"Bear Left 8/?"
Warning: The following story is a fictional. If you are offended by sexual relations between two or more men, if this sort of stuff is not allowed in you locale, and/or you are under 21 years of age please leave right away. Please let me know what you think. This is completely my work. Please do not copy or repost it or any part of it without my permission.
Chapter 8: Bearing right
I got home and called the office. I told them that I would be in late but that I was feeling better. They were relieved. There had been three emergency calls yesterday and they didn't think they would find anyone to handle my regular maintenance calls. They asked if I could handle one or two of the emergency calls too since they were my usual calls. I told them that I'd have to work a little late but could do it.
Rather than dressing in my usual jump suit, I pulled on a pair of jeans, not too tight, and one of the shirts that the business supposedly required their maintenance crew to wear. I had bucked this "business dress" issue for years and no one really seemed to care so long as I continued to do my job well. Many of my calls were not local so they didn't know anyway. I just wanted the ability to leave my shirt unbuttoned today. It helped me to remember Samuels' furry body. I didn't wear anything under the jeans and that reminded me of my weekend with Mack. It would be a pleasurable day of remembrances. My night with Samuels had helped me clarify my feelings for Mack. I did not think the pressures I felt yesterday would not cause me problems today.
It did turn out to be a very long day. One emergency call required me to go back to the warehouse for parts. I didn't get home until after 8 and after grabbing a bite to eat I fell into bed and slept soundly. The next two days were also very busy. I had thought to call Mack one evening but every day ran late. I didn't know how late he'd be up and I didn't want to disturb the ranch with what might amount to a call after everyone was asleep.
In my mail on Thursday, I found the following letter.
"Hi Ted. We haven't had a chance to meet yet but you've made a deep impression on my brother, Mack. If you would, I'd like to have a chance to talk to you, privately. Call the ranch on Friday morning and ask Will to drive you out to the lean-to if you agree. I'll be out there on Saturday and we can talk. I'll make sure you have plenty of supplies. Will will drive you back on Sunday morning. Ben"
I thought it was an unusual request. But I also wanted to meet Ben. He didn't make it sound like I'd see Mack and that seemed odd too. I decided to sleep on it.
The next morning I called in to work and found that two of my calls had cancelled. Even without all of the other things going on in my life, it would have been an unusual work week. But that would mean that I would finish early. I might be able to get out to the ranch early and could spend some time with Mack before talking to Ben. Perhaps we wouldn't need to go to the lean-to although it wouldn't bother me if he wanted to drive out there to talk. I dialed the ranch and the man who answered it asked me to hold on.
"Hi there. This is Will. Are you Ted?"
"Yes. I might be able to get there by five. Will that be ok?"
"Hmmm... I was told to go to Buckhaven to pick you up. I have to run to Jensenville today and it would save you at least part of a trip if we met there. That all right?"
I considered it for a second. "Ok." We set up a place and time to meet.
I sped through my calls. I went home, showered, and changed into clean jeans, chaps and shirt. I packed a small bag, grabbed my hat and sped to Jensenville. Although I had arrived nearly 45 minutes early, I saw the truck in the lot and Will asleep in the driver's seat. He woke when he heard me park next to the truck and it took no time for me to grab my things and move them into the truck. Only minutes later we were speeding down the road toward the ranch. Will obviously didn't think anything of the law since we had to be going at least 80. In no time at all we got to the ranch. Just inside the entrance, Will turned the truck to drive to the lean-to.
"I thought we might have time to go into the ranch before heading out. Would that be ok, Will?"
"I was told to take you to the lean-to and not to go to the ranch. Sorry."
"Ok." I was a little disappointed. "Will Mack know I'm there?"
Will glanced my way but returned to try to find a smoother path. For driving on uneven ground he was certainly moving fast and we were bouncing up-and-down. "I don't know. I was told to get you there and take you back. And to forget everything. Why should Mack know you're there?"
