leg across my thighs, which caused his prong-head to poke into my belly hair. Damn, with him like that, I felt like I was being hugged by a big, old, hairy bear. I loved every move he made, even when he started pinching my nipples and licking across my face. My poor prick was jerking in his hand like a pitchfork handle, and I finally got a hand down between us to grab that meat of his.

Shit! Chevy had a stud hose on him, complete with dripping foreskin and there was even more hair around it than there was up his belly. Well, he'd said he'd warm me up – and he sure as hell had done that all right.

At that point, Chevy was coming on so strong, it took me a couple of minutes to realize how good I had it. Denbo might be a problem later, but right now that was something that didn't worry me.

I got an arm wrapped around Chevy and hauled him on top of me so our peckers could get real acquainted. I then grabbed his cheeks and went for his ass. Man, he had a cushion up that crack that was thick as my mattress.

When I eased a finger in, he growled in my ear, "You wanta plow that, do ya?"

"Feels like just what I need to get really hot."

We did some shifting, and the next thing I knew, he was sitting across my hips with his knees wide. I went for his tits. He moaned and told me, "Move down a mite so you can really do me right."

Chevy lifted himself, reached back, and got a grip on my pole. In a second, we had my rod poking through that hair of his. All by itself, that was damned near enough to blow me off. He wiggled those meaty cheeks back and forth to really take my load up into him, and I gasped.

"Oh yeah," he panted. "That's just what I need."

He slid down enough so I was clear in to the balls, and I lay real quiet so I didn't kick over. I was so close, I grabbed his butt with both hands to keep him from finishing me off.

That was when Denbo slid off the couch, blanket and all. He quickly pushed his way under our covers. He got a knee on each side of my chest, and damned if I didn't have his big balls lying right under my chin and his rock-solid shaft pushing across my mouth and nose.

"Damn," he said with a giggle, "how's a man s'posed to sleep with all this fuckin' goin' on right at hand?"

I growled something about, "Keep the damned covers over us, or we'll all freeze our pricks off."

He got his dick in hand, hoisted himself back a little, and told me, "Can't have cold meat. How about warming me up so that don't happen?"

His big wang was at my lips, all slippery and drooling juice on me. I took a long, slow swipe inside his skin and around it with my tongue as he told me, "That's the way to go, babe."

He swung the covers around, so I was in the dark along with him, but, nevertheless, I found his shaft with one hand and his tight nuts which were wedged into his crotch with the other. His prong had a hefty arch in it, and while he didn't have as much body hair as his brother, he sure had it in the right places: a big clump around his peter and balls, more up his crack, and a line of it I followed up to his nipples.

Chevy already had both his brother's nipples, and he was squeezing and pinching at them – so much so that Denbo growled, "Big brother, leave them damned things on me – I like 'em the way they are."

Chevy let me at them, but that bubbling cockhead of Denbo's was keeping me occupied enough. I tipped up to get my mouth around it more, and Denbo obliged me by poking it right where I could do it proper. He then started stroking his shaft and riding it into me, and at the same time, Chevy's hips were working back and forth … and up and down like a damned cyclone.

With Denbo occupied in the front, I got my hands around his hips and found his asscrack so I could get a couple of fingers into his hole. He grunted and really started pumping his prong.

I heard Chevy mutter, "Fuck him full, baby brother, so he's got plenty for my ass."

The way he was riding, I wasn't going to have very much very long. I felt Chevy grab his own meat in both hands and really go to it. He started groaning, double-timed his ass, and all at once, I felt his hole lock around my prong.

He yelled, "Fuck it to me, man … I am … comming … coming!"

His ass tightened, twisted, and pulled my cum from my fuck-post into his slippery, hot hole. I felt as though my ass, balls, and meat were being emptied clear up to my tonsils.

Right then Denbo grunted, "Now, baby … now!" – and his dick belched his thick, gooey sperm into my throat.

I gurgled and grunted and swallowed to keep from drowning … and he plied me with every fucking drop he had in those horny balls. Man, I've never had so much cum out of one pecker.

