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By the beginning of Ethan’s second week at the farm, he had stopped thinking of the upstairs bedroom as temporary. His clothes were in the dresser instead of the suitcase, his toothbrush had moved permanently into the bathroom, and there was a growing stack of notes beside the office computer with several plans to fix the whole farm’s accounts. And more importantly, he had learned that living with Cyrus, Wyatt, Kane, and Caleb was much more distracting than commuting would’ve been.

Ethan often left his room at 6 AM and found Cyrus in the kitchen with his massive chest on full display while making coffee. He would cross the yard after lunch and see Kane bent over an engine with his shirt stuck damply between his shoulder blades. Wyatt treated shirts as optional when the weather was warm, and Caleb seemed to possess a supernatural ability to appear when Ethan was already flustered and make things worse.

Ethan tried telling himself that noticing all these things was harmless. He was an adult man surrounded by four attractive adult men; looking didn’t mean anything. That excuse survived until Wyatt caught him staring for the third time in one morning.

“You know,” Wyatt said cheerfully, leaning against the office doorway, “you can just ask.”

Ethan looked up from the spreadsheet he’d been pretending to study. “Ask what?”

Wyatt’s grin widened as he took a couple of steps forward. He had spent the morning hauling feed and looked unfairly good for a sweaty man covered in dust. “Whatever you’ve been trying to figure out by staring at my ass.”

“I wasn’t staring at your ass,” Ethan replied, blushing and looking away. “I was thinking.”

“About my ass?” Wyatt insisted, smirking.

Ethan pointed toward the door. “Get out.”

Wyatt laughed and did exactly the opposite, wandering farther into the office before setting an apple beside Ethan’s keyboard. The problem with Wyatt was that he flirted openly, but he also kept feeding Ethan. He appeared with something in his hand every few hours: fruit, a sandwich, leftover pie, lemonade, coffee, or whatever he had found in the kitchen. Ethan had initially assumed Wyatt thought office work required constant snacks, but by the second week he was eating everything placed in front of him and still getting hungry before dinner.

“You’ve been working since breakfast,” Wyatt said. “Come outside.”

“I have invoices to sort,” Ethan replied softly, looking down at the desk.

Wyatt bent over the back of Ethan’s chair to whisper in the young man’s ear. “Come on, you won’t tell me you wouldn’t prefer a fun break.”

Ethan turned his head and met Wyatt’s face much closer than expected. “You do this with everybody?” he asked without moving away.

“Bring them apples?” Wyatt said, with a playful grin on his face.

“Act dumb when you know exactly what I’m asking,” Ethan replied firmly.

Wyatt’s grin softened. “No.”

That short word was all Ethan’s restraint needed to let loose. He caught Wyatt by the front of his shirt and kissed him. The big man moaned softly against Ethan’s mouth, kissing him back and softly cupping the young man’s face. For someone built like he could wrestle cattle for entertainment, Wyatt was surprisingly careful at first. But Ethan ruined the tenderness within seconds by pulling him closer.

When Wyatt lifted him onto the edge of the desk, Ethan laughed breathlessly. “You realize this is technically my workplace.”

“So?” Wyatt asked, hooking his fingers on Ethan’s waistband to pull the pants off.

“Nothing,” Ethan smirked, and they started making out again. “Keep going.”

Once their pants fell to the floor, Ethan spread his thighs and lustfully watched Wyatt position himself between them. Wyatt was big everywhere Ethan expected him to be—a foot-long cock that looked as thick as his muscular forearm, with pulsing veins across the whole length that made it look imposing. Ethan snorted softly, thinking with absurd clarity that even the man’s cock fit the general scale of the farm.

“So, you like what you see?” Wyatt asked, pressing the massive head of his cock against the entrance of Ethan’s hole.

“I do,” Ethan replied immediately. “But I’d prefer to feel it inside me.”

Wyatt didn’t hesitate and slowly pressed forward, meeting resistance at first. He applied more pressure as Ethan groaned, and the hole slowly opened to welcome the thick intruder. Ethan cried out and arched his back, feeling an intense combination of pain and pleasure. His body stretched and burned, but deep down he was desperate for more, so he wrapped his legs around Wyatt’s waist to pull him even closer.

“You better make it worth it because we’re making a mess,” Ethan said breathlessly, reaching up to grip Wyatt’s shoulders for support.

“We’re only getting started with the mess,” Wyatt replied, pushing all the way inside and making Ethan cry out again. “Buckle up, cowboy,” he added, pulling half of his cock out before slamming it forward again with brutal force.

The next morning, Wyatt looked unbearably pleased with himself during breakfast. Ethan kicked him beneath the table, and the big man only grinned around a mouthful of eggs. Cyrus looked between them, immediately understanding everything, and then went back to his coffee without commenting. Caleb wasn’t like Cyrus, though.

“Well,” Caleb said, “that explains why Wyatt’s been singing since yesterday.”

Ethan nearly choked.

“Caleb, eat your breakfast,” Cyrus said firmly.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” Caleb replied, smirking.