"I guess I misunderstood Ben's message," I lied. So it seemed that Ben was sneaking me up here and few people would know that I was here. I wondered why he wanted the secrecy.
Due to my early arrival, we got to the lean-to while the sun was still pretty far up in the sky. Will didn't stay long and I realized that I was going to be alone for, possibly, a long time. It didn't take long for me to get bored. The boxes were already loaded with a pot of soup, a loaf of bread and a bottle of whiskey. I decided that I wasn't going to have much of the whiskey. Until I knew what this was about I was going to keep a clear head.
I walked out toward the outhouse and looked a bit further west. There appeared to be some boulders within walking distance. At least I could sit there until sunset. And the walk would kill some time. I could see up and down the valley from there and it was spectacular. I did enjoy the solitude. I found a flat rock and enjoyed the sunshine.
It was quite dark at the lean-to when I returned and I quickly put a fire together. The sky was clear so it was going to be a cold night. Even colder since I would be alone this time. I ate the soup and part of the bread. I didn't open the whiskey. I took a couple of blankets out to the clearing and watched the stars come out and circle the sky. When I felt like I was about to fall asleep I returned to the fire, curled up in the blankets and nodded off.
There was nothing new in the boxes early the next morning. I assumed that meant that Ben would be there soon. I wished I had some coffee. I got the fire going again since the morning had started out pretty chilly.
A little later, perhaps an hour after I woke, I heard the sound of a motor headed this way. I had had quite a lot of time to think about this and I stayed in the lean-to, waiting for Ben here. Perhaps it was a bit silly but I wanted him to have to take the last steps before we talked. I heard a couple of doors close and then, unexpectedly, I heard the motor going away. I quickly moved to see if Ben had just dropped the food off and was not staying.
After only a few steps, I saw a man walking toward me, carrying three bags. He seemed to carry them carefully and was having a little difficulty with their bulk. I decided to help. "Let me take one or two."
"Take the extra one in my right hand, will ya?" He had a baritone voice and a nice smile which reminded me of Mack. He was dressed in jeans, brown chaps, a blue and white checkered long sleeve shirt, black boots, black hat and sunglasses. His hands and face were tanned as you'd expect with someone who lived on a ranch. He had a full beard and had blonde hair – just like his brother's – which came down just below his ears. He was sure to be fit.
We got the bags back to the lean-to and he set about distributing them amongst the boxes. One of the insulated bags went into the hot box. He opened the other bag, pulled out a thermos and handed it to me. "I bet you want this." I unscrewed the lid and the aroma of hot coffee.
"Thanks. You're right. You want any?"
"No thanks. I had some on the way out." As I poured a cup into the lid and took a drink, he was putting a few other things into the last box. "There are muffins, hard boiled eggs and oatmeal in the other bag if you're hungry. I'll join you in a few minutes." He walked off in the direction of the outhouse.
I took one of the hot muffins and an egg out of the bag, closed it, and put it into the hot box so everything would stay warm. Although I was very hungry, Ben's arrival had raised my nervousness and I didn't think I could eat too much. The hot coffee helped to settle me down and the muffin, heavy with cinnamon and walnuts which was my favorite, was eaten quickly. The egg took a little longer. The food did help.
Sipping my second cup of coffee, I waited for Ben to return. He came back to the camp, took out a bottle of water and sat on the other side of the fire. "Sleep well?" He had removed the sunglasses and his hat.
"It was a little cold but I slept ok."
"Sorry about that. It was the only way I could get you here."
"I could have driven myself here. There was no reason to send Will."
"Your truck would never have made it to the lean-to. And someone would have noticed it at the gate."
"It sat there all last weekend."
"True." He paused. "What do you think of the ranch, Ted?"
"I like it. I've never been one to enjoy crowded places. And nature has always been beautiful to me."
"I agree with you. When I'm out here, I can feel my soul just blending into everything. It's a very peaceful feeling."
