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Road Trip, Part 5
After we hit the showers again, to wash off our cum from each other's bellies and chests, and to clean our sweaty armpits and crotches, Jim and I toweled each off and put on the clean clothes we had brought in from the car.
Jim put his hand on my still bare shoulder, gave me a long, lingering kiss on my moustached and bearded mouth, and hugged me.
"You are a wonderful lover, Dave. I've really needed you on this trip. My spiritual quest was a real earthquake in my life, and I'm feeling so good about myself and my life now. I realize who I am now, for the first time in my life. And, your lovemaking has brought me to a new level of peace and satisfaction. I just can't thank you enough," Jim whispered, as we embraced, bare, hairy chests tightly held against each other by our beefy arms.
Jim talked excitedly about seeing his uncle Jake, and wanting to share with him his new discoveries, and his experiences with the vision quest. We were going to stay with Jake for a few days, and I was eager to see how a real ranch operated, and to meet Jim's uncle, who was his real advocate and mentor for much of Jim's life.
"I'm looking forward to meeting him," I said. "And I hope you get to spend some time with the foreman, Tex. He's a real nice man, and I think he'd be willing to play around with you some."
I told Jim about my bull riding the last few nights, and he grinned, anticipating the chance to get to know Tex better.
"I always wanted to be a cowboy," Jim said. "Maybe this is my chance to get some time in the saddle."
Freshly showered and clad in our clean jeans and T shirts, we drove a couple hundred of yards up to the ranch house, a turn of the century, freshly painted two story house on top of a small rise, overlooking the meadow and a number of "14 ers", Rocky Mountain peaks at least 14,000 feet high. The house had a porch all the way around it, with a number of rocking chairs.
Jake greeted us as we came up onto the porch, opening the screen door, and giving Jim a big hug. They embraced for a long minute, and I was able to take a good look at Jim's favorite uncle. He was a big, muscular fellow, who filled out his short-sleeved cowboy shirt with large, rippling shoulder muscles, not an ounce of fat on his large frame. His broad chest strained the snap buttons on his shirt. And his muscular buttocks filled the seat of his tight boot-cut jeans. His belt buckle was silver, engraved with a cowboy riding fast out of a rodeo chute, a short rope clenched in his teeth.
He had a head full of silver, curly hair, which blended into his bushy silver and white beard and moustache, the beard long enough to hide his neck. The hair grew high into his cheeks, and curled across the lower half of his face. His moustache was thick and long, and, after their hug was over, I could see that his moustache covered most of his thick upper lip. His face was tan, and was as dark as the skin on his large, muscular forearms, which were covered by coarse, white hair, and a Marine Corps tattoo.
I sneaked a look at his crotch and could see a nice, tempting package of a long, thick cock and ample balls.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Owens," I said.
"Please call me, Jake. All my friends do, " he replied, grasping my hand in a firm, warm grip, as he put his other hand on my shoulder and drew me in to a strong embrace. I could feel the strength in his chest muscles, and he smelled faintly of saddle leather, sagebrush, and soap.
"Come on in. It's time we opened up the bar. What do you want?" Jake asked, as he ushered us into the living room. The house was paneled in knotty pine planks, and there was a large Rocky Mountain elk head of a five point bull above the stone fireplace. Large leather couches and chairs filled out the room, and there was an antique wood bar at one end of the room.
"I'm drinking whiskey," Jake said, and we agreed to join him.
We talked about our trip, and our adventures. A minute later, I heard some noises from the kitchen, and I heard footsteps coming towards us. I looked over to see Tex come into the room. Jake introduced us, and was not surprised when I told him I'd met Tex a few days before.
Tex shook my hand warmly, and gave me a smile. When no one was looking, he gave me another grin, and winked. I winked back and returned his grin with one of my own and a nod.
"Tex is joining us for dinner, tonight," Jake said. "The rest of the crew is up on what we call the "upper ranch", moving our herd to another pasture. They won't be back for several days, and that would have left Tex all alone in the bunkhouse."
Jake poured Tex a drink and we chatted a bit about ranching. I caught Jim's eye several times, as he glanced at Tex and smiled back at me. I could tell Jim thought Tex was a cowboy worth riding.
