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HORSE SENSE: FARM HAND

The war was over. Life in the country had finally settled back down to it's daily rhythms and routine after the big nationwide celebration a week ago. Mathew had heard the war itself called many nicknames, while serving himself as an infantryman overseas. The Big One. The Great War. People used these names as a way to briefly distract themselves from the enormity of it's scale as the first multinational war ever fought in history. He was fine with that and leaving every possible sign it ever happened behind him. Thus why he didn't spend very much time in the city, after getting off the ship from Spain. He stayed for the week, but was ready to get back to his home at the end of it. The man was strategic about his departure from the busier part of the city and slowly allowed himself to drift further out to the edge of it, before finding a small train station and purchased tickets for going back to his home town. It was already late in the evening at this point and he didn't want to risk missing the last train out of the station. He then took a little cash to buy some simple clothes at the nearby general store, then changed into them after returning to the station. He emerged from the Men restroom feeling a little more comfortable in familiar clothes again and patted the large ruffle bag, that had the additional purchased clothes and military uniform. The man then made his way across the wooden floor and picked a bench to set in, while waiting for the scheduled train to arrive. He closed his eyes and briefly let the outside world fade away, before slumping down slightly in the bench and laid his head back.

He was then woke up from his brief nap by the station porter and reminded the scheduled train that matched his purchased ticket had just arrived and was offloading it's passengers. Mathew thanked the man, before being offered help with his ruffle bag and told it could be stowed away for him in the luggage car. The offer was accepted and the porter was followed out onto the loading platform. There was still a lot of people arriving. Most of them women and children, that were likely late arrivals to greet their returning family member. It appeared he was actually the only one leaving on this ride and it suited him just fine. He was greeted candidly at the entrance to the passenger car by the train conductor, as him and the porter with his ruffle bag parted ways. Once inside the car and his ticket was punched, he was told he could pick any seat and feel free to stretch out for some sleep during the long evening ride. Mathew thanked the conductor and selected a random one about halfway along the passenger car. He was then told he would be given a wake up notice, once they arrived at his destination. The conductor then excused himself and began pulling the window shades in the passenger car down, before departing to the next one with a courtesy nod and quick grip of the conductor hat brim in the man's direction. The polite nod was returned.

The moment Mathew could no longer see the conductor, he immediately took off the light jacket he had purchased with the clothes and rolled it up into a makeshift pillow for his head. He then reached over to his window blind and pulled it down, before stretching out and laying down in the bench seat. He then closed his eyes and waited for the small lurch, after hearing the train whistle and bell. Matthew then folded his arms across his chest and quickly drifted off to sleep, as the train slowly rolled out of the station and picked up speed for the long ride. His dream stayed calm for most of the ride, but soon shifted to replay a battle scene back in the trenches. Him and his battalion were about to loose the front and were strategically trying to retreat, by laying down cover fire for the evacuating soldiers. He was among the last to depart, when a familiar whistling sound was heard overhead and the side of the trench just behind him exploded, burying everyone up to their waste in loose debris. Another whistle and a section of the trench ahead of him then suffered the same damage. That hit actually took out some men and he heard a familiar scream amid the flying dirt. Once him and his group got themselves free of the loose dirt around them, they hurried forward to the damaged section and checked for survivors. Among the many of the half buried and bloodied men, was the one he dreaded finding there. His war buddy John. He then heard another whistle, but this one sounded like that from a train. There were no trains in or anywhere near the trenches. He then woke up from his memory replay sweating and swiftly sat up. Mathew then looked towards one end of the passenger car.

The conductor had just closed the sliding door behind him, then turned around to look Mathew's direction, he briskly walked up to the seat and politely inquired about his status.

“You okay there, sir? You seem to be sweating quite a bit. You aren't coming down with that new bug that has been going around… are you?"

Mathew shook his head and smiled politely back at the conductor.

“No. No. I'm fine. Army doctors back at the city checked me out and said everything was fine. I just had a little nightmare and thought I was back in the trenches."

“Oh. I apologize for not considering that and thank you for your service young man. Can I possibly get you some water to drink?"

“I think I will be fine. Are we there yet?" Mathew inquired, after looking around the car and recognized the interior now being completely lit from inside, with no more sun tying to bleed through the window shades.

“First whistle just sounded. The train will be slowing down soon and then announce it's approach to the station with the second whistle. You should have a few minutes to get yourself straightened out and looking less shook up."

“Thank you."

“My pleasure sir. Excuse me while I finish my final check of the cars before our arrival."

The conductor then gave another polite nod and quick grip of his cap, before moving on to the other end of the passenger car and then disappeared beyond the sliding door. Mathew then pivoted himself to a forward facing sitting position, allowing his thick soled basic boots to hit the floor loudly. He sighed audibly as he slowly wiped both his hands vertically down across his face, allowing the finger tips to linger at the edge of his jawline and glance around the otherwise vacant passenger car again. Just another annoying nightmare. They were told this was to be expected, after being exposed to combat horrors men had not seen for centuries. Some that were actually new to anyone alive. At this moment he quickly realized he had not shaved in a while and knew his face would soon be getting a little fuzzy. Being a man with black hair, this would get noticed quickly. Men living in the city and in town were still rather diligent about shaving their faces clean. Mathew was not all that concerned and chuckled at the rather rebellious notion he decided to leave it alone for now and possibly let it grow out into a full beard. Considering the new life and job waiting for him back at his home town, the men there wouldn't harass him too much about it and just consider the normal look for anyone living on the farm. He then quickly did a mental check, to make sure he replied to all of his uncle's letter's. He wanted to be sure everything was good for him to move in and help out with the rest of the farm hands.

He didn't have much left back home, but he at least he had Uncle Jesse. The man that raised him from a very young age, after the unfortunate fire that took his parents away. Living out on the old man's farm, far from any prying nosy people, was exactly what he needed to move forward and put the immediate past behind him. Mathew was especially looking forward to being around the massive plow horses, that were used for everything that required serious moving power. That included transportation into town. Jesse was a late adopter to new things and refused to invest in anything on wheels that didn't require a reliable horse to move it. He had come to love the horses like they were family, thanks to Jesse using his own unique insight into their behavior and teaching those instincts to everyone that worked on the farm and in the huge harvest fields surrounding the property. The other thing he was looking forward to, that put the finishing touch on him leaving his old life and all its trappings behind, was the flexible social environment his uncle encouraged on the farm. It is a way that proved to yield more productive workers, as it made their individual work conditions easier to manage. One aspect of the special social environment was the policy of wearing just the bib overalls and boots during the approaching summer and nothing else.

“Keeping a man's body as exposed to the open air as possible, while doing hard work on the farm, makes him stink a lot less and makes the man himself feel more comfortable." Jesse would often remind the new men brought on board to replace those leaving and moving on.

Mathew chuckled to himself at that thought, just as the second whistle sounded off and lingered. He then felt the inertia of the passenger car shift slightly, as the train itself began slowing down. Just as he got up from his seat and threw his jacket over his shoulder, the same sliding door that closed a moment ago opened again. The conductor appeared and briskly walked his way and exchanged a polite nod, as he shuffled past Mathew and resumed his path towards the opposite end of the passenger car.

“We will be arriving soon at the final stop for the night. The train will be remaining at this station until morning and then departing for the next town. Make sure you have collected all your belongings and will meet you at the loading platform. Thank you and please ride with us again."

Those words that came from beyond the conductor, as he approached the door, had the confidence and assurance they were well practiced and probably uttered more times than could be counted at the moment. Mathew was quick to begin walking forward, allowing his practiced military walking gate to bring him swiftly up to the sliding door. He paused and waited for the train to finally stop and the conductor to hop out onto the loading platform, before setting down the two step pedestal for safe passenger departure from the car. Both men exchanged a handshake, that was accompanied by a couple folded dollar bills, once Mathew's feet made solid contact with the loading platform.

“Thank you kindly sir." Came the conductors response with a smile.

Mathew simply smiled back and then turned towards the luggage car, before walking in that direction and greeted the porter who was just stepping down from it with the ruffle bag. Another handshake with a couple dollar bills was exchanged, as the bag was handed over. The porter looked pleasantly surprised and thanked him for the tip, before exchanging a polite nod and walked briskly towards the conductor. Mathew chuckled to himself and shook his head, just as a loud long hiss was heard from behind him and a cloud of warm steam engulfed the entire platform. He just stood and waited for proper visibility to return, before spotting a new figure standing at the end of the loading platform and just out of reach from the overhead lamp light. He squinted his eyes a little and could faintly make out the outline of a huge plow horse behind the person, giving away it's presence with light reflecting off the steel fittings of the pull harness. The person appeared to be giving the beast affectionate pats on the neck and then turned towards the loading platform, just as Mathew began closing the distance between them and knew this was likely the ride sent for him by his uncle. As he got closer, the figure walked up the steps onto the platform and then just stood there, revealing himself to be a well built man in just bib overalls and long sleeve shirt. His face was barely visible, as it was concealed by the shadow from the brim of his large hat. Once Mathew was within spitting distance, the hat tilted up and the lamp light illuminated a somewhat familiar and older face with a short red full beard. It was his cousin.