"Soul?" I asked.
"Well, it's just a word. I don't mean anything comparable to man's religions definitions. I don't know if I can put it into words, Ted." He thought for a minute. "There's something that connects people, Ted. Perhaps it used to be called animal magnetism. Whatever it might be, there's something there. And it connects more than just people."
We discussed this for some time. I thought it strange that Ben didn't seem to be getting to any point but, if he was going to be here all day, we had plenty of time.
He changed topic abruptly. "What are you wanting out of life?"
I was surprised by the question and was remembered that Mack had asked me the same question. I didn't answer right away. I searched for words.
"I don't have too many wants right now, Ben. My job gives me food and shelter. I told Mack that the thing that was missing in my life was companionship. I've never had many friends – close or otherwise – and have never been in a long-term relationship.
"Until several weeks ago, I would have said that I was ok. But I have realized that it feels good to have someone's arms around me, holding me, whether it's related to sex or not. And whether anything happens between Mack and me, I'll always look for arms to hold me. Sex or no sex."
Ben was watching me as I responded. In addition to the physical distance between us, there was some other kind of distance – and he was very, very far away from me.
He had not responded to my answer, just as Mack had not. While the silence made me a little nervous, I was not worried. If Ben didn't accept the truth of my comments, well, he wouldn't accept them. I had told him the truth. It was up to him to know what he thought.
"Why did you bring me up here, apparently, without letting anyone know I'm here?"
Ben shifted his gaze to the coals in the fire ring. And continued his silence.
A couple of minutes later, he said, "Because I needed to find out about you for myself. Do you know what love is, Ted?"
Again the abrupt shifting of subject. "That's a hard question to answer, Ben. I don't know that anyone can define it. Even if they do, the definition can change with time. I know when I feel love. I think I can tell the difference between love, like and lust. Why do you ask?"
"Do you love Mack?"
I felt a little irritation because he wouldn't answer my questions. But I took a deep breath and thought a minute before answering. "During that weekend with Mack I experienced many forms of lust. It seemed to me that Mack and I wanted each other's bodies. And we shared them freely." I paused. "During that sharing I felt something more than a need for his body. Not that I didn't still want his body. I do. But I'd still want to be near him even if we weren't sharing our bodies.
"Is that love? I think so. Or at least it's the start of love. Perhaps it's my love of being held and wanted. But I think it's more than that. I realize that this may not be a full answer to your question but it's the best that I can do right now."
Ben didn't respond and continued to look at the coals so I asked, "Are you worried that I'll take Mack away from you?"
"No." Ben said no more than that. At least it was an answer. "How important is your job to you?"
"I need something to bring me food and shelter. I'm not about to starve or freeze to death. And it's good to feel that I'm making a difference – however little it may be – in the world. I doubt that soda machines are vital to the world but what it provides does bring some happiness. And that makes me feel good.
"But I don't have to have this particular job. If I thought I could be happier and could make a difference, I'd consider changing jobs. But," I added, "I'm not prepared for many jobs beyond electrical work."
"What if Mack asked you to leave your job? Would you do it?"
"Not right away. Well, I don't think I would. I'd want to know that Mack and I were going to try to stay together for a long time. I said that food and shelter were important to me and I'm not so selfless that I'd make sure I had some security before leaving what I have now. And I'd still want to be doing something to make a difference. Lounging around on someone else's tab wouldn't feel right to me.
"But if I felt that we were going to try to make a go of it, I'd quit in an instant. I'd still find something to do because we'd need food and shelter. But it would be the two of us working for food and shelter for the two of us. And if leaving my job would make it easier for the two of us to work together, then `yes.'"
Ben didn't reply. Again. He just looked up at me and smiled. It was Mack's smile and my heart jumped into my throat. And some tears came to my eyes. I don't know why.
Getting up and brushing himself off, Ben said, "I want to show you something but we'll have to ride to get there. Are you ok with that?"
