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Road Trip, Part 3
For the first time, Jim felt my manhood fill his eager hole this afternoon, and then he came in a number of torrents of his cum, as I thrust into him, fondling his hot cock to explode on our hairy bellies and chests. We both gasped and panted from our exertions and our explosions, and slowly regained our breaths. Our lovemaking had filled the log cabin with sounds of our lust and our cumming.
"With all this raw meat around here, I'm ready for some barbeque," Jim said, as he rolled out of bed and padded, bare-assed, into the kitchen. Soon, the smell of broiling steaks drew me out into the kitchen, where I opened a bottle of Ken's special Syrah, and poured each of us a glass of the delicious red wine, grown and fermented within a mile or two of our log cabin on top of the ridge. Our bear's den, courtesy of the winery we had found after a day of driving along the beach.
I sipped the wine, as I watched Jim lean over to check the steaks, his heavy balls swaying between his hard butt cheeks, his furry legs sturdy and strong. He turned to look at me, and I noticed his hard, chiseled chest muscles and large shoulder muscles flex as he reached over for his wine glass.
His face still was flushed with his recent heavy orgasm, and his large, sensual lips split his stubbled face, the afternoon sunlight through the window glinting on his whiskers, now beginning to fill in on his jaw, chin, cheeks, and upper lip. His new beard was starting to come in nicely, and complimented his rugged cheekbones and blue eyes.
"Your beard is looking nice, partner," I said, as I reached over to give him a big hug. We embraced heartily, the fur on our chests rubbing against each other, our cocks touching, as we held on to each other. I could feel the throb of his heart beat against my chest, the warmth of his skin heating me, causing my cock to jerk with yet more sexual excitement.
Our hug was interrupted by the increasingly strong sizzling of the steaks, and Jim turned around to grab them out of the broiler, just before they blackened and caught fire. We finished making the salad and I sliced up a loaf of crusty bread Ken had put in our grocery sack after he made his kind offer of the cabin for the night.
We sat down and ravenously devoured our feast, licking the warm juices from the steak, and the melted butter from the bread off of our moustaches and furry chins. As we finished the last of our feast, and mopped the juices off our plates with the last of the bread, we talked about our sensual feast of lovemaking that afternoon, and the special joys of male to male sex.
Jim asked a number of questions about my sexual history, and my touches and fondlings of his body, and how I knew so much about giving him pleasure. I told Jim about bears, and how many gay men had discovered other gay men, who, like themselves, were big guys, hairy, and masculine, who loved sex with other men.
"There are a lot of bears in our culture, Jim," I said. "As you know, it's hard to be a gay man in our macho culture, especially for men who don't fit the stereotype of a gay man as an effeminate, cock-less figure, who dresses in drag, or unisex clothes."
I explained to Jim that bears are everywhere, and that Ken was very likely a bear.
"Look at him, Jim," I said. "Ken is a sensitive artist, crafting his wine, and living away from other people, content with his work as a farmer, and vintner. He wears his beard comfortably, and dresses for his own comfort, not to impress others. He generously offered us this cabin, and, he knows we are lovers. You could see that in his eyes, when he talked with us. And, here in his cabin, his retreat, there's a painting of a grizzly bear."
Jim had to agree, and he was silent for a bit. He talked about Ken and how attracted he was to Ken.
"I don't want to offend you, Dave. I think you're hot and I want to keep making love with you forever, but I find Ken, well, attractive, and I am curious about what it would be like to make love with him," Jim said, blushing a bit. "But, that's just a fantasy, and I am a faithful man."
"Oh, I think he's hot, too, and I think you need to explore your sexuality a lot on this trip. I certainly wouldn't be jealous if you and Ken fucked each other. It would be good for you. A new lover can bring you to new levels of pleasure, and you can learn new techniques from a new lover," I said.
"And, it would be good for you to have a three way, too, big guy;" I added.
Jim blushed, and looked away. "Ah, well, yeah, but how does that work?" he asked.
We talked more about sex, and the many ways that men can make love to each other, and Jim's face and chest reddened, and his cock hardened, as he began to think of having sex with two other men.
"And, I'd be up for that, too, Jim. Ken is a handsome man, and I'd like to take a good grip on his fat cock. I took a good look at the bulge in his shorts when he was giving you that sack of groceries, and I think we'd both have enough to enjoy with him."
"I bet we could seduce him tomorrow morning, when we check out and give him the key," I laughed.
Jim laughed, too. "I'd like that."
Jim refilled our wine glasses with the last of the bottle of the Syrah, and we talked of our plans for the next few days, and where we wanted to roam. The night air chilled a bit, and Jim started a fire in the fireplace, as I closed the French doors to the deck and the hot tub. Soon, the fresh night air in the house had a slight tinge of wood smoke, and a bit of the fragrance of the wine, and the leftover smell of the broiled steaks. We sat back in our chairs, and savored the delights we had experienced that day.