I knew that Jim wanted to talk to his uncle about his vision quest and tell him that we were lovers. So, when Tex excused himself to return to the kitchen, I offered to help. We left Jim and Jake in deep conversation, as I followed Tex back to the kitchen.
"Good to see you again, Tex," I said. "I really enjoyed your company last night. You're quite a ride, you know."
Tex blushed, firing up his cheeks, and I noticed that he had kept the salt and pepper stubble on his face. His new bearded look was complimented by his freshly waxed handlebar moustache and firm lips. My cock stirred, remembering the feel of his lips on me last night, and the grip on my cock, as I rode his stiff cock for a full ride.
"Your beard's coming along nicely, Tex. I hope you decide to keep it. It looks real good on you," I said.
"Yeah, I'm beginning to like it this way. Jake likes it, too, and says he likes having another bearded man around the ranch," Tex replied.
We put the finishing touches on the dinner, and called for Jake and Jim to join us at the massive oak table, where Tex laid out a feast of roast beef, mashed potatoes, salad, and fresh sourdough rolls.
The dinner was soon devoured, and we wandered back to the living room, to refresh our drinks, and sat down in the rocking chairs on the porch, to watch the sunset, and enjoy the quiet of the evening in this beautiful mountain valley.
Jake told us several funny stories of Jim's childhood and their great Canadian fishing trip adventure, as we sipped our whiskeys, watching the sunlight fade into a soft, blue light of early evening.
"I better go tend to those calves," Tex said, standing up. "They sure are insistent on getting fed twice a day. "
I urged Jim to join him, so that he could start to get a feel of what ranching was all about.
"Well, I wouldn't mind a bit of company," Tex said, as he and Jim walked down the steps towards the corrals and the bunkhouse.
Jake and I went back to the bar, and refilled our drinks.
"You're a good influence on my nephew, Dave. He thinks the world of you, and this trip has done him a world of good. I can't thank you enough," Jake said, topping off my drink. "He's told me everything about you and him, and I am so glad he's found someone like you to love him, and let him finally be sexually fulfilled."
"They will be down there quite a while," Jake added. "Tex loves those calves, and he loves to show people around the workings of the ranch. And, I like to take a sauna after dinner, and I'm wondering if you'd like to join me. It's all fired up, and ready to go."
I readily agreed, not only because I love a good, hot sauna, but I didn't want to pass an opportunity to see this handsome bear hot, naked, and sweaty.
Jake took me into the master bedroom, with its big four-poster king sized bed, and a large fireplace with a bear rug in front of it.
"I had the sauna built right off of the bathroom here, so, there's a towel inside. Just strip off your clothes and let's get in," Jake said, as he stripped off his shirt, displaying a large, muscular chest covered with swirls of silver curls, and large, reddish nipples. I got out of my shirt and jeans, as I watched Jake drop his pants to the ground, and bend over to take his jeans from his feet, and glimpsed his large, furry balls sway between his butt cheeks.
We grabbed big, fluffy towels from the bathroom, and entered a large, cedar planked sauna, with several large benches surrounding the glowing heater, and a large wooden bowl filled with water and a carved wooden ladle.
The temperature was just right, and I sat down on my towel. There was plenty of room in the sauna, but Jake laid down his towel next to me, and put his muscular, hairy butt just a foot away from my naked cheeks.
The heat penetrated my skin and my bones, and I began to feel the first beads of sweat form in my hairy armpits and around my balls. My chest began to sweat, soaking my curly chest hair, and I felt a drop of sweat run down my cheek into my beard.
Jake began to sweat, too, and his skin began to redden with the heat and the sweat.
"You're a good looking man, Dave. A real looker. Jim tells me you're quite the artist in bed, and you know your way around a man's body," Jake said. "He also tells me that you like to play the field a bit, and you've even managed to get Tex in the sack."
I blushed, not used to such direct talk from a man, especially someone I just met a couple of hours ago.
"Yeah, I do enjoy a good roll in the hay with a man, especially good looking, hairy man. Men like you," I replied, moving my leg over to touch Jake's hairy thigh. I reached my hand over to the top of his thigh and moved it upwards towards his crotch. "I bet you have a lot you could teach me, Jake."