"I'm not a great rider but I managed last weekend."
"Let's grab some of the food so we don't have to rush."
He poured dirt on the coals as I got the bags he wanted from the boxes. We walked to the horse's lean-to and I was surprised to find two horses there.
"I asked Will to bring Smooth Fit and Overbid, my horse, out early this morning. Do you know how to saddle a horse?" I told him that I didn't and he took the time to show me the placement of the blanket and saddle. And how to cinch it tight. He had me do all of the work on Smooth Fit and helped me to put the bit and bridle on the horse. He then got Overbid ready in a couple of minutes.
He easily stepped up into the saddle and I, with some difficulty, got up there. Smooth Fit was a restless but I managed to get riding. Ben made a few suggestions on how to hold the reins and that helped.
We headed further down the valley under the very hot sun. I had worn a short sleeve shirt and had put sunscreen liberally on my arms. Ben had pulled some gloves over his hands and, except for his face and neck which were shaded by his hat, he was completely covered. He had to be very hot. I was boiling.
After an hour or so, he turned up another valley following a small stream that came from a series of low hills. As we came around near the top of one of the hills, I saw a small home perched on the side of the next hill. The stream ran a few feet in front of it.
Ben indicated that this was our destination. I was relieved. For some reason, this ride was harder on me than all of the riding last weekend.
The view from the home was breathtaking. We had climbed up a bit above the valley and we could see it and some of the larger valley we had left. Other than hills, rocks, a few trees and the stream, there was nothing else out here.
"Why don't you stay out here and absorb the view while I put the bags away give the horses some food and water?" Ben suggested. I nodded as he went in.
I thought about Mack and Ben. They were most definitely brothers. Their features were very similar: anyone could tell that they were related. Their mannerisms were also very similar. They both had a way of withdrawing into silence. And the silence was as deep as the valleys I was studying. Somehow this land seemed appropriate for them.
I heard the door open but didn't turn. And was surprised to find Ben's arms, now uncovered, folding around my chest.
"What..." I started to ask.
Ben just said, into my ear, "Shh... I just want to hold you." His beard tickled me as he talked.
I felt funny about it but stood and let him hold me. He made no other move. `Was he making a move on me? Was that why he brought me here?' The unexpected touch made me nervous.
I finally had to move because my legs were stiffening up. I pulled his hands from my chest, stepped forward and turned around. Ben had taken off his shirt and hat. His blonde hair fell down onto his shoulders and he was looking at me. I could see that his eyes were a deep green. His features were not hard. His eyes were looking intently into my face and there seemed to be a sadness in them.
At that moment, I remembered what Mack had told me about Bret -- 'I love Bret too. When he and Ben started becoming serious, we both wrapped him in our arms. And I would never push him out of Ben's arms since I'd be losing Ben too.'
`Was Ben concerned that I'd be taking Mack away from him? He had denied it earlier. Was he worried that I'd get between them?'
Ben asked, "I know I did not ask a moment ago. But may I hold you now?"
I moved into his arms and wrapped mine around him. I put my head on his shoulder and pulled him tight. For a moment he was very tense. Then, suddenly, he relaxed and pulled himself even tighter to me. I felt him shaking and starting to gasp air. He was sobbing. I just held onto him, not understanding the tears.
His anguish took a long time to subside. He finally pulled away, smiled feebly and sat on the edge of the porch looking out over the hills. Full of questions that I had decided not to ask, I sat down next to him and put my arm over his shoulders. He leaned in and put his head on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry about that, Ted."
"Shh... just let me hold you," I replied. I sensed that he still needed support. He didn't let go and I felt him pull harder up to my chest.
We sat there for maybe an hour or more, not speaking and just holding each other. The winds blew, hot and dry over the valley cooling my sweaty skin.