“Jacob? Is that you?" Mathew stopped and inquired.

“Yup. It's me Mat. Dad thought it would be best to send me out here to pick you up. Familiar face and all that proper stuff."

Both men closed the remaining gap together and hugged each other tightly, with audible pats on the back and sighs escaping form their mouths.

“About two letters ago, Jesse started getting really worried you would be coming home in a box. He even had all of us farm hands mentally preparing for that eventual outcome. Then when that last letter arrived…" Jacob paused and broke the hug, before stepping back and swiping his nose. “…He was just over the moon with joy, that you somehow got through that mess and looking forward to meeting John. The man that got you through a lot of tight situations."

Jacob then craned his neck and looked past Mathew, before bringing his gaze back and saw the lamp light catch a couple tears on the man's cheeks.

“Oh no. Jeez. I'm sorry Mat."

Both just stood there for a second, before Jacob pulled the man into him and let Mat just bury his face into the front of the overalls, while hugging him tighter and began sobbing uncontrollably. The cousin just stood there and held onto the man, while patting and rubbing his back softly.

“Just let it all out if you want. Anyone walks up and says something about it, I'll gladly put their lights out in one punch and toss them into the nearest mud hole." Jacob assured him.

That brought a chuckle from Mathew and encouraged him to begin composing himself, after turning his head to the side and breath in fresh air.

“You've… gotten taller… by the way. Feel as solid as Uncle Jesse's horses too."

“Farm life will do that."

“I could use some farm life again."

“Well, nothing wrong with getting started now. Let me have that bag and you get yourself up in the wagon." Jacob suggests, as he gently pushes Mathew back a little and takes the ruffle bag from him.

The taller man effortlessly picks it up with one arm and hoists it up onto his shoulder like it weighed nothing, then put a hand behind Mathew's back, as they walked down the steps together and towards the nearby simple open air cargo wagon. Jacob moved the bag to the opposite shoulder and lowered it over the side of the wagon bed, while simultaneously keeping his other hand at Mathew's back for support on the way up onto the riding bench. He then walked around in front of the horse and paused there for a moment, before walking on around and hopping up onto the bench himself. Mathew watched as Jacob leisurely lifted the reigns and gave them a sideways wiggle to signal the horse. The wagon immediately coasted forward and slowly turned around away from the parked train, before moving on past the station and on a dirt road that ran in parallel with the train tracks in both directions off into the dark. The wagon immediately turned towards one of the dark points and began rolling a little faster away from the station and nearly invisible nearby town buildings cloaked by the night.

Out of new instinct and military training, Mathew immediately snapped to full attention and kept his head on a swivel. His eyes and ears on the lookout for any suspicious movement that he could see or hear. He then felt a hand gently come down on his thigh and was told to relax a little. Jacob simply got a sigh in response but noticed the man actually relax a little during a quick sideways glance.

“Will talking help? It's a little bit of a ride back to the farm." Jacob suggested.

“Sure. What you want to talk about?"

“Meet any girls while over there, before being deployed to combat area?"

“One or two. Made for cozy nights."

“Only two huh?"

“Definitely one. Spent the night with her for a week."

“Ah. Anything special about her you can tell me. Not really. The opportunity was there and we grew to like each other's company. Her family was moving away at the end of the week anyway… to get away from the approaching enemy."

“Get to meet the family?"

“No. They would not have approved. Very religious."

“But she…"

“...wasn't… so much."

Both snickered. Then as if the horse in front of them actually understood what they were saying, audibly bobbed his head and made the gear rattle a little. More snickering followed. Jacob was relieved to finally see his old childhood friend and cousin completely relax.

“Hey Jacob?"

“Yeah?"

“Mind if I scoot up next to you and use you for a leaning post. Could use a little nap, before arriving at the farm."

“Nah. Don't mind at all."

“Thanks."

Mathew then shuffled on over and leaned sideways against Jacob. The man's solid body barely budged with the leaning weight, as he then let his head lean over into his friend's shoulder. He then just sat there and let the soft clopping sound of hooves lull him into a light slumber.

A gentle nudge later on woke him back up and he found himself looking around, seeing the familiar sight of a lit lantern mounted at the side door to a nearby barn and then two more flanking the steps up to the wrap around porch of Uncle Jesse's house. His nose then picked up on the earthy and spicy scent of horses that pervaded the property. Was it always this strong before and he simply just didn't notice it as someone who grew up around it his whole life? Did this scent cling to him and follow him into the military, like it is clinging to Jacob right now? It is almost as if the scent is Jacob. Then there is something else lingering under it. So subtle that outsiders likely miss it. It could be just the persistent lingering combined scent coming from the vicinity of the kitchen, but it actually smelled just like maple syrup. Again, he is probably just now noticing this, after being gone for so long. He then noticed faint illumination moving beyond one of the darkened windows of the farm house, as it drifted towards the entry doors and became brighter. The windows of them lit up before they were opened. A lantern came through first and made it almost impossible to see who was holding it, to eyes adjusted to seeing persistent dark on a wagon ride. The lantern and person then began walking across the porch and down the steps. It sounded like they weren't wearing anything on their feet. As Mathew's eyes adjusted more, he could see they were not wearing anything at all and then saw who it was.

“Welcome back home Mat, it is so good to see again." The familiar voice of Uncle Jesse greeted him from beyond the upheld lantern.

The lantern was then lowered and showed the familiar face that Mathew knew so well. Jacob was quick to speak up with the immediate update not mentioned in the last letter sent out.

“John won't be coming. Mat here can explain, but that should wait until later."

“Oh.' Jesse said with a quick drop in his tone. “Well. What matters is you are here. We can talk about John later."

Even in the limited illumination provided by the lantern, Jesse still looked as solidly built in his older age as Jacob himself. Although the hair on his head, beard and body was still black, an occasional gray one would catch the light. Mathew accepted an extended hand from his uncle, as he got up and then climbed down from the wagon.

“I'll bring your ruffle bag back with me, after putting up the horse and wagon." Jacob informed him, before rolling away towards the nearby barn.

“Damn, you actually grew a little more and nearly as tall as the rest of us now boy." Jesse commented and gave him a pat on the shoulder with the free hand.

“Well, you look to still be in great shape as always uncle." Mathew returned.

“How about you let me see how much meat you packed on. Winter is over and spring is here. Unless you got a little cold blooded and soft footed while in the military, the night air and rough dirt shouldn't bother your exposed body. Step on out of those clothes and boots already. Your home now."

Jesse then chuckled and lingered for a bit, before he turned and walked back to the porch steps, then set the lantern down up on the porch and turned back around to sit down by one of the wood hand rails. Feeling not the least bit self conscious, Mathew tossed his light jacket towards his uncle's outstretched hands and unbuckled his belt. He then let his pants drop to the ground, before slipping his boxers on past his hips and let them drop on down as well. He then unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off and tossed it over to Jesse. Mathew then briefly bent over and pulled up the hem of the crumpled pants legs to untie his laces, before straightening back up and creatively used just his feet to slip out of the boots and pants. The socks finally came off, with excellent balancing on one foot, as a hand swiftly slipped them off the other one. He then just stood there with outstretched arms, holding a sock in each hand and just grinned back at Jesse.

“So. What do you think?" He asked.

“Oh I approve. Someone has definitely got bigger and hairier. What your military mates have to say about your pride in the showers?" Jesse cleverly inquired.

Mathew was briefly confused and then looked down, being quickly reminded he did have a comparatively large cock for a man his size. Just like his Uncle. He then looked back up.

“Yeah. That made for a fun conversation starter a couple times at new locations. Plenty of praise and assurance the ladies would likely be throwing themselves at me."

Both men got a good chuckle out of that. Mathew then bent over to pick up the remaining clothes and boots, before straightening back up and tossing each one over towards Jesse.

“Been there at your age myself. It at least stopped growing when I stopped growing myself. Your's will likely grow more and get just as big as mine."

“Well that will make the underwear situation interesting."

“It will if you plan on eventually going back out there off the farm." Jesse commented, after folding the jacket and shirt up neatly, then moving onto the pants. “I will be glad to give you advice on how to handle that in certain situations too. I'm betting it already grows quite a bit when hard and I can assure you that will increase as you get older."

“I'm not sure I want to leave the farm again. Well. Go into town for supplies and such. But that's it. Not in a hurry to go back out into the big wide world, after seeing it at length for myself. It wasn't all bad, but it just didn't feel like I belonged there."

Jesse got back up on his feet and approached Mathew.

“No one is rushing you to do anything. You know how things work on this farm of mine."

