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Road Trip, Part 6
The next morning, I first felt Jake's meaty hand around my chest, stroking my nipple and the curls of hair on my pec, his arm holding my tight against his hard, furry chest. His cock was tucked into the cleft of my butt cheeks, half hard, and straining against my well-drained balls and my well-used hole. Last night, Jake had brought me to new heights of pleasure, and had sucked, pumped, and screwed me from one end to the other, until I fell exhausted against his chest and fell fast asleep on his king sized bed.
Now, as the early morning light filtered through the window, I felt his thick cock stir again, and grow against my hairy butt, and rub against my balls. The thick, coarse hair around his cock and belly rubbed against my butt and my back, as he continued to stroke and pull on my eager nipple. Jake's thick beard rubbed against my shoulders, as his bearded lips opened around my deltoid shoulder muscle, his teeth nipping my skin, his beard softly caressing my shoulder, then my neck, and up into my beard.
We kissed, our moustaches entwining their whiskers in each other's furred lips, our tongues tasting each other's wet and eager mouths, as I remembered the heat and thrusts of his hard cock where now my cowboy lover's tongue played with me.
Jake reached over to the head board, and found another condom. He tore it open with his teeth, and then rolled it onto himself, as his hand rubbed against my now growing cock, and eager balls. He rolled me over onto my belly, my ass now open to his need, as he gripped the inside of my thighs and moved them further apart, and then groped my ball sac, rubbing my nuts inside their hairy sac, until they begged for relief, until my cum again began to rise, and I wanted to spurt my seed for Jake one more time.
My silver bearded lover wet his fingers in my mouth, and then pushed them into my hole, giving me a bit of a lube for Jake's oncoming thrusts into my chute. My hole opened eagerly, awaiting his love making sword, and I could smell the hot, eager sweat of my lover's armpits, as he pulled on my hips until his hard cock entered my hole, until every inch of his massive cock was fully embedded in my eager hole, his balls firm against the skin of my butt.
I had raised myself up on my elbows, so I could look around to my lover as he mounted me, his bearded face breaking into a grin, as his cockhead thrust to its full length inside of me. Jake planted both of his strong, sun baked arms on either side of my rib cage, and moved his belly and furry chest onto my back, fully enveloping me in his manhood, his lean, muscular self, and began to pump into me, withdrawing his cock until just the head was probing my hole, and then, thrusting back in, again and again.
Each time, his uncut cockhead rubbed and pushed against my prostate, sending shivers of pleasure through my brain and to the end of my own pulsating, eager cock, as Jake kept dancing the dance of ancient lovers. We greeted the dawn, two bears, two hard cocks, thrusting.
Jake reached around my hard waist, until he found my eager, straining cock, and gripped it in his rough, bronco toughed fist, and pumped me in time with his own eager, hard thrusts.
Jake rode his eager, wanting bull for some time, until his belly and chest were wet with horny sweat, his armpits dripping their lusty sweat onto my back, until drops of his sweat mingled with the sweat from my own armpits, and rolled into my chest, wetting and gathering on my bouncing, stiff nipples, and falling onto the sheet below our writhing bodies. I could hear the hard rhythmic squeaks of the bed springs, and the moanings of the frame, along with the slaps of his balls against my horny flesh, as Jake pummeled my hole.
At last, Jake reached his climax, and sent a half dozen spurts of his seed into my willing, hot chute, his cock finally triggering my own release, as I spurted my jism into Jake's moving hand and onto my own furry belly and chest, the last spurt dribbling into the fur of my balls.
Jake pulled out of me, and yanked off his filled condom, and rubbed his still dripping, still hard cock on my ball sac, mixing our seed and soaking my balls in his juice.
Exhausted and spent, we rolled off the bed and headed for the shower, where we tenderly washed each other, each of us now so intimately familiar with our lover's body, each inch now no longer a stranger to the other, after our long evening of lovemaking by the fire. It was hard to believe we had just met last night.
Jake padded into the kitchen, just wearing his jeans, his bronzed torso picking up the yellows and gold from the morning sun streaming into the house, and started the coffee. I threw on my jeans, and followed his lead in coming to breakfast bare cheated, and helped him stir up the biscuits.
A few minutes later, as Jake and I were sampling the first mug of fresh coffee, Jim and Tex came through the back door, both grinning from ear to ear.
"Morning," they chirped, as Tex poured each of them a mug of coffee, and sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for the biscuits, and watching Jake cook the sausages, and crack the eggs.
