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Mountain Men, Part 3
Caleb awoke about midnight, the late summer air cool against his bare skin. The moon had risen over the high peaks to the east, casting a warm, silvery color over the rugged mountains, the forest, and the creek next to their camp. Amos slept soundly next to him, his rugged, bearded face having a look of contentment, as the muscular half French-Canadian voyageur and the half-Sioux warrior snored softly.
They had feasted on the elk steak, after their frenzied love-making session in the creek that late afternoon, Caleb's hard cock thrusting deep into Amos' eager, hungry mouth, until Caleb spurted his heavy load of jism into Amos' wet mouth, the surplus of his juice dripping down Amos' whiskered chin and onto his hairy, firm pecs.
A few minutes later, Amos was pounding his stiff cock deep into Caleb' ass, pushing Caleb's hard butt and muscular back deeper into the warm, soft grass next to the creek, when the wolf cried forlornly, filling the valley with his cries. Both of them spent, they has risen from the grass, covered in their lusty sweat and spilled cum, and covered with grass seeds and bits of the river sand from the beach. They quickly plunged into the cool, refreshing water, rinsing off their hairy, hard bodies, and dried themselves in the warm afternoon sun.
They had spent the rest of the afternoon leisurely fishing, catching a large trout, and adding that treat to their sumptuous feast of the elk steak, the last of the fresh meat they had butchered from the elk they had shot the day before. The rest of the huge elk had been sliced, and laid out by the fire, slowly drying in the sun and over the smoky fire, ensuring a large supply of jerky for the coming winter.
Now, with the moon rising, Caleb wandered around their camp, checking on the jerky, adding a few sticks of wood to the smoldering fire, and gazing at the brightest stars in the sky, now somewhat dimmed by the rising moon's strong light. He stopped to take a healthy piss against a tree, and, shaking off his well-satisfied manhood, he strode back, bare-assed, to the lovers' bed near the fire.
Amos still snored quietly, his massive chest rising and falling, the blanket pushed down to his waist, baring his chiseled chest muscles, the thick pelt of black, curly hair, and the tender reddish nipples Caleb had fondled that afternoon, in the grass, as Amos fucked him strongly, thrusting his taut butt muscles against Caleb's ass, his balls slapping the naked skin of his lover's ass. Even now, Amos' thick cock swelled, pushing against the folds of the Hudson's Bay blanket, raising the wool blanket, outlining the thick shape of his stalk.
Caleb cherished his memories of waking in the night, feeling Amos' hot, damp cock hard against his back, as Amos snored softly. He loved the dampness of Amos' cockhead, as even in his sleep, Amos would ooze a bit of his juice, his cock nearly always ready for lovemaking.
When they first became lovers, as they paddled the large canoe upriver from St. Louis, where Amos had come to replenish his fur-trading supplies, sell his large piles of prime beaver pelts, and return upriver to his mother's village, deep in what would become Dakota Territory. Now, most of the West remained the domain of the various Indian tribes, and the white men from the United States confined their visits to the occasional fur trapping. John Fremont and other early explorers were just now taking their first adventures in the uncharted lands, tantalized by the explorations of Lewis and Clark, the Astor Expedition, and the wild tales of some of the trappers.
Amos had known that he and Caleb were going to be lovers, even at their first meeting, and Caleb was finally able to accept Amos' love and understanding, as the ways of Amos' mother's tribe, the Sioux, had always accepted every person, giving no bias or discrimination based on who someone slept with. Caleb, a refuge from the rigid social structure of his farm village in the East, flourished with such acceptance, soon feeling free to explore his own sexuality, and began to freely show his love for his lover.
Within a few days, Amos and Caleb became passionate lovers, and Caleb was a quick learner in all the ways a man could give pleasure to another man. He's let his beard grow, as Amos loved making love to a bearded man, and told Caleb that a man's beard was a way to honor the Great Spirit, and to fully realize his own special place in this world, to be a true warrior.
As the creek rippled gently, the moonlight sparkling on the riffles by the boulders forming their swimming hole, the place where Amos had so expertly sucked Caleb's eager, hot cock, Amos looked down at Caleb's inviting, warm chest, and began to drool at the thought of taking Amos' eager, hard cock into his mouth, pleasuring his lover, and awakening him from his erotic dream.
Caleb knelt down beside his sleeping mountain man lover, gently running his fingers over the thick curls of hair on Amos' hard, muscular forearm, and the buckskin thong tied around Amos hard, well-developed bicep. His skin was warm to the touch, soft, the hair moving like a wave, as Caleb stroked the soft, tanned skin of the Sioux warrior.