"Well, I like a good man, too, Dave. I just didn't know if you'd find an old coot like me very interesting, especially after being with the likes of Jim and Tex," Jake replied, looking down at the red glow from the furnace.
"Jake, I think you are very attractive, and I'd like to take you to bed, and explore every inch of your strong, hairy manly body," I said, as Jake moved his sweaty arm around my shoulders and drew me closer to his furry chest and body, his armpit hair brushing against the top of my shoulder muscle.
We were both drenched in sweat, and it was time to cool down, before another session in the heat. We grabbed our towels and Jake led me back to the bathroom, to a large, tiled shower stall with two shower heads. He started the water flowing, and pulled me into the water, soaping me down from head to toe, taking his time exploring and washing every part of me. My cock rose, pulling my balls up, as Jake tenderly soaped my balls, and entered my hole with his finger.
"Mmmm," Jake murmured, pushing his finger deeper into me, and rubbing his palm under my furry ball sack. "I like this. I can't wait to pay more attention to this after we finish the sauna."
We kissed, and I ran my soapy fingers through Jake's bushy beard, and I began to clean every inch of his hard, eager body. Jake welcomed my attentions, and moved into my hands and fingers, and the rough sponge I found, as I washed him down. His massive, uncut cock grew in my hand, as I hefted his heavy balls, and rolled them around under my fingers, feeling the hairy texture of his coarse, wrinkled ball sac. I rolled his foreskin down his cockhead, and gently cleaned under his rim and in his piss slit, feeling his heat and the pulse of his heart beat.
Jake turned the water to icy cold, and we reveled in the tingling sensations on our skin, before we returned to the sauna, to again heat our cold, clean skin, and raise up another session of sweating, our pores releasing toxins and dirt, and easing the tensions in our muscles.
The second session in the sauna felt better than the first. As we had just been showered in icy water, we could take the heat better this time, giving us time for more conversation. Jake reached down to my crotch and felt my cock and balls, as he held me close in the heat of the dark cedar room.
"It's been a while since I've been with a man, Dave. I want tonight to be special for both of us. I want both of us to have an adventure tonight, and try something new," he whispered.
"I'd be up for that, Jake. You seem to be a man who's comfortable in his own skin, and you could probably teach me a thing or two," I replied, as I reached over to his chest and fondled his large nipple, feeling the rich, thick pelt on his chest with the back of my hand.
We both began to sweat again, feeling the last of the poisons from our skin drip out, soaking the towels underneath our bare butts. Now completely drenched in hot sweat, we finally surrendered to the heat, and returned to the shower, again soaping and cleaning each other. This time, Jake ran the rough sponge over me, giving my skin a pinkish glow and a feel of sensory delight.
I soaped up Jake's hole, and rinsed, and soaped him up again, feeling the tightness of his rosebud against my fingers, as the water ran over his strong, dimpled butt cheeks, and up into his hole.
We dried each other with fresh towels, and Jake tenderly kissed my lips, running his fingers through my beard.
"I've never been with a man with a beard before, Dave. I'd like to feel that beard all over me," Jake said, as he hugged me, our rising cocks touching each other, our hairy chests, bellies, and groins mashed together.
Jake took me back to his bedroom, as he lit a fire and gathered some condoms and lube from a bedside drawer. He picked up a short rope, and a string of beads, and set them down by the bear rug in front of the now blazing fire. He lit several oil lamps, and turned out the lights, and I watched the flickers of the fire dance over the shadows of his muscular, naked, waiting body.
We lay down on the rug, and I felt the rich, thick fur rub against my skin, as Jake tenderly kissed me and ran his hand down my chest, caressing the curls of my chest pelt, and teasing my nipples between his calloused thumbs and fingers.
I spread my legs wide, as Jake moved down to run his hands through the hair around my cock, and around my ball sac, cupping and holding my eager balls in his meaty hands. As he held my balls, he kissed me again on the lips, whispering how much he wanted me, and how he didn't want this evening to end.
I rolled him over, and began to taste his clean hairy chest, his rich, thick, eager nipples, and down to the forest of his crotch, and soon I was running my tongue up and down his hard cock shaft, and nuzzling his balls with my beard and 'stache. I opened a condom, and gently rolled the latex down over his thick, pulsing cockhead and down his shaft to the forest around his cock root, at the top of his willing balls.