My mind was confused and the time didn't seem to make any difference. Here I was, holding the brother of the man I hoped would become my lover. And I had to admit that I found him very attractive. His body was in fine shape from the work on the ranch. Not a so-called "gym rat" which did not appeal to me although such men were nice to watch. He had a good coat of blonde hair running down his back and I could see a very nice pair of nips surrounded by a thick coat of chest hair. His beard scratched my neck a little when he moved. After awhile, I imagined that it was Mack I was holding. This was not hard to do.
Thinking of Mack and holding him, my mind retreated to last weekend's romps with Max and I felt myself becoming quite aroused. I moved my legs out a little to give my cock room to grow a bit. Ben just stayed where he was. After more frustrating reminisces, I found myself drifting off to sleep and leaned back hard against one of the porch supports.
It was dark when I awoke. My back was aching for staying in one position for what must have been several hours. My legs and butt were hurting a little from the riding. Ben was not there.
Slowly while groaning a little, I got up from the porch. The sky was clouded over and there was significant darkness hiding the valley from view. When I turned back to the cabin, I could barely see the door and saw no lights inside.
I opened the door of the cabin and looked inside. Nothing. It was pitch dark. Whatever allows a person to sense things in such darkness made me think that Ben was in here somewhere. I didn't hear anything at first but while waiting for my eyes hopefully to adjust, I heard some very soft breathing.
After a minute, I realized that I was not going to be able to see anything. I thought about going back to the porch to sleep but my aching muscles protested a little. So I had only one choice.
"Ben? Are you here?" My whispers seemed to be very loud.
"Hmm? Oh... Ted... over here." I heard Ben's resonant voice.
"Ben, I can't seen anything in here. Is there some place I can crash?"
"Just a sec." I heard some fumbling and a match brought almost blinding light to my eyes. Then a lantern was light. The cabin was only one room although it was a fairly good size. To the left was a fireplace with various cooking utensils hanging on the wall. In front of it was a wide bench. To the right was a pile blankets on the floor. Ben was lying in the middle of them. His clothes were folded neatly at the foot.
I didn't think I could sleep on the bench. It looked too hard. But there didn't seem to be any other option unless I was going to sleep with Ben. And, for some reason, that made me uneasy.
Ben, squinting and shielding his eyes from the lantern light, just said, "There's room for two here. I'm turning this lantern off in a minute. I'd rather have the dark."
I debated the offer in my mind. "Make up your mind," Ben added and turned off the lantern. The room was now even darker than before.
There was only one choice. I took the few steps over to the blankets and carefully lowered myself onto them.
"Ted, I promise that nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. Make yourself comfortable." I laid there debating. And, giving in, sat up to take my shirt, boots and socks off. I raised my ass up and pulled my jeans and shorts off. The blankets under my ass were incredibly soft. I lay back down.
Seconds later, I felt Ben throw a blanket over me and snuggled up to my back. He was also naked. He threw an arm over my shoulder and pulled me back. I didn't resist and reveled in the feeling of his hairy chest rubbing against my back. But his hand didn't move from the center of my chest. I could feel his beard on my neck and felt his warm breath on the back of my ear. It took a moment to realize that this was only an accident of his position: he was not specifically teasing my ear. And his breathing was slowing.
It took a few minutes of calming my nerves and I, too, drifted back to sleep.
Some time in the night a thunderstorm broke. The cabin's roof rattled as the rain, and possibly some hail, felt. Lightning bolts would illuminate the room briefly. And thunder shook everything.
I both loved and hated the thunderstorm. Its natural ferocity frightened me but it left an uncontrolled power coursing through everything. During such storms, I loved being able to retreat inside, letting the ferocity wash around me. Except. This cabin had shown no signs of letting the storm in. But it was the closest I had ever been to being exposed to the storm's ferocity. And I felt some of the fear that the ferocity produced in my heart.
One bolt struck very close to the cabin and the shock of thunder descended instantly afterward. I cringed and pulled myself back further into Ben's chest. He did not seem to be awake. I was amazed at his ability to sleep through the noise.
