The remainder of the weekend was energetic, to say the least.
Tucker and Teddy were out all day Saturday on the horses and they returned tired and both walked with some tenderness -- and it wasn't from being saddle sore. Teddy filled me in on their acrobatics that night, but I'll leave to your imagination what transpired and how many times. No wonder Teddy fell asleep early and slept late on Sunday.
Chad and I were up at dawn on Saturday, looking for big trout at the far reaches of the ranch, where the foothills were steep, the terrain rugged, the river narrow and cold, and the trout holed up in big deep pools.
We took the pickup as far as we could along the dusty two-tracks in the pastures, then hiked along old horse trails until we reached the clear stream. Leapfrogging along the pristine stream we found some big native trout that weren't often fished, so they were wary but worth tempting with our best casts and tiniest flies. It was frustrating, because often you had one, maybe two good casts before the trout was spooked and then you moved on. When we hooked a cutthroat, it was worth all of the time and frustration. They were spectacular!
Being good anglers, we kept only the fish too damaged to survive, but released most of what we caught so they could grow bigger next season. I intended to return to find them.
By noon, it was very hot, even in the shadows of the foothills. We unpacked our sandwiches and retrieved a couple of bottles of beer we'd kept ice cold in the stream, then settled in to rest until the sun slipped below the ridge, the air cooled, and the fish began to rise.
Lulled by a full stomach and couple of beers, we slept in the shade of some ancient trees and woke about 2 p.m., hot and thirsty. Chad got up and stepped to the edge of deeper forest and let loose with a forceful stream of piss. I rolled over and watched his beautiful body in the dappled light, his huge prick half hard from his piss.
My own bladder screamed to be emptied, so I got up and dropped my shorts and wandered over next to Chad and pissed just as he was wringing the last drops. My own cock was half-hard -- almost like a morning woodie -- and it felt great to release the beer into the brush.
Chad watched as I stood shaking the last drops and said, "I could do with a swim."
He kicked off his boots then dropped his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Despite his fair skin he had developed a fair bronze. He was beautiful.
I pulled off my shirt and we walked along the banks of the stream looking for a decent pool to slip into, finding one about a quarter mile upstream in a bend with a tiny sandy beach and alders hanging over the edge. Chad waded in and gave a small yelp; the water was spring-fed cold. He slowly sank into the water and shivered as he sat down.
"The water's fine," he said. "Join me."
I took a tentative step into the pool and froze -- literally. It was cold enough that my balls immediately retreated into my sack and my dick shriveled. I took a few more steps then sat beside Chad in the frigid water and sighed.
"Damn," I said, "I think they've disappeared," reaching for my gonads.
"Here, let me help," Chad whispered and cupped my balls in his hand, which by now was only slightly warmer than the water. We sat that way, cradling each others balls, until it was too cold to sit any longer.
We crept back to the tiny beach and lay in the sun, absorbing the late-afternoon light and warmth. Chad leaned over and cupped my balls again and my cock began its chugging motion to hardness. When I was fully hard, I slipped down toward his crotch and slid my mouth along his half-chubby cock and swallowed him all the way to his pubes. He tasted great and I loved the feeling of a cock pumping to full measure in my mouth.
We played gently with each other for about a half hour, never quite reaching full arousal but never losing interest, either. Chad was a good, considerate lover and I appreciated how he was content to simply appreciate another man's body. It was a perfect place to relax and simply enjoy the company of another man.
Suddenly, we heard a tremendous splash not far downstream and we stood upright to see the cause. Chad caught a glimpse and shuddered. "Bear," was all he said. He pulled me down and into the pool, making the universal sigh for being quiet. He put his head close to my ear and whispered, "Big bear sniffing around our packs. Should have known better than to leave food out. We'll just have to wait until it leaves."
Creeping along the small stream, trying not to splash, we walked until we found a place along the opposite bank where we could climb up above the stream bed and look around. I could see the bear in the distance, obviously occupied with what had been in our back packs.
Teddy pulled me down into the soft grass and whispered, "Let's hope it moves on soon. I don't think we left much to eat, so maybe it will get bored."
We waited in the small clearing listening for bear sounds and very once in a while Chad would slowly stand, look and then sit down again. Finally, he took hold of my cock and slurped it into his mouth. After sliding up and down for a few minutes -- I was hopelessly soft -- he whispered, "No use wasting a quiet moment." He lapped at my balls and then pushed me onto my back, licking at my hole. In spite of my fear of the bear, Chad's actions were having an effect and I pulled my knees higher and spread my legs wide.
He inserted his fingers one at a time, opening me slowly and continued licking my hole and sucking my balls and cock until I was practically panting with desire. Standing up cautiously, he looked toward the bear, then sank to his knees and slid his rock-hard dick into my sloppy hole.
He felt wonderful and I was ready to moan when he placed his hand over my mouth and shook his head no. This had to be a silent, stealth fuck.
He pushed up with his arms and began sliding in and out of me in slow motion, hitting my prostate almost every stroke, driving me crazy. I grabbed onto his bubble butt and pulled him in and out of me, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning. We began rocking faster and he suddenly stiffened, his ass cheeks becoming solid globes in my hands as he shot his cum deep inside. It was too much and my cock spurted between us, coating our bellies and our groins with my fluid.
He went soft and slipped out of me with a soft pop, then rolled onto his side with a panting grin. "Nice," he whispered. Then he stood up and looked over to our resting place and gave a thumbs up. The bear was gone. I sat up, then crouched as all of Chad's load ran down my legs. I shivered and looked, too. No bear -- I hoped.
We cautiously waded back into the stream where we washed our goo off without splashing too much, then climbed onto the bank and began walking back to the tree.
Our back packs were mangled beyond recognition. Chad eventually found his shorts and after scrutinizing the ground for a few minutes, found the truck keys. It would have been a long, long walk back to the ranch house.
We had no serviceable clothing left, so we gathered up the mangled rods and packs and began the walk back to the truck. The bear hadn't found the fish we'd kept on a stringer, so at least we still had dinner. It took about an hour to walk back to the pickup and we were sore, tired, hot, and thirsty by the time we reached the vehicle.
It was too dangerous to go back to the stream for a quick dip or a drink of water, so we climbed into the pickup bare naked (the seats were hot!) and drove back to the ranch house.
Teddy and Tucker had just finished brushing down and feeding the horses when we got back and they were surprised to see us exit the truck naked. Tucker sprang an instant woodie but Chad merely said, "Not now, horn dog," and grabbed the trout and went into the kitchen.
Teddy was walking a little funny and I raised my eyebrow to get a response, but he simply shook his head and said, "Later."
We had a subdued dinner that night, Chad relating our bear adventure -- but avoiding our other bare adventures -- and we all did the dishes and turned in early. I avoided Tucker's advances for a Sunday morning fishing expedition -- I knew he was not interested in fish at all -- and we all lolled around the house until early afternoon when Tucker suddenly announced that he needed to get back to the motel.
I wasn't really sorry to see him go. He was attractive and hot, but he was a little too aggressive for me. I really liked being with Chad and Teddy and knew that our time together was quickly running out. Monday morning Teddy began talking about heading back east and I agreed; it was time to make the transition to our new lives. Chad was disappointed, I think. He had most of August to tend the ranch -- his folks were traveling most of the summer and wouldn't return until the third week of August. So he'd be mostly alone, except for a return visit from Tucker.
We made great time back to New England -- with some great sex in a wooded campsite somewhere east of Pittsburgh.
Teddy and I spent our final days stopping at his house, taking the train into Boston to shop at Brooks Brothers, and getting various things we'd need for Harvard. All too soon school began and our lives changed dramatically.