Fondling his tightening ball sac, I drove my bearded lips down and down his shaft, then rising, then falling, as I pistoned his now heaving cock. Jake's balls rose in their sac and I could feel his sweaty chest rise up off of the bear rug, as he gasped and moaned for release. I pushed and teased his trigger point underneath his balls, and Jake began to shoot his cum into his cock head, filling the tip of the condom with his jism, again and again, each pulse accompanied by his moaning and a big gasp of air expanding his massive chest.
I held Jake's slowly subsiding cock head in my warm, wet mouth, and cupped his now dropping balls, as his breath began to return to normal, his furry chest still wet from his exertions.
"You're some lover, Dave. But, we've only just begun to have fun," Jake said, as he rolled me over onto my belly, stripped off the well-filled condom, and straddled my naked buns with his hot crotch, his cock leaking the last of his cum into the crack of my butt, until drops of his cum ran over my hole and onto the hairy base of my balls.
I felt Jake reach over and grab something, and then he took both of my wrists, and quickly wrapped and tied a rough rope around them, until I was tied, and helpless.
"This rope is what I use to tie calves down, after we've lassoed them, when we're working the range. You see cowboys doing it at rodeos, to beat the clock. We don't do it for sport here at the ranch," Jake said, as he rubbed my shoulders and reached around to touch my furry face. "Well, maybe until now."
He stood up, and I watched his cock sway against his balls, as he threw several logs on the fire, and took our glasses out to the bar. The room was silent, except for the crackling of the fire, and my breath, and I could feel the scratchiness of the rope against my wrists. I could hear the clink of ice into glass at the bar, and then Jake's barefooted steps back into the bedroom. He closed the massive oak door, and turned the lock.
Jake returned with full glasses, and propped me up, holding my glass so I could take a few sips of his good whiskey. We looked into the fire, and I could feel the warmth of his arms around me, and the warmth of the whiskey in my throat.
"No sign of either Jim or Tex," Jake said. "I bet they're having a real intimate conversation. They might be up all night."
A burning log fell, and Jake took the heavy poker, and shoved the log back onto the grate.
"It gets mighty lonesome on this ranch, sometimes," Jake said. "And a man has plenty of time to think about things he wants to do with his cock. So, tonight, we're gonna do some things I've been thinking about, for a long time." My cock twitched in anticipation.
Jake ran his fingers along my furry face, and rubbed his beard into mine, licking my full lips with his hot, wet tongue, and wetting my moustache.
We finished our drinks, Jake rubbing my furry chest with his meaty hand, as the last of my whiskey ran down my throat. He ran his large hands down my bearded throat, and hairy chest, following the warm trail of the whiskey, and caressed my nipples, making my chest burn with pleasure and desire.
"It's time to show you some cowboy love, partner, "Jake said, as he reached under my butt cheeks and caressed my balls. "We're gonna to real slow, now. Especially since we have all night."
Jake rolled me over on my back, and moved between my legs, moving my knees and thighs around on each side of his mighty hips, as he sat up on the rug, next to my balls and hole. My cock jumped from side to side, in anticipation of what was to cum.
Jake opened a tube of lube, as I watched him over the length of my body, my view framed by the hairs on my chest, and erect nipples, my open thighs and Jake's massive, naked body next to my crotch. He took a large squirt of the lube, and rubbed it against my hole, and then, moved his fingers inside of me, drenching my chute with the slippery stuff, and touching the back of my prostate, causing my cock to jump.
"Enter me, Jake. I want to feel your big cock inside of me," I moaned.
"Oh, not yet, Jake, not for a long time. I have other pleasures planned, ones you've never experienced, "Jake said.
Jake reached over and took the string of beads in his hand, running his fingers over each one of the large, glass shapes. He squirted more of the lube on them, and ran his fingers over the string, until the beads shined in the flickering light.
"I discovered these on a trip to Bangkok, when I was in Nam," Jake said, as he began to push the wet, slippery string up through my rosebud hole and into my chute. I felt each bead as it entered me and passed by my prostate, swollen with my love juices. My muscles clenched against the beads, and I felt their fullness inside of me.