Mathew helped closed the gap and then gave his uncle a big lingering hug.

“I could use some slow time for a change." He commented.

Jesse spotted Jacob walking out the barn side door and blowing out the lantern, before turning and approaching them in the dark. The man was already naked himself, carrying the ruffle bag in one hand and his boots in the other one, with his clothes draped over the arm. They both just nodded at each other and smiled, as Jacob passed by and then walked up to the porch, to set everything down on the steps next to the folded clothes. He then turned back and walked around behind Mathew, before joining in on the extended hugging moment. All three stood there for a while, before Jacob started to let his cock begin getting firm. He said nothing and just stood there, as it began flexing against his cousin's ass cheeks. As expected, the ass cheeks began pushing back against it. Nothing was said, as the quickly growing cock pushed a little firmer against the ass cheeks. Mathew then raised his head up and turned it to the side, while reaching up with one hand behind Jacob's own head to caress it. Both slowly adjusted their head angles and tilt to eventually bring their lips together in a soft passionate kiss. Jesse began busying himself with worship of his nephew's bigger hairy body with large sensual kisses, that slowly traveled down from the neck and across the nipples of both pecs. The kisses then kept traveling further down, as the man lowered to his knees and moved his mouth across the nephew's stomach.

Jacob then moved his hands to begin roaming across Mathews chest sensually, while pulling his waist out away from the ass cheeks and then pushing back at them with a cock that had become fully hard. It began dripping generously with juice, as he then slowly applied pressure to go between the ass cheeks. The faint smell that was noticed earlier started to get slightly stronger, as the cock began pushing in all the way to Mathew's anal entrance and then stop, before pulling back out and then pushing back in again. Jacob's head was then tugged down a little as lips came to an ear.

“Go ahead." Mathew whispered to him and then let up on his grip to resume the kissing.

Then Jacob briefly broke the kiss.

“How deep you want me?" He asked just as quietly.

“As far as you can go."

“I can go pretty deep now. It grows a lot more."

“Okay."

“Okay?"

“Yeah."

They both resumed kissing and soon a moan erupts from Mathew, as his uncle takes hold of his own hard throbbing cock and swallows it all the way down to the base. He is curious to see how his uncle is even accomplishing such an impressive feat and breaks the kiss to look down.

“No need to look. Just focus on me. Enjoy the moment."

Jacob tells Mathew and catches him by the chin, before pointing their faces towards each other again. Mathew hesitates, then just nods and resumes the kissing. Jacob then begins pushing more firmly against the man's anal entrance and moans with approval as it relaxes and let's his cock slide inside the man in front of him. He is the one that breaks the kiss this time.

“Dad and I have something special planned for you tonight. Just close your eyes and feel."

“A welcome home gift?" Mathew quips.

“A special one at that. Don't forget to breath deeply for us."

Mathew just nods and faces away, before leaning his head back and closed his eyes. Jacob then begins pushing more of his growing cock inside the warm ass and pulls it out a little further each time.

“So much precum. It feels so warm and good inside me."

“Glad you approve." Jacob replies just as softly.

He then proceeds to let his cock push in progressively deeper and allows it to keep growing. At one point, his lubed cock was able to pull out the same distance as the length of an average man's cock and yet have enough inside his cousin's ass to make contact with the prostate. The air around them was gradually becoming more infused with that subtle sweet scent. Mathew couldn't resist the urge to begin breathing deeper and suck more of it into his lungs. His body began reacting positively as his whole crotch area became engulfed in a growing ambient warmth from inside him. His mind started to get slightly fuzzy and his cock began throbbing hard, under the amazing massage it was getting from his uncle's tongue and signaled he was close to his orgasm. Jacob began thrusting inside him a little faster and gradually kept going deeper. The area around where the growing cock was going into Mathew began getting wet and sloppy with what was coming out of his cousin's cock. At this point, the air around the three men began to become completely infused with that wonderful sweet maple scent and was quickly becoming all Mathew could smell, beyond the increasing presence of the spicy earthy scent of horse. The combination of this began eroding the logical structure of his mind, encouraging him to think only about sex and let his own lust consume him. It was at this point he was ready to blow and Jacob could feel it through the increased clinching of the anal ring.

“Now… just let it out and cum as hard as you want." Jacob whispers into his ear. “I'll keep you on your feet."

“Uncle Jesse's tongue feels so amazing. It's like the whole thing is wrapping around my cock."

“Yeah it does. You ready to give him a nice big load as reward?"

“I feel like I'm ready to shoot the biggest load of my life."

“Good. Mind if I shove myself all the way in as you cum?"

“Go ahead. All the way to that special spot."

Jacob immediately slid into his cousin really deeper until he felt the resistance of the second inside opening.

“And then." He asked a cousin that was beginning to suck in a lot more air.

“Then just slowly push on in and don't stop while I'm cumming."

“I can do that. Anything to make my cousin feel better."

“Okay. I'm…"

Mathew didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence and gasped, as the strongest flow of cum he ever felt gushed into his uncle's waiting mouth. It flowed so strongly out of him, he thought he was pissing it out of him. The man kept his eyes shut and squinted them tight, as he lost control over his legs. Jacob effortlessly kept him on his feet and let his cousin ride out an orgasm like nothing a normal man experiences. He then let gravity push Mathew completely against him and his cock on through the second entrance, as he allowed himself to finally release his own special load into the man's guts with the steady flowing force of a piss load. He then looked down and watched as his cousin's belly began to distend slightly from the presence of his impressive cock and the continued flow of his special load. The man in his arms began to shutter a little, as his own orgasm continued.

“How does that feel cousin?"

“So... much So… full."

“You want more?"

“Please."

“I won't put too much more in you. It will make standing a little difficult."

“Okay. Hey."

“Yeah."

“I think I'm still cumming a little."

“Totally normal reaction."

“Was this that gift?"

“Yup. Welcome home cousin."

At some point, Jacob was sure that Mathew had lost consciousness, due to the mind shattering experience of both cumming so much and being filled so full. Both him and Jesse then carefully move themselves over to the steps, while keeping the man impaled on an inhumanly large cock, then got Jacob down onto the ground in a comfortable sitting position. True to his word, he didn't put too much more inside Mathew and gave him a mildly bulging gurgling belly. It was only in the lantern light, did one see how Jesse was able to take so much cock effortlessly into his mouth. Instead of the previous hairy man now standing in front of the other two connected ones, there was now a much bigger and taller man that was completely covered in a jet black horse pelt as his own skin. The talented tongue was licking the lips at the end of a fully developed jet black horse head, with a single white blaze running from between the eyes down to the nostrils. Then sticking out at maximum firmness and close enough for Jacob to simply crane his head forward and lick it's dripping head, was a throbbing black horse cock being slowly stroked by one of Jesse's hands

“How about you go take care of that and give the stallion that pulled our wagon earlier a juicy reward for his work." Jacob quipped while looking his uncle right in the eye and grinning.

“Think I might just go and do that. Swallowing that extra big stimulated load from my nephew got me a bit worked up. You didn't give him all of your cock did you?"

“Of course not. That would completely destroy a human ass. He only has a pony size cock in him. Plenty deep to dump a good size load of syrup right into his guts."

“Smart. Just like I taught you. Well... I'm off to glaze a doughnut."

Jacob remained in his spot and watched his dad walk away and disappear beyond the reach of the two porch lanterns, then raised his head and looked at the stars, while tenderly rubbing his cousins distended belly.

“Soon Mat. Soon you will be a big strong stallion like the rest of us. Sleep tight." He then gave the slumbering man a kiss on the head and continued watching the stars.

Mathew eventually woke up to the sensation of being surrounded in ambient warmth and whatever he was laying on bouncing slightly with a regular rhythm. He slowly opened his eyes and squinted them a little in the morning sunlight, that was pouring through the nearby open french doors and spreading across the huge bed he was laying on. As his vision began clearing and his eyes got used to the brighter lighting, the visage of Jacobs face clarified. Oddly enough, he had just begun to regain feeling in his body and could tell someone was sitting right on him, pressing their own hard cock right against his morning wood. The bouncing was not from what he immediately thought however. It was just Jacob using his weight to bounce the mattress and get Mathew woke up.

“Okay. Okay. You can stop the bouncing already. I'm up."

“About time. Was beginning to wonder if maybe I fucked and filled you too much."

Mathew reached out and gave Jacob a playful punch in the pec, that was returned in a split second. Both men busted out into a snicker. The smell of morning breakfast began flooding in through the nearby open bedroom door. It was inhaled deeply and followed by a sigh. He missed that.

“So. You ready to get up yet and put some food in that belly?" Jacob asked and gave the ab toned belly under him a couple pats, before hopping off his cousin and the bed.