We all finally collapsed, Chevy easing down on one side of me, Denbo on the other. Denbo was lying on his side, telling his brother, "You sure as hell shot a lot of wasted fuckjuice all over me, brother. You should have put it up my ass where I'd enjoy it."

I was weak, but I told him, "Turn your butt around, and I'll keep it warm 'til next time. How's that?"

I did, too. I started to tongue that hairy crevice between his cheeks until he told me, half asleep, "Not right now, babe. Let's hold off 'til mornin', huh?"

We did. Of course, when I woke up, I had a big, fat prick rodding across my lower belly from both sides. We lay like that awhile until Chevy said, "I hate to mention it, bein' so cozy and all – but I gotta take a piss. You got anything inside?" That was the one thing I'd forgotten about. I had to get up, run into that cold bedroom, and get the chamber pot.

Then, while Chevy hauled his rod out, I fueled up both stoves and looked out the window.

There was milking to do – but the storm was going wilder than ever, so I figured that could wait – at least a little.

When I got back to the front room, Chevy was sitting on the arm of the couch. He was facing the stove with his legs spread and one hand down between them, fondling his big balls. That bone of his was more than I could believe. It actually reached damned near up to his elbow. And when he saw me staring, he grinned and promised, "You get yourself hot for a real fuck session, and I'll have it ready for ya."

I slid in beside Denbo, once I got out of my pants, but Chevy kept sitting there, petting himself. He started doing his shaft with both hands, working the skin well past the head, so it looked like he had an apple inside there. Then he drew it back and winked.

"I wanta be sure I got enough meat to last out the storm. Think this'll do it?"

"More than once, I bet."

Denbo soon got into the act and had his knees up. He was stroking himself. When his cock started drooling, he asked me, "How about we take a taste of that meat of yours to start breakfast?"

Hell, why would I object? He got down on me, and I found out what his mouth could do. Then about the time I thought I'd fire off, Chevy came striding over. He flipped up the covers to expose Denbo's hips – and like it was greased, his tool vanished up his brother's ass.

I had Denbo's prong right over my face. I took it again and sucked like a fury. This time Chevy's driving must have helped, for Denbo soon gave me even more cum than last night. Chevy finally slammed into him, gushing full, and then he took another piss before he and I did the milking – the cows this time – and Denbo did up breakfast.

Afterward, we were sitting on the couch – we'd swung it around to face the stove – and Chevy said, "Y' know what you need? Once this crappy weather's over, you gotta come out to the ranch. For me, I'd just as soon stay here and fuck and suck all winter with you, but we got a foreman out there to worry about. I mean, he's got a pole on him longer than mine, and he's practically always hot as hell. Right now, he'll be keeping all the hired hands satisfied."

Chevy's prong was in his pants, but I could see the limber length of it down his leg – and I remember how it was when he was working his balls. I asked, "You ever take him up your ass? I mean, you really got a fuckable ass there."

"Yeah, once in awhile. It's real work, though – and he don't waste much time. He's like a stud, whams off and gets on to something else. I kinda prefer somethin' like the action with you or Denbo. I can wrap it around then and give it more attention."

I found that out in the four days before the blizzard blew itself out. Of course, it was only a matter of time before I had to try that fucker of Chevy's. I needed it real greased up, and I had to take a few deep breaths as its head eased its way up my hole. It was a real spreader, but once I got used to it, he was a real master with it. I was humping Denbo at the same time and working the hell out of his tits, so I really got the most out of it.

By the time the Glanders brothers had to leave, my ass, balls, and prick were jist about worked out. I'm sure if they could have stayed, we'd have kept working at it – but I had to admit I was about as satisfied as I could be by a man.

So with sex out of the way, we got their van out of the ditch and fixed up the damage to the motor. I stood there, one hand by the passenger's side window while the whole world sparkled and glared - and Denbo reminded me, "Don't forget now. Soon's you can get a hand to take over for a spell, you're bringin' your meat to Montana. I don't know if we can ever repay you, but maybe we can if we let The Bull – that's what we call our foreman – give you service for awhile. He ain't into a lotta lovin', but man, he can fuck right around the clock."

Chevy leaned across and promised, "My hole's pretty near always ready – you just get yours out to our place and we'll see."