After maybe 30 minutes, the storm blew away and a steady patter of rain fell on the roof. My nerves, still a little raw from the storm, wouldn't let me fall back to sleep right away. I thought about getting up but didn't think I could navigate the room in the pitch blackness. And there was only the bench.
I reviewed the last day. It didn't make much sense. I didn't know what Ben wanted from the weekend. The questions didn't make a lot of sense to me. I had a sense that Ben was willing to share his body but would go no further than I was willing to go. There had been the possible invitation for more but he had made it clear that he wasn't insisting on sex. We had only held each other.
And there had been the inexplicable sobbing. And the silences. Perhaps it was something familial since both Mack and Ben would fall into long silences. And the unusual questions. Would I ever understand Mack and his brother? I finally fell back asleep.
I awoke as Ben was getting up. The rain had stopped but it was still dark. I could hear peals of thunder in the distance.
"Be right back. Gotta take a piss.," Ben said.
Realizing the pressure on my own bladder, I replied, "I haveta go too." I arose and moved in the direction of the door. As Ben opened the door, a flash of lightning in the distance illuminated his body. Then darkness returned, leaving my the imprint of him on my retina. I walked out onto the porch and found that there was a bit of light coming from behind the clouds. Ben was standing on the edge of the porch and looking out at the lightning striking in the distance.
"Where's the outhouse?" I asked.
"If it's just a piss, just let'er rip from the porch. If it's more, you'll have to brave the mud and find a bush somewhere." I heard him letting loose and saw a heavy stream spraying out. And in a couple of seconds, I added my stream. Ben finished first but didn't go back in.
"Ted, I'm sorry about this. I didn't mean for us to stay out here. I just wanted you to see more of the ranch. And I just felt exhausted so I came in. And fell asleep. When you woke me and I realized that night had fallen, I knew we'd be spending the night here."
"That's ok, Ben. Actually, I'm glad we were here when the storm broke. I would not have liked being in the lean-to tonight."
"There was a storm?"
"You sure as hell sleep hard. It shook everything."
"I guess we did get lucky then. I'm pretty sure that the only thing we'll see the rest of the night might be some rain. That storm has blown far to the east already."
"That's a relief." Even though the storm had cooled the air down a little, it was still warm. I didn't feel like sleeping now.
And, even though my emotions had problems with what was happening, the presence of this good-looking and naked man was starting to warm up my libido.
"Ben, I have to tell you that your body is driving me nuts. But I don't want to hurt Mack. We haven't made any promises to each other but there is a connection. And I don't want to screw it up."
Ben walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. There wasn't enough light to see his eyes but I could tell that he was trying to look into mine.
"Mack already thinks that you and he are right for each other. But he's worried that we won't get along. I love Mack more than anyone in the world. I don't want him to get hurt. I won't let him get hurt."
"I don't want him to get hurt, Ben. I've only known him for a few weeks but he's a special man. Even if we're not right for each other, he doesn't deserve to get hurt."
Ben's arms seemed to freeze for a second and his grip tightened. But moments later he pulled Ted close. "I can't lose him, Ted." The words barely whispered out of his lips into Ted's ear. A roll of thunder came out of the distance.
Ted felt Ben shuddering again and he shifted to hold the man comfortingly. It was minutes later when his cock started to rise that he remembered that they were both naked. Ben's body hair was soft and plentiful. Ted could feel Ben's cock stirring too. And he didn't let go.
"Mack said last week that in accepting Bret into your life he got both of you. If something happens between Mack and me, I don't plan on taking him away. The question from me for you is are you willing to add me to your life?"
Ben pulled back and looked in Ted's eyes for several minutes. "I'm willing to try but I'm not as trusting as Mack."
"Well, Ben, I promise that nothing will happen if you don't want it to happen," I replied, echoing his words from the previous night.