Mathew raised up onto his elbows and noticed there was no visible sign that the belly had been stretched out, to accommodate the horse size load that got dumped in him the previous night. More like several horse size loads. Surely that was just his imagination. Just like when he briefly opened his eyes, while impaled on his cousin's cock, and could swear his uncle looked a lot different. The man looked a lot bigger and darker, with both a horse head and cock. The cock was so big and hard… and dripping. He licked his lips and remembered his uncle caught him looking and began stroking that huge cock. He then felt drowsy again and closed his eyes. Now here he was sitting upright in bed, feeling and seeing no sign that the night even happened the way he was sure he remembered it.

Mathew then finally got out of bed, then walked on out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the open front doors. He kept going on out and down the steps, then turned left and walked on out into the nearby pasture and under a shade tree. He then just stopped and waited, until he finally felt his own piss spring forth from his still hard cock and then had a little fun with the moment. Mathew began swaying his hips a little to scatter the stream, while watching one of the free roaming gray plow horses slowly approach him with curiosity. He remained in place and just kept pissing, as the massive stallion got closer and began bobbing it's head slightly. Once the horse was right on top of him and Mathew had finally stopped pissing, it craned its massive head over and down to him for scratches on it's neck. The offer was accepted.

“Hey there big guy. Come over here to see the new man?"

Then as if the horse actually understood him, it moved it's head away and bobbed it once. The stallion then stepped forward a little, until all Mathew could see was his gray flank, then relaxed and dropped his penis down right over where the man had just pissed, the tip nearly touching the ground. Mathew just watched as a strong surge of piss then spurted out and soaked the surrounding ground. He put his hands up on his hips and met the eye of the stallion.

“So you didn't think my piss load was big enough to do the job?" He quipped.

As if the stallion once again understood him, it actually shook it's head and whickered.

“Maybe some day my piss load will get that big." He then commented, while watching as the spot became so saturated that piss began floating on top. “Well. I have some breakfast to go eat. I will catch up with you later." Mathew added and gave the huge stallion a pat on the shoulder, just as the horse finished pissing and the large cock began retracting.

Then just as he turned around and proceeded to walk away, the stallion spun around and gave his ass a firm thump with the muzzle, that sent the man ahead a couple steps. Mathew managed to stay on his feet and glance back at the stallion, while chuckling at the response of the horse. He then kept walking back towards the house, while occasionally looking back and seeing the stallion simply stand and watch him. Just as he arrived at the porch, he spotted Jacob standing right at the open entry door with crossed arms and gesturing down at the floor with a head nod. He looked down and spotted a familiar large flat metal tray filled with water just past the steps.

“Don't forget to rinse and wipe your feet cousin." He reminded with a smirk, then turned and walked into the house.

Mathew sat at the stool next to the tray and did as expected, before getting up and going into the house. He could walk through it and see what has changed later. The man followed his nose into the nearby large kitchen and chose to sit down at the occupied end of the oversize picnic style table. Several empty plates were setting scattered across most of it's length, with clear signs of being thoroughly used by the rest of the farm hands earlier. The food had all been moved to where Uncle Jesse and Jacob were sitting and had filled three plates with most everything. Mathew set down at the remaining third plate and immediately dug into the fragrant mix of scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon and ham. Jacob poured some apple juice and milk into two glasses, while Jesse decided to say something.

“Good to see you still have a healthy appetite there boy."

Mathew only nodded and hummed in response.

“Any man would have an appetite, after what we put him through last night dad."

“Well, as he will find out, that will only get bigger, as he settles in here at the farm."

“Not to mention he will take a liking towards certain foods a lot more and completely forget about eating the other stuff."

At this point, Mathew managed to get enough in his belly to take a break and finally realized he was the only one eating meat at the table. Everything on the other two men's plates was stuff made from grain or corn. Not to mention setting next to their plates was a rather large size bowl of oatmeal. This gave him reason to pause further and take a couple drinks from both the milk and juice, before finally saying something himself.

“I have some questions I want to ask and not sure if it is my place to ask them.".

“Considering that it has been a while since you were here last, you are actually entitled to ask a lot of questions." Jesse assured him.

“While you were away at the war, quite a few changes happened here at the farm. Nothing that a stranger would notice on the outside, but some changes you may have already noticed yourself." Jacob added and reached over to run his fingers through Mathew's hair comfortingly.

“I have to be honest. At one point, it was concerning if maybe the farm had to be downsized. The war draft took away a lot of good able bodied men." Jesse resumed.

“Then we got a visit from someone looking for work and in desperate need of a home for himself and his plow horses." Jacob added.

“The plow horses were inherited from his dad, along with the farm. He had to sell the farm, but refused to part with the horses. I happened to be in town when he was visiting and inquiring at all of the businesses about any form of help anyone could give him. He was willing to sacrifice a lot to keep the horses." Jesse continued. “After talking with him, he agreed to at least have a look at my farm first and judge if it was a good fit for him and his horses. A little odd, but okay. Once I gave him the tour of the farm, his demeanor changed completely from a desperate cautious wanderer to that of someone that had found home again."

Jesse stopped to eat some more and let Jacob finish.

“So the three of us went through the farm again and immediately began planning out the changes that would have to be made. Some of those changes actually turned out to be improvements to the place and it's operation. He also helped out with the hiring of the farm hands. We had to make sure they were men capable of handling something as massive and powerful as a Belgian Draft horse."

It was then Jacob's turn to put more food in him.

“After the initial meeting and arranging transport for the ten horses he owned, we immediately put the new farm hands to work. It was hard work for all of us those first two weeks and grateful it wasn't planting season in the fields yet. But all the work did pay off. Got a second barn built and made all the necessary changes to the old one, along with also making some changes to this house. Changes you will gradually discover upon a closer look yourself."

“Like the French doors in your bedroom and the deck outside them?" Mathew asked after stuffing more food into himself and refilling his plate.

“Like the French doors." Jesse repeated and chuckled.

“Don't forget the bigger bed." Jacob chimed in.

“Yeah. That bed is so big, it makes me feel like a little kid laying in it. Isn't it a bit much for just the two of you? Then there is this new table, that is like a king size picnic table too."

“It's actually just the right size." Jesse defended lightheartedly.

“I noticed the floor upstairs doesn't creak like it used to do."

“There were a few things that had to be done, to make the house more durable."

“Okay. Now let's get into more personal territory. I realize that when I left here, I was a little smaller. But honestly don't remember you or Jacob being so big and solid."

“The benefit of the changed routine on this farm. We do more work here and care for more fields. That keeps a man active enough and doing enough to be like this."

“Yeah, but you still seem a little more built for just horse handlers and field workers. I mean, you are not like the muscle building gym freaks I ran into back in the big city, but you are a little more than I remembered."

Mathew then watched his uncle and cousin briefly look at each other and then shrug.

“He probably is ready Dad. He did handle our special gift pretty well." Jacob suggested.

“Plus he didn't have the expected negative reaction to seeing me in all my glory last night."

“Well, he was partially drunk on pure lust."

“True."

Mathew then waved a free hand around to get their attention.

“Hey, I'm still here. Is there something you should be telling me?"

Both Jesse and Jacob then looked right at him and grinned. Jesse then led again.

“How much do you remember of last night?"

“Seriously. You want to talk about that now?"

“Come on cousin. It's not like that sort of thing hasn't been discussed at the dinner table before… with regards to certain limits of course."

“Alright. I definitely have questions about that especially. There are things about last night that keep bugging me and made for some vivid and interesting dreams."

“Well. Lay it on us boy." Jesse encouraged.

“I'm pretty sure you were never able to fuck me as deep as you did last night Jacob. So what exactly have you been eating or doing to add that much length to your cock?"

“It's more like what all of us have done on this farm Mat."

“Part of the new guy's way of paying for his stay here was giving us full access to the horses and sharing what he brought himself. You actually got to see that last night, when you looked up at me and saw the real new me."

Mathew was about to jam the last sausage patty into his mouth and stopped halfway, letting it fall off his fork and back onto the plate. His mouth remained open, as he just stared back at Jesse. No one moved or said anything, until he decided to move again and grabbed the nearby glass of apple juice, then proceeded to chug all of what was in it down his throat. The moment he slowly sat it down and just stared at it's empty form, Jacob got up from his chair and busied himself with collecting all the empty plates on the table. Jesse reached over towards the gripped apple juice glass and gently rested his hand on Mathew's forearm, encouraging his nephew to look at him again. He recognized the look in his nephew's eyes. They were searching and needing to know more. He said nothing and slowly retracted his hand, before getting up out of his chair and stepping back from the table a little. Mathew didn't break eye contact, as Jesse smiled and nodded. The nod was returned. During the next following minute, Mathew watched his uncle's skin swiftly change pigment to black and his body hair replaced by horse hide hair to match the color. His body then began growing evenly, as his height moved the man's head to almost touching the ten foot ceiling overhead and slightly shifted the body proportions to give the man a proportionately thicker chest. Next the neck started becoming a lot longer and thicker, to support the head with a face that quickly pushed outward to form a fully developed equine muzzle.