Kane remained quiet, but Ethan saw him staring intensely at him from across the table.

That moment should’ve made Ethan reconsider if sleeping with somebody he lived and worked with had been a good idea. Instead, two nights later, Wyatt ended up in Ethan’s bed. Sex in a comfortable mattress was even more intense than in the office, and even after three rounds, Wyatt didn’t want to stop. Ethan couldn’t say no, so he only spread his thighs and eagerly pulled the big man closer.

By the end of that week, they always found excuses to have private moments. Wyatt would grin at Ethan across the barn; Ethan would find some excuse to stay behind after dinner, or one of them would wander into the other’s room late at night.

Ethan liked Wyatt’s enormous hands on him and how Wyatt made him laugh even while Ethan was trying to tell him to slow down his pounding. More embarrassingly, Ethan realized he liked waking up sore the next morning, remembering how the previous night had gone.

Then, as the third week arrived, Kane became Ethan’s second problem. Unlike Wyatt, the mechanic never flirted openly, which somehow made the tension worse. He watched Ethan with an unreadable expression and spoke only when he had something worth saying. His attention showed through acts rather than words—Kane fixed the office chair and then repaired Ethan’s car without being asked after hearing an engine noise Ethan hadn’t noticed.

One morning, Ethan came outside and found Kane replacing a warped board on the porch because Ethan had tripped over it the previous day.

“You know I can do things myself,” Ethan said.

Kane drove another screw into the board. “Didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“Then why do you keep fixing everything before I get to it?” Ethan asked.

Kane looked up. “You’re busy,” he said, and even though those words shouldn’t have felt sensual or attractive, they did.

“Thanks,” Ethan said, clearly flustered while walking away.

The following day, the tension finally snapped in the workshop. Ethan had gone looking for a maintenance receipt Cyrus swore Kane possessed. Kane was standing at a workbench in a sleeveless shirt, drenched with sweat and with his forearms blackened with grease. Ethan stared for longer than he meant to and forgot about the receipt.

“You need something?” Kane asked a few seconds later.

“Oh, yeah.” Ethan shook his head. “The invoice from Peterson Equipment.”

Kane reached for a drawer, found the folded paper, and handed it over. “Here.”

Ethan took it without moving away. “Thanks,” he whispered.

“Anything else?” Kane asked, looking at a frozen Ethan up and down. “You know, you could stop pretending you don’t stare at me.”

Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but Kane reached forward to pull him in. From there, they barely talked because their mouths were busy passionately making out. The mechanic’s hands moved over Ethan’s hips and ass, kneading and squeezing eagerly.

By the time Ethan let his pants fall to the ground, Kane’s monster cock was already hard. The massive shaft was about two inches longer than Wyatt’s and almost as thick. The sight made Ethan’s mouth water because the heavy balls beneath that monster looked packed beyond belief and ready to fill him up.

“You think you can handle it?” Kane asked, gripping Ethan’s ass to lift him off the ground.

“Only one way to find out,” Ethan said, wrapping his legs around Kane’s thick waist as the massive shaft brushed against his ass.

Kane lifted Ethan and lined his cock in position before letting the young man’s full weight fall on it. Ethan loved how the big man handled him so easily and how the massive cock stretched his guts while reaching deeper than he thought was possible. His ass clenched around Kane’s shaft, and it made the big man thrust his hips upward to make Ethan bounce. The young man moaned loudly and tilted his head back in pure bliss as Kane fucked him raw.

After that, Ethan barely had time to process how intense his time with Kane had been before things got even wilder.

One evening, Caleb leaned against the kitchen counter while Ethan searched the refrigerator. “You’re working your way through the property,” the big guy said.

Ethan turned around slowly. “Excuse me?”

Caleb only laughed, infuriatingly confident as always. He had inherited his father’s broad shoulders and imposing height, but where Cyrus could silence a room by entering it, Caleb seemed to enjoy testing how much trouble he could create before somebody stopped him.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” Caleb said, slowly moving closer. “Two men in less than a month. Impressive for a city boy.”

Ethan rolled his eyes and returned to the refrigerator, looking for something to calm his seemingly bottomless stomach. He had eaten a huge dinner less than 2 hours earlier, but he still felt ridiculously empty.

Caleb got right behind him. “You’ve been staring at me a lot.”

Ethan sighed. “Apparently everybody on this farm has developed an unhealthy interest in where my eyes are pointing.”

“Hard not to notice it when you do it so often,” Caleb said slowly.

Ethan closed the refrigerator and turned, only to find Caleb so close that their bodies nearly touched. “What? You jealous of them?” he asked.

“Obviously,” Caleb replied bluntly, smirking and shrugging.

The honesty made Ethan laugh, and that was probably what did it. Ethan liked Caleb despite how annoying the young man could be. He liked the smirk, the shamelessness, and how Caleb always seemed one joke away from getting yelled at by Cyrus. So when Caleb kissed him, Ethan kissed back immediately.