He moved his fingers across Amos' thick, hard chest, feeling the tightness of the skin covering the large chest muscles, the responsiveness of Amos' large nipples, as his fingers touched the sensitive, thin reddish skin of his tits, and watched the nipples shrink, the ends turning hard, eager to be suckled by Caleb's hungry tongue. Amos always responded eagerly to Caleb's attention to his nipples, the nerve endings seemingly directly connected to Amos' balls and cockhead, and Amos would always moan when Caleb would begin to suck on the tender tits.
Caleb moved over Amos' head, spreading his thighs across Amos' sleeping face, his balls dangling above Amos' mouth, close enough that Caleb could feel Amos' breath against the thin, hairy skin on his ball sack, each breath sending a shiver of pleasure up Caleb's spine, and sending his own cock into a new hardness, his lust once again rising throughout his whole body, his own nipples now responding, and lusty sweat now pooling in the thick hairs of his own armpits.
He could smell the clean, slightly musty, slightly smoky aroma of his Sioux warrior lover, and, as he slowly moved the Hudson's Bay blanket from around the hardness of Amos' hard cock, exposing his manhood and his fat, thick balls in their curly nest of black hair, a new aroma rose up from Amos' groin, a mixture of dried cum, yeasty clean sweat, and the masculine smells of this furry lover's manly jewels.
Amos' balls were nestled in their thick, wrinkled hairy sack, tucked under the base of Amos' thick, hard cock, a bit of pre-cum slowly dripping down the thick stalk, following the line of a large vein that led from Amos' half-covered cock head down to his fat balls. Caleb salivated at the thought of his tongue tasting, once again, Amos' thick, hot cockhead, and rolling down the large covering of foreskin, so that his tongue could explore the ridges of the crown of the cockhead, and lick off the oozing of Amos' juice seeping out of his piss slit.
Even now, a bit of this manly dew glinted in the moonlight, a few drops of the moisture clinging to several tufts of the curly hair at the base of the trapper's cock. Caleb's own cock throbbed strong now, as Caleb gazed down at the hard, furry body of his lover, now open to his own hairy, sweating crotch, his own cock eager to be swallowed by Amos when he awoke, his cock buried deep in Caleb's bearded, wet mouth.
Slowly, Caleb lowered his open mouth around Amos' throbbing cock, until the thick manhood of his lover was deep inside of him. Caleb engulfed his lover's stalk, slowly rubbing its entire length with his tongue, soaking the silky skin with his saliva, the heavy head now deep in the back of his throat. Bits of Amos' juices slid up Caleb's tongue, until Caleb could taste the manly flavors of his lover's cock, a bit of cum, a rich mixture of his pre-cum juices, with a slight hint of the smoke from the fire, and the soap from their bath in the creek that afternoon.
Caleb's hand encircled Amos' thick ball sack, separating the now awakening warrior's balls, as Caleb fondled and stroked his lover's nuts, feeling their fullness and their lusty heat. Caleb moved deeper, underneath the heavy balls, finding Amos' sensitive rosebud, the entrance to his manly chute, sending waves of pleasure and sex to his lover. In response, Amos' cock jumped, sending a wave of new juices out of his cockhead, into Caleb's thirsty, eager mouth.
Amos moaned, and Caleb could feel Amos' strong, hairy arms move, his lover's hands now gripping and fondling Caleb's splayed thighs. A finger curled around Caleb's ball sack, softly stroking the hairy skin, sending waves of pleasure deep into Caleb's brain.
Caleb renewed his tastings and hunger for Amos' now hard, oozing cock, and began to rhythmically pump and lick Amos' cock. In turn, Amos' mouth now found Caleb's hard cock, dancing above his bearded face, and thrust Caleb's love muscle deep into Amos' mouth, where Amos' tongue began to stroke Caleb's hard cock, Amos' fist adding a tightness to the dance.
The lovers sucked each other in silence, finding their well-practiced rhythm in the moonlight, the only sounds they made being the soft, sucking notes of well-lubricated cock skin against the bearded lips of their lover, and the occasional moan as they both began to thrust their hips hard into their lover's mouths. Soon, their dance turned into a frenzy of thrustings, poundings and slurpings, until they joined together, exploding as one, shooting heavy ropes of jism into each other's mouths, drenching tongues and lips with fresh loads of cum, until gobs of pearly juice ran down their lips, past the shrinking shafts of cocks, into their thick beards and the thick hair of their balls.
As they lay in each other's arms, pearly ropes of cum streaked across their naked, sweaty bodies, their lungs still gasping for air, a wolf cried again in the distance, sending shivers across their naked chests, the moonlight sparkling in the spurts of their jism, caught in the curls of their furry bellies, and the whiskers on their chins.
"Lone Wolf cries again, my lover. This is a sign of our good fortune and our strong love."
Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.