Not once did he hear his uncle utter any sounds or show any signs that the smooth transformation was painful for him. He only moaned and groaned. In fact it looked like the man was actually enjoying the transformation, as the cock on him quickly gained girth and length through the process. It also changed black to match the rest of him, while also getting hard and morphing to match exactly what a stallion's penis looked like when it was hard. Every inch of his transformed uncle was black, except for a single white patch that ran from between the equine eyes down to between the large flaring equine nostrils. Mathew also expected to hear the expected sounds of bones breaking and reforming. But all that was heard was loud wet fleshy sounds and Jesse moaning the whole time.

“So what do you think cousin?" He barely heard Jacob whisper in his ear. “I think you definitely like what you see. I can see and smell it on you after all."

It was at this point that Mathew managed to break eye contact with his transformed uncle and then realized he was holding onto his own hard cock, while slowly stroking it with a precum soaked hand. He slowly turned his head to look at Jacob and met a brown twitching equine nostril at eye level. Mathew then traced the muzzle with his eyes up to his cousin's actual big brown eyes and noticed the coloration quickly changed to a reddish brown for the rest of the head. The equine head then raised up until it also nearly touched the ceiling. Mathew then let his eyes drift on down Jacob's transformed body and found it had the same thick neck, enlarged chest and body proportions. He then saw a large brown hand holding onto a hard equine cock of the same color, just past the medial ring and angling it to hover over the nearby stack of pancakes on the table. The head began dripping just as it was stopped right above them and soon became a steady trickle, as it rippled and pooled over the food. Mathew recognized that distinct maple scent and it made his cock throb really hard in his hand. Once the syrup had covered the entire pancake stack and began flowing over the edge of the plate, it slowed to a trickle and stopped. He then felt his cousin move beside him and squat down. He was in aroused awe of what he just saw and thought back to when his cousin was fucking him. Was this what filled him up so much his belly bulged and made him feel so warm all over inside his body?

“Go ahead. Finish your breakfast like a good boy. Then you can have desert." Jacob teased.

Without even thinking about the utensils, Mathew reached forward with his free hand and dug right into the syrup soaked stack and shoved it into his mouth. It smelled and tasted like maple syrup, but it had the somewhat slimy texture of cum. Every part of his mouth the stuff touched got warm, in an ambient comforting way that made him feel so good. Especially his throat as the mashed food slid on down to his stomach. Soon his whole upper body was feeling the same ambient warmth. Mathew then switched hands and used his other one to grab another mouthful of syrup soaked pancake, while the other syrup coated hand slid up and down his throbbing cock. The sensation of feeling the wonderful ambient heat engulfing his cock, made him close his eyes and moan through the food he was slowly chewing in his mouth.

“That's it cousin. Just savor the moment. Isn't that the best tasting pancakes you ever had?"

Mathew simply nodded and swallowed, before grabbing more handfuls with a little more eagerness. He had to have it all and wasn't sure what was on the plate would be enough. Jacob then grabbed some for himself and put it in his mouth, before chewing it a little and then pressed his cousins face to his muzzle. He then pushed his tongue out and through the man's lips, while letting a little of the food travel with it. Mathew accepted the offer and took the bits of food, before using his own tongue to share what was in his mouth. Both moaned in approval, as their tongues moved in and out of each other's mouth. Jacob then broke the kiss and looked at his cousin licking his lips clean, before the man finally opened his eyes again. The reddish stallion then saw in the man's eyes a familiar blank stare, that was confirmation that all logical thinking had shut down in his cousin's head and lust was quickly taking over every thought in his head. He then looked over and saw the plate was now empty and picked it up, before holding it up in front of Mathew.

“Lick it clean and you will get your desert."

He watched as the man grabbed the plate and slathered his tongue all over it, making wet sloppy smacking sounds everywhere his tongue moved along the surface. Jacob then gently pulled the plate away and set it down on the table, before gripping the back of Mathew's chair and turning it to face his cousin directly towards him.

“Now. Let's give the good boy his desert."

With those words, the stallion slowly rose back up onto his feet and intentionally let his own hard cock make contact with Mathew's own throbbing cock and then drag on up the belly and chest. It then smacked under the man's chin and was pulled a little away, before it stopped and hovered over him. Jacob watched his cousin just look up and stare at it bobbing up and down with each throb.

“Go ahead. Take it. It's all your's."

Jacob watched with personal amusement, as his cousin let go of his own throbbing cock and got up to his feet, before grabbing onto the horse cock with both hands and pulled his open gaping mouth to the pulsing equine cock head. The moment the tongue was felt, Jacob let the syrup begin flowing out of the cock. Mathew closed his eyes and moaned again, as he eagerly nursed and swallowed everything his cousin was willing to give him.

“Good boy. Keeping drinking and I will keep making more for you."

Very audible swallows could now be heard in positive response to the encouragement. Jesse picked this moment to finally walk around the table and hug his son from behind, letting his own hard cock make contact with the back and drag upwards, leaving a trail of sex syrup along the way. Jacob raised his hands up to grip the forearms across his chest. His dad then nuzzled and rubbed their heads together sensually.

“The family is back together. I think he is ready for the next step." The black stallion observed.

“Good idea. I'll help get him cleaned up and then take him on a tour of the farm."

“See you both later at the shower."

Jesse then broke the hug and stepped back, before changing back to his human form and finished cleaning up the table. Jacob gently coaxed Mathew to let up off his cock and had the man follow him over to the sink.

“Let's get this syrup off you cousin." He told the arousal dazed man, but was not expecting a response of any kind. “Don't need you being a bug magnet, while I take you an a tour through the improved version of our farm. Not to mention you'll have the plow horses getting extra friendly with you as well, when getting a whiff of the syrup and will want to mount you. All of them are stallions after all." Jacob finished with a chuckle, as he soaked a large wash cloth with water.

He did see Mathew smile in response and knew by the time he had finished cleaning the man up, most of his logical thinking structure would have returned and would be a normal independent thinking person again. Jacob did occasionally have to step away and avoid attempts at his cousin grabbing the deflating equine shaft, chuckling at each exasperated sigh made by the aroused man.

“You will get plenty of time later to get more of the good stuff inside you. For now we need Mathew back in that head of your's. A mindless fuck toy doesn't make for a very effective farm hand." The stallion assured him, as the last of the syrup was wiped off the face and chest.

Jacob then rinsed out the rag one last time, before reverting back to human form.

“Wow." Finally came the first coherent word from Mathew's mouth.

“Wow indeed." Jesse commented and was holding up two pair of bib overalls.

He spotted the questioning look from his nephew and responded with the obvious answer.

“We still wear these when outside on the farm near the house. Never know when a customer may show up and request plowing or pulling services from our horses and handlers. Once you two are further into the farm and among the fields, then feel free to take them off. Just remember where you leave them and return to put them back on." Jesse informs Mathew and hands them over.

“All of the boots are kept out on the back screened porch." Jacob reminded his cousin, while stepping into his overalls.

“So what is our first stop." Mathew asked after stepping into his overalls and followed his cousin out onto the back porch.

“We will start with the old original barn near the house." Jacob answered while grabbing a pair of boots and walked out through the screen door.

Mathew grabbed his boots and then joined the man on the outside steps, to put them on. The first thing he noticed right away, as they both walked towards the first barn, was the unavoidable presence of the nearby new and much bigger barn. It was literally a full size red hay barn and simply looked like a huge dark vague shape last night. Jacob saw him staring and told him it had to be that big for both storage and the added horses.

“So how long did it take to build it." Mathew asked while walking with Jacob towards the older and smaller gray barn.

“About a week."

“A week? Don't those take two weeks?"

“Not when you have twenty draft horses and twenty three horsemen working together."

Mathew looked right at Jacob and saw his cousin grinning back.

“So all of you are…"

“Horses? Stallions? Yes. Eventually you will be one too. But you have to earn it and ease your body slowly into such a life."

“I'm not sure what to say to that."

“Just say, 'Yes, I would love to become a huge stallion with a gushing fire hose cock cousin', or something of the sort." Jacob teased him and gave the man a pat on the back, as they approached the side door next to the hanging lantern and opened it.

The tour itself was nothing short of a learning experience. Mathew found re-purposing the old horse barn as strictly wagon equipment storage to be a smart move. Entry into the new barn felt something like walking into a huge church for him. Some of the draft horses were there, getting brushed down after spending the morning tilling the fields with their handler. This was an opportunity to meet some new faces and to also see every single one of them was indeed just as big and solid as Jesse and Jacob. Mathew couldn't resist imagining what each of the farm hands looked like as their true selves. He soon found his thoughts drifting towards scenes of them plowing each others ass with their huge cocks, while Jacob got the morning status update with each one. At this point, he was reminded of the soft sheep skin lining sewn into the crotch area of the overalls. It made summer time wearing of them more comfortable and it was currently rubbing against his cock, that was getting a little firm with the playful thoughts. He then got a polite nudge from Jacob and a hand motion to follow him to the back of the barn. They entered a large storage room, where Mathew was handed a simple tool box to carry. His cousin grabbed a nearby spool of wire by the handle, then had his cousin follow him on out the nearby opposite end of the barn and down a visible dirt access road.