Ben smiled. "From the looks of us, we're both interesting in seeing what happens." He leaned in and started kissing me, then pulled our bodies close together. There was no haste in his kiss. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths – exploring, teasing. His hands ran along my back and butt. My hands were loving the feel of the hair on his back and his hairy chest rubbing against my nipples.
He pulled back a little and kissed my cheek and moved to my ear lobe. He nibbled lightly sending chills down my spine. I moved my head down and licked under his beard at his throat and then nibbled on the hairs at the top of his chest. I moved down to his nipples and bit each one gently causing him to gasp each time. I ran my tongue around the areola and flicked it rapidly back and forth around the now erect nubs. Allowing my tongue to roam further south through his fur, I used my hands to keep his nipples excited. I licked around his button and rubbed my beard downward around the erect cock that was poking at my chin.
I moved my head back and forth allowing the beard to scrape against the sensitive head and then, abruptly, dove on his cock trying to take it all at once. He shuddered and his legs wobbled for a moment. "Mack was right. You are a surprising man," he cried.
I pulled back and twirled my tongue around his cock more, getting the reward of a little pre-cum. I slowly went back down on him, teasing every inch of the way. When I got him as deep as I could, I just held him there for a minute before slowly pulling back off of him.
I continued to suck on him slowly. I reached around and grabbed his ass pulling the cheeks apart and slowly walking my fingers toward his hole. When I got there, I gently tickled it lightly, getting to taste another gob of pre-cum. I didn't penetrate his ass but just gently stroked it.
When I pulled back, I looked up to see his face. His eyes were closed and he was gently twisting his nipples. Leaving one finger to tease his hole, I brought the other around to grab his cock and, using both mouth and hand, pumped him hard and fast.
I must have caught him off guard because his legs buckled a little and I felt a big load pump into my mouth. I struggled to keep it all but managed. I swirled his cum in my mouth, enjoying the taste before swallowing it down.
I pumped his cock gently and licked the last few drops off of the tip. He gasped a little as my tongue dragged across the tip.
I sat back, looking at him. His eyes were still closed and he still had one nipple grasped between two fingers. He was breathing heavily.
"I don't usually come that quickly, Ted. You have a special mouth and technique. My brother was right." He pulled me up and gave me a deep kiss. "Since we still have to ride back and I need to get to the house, I'm going to have to be quicker than I would like."
He fell on his knees and took my cock in one very fast gulp. He pushed me back a little so that my back was resting on a porch rail.
I could feel his throat muscles working around the head of my cock as he reached up to take both of my nipples in his fingers. As he pulled his head back, he gently flicked each nipple sending slight jolts down my spine and through my cock. As he worked up-and-down on my cock, his attacks on my nipples grew.
I could feel the cum rising from my balls and I leaned further back on the rail. His fingers began twisting my nipples hard and I felt the cum rushing. I began to cry outloud and he took me even deeper. As his throat milked my pulsing cock, I felt his tongue lapping at my very tight ball sack. I must have dumped a huge load because when I looked down at him he had my cum dripping off of his chin.
I reached down and swiped up some of the cum and licked it off my fingers as he sucked the last drops.
"We should get together for a longer time, Ted. I'm sure you'd be one hell of a fuck."
"And I'd love to get fucked by you, so long as Mack knows and is ok with it." I grinned. "Which, from what he said before, he would."
He got up and gave me a quick kiss. "We need to get back now but I'll work on that get together."
We spent the rest of the morning getting back to the lean-to. When we got there, Will was waiting with the truck. He drove us back to the ranch, dropping Ben off at the gate and took me back to Jensenville.
I was flattered that Ben wanted to see me again but I wanted to see and to talk to Mack.
Sorry this has taken so long. I just haven't had the time to work on it for the last few months. I'm hoping that I have more time in the near future.
A big BEAR HUG of thanks to those who have written to let me know that they're enjoying the story. [If you want to share any ideas for future installments -- I do have a plan but might be able to put a few suggestions in before the end.]