A beam of white light bounced around the room, and we looked out to see the twin beams of a pickup headed up the road to the cabin. The truck pulled up to the cabin, next to our Mustang, the engine shut off and the lights clicked off, and we saw Ken get out of the truck, carrying two grocery sacks, one obviously filled with wine bottles.
Ken cums to visit
Jim opened the cabin door and we welcomed Ken inside the cabin, now lit only by the fire in the fireplace, and an oil lamp I had lit. Ken wore a red and black flannel shirt, tight around his shoulders and chest, and jeans, which showed off his muscular butt, and his large package. Tufts of reddish chest hair poked out of the top of his shirt. He had left the top two buttons open, and I could see that the thick chest hair grew over his entire muscular chest.
"I'm sorry to intrude on you guys, but I realized after you left the winery that you probably didn't have any food for breakfast, and I wanted you to sample my new wine I've been ageing. It's really a good wine, a blend of Syrah, Cabernet Sauvignon, and Merlot. I've been experimenting with it for the last year, and I think I've finally perfected it," Ken said.
"Well, we never turn down a good wine, especially when it's brought to us by its creator," I said. "Shall we open it now and all have a taste?"
Ken eagerly took out a bottle from the grocery bag, and began to open the wine, as I took down fresh glasses from the bar. He gently poured each of us a glass, and brought the glass to his lips for a taste.
"Wait a minute, Ken," I said. "We have a house rule here. We don't drink wine with our shirts on, and, so, I must insist that we remove your shirt for you."
Jim closed in on Ken, and took his wine glass from him, setting the glass on the mantel. We both reached out to Ken's flannel covered shoulders and explored his strong muscles, and moved over to touch his strong pecs through his shirt. I slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt buttons, rubbing my fingers through his rich, curly chest and belly hair, until his entire front was exposed to our eager eyes and the flickering light of the fire.
Jim pulled Ken's shirt off of his back and out of his jeans, and tossed the shirt in the corner, running his fingers up Ken's spine, and tousling his hair.
"There. Much better. You're more comfortable, and the view's better for us," I said, as I admired Ken's well-built sun-bronzed body, his strong chest muscles covered with dense fur, his reddish large nipples poking out through his hair. His strong abs rippled as he moved, the curly hair moving with every muscle. His hair shined in the fire light, bringing out the reddish tinge in every curl on his body, and his heavy beard.
"I like the view, too. It's nice up here. Real nice," Ken replied.
We picked up our glasses again, and Ken offered a toast, "To new wine and new friends."
We sipped the wine, which was excellent, with a nice smooth finish with a hint of rosemary and black pepper, and admired the fire and the oil painting of the grizzly above it.
"You must like bears, Ken," I said. "This is a beautiful painting."
"Yeah, I like bears. Big, handsome, hairy bears. Big bears like you two," Ken replied, with a grin that split his hairy face. He looked lustfully over to Jim's big cock, dancing above his balls, as Jim poked the fire with a big, stiff wrought iron poker.
"Well, we like you, too, Ken. In fact, we'd both like to get to know you a whole lot better tonight. I hope you're planning to spend the night here. We don't want you driving down that road after drinking wine, and well, we think we can offer you some special hospitality, just like the hospitality you've offered us," I said.
Ken nodded, and we all sipped the rest of the wine in our glasses. Jim threw another log on the fire and then came up to Ken, and gave him a big hug. Jim nuzzled Ken's beard and kissed his lips, and rubbed his hands over Ken's strong back muscles and down to his jeans, grabbing onto his butt cheeks.
Soon, we were both enjoying Ken's delicious, hard body, as we played with his nipples, and fingered his chest and belly hair, and undid his belt buckle. Jim ran his hand underneath the unzipped front of Ken's jeans, pulling out Ken's large, uncut cock, and furry balls. Ken was dressed "commando style" and I could see his lush, thick bush around his cock and balls as Jim slowly pulled Ken's jeans down his butt and down his strong, sinewy legs. My naked cock stirred to life, swelling in anticipation of getting to know Ken a lot better.
Ken knelt down on the carpet in front of the fire, and took Jim's hard manhood into his mouth, gently licking at the bare cockhead, and the hard shaft leading down into Jim's hairy groin and large, furred balls and ball sack. I knelt down behind Ken, and pushed his thighs further apart on the carpet, gaining access to his heavy ball sack, and began exploring and fondling each of his large balls, and rubbing my fingers into his hole. I rubbed one palm across his butt muscles and up to the thick thatch of coarse red hair that splayed across his lower back, and across to his hip bones and contours of the sides of his butt, feeling his firm, warm skin. My cock grew hard, wanting to be inside of Ken, wanting to feel his heat as it pumped its hot head into this big, strong stud, who was bare assed naked, giving my bearded lover a blow job.
Ken's back and shoulders were deeply tanned, as was his butt, and I thought of a delightful image of Ken out in the vineyards, butt naked, pruning and tending to his vines in the hot summer sun, sweat dripping from his hairy pits and furry chest, his big cock flopping around as he moved through the lush green vines.