“Thinking about later, after the tour and work?" Jacob inquired.

“A little."

“The slightly bulging front of your overalls says more than a little."

“Criticism?"

“Nah. Totally normal for new meat to be thinking about everyone else like that."

“Walking along this dirt road isn't helping with making it go down."

“Once we are past this hump up here, there is a nearby shade tree to hang our overalls. It's also a favorite spot for Hans."

“Hans?"

“You met him earlier, while he played pissing critic with you."

“Oh. Yeah. You saw that? Whatever. Mind if I ask an odd question about the horses?"

“Probably not that odd with what you know about us now, but go ahead." Jacob encouraged, as they began approaching the mentioned tree and saw a plow horse simply standing and letting the morning breeze blow over him.

“Do these horses seem more like people to any of you?"

“We do see them more than just simply horses. We think of them as family and if it wasn't for them being skittish about it, we let them roam through the house."

“I guess that makes sense… being something like a horse yourself."

“We do think of ourselves as horses." Jacob assured him, as he unbuckled his overalls and then leaned back against the tree, to carefully slip them off over the work boots.

“Oh… right." Mathew commented as he unclipped his overalls.

“If it wasn't for us having to live so close to town and lived much further out in the country, we wouldn't be bothering with the clothes and use this human form only when absolutely necessary."

“I see your point with that. People can be so funny about things or other people that are different. I saw plenty of that with my mates overseas, when seeing them get into a few social messes."

“I'll bet they did."

Both men chuckled while Jacob hung his overalls up and Mathew finished getting his own slipped past the boots, then handed them over to his cousin. The sound got Hans attention and he decided to come over and investigate, greeting Mathew again with a light nudge in the back.

“"Oh, hello again Hans." Mathew turned and greeted him with pets on the neck.

The stallion right away noticed the man had a hard cock and craned his head down, before parting his lips and taking the shaft sideways into his mouth. Jacob quickly and gently put his hands on his cousin's shoulder, to prevent him from making the expected sudden move.

“Just stand still and let him do his thing." Jacob whispered into his ear. “That horse tongue feels great on that cock, doesn't it."

Mathew said nothing and just nodded, before slowly relaxing and leaning back against his cousin, then closed his eyes.

“Like I said. They are family and family looks out for each other's needs. They know we are males and males need relief. Nothing complicated or wrong about it at all. Besides you two just looking different, you're just to typical horny living things with working cocks. No one is being hurt or forced. Just stand here and enjoy the moment with him."

“How do you know he is enjoying it?" Mathew asked without opening his eyes.

“Listen." Jacob suggested.

He stood there with his eyes closed and focused on the sounds around him. He could hear the wet slurping sounds being made by Hans, as he was treated to the most amazing oral treatment of his cock he had in a long time. He then heard another sound in between the occasional whickers. It sounded like something wet tapping or slapping and it was getting progressively louder each time.

“Now turn your head and look." Jacob told him while directing his head where to look.

Mathew opened his eyes and could see beyond the huge horses flank the unmistakable site of a hard horse cock bobbing up and down, as it dripped a familiar looking and smelling clear substance.

“You stay right here and keep petting Hans, while I go help him out."

Jacob then stepped away and then around Mathew, before squatting down and shuffling underneath the stallion's belly. He reached out and gently gripped the cock, that was easily as thick as his arms, then craned his head forward and put the dripping head right to his mouth. Mathew watched as his cousin opened his mouth as wide as possible over the flesh. Hans definitely approved of the attention and began working his tongue over the cock in his mouth more earnestly.

“Oh… shit." Mathew nearly exclaimed as he gripped the thick muscled neck firmly and pushed all of his cock into the talented equine mouth, that was hungrily receiving his cum.

He then looked back at Jacob, whom was moaning and letting the excess syrup run out of his mouth, while licking all over a cock head that had morphed into the shape of a large trumpet. The maple smell was now stronger and somehow was stimulating Mathew to keep cumming. The man had to close his eyes and brace himself against the stallion, as the overwhelming sensation of releasing so much washed through his mind and began tearing apart his logical thought structure. He then felt someone make contact with his back and slowly pull him away from the stallion.

“Easy there. Don't need to be loosing yourself again and then we not get any fence repair work done." Jacob whispered into his ear.

Mathew then opened his eyes and watched Hans simply bob his head, as the end of his cock returned to it's original helmet shape and then the shaft itself soften while slowly retracting back into him. The stallion then stepped aside and simply watched them, as Mathew finally regained his composure and picked up the toolbox, before departing from the shade tree with his cousin.

“Hey. You now have a stalker." Jacob teased him, as both could hear the heavy clopping of hooves behind them. Mathew looked back a couple times and saw that Hans was keeping pace with them, all the way to the first damaged fence section.

The rest of the fence repair throughout the morning proceeded rather uneventfully, as Jacob brought Mathew up to date on all the missed local gossip and news over the past few years. If it wasn't for the hard work, the weather would have been pleasant enough to just lounge around without breaking a sweat. Hans was always happy to help out, by volunteering to lick the sweat off the men for the salt. Once all the fence repair was finished, the sun had risen high up into the air and was keeping both men damp with sweat on their way back to the hay barn. Jacob told his cousin to not bother with putting the overalls back on. No one from town would be showing up to talk business at lunch time. Hans stayed right with them and was content to walk into an empty stall, once they arrived and stored the fence hardware. Both noticed that aside from a few plow horses, the barn was now unoccupied.

“How about an old fashioned outdoor communal farm shower." Jacob suggested and led the way back towards the old barn.

“Sounds good to me." Mathew replied and stayed in step with him all the way.

The closer they got to the barn, the louder the collective chatter of the farm staff and splattering of water against tiles got to one's ears.

“So when did you guys build the shower?" Mathew asked Jacob.

“Right before we started building the new barn."

“I noticed on the initial tour earlier you built the thing big enough to comfortably wash at least two plow horses together."

“Or big enough to wash all of us together." Jacob corrected with a grin.

Mathew thought he read the hidden meaning of the grin and returned the grin, as his cock began getting firm again. He glanced down and noticed his cousin's cock was doing the same thing.

“You guys wouldn't happen to have planned some special welcome-to-the-farm thing in the shower for today… would you?" He accused his cousin playfully.

“Every new farm hand gets the same treatment. It's a really good social bonding moment for all of us and makes the new guy finally feel like he is part of the herd." Jacob replies and shuffles over, to put his arm on Mathew's shoulder.

Both continued walking towards the side of the old barn opposite of the house. What was originally just an open air concrete slab, that ran half the length of the big barn and the width of two large hauling wagon, was now an enclosed space with a simple leaning roof over it and overhanging the side. Mathew looked up and could see mist rolling out through the gap between the overhang and long outside wall. The shower room had an overall aesthetic that made it blend in with the old weathered look of the gray barn. Stepping inside, through an opening large enough to accommodate a transformed horseman, he noticed the walls covered with large white ceramic tiles. The initial wall on the left was just a privacy partition and had a row of hooks with overalls hanging on them. Him and Jacob hung their pair up and removed their boots, before walking further inside. The white tiling design was mirrored by the one on the right and then at the end of it was another equally large opening, that had more mist rolling out through it. Both stopped right before it.

“So, ready for your initiation into the herd?." Jacob asked, after turning towards his cousin and grabbing hold of a cock already hard and bobbing, with a grin.

“I am definitely ready." Mathew answered and returned the cock grabbing and grin.

“Well then. Get on in there and prepare for the best shower you ever had cousin." Jacob returned and gave a playful slap to his cousin's ass, after letting go of his cock.

Mathew laughed a little and briskly walked into the mist, then through the shower entrance. Although visibility was greatly diminished, there was sufficient amount of white tile wall and floor to provide adequate background for the darker silhouettes, that were now gathering around him and towering above him in their natural horseman forms. They began speaking to him softly.

“New guy in the house."

“Hey there."

“Welcome to the communal shower."

“He didn't work you to hard did he?"

“You met Hans yet?"

“How much did he drain out of you?"

“He looks pretty big already…"

“...for a human."

“It must run in the family."

“I meant his sausage."

“Yeah. Me too."

“Here. Let's get you soaped up." One of them suggested and reached towards his chest with a huge sponge dripping with suds.

“How much you want me to dig?" Another one asked with soaped hands and began mildly scratching his back, to break up any crusty grime.

“That actually feels good and hard enough right there." Mathew replied.

“Glad to hear it." The voice attached to the scratching hands replied.