My cowboy lover then began to caress and tongue every inch of me, rubbing, fondling, and exploring every muscle, every fold, every crevice, every orifice. He moved around me, over me, and sometimes, into me, as I closed my eyes to concentrate on the series of sensual delights in his touch.
His cock explored my chest, and Jake rubbed his hard cock head against my nipples, and I felt the juices of his pre-cum wetten and harden my eager nipples. He touched my damp moustache with his manhood, and I could smell his manly jism and pre-cum fill my nostrils with his intimate scent, causing my cock to pulse even harder.
He opened a condom package, and began to fill its reservoir with a squirt of lube. Then, he opened another tube, and squirted a bit of that liquid into the tip.
"This'll slow you down, Dave, so you won't cum so fast. We're gonna go real slow tonight, and I want you full and hard for a long time. We have plenty to do, and I want you to enjoy everything I have in mind for us tonight," Jake said, as his fingers started to unroll the tube of supple latex.
Jake began to grasp my cock, and slowly unfolded the already wet condom down my full length, the contents cool against my purplish, hot cock head.
The silver-haired bear took out another condom and repeated the steps, and then unrolled it onto his massive stalk, nearly stretching the latex to its limit.
He reached around my back and loosened the rope around my now-stiff and aching wrists and retied it around my cock and the base of my balls, cinching it up so it was firm against my cock, and I felt its tightness against the upper part of my sac, moving my balls down into their furry, wrinkled home.
"It's a cowboy cock ring, Dave. It'll keep ya hard while I suck and stroke you, "Jake said, as he moved over me, his mouth over my raging manhood, and his thighs straddling my bearded face and eager mouth.
My shaggy, muscled lover then slowly sucked me and tugged on my new cock ring, until I was ready to explode. I begged for release, moaning his name, as my face mashed into the hairs on his balls and crotch.
Jake slowed, and stopped, and then gently ran his fingers along my thigh.
"Not yet, my friend. We're climbing higher mountains, you and I," he said, his sweaty chest drenching my belly fur.
Again and again, we climbed the mountain, Jake first tending to my needs with his lips, then his tongue, and sometimes, his hand. And, again and again, I called for release, only to have Jake slow, and move to another part of my now sweat-drenched, eager body.
Jake stood up, after I was, again, at the verge of exploding, and put some more wood on the fire. New flames leaped above the log, matching my lust, my desire.
"Are you about ready, Dave? Is it time to climb to the top?" Jake asked, as my breath had eased and I was no longer writhing with lust.
I moaned my answer, thrusting my now aching, desperate cock towards his furry lips. "Oh, God, yes. I'm....I'm beyond ready," I cried.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Dave again ran his hairy lips and chin over my needy body, and again moved down on my cock, tenderly licking its sheathed surface, and gathering my head and shaft into his strong, wet mouth.
He moved slowly this time, and I could feel the cum building again in my balls, held tight by the rope tied snugly around my hard cock and my aching, needing balls. We moved higher, as I breathed the deep, rich, musty smell of his crotch, his hard cock moving against my beard, his balls rubbing my face and beard, as I thrashed in ecstasy below his body, the shadows of his balls and cock outlined by the flickering of the fire against his muscular thighs and hairy chest.
Finally, I reached the point of no return, and began to feel the familiar, the welcome pulse of my balls and cock, to finally feel my cum shoot through my cock. Then, I felt a strange, delightful sensation, as Jake began pulling on the string of beads nestled in my hole.
The first bead moving past my prostate caused my cock to erupt in a fire of spasm, as I shot a huge wad of cum into the tip of my cock, into Jake's hot and eager mouth. Again, another bead was pulled, and I shot another huge ejaculation.
Again, and again, and each time, I shot more that what I thought my balls could possibly hold, my nerves sending a firestorm of delight through my cock and into my brain, my entire body on fire with lust and joy. My entire being vibrated with the release, the sensations of shooting of what seemed like gallons of my cum into Jake's waiting mouth. I thrashed and yelled in ecstatic release, my balls drained completely, my cock now numb after cumming hard and deep, again and again, until I had nothing left to give.
Jake gently caressed my heaving, wet chest, as I fell into a deep, dream state, fully satisfied and exhausted.
We spent several more hours making love in Jake's big bed, until we fell fast asleep in each other's arms, the fire now reduced to smoldering, hot coals.
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