Jim lay on his back in front of the fireplace, as Ken continued to suck and lick Jim's massive stalk and fat balls, as I continued to probe Ken's hole. I unrolled a condom over my now purplish, oozing cockhead, and down my thick shaft, and then pressed myself into Ken's hole, and rubbed my wettened finger into his hole.
I grabbed Ken's hips, and began to thrust slowly into him, my cock head popping through the rim of his hole and fully into his chute, filling him with my shaft. I plunged deeper and deeper into him, until my balls bounced off of his butt cheeks. My bush rubbed against his hairy butt cheeks, and I watched his strong shoulders flex, as Ken's head moved up and down over Jim's cock. Ken's hairy armpits dripped with his hot sweat, onto Jim's meaty thighs.
Then, I reached around the winemaker's strong waist and fisted my hand around his stiff cock, pumping him in the same rhythm as my thrustings, and matching his rhythm as he sucked Jim.
We traded places, with Jim thrusting into Ken's hole, and me sucking Ken's massive love flute, moving faster and faster as we all reached for our climaxes. Harder and harder we all moved, as the fire light flickered across our furry chests and pulsing buttocks and shoulders, until spurts of cum erupted from all of us, filling condoms and shooting ropey pearls of love nectar across furry chests and bellies and beards.
We collapsed in a hairy, sweaty pile, as we all gasped, our chests and armpits wet with sweat from our thrustings and cumming, as the fire crackled and snapped, sending a bit of wood smoke into the room. The light flickered on the logs and the oil painting of the bear, as we became still. The smell of wood smoke, spicy mellow wine, lusty male sweat, and fresh cum filled the air.
Ken grinned, as he sighed, and reached over to give each of our cocks a gentle squeeze.
"This is mighty fine hospitality, my friends," He said. "As a way of saying thanks, I'd like to open another bottle of my new wine."
As I replenished the fire, Ken opened a new bottle of wine, and we sat on the rug before the fireplace, enjoying the wine, and the evening, and the glow from our lovemaking.
Jim told Ken of his new self discovery of his sexuality, his gayness, and his emerging as a bear, and Ken hugged him, tears running down into their beards, tears of joy and tears of companionship.
Later that night, after we finished the wine, and after we shared our bodies with each other, again and again, and fell into exhausted, satiated sleep in each other's arms, I awoke to look out into the sea, and watched the moon slip silently into the water, the room lit only by the soft amber light of the coals in the fireplace, below the grizzly bear painting.
The next morning
I woke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee, as the early morning light filtered in the window, and heard the sound of hard cock being slurped and swallowed by an eager bearded mouth in the king sized bed I shared with my two lovers.
Ken was on top of Jim, in a 69 position, sucking and pumping Jim's hard, meaty cock, as Jim was busy bathing Ken's huge, dangling balls with his own tongue and lips. I looked over to see furry chests, bellies, and buttocks, and hairy, bearded faces moving in a timeless dance of lust and love.
I reached over to fondle Ken's nuts, and massage his hole, as he thrust into Jim's eager mouth, Jim's growing beard stubble mashed into Ken's hairy cock nest, as Jim's lips encircled Ken's meat and cockroot. Ken's nuts tightened, as he began to arch his back and moan loudly. I fingered his hole, and thrust my fingers deep into him, finding his prostate, just as he shook and thrust hard into Jim's wet mouth, cumming. I felt the cum rush past my fingers inside of him, his prostate draining into his cock, as he kept shooting his cum into Jim's waiting mouth. Jim swallowed, but there was enough cum pumped out of Ken's cock that a large stream of cum drenched the stubble on Jim's chin, and ran into his furry chest.
As Ken's gyrations subsided, Jim began to moan and thrash, as Ken's hot mouth brought Jim to a shuddering climax, cum dripping from Ken's mouth, into his thick, curly beard, and onto Jim's thighs and butt crease.
The two studs' breath slowed, as Ken rolled off of Jim, their hands each gripping and caressing the other lover's cock. Then, Ken opened his eyes and looked at me, and grinned.
"Morning, lover," he said. "Looks like we need to take care of you now."
Both men then tenderly began to explore my hairy flesh with their eager fingers and hands, their mouths attacking my nipples and balls with soft, wet slurps and nibbles, as my cock strained to its full height, leaking pre-cum in the early morning light.
The smell of hot male lusty sweat, fresh cum, and the aroma of brewing coffee roused me to a new level of lust, as I laid back to enjoy this assault on my stiff love flute. I closed my eyes to revel in the feel of two hairy lovers savoring and worshipping my body, as fingers and tongues explored my hairy arm pits, my belly, my nipples, my beard, ear lobes, and the creases and crevices of my groin and my hole.
Soon, I was moaning for release, almost unable to bear the exquisite growing intensity of their attentions, my cock and balls aching for release. Soon, both bearded men were licking and sucking my cock and balls, as my cum rose from my balls and spurted out my cockhead into their eager mouths. Some jism splashed onto my belly and chest, where it was eagerly lapped up by furry lips.
"A nice way to start the day, eh, lover? Ready for coffee?"
Copyright 2008 Oregon Bear