“Stay where you are for now and just relax."

“Let us do the work."

Mathew felt a couple cocks brush up against him, that felt like they were getting firm.

“Hold still while I get down here too." The silhouette with the sponge told him and began washing his legs.

At this point Mathew finally realized he had been under a steady soft spray of water the whole time and remembered seeing a grid of irrigation spickets suspended overhead during the tour earlier, that was the obvious source of it.

“Let's have you shuffle over a little this way." One of them encouraged and he felt his toes make contact with the raised tile base, he also remembered seeing, that was just big enough for one man to stretch out and lay on.

“Go ahead and bend over a little." Another said, as a hand gently nudged him to lean forward.

“We make sure to get every inch of the new guy."

He then felt many huge soapy hands make contact with his body and scrub all over the place and one hand dig in between his ass cheeks for a more thorough cleaning.

“Is he empty?"

“Yeah, I made sure of that earlier along the fence line." He heard Jacob reply.

“How much damage to the fence?"

“Only six places, but they were pretty far apart."

'I'll say. Me and Duke spotted you two on the far side of the farm, while he was draining me."

Some chuckles were passed around the shower, as the attentive hands left his ass cheeks.

“Think we got every inch of skin on him."

“He don't have much of a mop on top. Shouldn't take too long to wash it." He heard another, before they plowed their lathered fingers right into the short hair on his head.

Mathew remained where he was and just closed his eyes, while enjoying the scalp massage. He then felt a puff of warm air hit his ass cheeks, before the end of an equine muzzle pushed into them, then plunged a familiar feeling huge slick tongue in between them. It kept going until it made contact with his twitching rosebud, then proceeded to stroke up and down across it. Mathew hummed in positive response, as his hair was thoroughly rinsed out and the helmet of a dripping equine shaft was pressed to his lips. He raised a hand to grip it and opened his lips, to welcome the fleshy visitor and it's maple smelling gift. His nose then noticed the ambient scent in the shower room begin to very slowly and subtly change from the spicy earthy smell of stallions, to that of warm maple syrup.

“Good boy."

“Plenty of real sausage here to keep you busy."

“We plan to keep you in here for quite a while."

“How about you get on up on the pedestal?"

“We want to show you just how good you can feel."

The hands that were previously washing him, were now rubbing all over his body sensually and guiding him, as he turned his body around and got up on the tile pedestal. Another cock was soon at his mouth and feeding him more of the tasty syrup, as he felt familiar warm drops of more syrup begin to drip down on his stretched out body. The massaging hands simply spread and rubbed it's sweet smelling presence into his body. He could feel his skin everywhere begin to radiate with a familiar ambient warm presence, as his cock bobbed freely in the air and throbbed. An equine muzzle soon took hold of it and swallowed it on down past a slick muscular tongue, that wrapped around and massaged his cock like no human tongue had ever done before. Mathew then felt hands grip his thighs and guide his legs to fold a little, as the bottom of his feet made solid contact with the pedestal surface. A finger coated with the syrup then probed in between his ass cheeks and made contact with his pulsing rosebud. He moaned around the cock that was feeding him.

“Just breath and let us do everything."

“Our only focus is making you want this and except our gift with every inch of your body."

Mathew then breathed and relaxed a little, allowing the finger to push on in. It slid in until it found his prostate and stopped. It then curled slightly and pushed further forward, before stopping and sliding back to where it initially made contact with it. The finger then repeated the motion and adopted a steady stroking rhythm, Mathew arched his back and moaned in approval of the stimulation. He wasn't sure, but it felt like his cock was leaking a lot of precum already and it seemed to have a heavier denser presence that was feeling really good coming out of his cock. The equine muzzle quickly left it and was quickly replaced by another one.

“He already has the sweet taste and it's dense too."

“You did good Jacob." Uncle Jesse's familiar voice commented.

“Thanks Dad."

If it wasn't for the cock in his mouth and all the physical pleasure his body was receiving, along with however much of the syrup that was likely flowing through his body right now… he would be capable of more coherent thoughts about how great it is that everyone on the farm was here for the moment. But what little organized logical thought he had earlier rapidly ceased to exist in his head. He was quickly sinking in the rising tide of arousal flooding through his mind. Every remaining fragment of organized thought melting and being consumed by it's dominating presence. His thoughts of pleasure and sex swam around in his head freely and danced with each other, exposing him to so many new mental avenues of pleasure he never thought was possible. He began having visions in his head of all the ways he wanted the stallions to use him, as another finger entered in his ass and helped with the prostate massaging.

“Well. I think he is ready for the toys."

“Got the first one right here."

“What is with that look?"

“Nothing."

“It's always smart to start at the pony level."

“Not all of us was taking a full size stallion in our ass before coming here."

“Takes one size queen to know another."

“Considering I came up on Hans buried inside you balls deep... that is saying a lot."

Light laughter was passed around the shower, as the head of the pony equine dildo replaced the fingers and was slowly eased on inside his ass.

“Remember, just relax and breath." He heard the familiar voice of Jacob assure him.

Mathew did as he was told, as his entire body began radiating with the ambient warmth created by the syrup being rubbed into him everywhere. Fortunately he had experience with things that size and continued nursing on the equine cock head in his mouth. Once the toy successfully sunk in past his inside entrance into his guts, the hand holding it began slowly twisting and moving it around, while also sliding it back and forth inside him with short thrusts. The toy then started progressively sliding further in and out and loosening him up more, before being fully retracted from his ass.

“Looks good."

“Let's get him to move on to this one now."

“Everyone contribute and get it nice and slick all over."

“Yeah. Want it dripping with the stuff."

Mathew then felt a bigger blunt head make contact with his gaping anal entrance and stretch it a little more, as it was slowly pushed inside him. The hands massaging his body increased their attentiveness and focused on getting him more aroused and receptive to the bigger toy. He moaned loudly as it made contact and slid past his prostate. Stimulating him to orgasm for… his second time. He had no idea it was the second one, but soon realized it was when he felt how powerful it was and seemed like it was almost surging out of him like piss. It felt almost as dense as the sex syrup being rubbed into his skin and flowing down his throat.

“Beautiful."

“Just look at how much is coming out of him."

“It is just about clear."

“Yeah. He will love the next one."

“Make sure to rub it in too."

“How is his ass doing?"

“So far so good."

“Don't smell anything but the syrup."

“Keep pushing it on in."

“Okay, pulling it back a little."

“Good idea. Want them guts to get used to being a dedicated cock sleeve."

Some chuckles were passed around, as the hand on the bigger full size stallion cock toy was then slowly pulled back out a little, before being pushed back in. Mathew moaned some more in approval and arched his back a little.

“The boy likes it."

“Like a true herd stallion."

As the toy was slowly pushed in one more time, it didn't stop and kept sinking in further. Mathew felt the medial ring of it's molded shape go past his stretched anal ring and then glide on past his prostate, as his current extended orgasm finally ended. He then felt the toy finally stop it's plunge into his guts, as the medial ring stopped where his inside second entrance was at and the molded scrotum shaped base made contact with his own balls. It was then left inside him and gradually began turning inside his conditioned guts. Large hands came down on his torso gently and made sure he didn't move too much, as the sensation of feeling so much inside him wanted to make the man writhe with ecstasy.

“Oh yeah. He is ready."

“Remember to start slow and gradually increase to normal. Then slowly retract it."

“Yeah. Got it."

Mathew's mind at this point had already drowned in the arousal swimming through it, as it began slowly sinking to the dark depths of pure lust. The full size equine toy was slowly pulled out of him a little, until the medial ring pushed finally came on out and then was just as slowly pushed back into him at full depth. The motion was then gradually increased until a decent slow and deep thrusting pace had been achieved.

“Still smelling just syrup."

“Still just syrup. Everything is fine."

“Good. Time for the breeding."

Mathew barely registered the removal of the equine dildo and it's absence, but did respond some when multiple hands pulled his ass towards the edge of the pedestal and then raised his spread folded legs up, before feeling the presence of an even bigger blunt head push against his gaping stretched anal entrance. Unlike the toys, it felt like it had life to it and even pulsed, as syrup dripped out of it and coated the flesh it touched. A singular silhouette then came into view and hovered right over him, as huge hands came down right at his shoulders and a huge gray equine muzzle came into view, to replace the cock he had been persistently nursing on the whole time.

“I'm going to push in you now. It will be slow. I will not hurt you, but I will breed you. Then when I know you are ready, I will sink all the way in you and fill you with my gift. I will fill you until there is nowhere else for it to go but out of you. Your whole body will be saturated with my gift when I am done with you. I will be completely inside you, your belly will be round and all you will be thinking about is wanting more."