Caleb got his hands on Ethan’s ass and lifted him off the ground as easily as Kane had done it a couple of days before. The kissing intensified as Ethan wrapped his arms around the big guy’s neck while heading upstairs. Caleb carried him all the way to his bedroom without breaking a sweat, and by the time they closed the door behind them, Ethan could feel Caleb’s absurdly oversized cock throbbing beneath his ass.

Caleb laid Ethan in bed and quickly removed his clothes, exposing a ridiculously broad torso, strong-looking hips and thighs, and the most beautiful set of cock and balls Ethan had ever seen. Wyatt and Kane had been absurdly oversized, but Caleb took those standards and broke through them. His cock was easily 16 inches long, even thicker than Wyatt’s, and the massive mushroom head shone under the light. Beneath that, his balls were bigger than softballs, plump within a tight and hairy sac.

Ethan removed his pants and underwear, and as Caleb’s bare body settled atop him, an intoxicating manly musk hit his nose. “Oh, fuck.” It was all he could whisper while his thighs spread automatically as if responding to the big boy’s presence.

Caleb noticed the reaction and smirked, pressing his cock’s mushroom head against Ethan’s hole. “You like musky men, don’t you, city boy?”

“I’m not a city boy,” Ethan whispered, but before he could argue further, Caleb drove his hips forward and spread his hole like never before, making him cry out in blissful agony.

Caleb smirked and kept pushing in, inch after inch, and Ethan’s body could barely adjust fast enough to the massive intruder. By the time the whole shaft was buried into him, Ethan’s breathing was short and strained, his hands gripped the sheets as if his life depended on it, and his hole burned so nicely that his ass clenched around Caleb’s cock. When the big guy started moving back and forth, Ethan’s moans grew louder, longing for the moment to last forever.

After that night, Ethan stopped pretending his sudden appetite for sex was normal. He wanted it too often. A good night with Wyatt should’ve left him satisfied for a while, but the next day Kane could brush past him in the hallway, and Ethan’s body reacted instantly. Caleb could lean over his shoulder to point at something on the computer screen, and Ethan would think about dragging him upstairs. The more time Ethan spent with each of them—fucking like rabbits—the more his body seemed to crave them.

Cyrus took longer, but it was mostly Ethan’s fault. He could joke with Wyatt, challenge Kane, and flirt back at Caleb, but Cyrus still had the annoying ability to make Ethan feel like the nervous man who had first heard his voice over the phone. It didn’t help that Cyrus never chased him, only watched, touched Ethan’s shoulder when leaning over the desk, and stood close while Ethan explained the accounts, staring at his lips without moving forward.

By the fifth week, Ethan had reorganized most of the farm’s recurring expenses and discovered several contracts that he could renegotiate. One night, he stayed late in the office working through fuel costs. Cyrus came in after everyone else had gone to bed and found Ethan surrounded by papers.

“You’re still working,” Cyrus asked.

Ethan looked at the clock and sighed. “Yeah. I’m almost done, though.”

“Take it easy.” Cyrus set a mug of coffee beside him. “You’ve done more in a month than I managed in six. That’s impressive.”

“That sounds flattering until I remember your filing system was ’put it somewhere indoors,’” Ethan replied, taking a sip of coffee.

Cyrus chuckled, and Ethan looked up, taking a moment to admire the huge body standing so close that the little office felt even smaller. Cyrus had changed out of his work clothes but still looked enormous, and Ethan realized he was staring. He stood and stretched, trying to sound tired, but Cyrus noticed the lustful look in his eyes.

“You’re not good at pretending stuff, you know,” the big man said, moving closer.

“What does that mean?” Ethan asked, blushing.

“We both know you can’t work much when I come into the office,” Cyrus explained, reaching to caress Ethan’s hip. “It’s okay. I don’t mind you staring.”

Ethan hesitated for a second, but then grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him. Cyrus didn’t move at first, but then he wrapped his arms around Ethan and lifted him off the floor. The kissing intensified, and everything Ethan had imagined from the deep voice and imposing frame turned out to have been an understatement. Cyrus was overwhelming without being careless and ridiculously strong while handling Ethan’s weight easier than any of the other men. Cyrus was also so attentive that Ethan melted into the embrace.

When their clothes came off, Ethan’s eyes widened in shock. He had spent weeks intimidated by Cyrus’s size, but discovering that Cyrus’s cock matched the rest of his body took things to a different level. The cock was clearly larger and thicker than Caleb’s, which was already ridiculous. But combined with the heaviest and largest balls Ethan had ever seen, Cyrus’s crotch seemed like the vivid representation of the word ‘excess.’

By then Ethan was too desperate to care about measurements. He wanted the pressure, the fullness, and the ridiculous contrast between Cyrus’s massive frame and his smaller body. Cyrus seemed particularly satisfied by how eagerly Ethan looked, so he didn’t hesitate and slid his monstrous cock into the young man’s hole with such passion and care that Ethan felt every inch, every pulsing vein, and every ridge as his hole stretched around it.

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