The muzzle then parted its lips and lowered to make contact with his own lips. A large equine tongue, thoroughly coated with the sex syrup, then invaded his mouth and moved everywhere there was empty space. Mathew closed his eyes and reached with his hands to caress the horseman's head sensually. Both moaned through the extended kiss before it was broken. Mathew then finally said something after swallowing all the syrup he managed to scrape off the wonderful tongue.

“I'm ready."

The equine head remained hovering over his face and it's dark eyes simply looked right back into his own, as the man felt the bigger blunt head begin to apply pressure to his gaping anal entrance. It felt like it was also coated with syrup, as his flesh yielded and allowed the bigger throbbing equine cock gradually slide into him. Mathew put his hands down and braced himself on the pedestal. Other large hands shifted and rested over them and his arms. He then let out a brief gasp and then moaned, as the bigger head successfully plunged into him and glided across his pulsing prostate, then continued until it stopped where his second entrance was. It then just as slowly pulled back, until only the cock head itself was inside him, before pushing back inside. After it pulled back again, there was a pause.

“Here. You should feel this."

A huge equine hand took one of his and put it down right where the cock would have to enter into his guts. His hand was kept there, as the equine shaft slid back into him again and pushed slightly deeper. His eyes got big, when he felt the flesh of his own belly distort and shape around it's presence and then flatten back out when the cock pulled back across his prostate.

“Doesn't that feel great?" The gray stallion asked him.

“Yes. More." Mathew answered.

The stallion simply chuckled and put his hand back in it's original spot, before pushing his cock in a little faster and paused again, before pulling it out. He eventually increased the pace more and adopted a regular slow thrusting pace, that was stimulating the man's prostate and making his cock throb harder than he ever remembered. Mathew could hear others around him begin to make familiar sounds of kissing and could swear he could hear the distinct sound of a cock going in someone's ass aggressively. The squelching made it seem like it was going deep too. Soon the sound popped up somewhere else in the surrounding mist and then again. The increased sexual activity was quickly making the smell of maple syrup become a lot more potent, as it proceeded to begin becoming the dominant scent in the room. Mathew breathed it in deeply and soon began loosing all mental focus, as his cock began throbbing and smacking against his belly. The equine shaft began thrusting in him a little faster, as the nostrils on the muzzle hovering over his face began flaring and releasing puffs of warm air out of them. The stallion over him was quickly becoming nothing more than a breeding machine, as the thrusts increased and more of the surrounding stallions began breeding each other.

The combination of all the sounds, with the affects of the maple syrup, finally triggered Mathew and he released his load again. He no longer cared if it didn't stop this time and continued to flow out of him, taking what was human along with it out of his throbbing slapping cock. It felt even more dense and amazing this time, as it traveled up and out of his shaft.

“There it is. The new herd members first real orgasm." The stallion hovering over him complemented, before moving his muzzle down for another long passionate kiss.

Then just as their tongues made contact and began twirling around each other, the pulsing equine shaft inside the man pushed forward one last time and didn't stop, as it continued to slowly sink deeper and deeper into his guts. Mathews eyes rolled into the back of his head, as his hand felt his bellow warp around every inch of the flesh pass under it. He had no idea how deep the cock was inside him, but enough of it was there to let the man feel the pulse of the stallion's heart beat through it, as it throbbed and then let loose his maple scented gift with a presence that felt just as strong as the piss load Jacob put in his guts earlier at the fence row. The warm presence then rapidly expanded inside the man, as it flowed throughout the winding passage of his guts. At first his belly gurgled in protest, but soon settled down and let the fluid traveler pass on through and begin to distend it outward. Mathew then let loose a long moan in positive response to the mind shattering sensation of being pleasantly filled so much and cumming continuously at the same time.

The Shower room soon filled with the sounds of others having their own guts flooded with the sex syrup gift from their own breeding partner. The stallion then broke the kiss and straightened back up, to focus on the task of making the breeding as pleasurable as possible for the man. Mathew's eyes soon returned to their normal orientation and simply stared out into empty space. The man's cock stopped throbbing and bobbing freely, as his belly became too inflated to allow it. He then felt the ambient warmth begin to grow more intense and travel on up to his head and down his arms. The syrup's presence then began to push and then fill his stomach, as it also briefly gurgled in protest. At this point, Mathew would normally have the mental integrity to say something. But the mind that was behind those blank staring eyes, was now one that had regressed to too simple of a state for such organized thinking to be possible. All he was thinking about was being filled with more syrup and keep releasing more out of his pulsing cock. He didn't even register the sensation of a hand turning his head sideways, to prevent him from drowning on the syrup that had now begun to travel up his throat. The same hand then began tenderly stroking his face and chest, as the surrounding squelching sounds of syrup breeding got louder. The syrup then finally reached his mouth and rolled over his tongue. It then exited a mouth now hanging open, in the same relaxed state as the rest of his body.

All organized thinking that once existed in Mathew's mind was now gone. The man laying on the pedestal with a belly round with syrup was really no longer a person. He was just a lust driven mindless fuck toy, that existed only to be used as the gray stallion's syrup receptacle for as long as the equine breeder desired. The stallion himself just stood there and looked around through the mist, as he met the same blank stare with one horseman after another. Each one of them enjoying the bliss of being the same continuously cumming mindless fuck toy for their partner. The mouths on their muzzles hanging open, as syrup persistently ran and rippled out of them. Hans then returned his gaze to the new herd member being filled by his massive cock and chuckled at the thought of eventually being able to completely bury himself inside them too. He continued to stand there and gave Mathew's round belly soft sensual rubs, as he continued to pump more of his maple scented gift right through the man.

Fall. Later That Year.

Mathew and Jacob set at the end of the train station loading platform by its steps, with legs hanging off the edge and watching the afternoon sun sink lower towards the edge of the treeline, across the nearby pasture. Both were discussing recent news, that had reached the town's community ears, about final estimated damage done to American business by the international epidemic.

“500,000 seems like a high death count for some flu bug." Mathew commented.

“Remember. To healthier and stronger people like us, it did seem like a weak virus. But it was far worse for the everyday man or woman. News that came in from across the ocean showed countries in worse shape than us. England was at 200,000 and India they think was actually over 1 million."

Mathew whistled in response.

“Those countries are smaller than us. Well, India is a little smaller. But England…" Mathew let his head hang down and shook it. “You know their business overall suffered more damage than us. We had a few companies completely shut down. But that is it."

“Hey. Here it comes." Jacob informed his cousin after a nudge with his elbow, then pointed past Hans and the attached wagon.

Mathew looked up and then down the railroad tracks, to see the familiar sign of a thin smoke cloud hovering over a shiny metallic locomotive. It already had it's dual vertically mounted electric headlamps in front lit up.

“Look at how fast that thing is approaching us."

“Yeah. These new trains are something else. Almost like one of those machines out of those magazines with stories of strange tales."

Both saw Hans bob his head in agreement and make the metal fittings of his pulling hardware rattle, then snickered to each other.

“The new guy should be on this one. We best get on our feet to greet him." Jacob suggested.

Both men then slowly rose up on the platform and dusted the legs of their overalls off, before quickly giving the long sleeves of their flannel shirts a quick shake and then walked towards the middle of the loading platform. They didn't see very many people sitting at the windows of the passenger cars, as a couple of them coasted by during the deceleration of the train. Nobody came out of the station to greet the train and they saw only one man, through the bellowing released cloud of steam, disembark from a nearby car. He only had one small carry on bag, that was swiftly brought to him by the train porter. Unlike them, he was casually dressed more like someone from the city. His clothes was nothing expensive, but they were certainly nothing that would last long on the farm. Other than that, he did look solidly built like someone who had lived and worked on a farm. The clean shaven man had a healthy tan from being out in the sun and appeared to be the same height as Mathew and Jacob, upon approaching them with an extended hand in friendship.

“Good afternoon gentlemen. I take you are the ones I wrote to about working on the horse farm here?" He asked, after firmly shaking both their hands and pointed towards Hans.

“We take it you are Jake from Vermont?"

“That is me." The green eyed dark haired man replied and smiled.

“Great. We have everything you will need back at the farm." Jacob assured him.

Jake just nodded and walked between the two men, as they escorted him off the platform. Mathew took his bag and loaded it behind the bench seat of the cargo wagon, then lingered for a while and watched his cousin officially introduce the new farm hand to Hans the plow horse, while they had a brief conversation together. Jacob then slowly walked back towards Mathew with a big grin on his face, as Jake began petting the stallion with long strokes along the neck.

“We definitely have a compatible future herd mate. He will be real easy to train." Jacob whispered into his cousin's ear, after leaning in and gave the man a quick grope through the overalls. “He has a lot of experience around horses and even considers them people. Then there is the spike in his arousal, the moment he touched Hans skin and began petting him. I quickly glanced down and could see his hardening cock push at his pants."

“Hmm. Maybe breed him tonight with the winter setup in the big barn's loft?" Mathew replied back just as softly and returned the quick grope.

“Possibly. We will see over dinner."

“Sounds like a plan."