"Did you boys sleep well out at the bunk house?" Jake asked, with a laugh.
Tex blushed a bit, and Jim said that he learned a lot about bronco riding from Tex.
As we tore into the pile of steaming biscuits, and the heap of sausage and scrambled eggs, we laughed about our evening activities. Jake led the discussion, talking about how men are such knowledgeable lovers with other men, and that man to man sex is really the ultimate form of love making.
Jake soon got around to discussing his use of the cowboy cock ring and his Asian love beads, causing me to blush as he described my Thai style orgasm last night. Jim looked over at me, and grinned, winking. And, I knew he was eager to make use of my new talents and knowledge.
As we lingered over our third mugs of coffee, Tex announced that he and Jim were going to head on up to the upper ranch that day, so Jim could see how the crew operated, and to get some firsthand experience with a cattle drive.
Jake then suggested that he and I take a ride up to a small, alpine lake he knew about, at the foot of one of the larger peaks in the valley, so I could get some experience riding a horse, and so I could see more of the beauty of the ranch.
Making quick work of the dishes, we set about packing our lunches, and heading off to our respective destinations. Just as Tex was closing up their lunch box, Jake disappeared into his bedroom, and returned with a string of beads, and a small leather bag filled with condoms and lube.
"You boys will need these," Jake said. "There's a nice swimming hole on Elk Creek, just after the turnoff to the upper ranch. Tex knows it well. That'd be a good place for you boys to stop for coffee this morning, and have a little bit of cowboy delight. We expect a full report tonight at dinner."
Tex and Jim both blushed, and then looked at each other, and started to grin.
Soon, Tex and Jim were off in Tex's pickup, trailing a horse trailer with two fine horses. Jake was busy loading our own horses and we left in the opposite direction.
We drove down a gravel road for about a half hour, until we came to a trail head, and an old split rail corral, and a hitching post. Jake unloaded the horses, and saddled them up, and helped me mount a beautiful Appaloosa. Jake's horse was a stunning blond Palomino.
We rode up the trail, the sky a brilliant blue, and soon left the sagebrush for the beginnings of a mountain fir and spruce forest, with scattered stands of aspen, their leaves shimmering in the light summer breeze.
It was warming up a bit, and Jake soon shed his shirt, and I followed his lead. It was a joy to follow him, watching his strong muscular back move in time with his muscular, denim covered butt as his horse walked along the trail. Once in a while, Jake would raise his arm to move his reins or push a branch out of the way, and I could catch a glimpse of the thatch of his thick black armpit hair, wet enough to glimmer in the sun coming through the trees.
We stopped at the edge of a small canyon, and watched the silvery trail of a small creek, flowing through groves of aspen and willow, as the creek moved out into the large meadow. Some wildflowers, mostly orange and red Indian paintbrush and blue lupines, bloomed along the water and up the sides of the canyon. In the distance, rugged Rocky Mountain peaks loomed, some with a bit of snow left over from the winter, glistening in the summer sun.
The air smelled sweetly of creek water, trail dust, and the nearby pines, firs, and spruce.
Jake turned around towards me, as he pointed out a distant peak, and I could see his massive, hairy chest, his muscles flexed and taut, his nipples red and thick, and I knew that I hungered again for the feel of his thick, hard cock on my body.
We climbed up the hillside, up another thousand feet, finally cresting the top of the ridge, and then eased down into a mountain meadow, and, finally to a small lake, rimmed with granite ledges. A small creek ran into the lake, its last ten feet a cascade of cold mountain water, splashing into the blue water of the lake.
We dismounted, and Jake unsaddled the horses. He led them down to the lake, and let them drink from the cool water, and brought them back to where I stood. Jake then hobbled the steeds, so that they could graze in the meadow, and rest from their climb.
I was stiff from my horse ride, my legs tingling and numb from two hours in the saddle. But, after a few minutes, the blood was moving again, and I worked out my stiffness, and came over to where Jake had laid the saddles and saddle bags.
"Pretty place, isn't it?" he asked, as he took off his hat, and began to unbuckle his jeans. In a minute, he was bare assed naked, his beautiful manly body shamelessly open for my eager, horny eyes.
Jake moved over next to me, his large cock dancing on top of his large ball sac, and took off my cowboy hat, the one he had loaned me this morning at the corral, and kissed me lightly on my bearded lips.
"We have a few hours to enjoy this place, before we need to head back, lover," Jake whispered, as he began to unbutton my shirt, and stroke the hairs on my chest. "I brought all my lovemaking tools, and we have plenty of food, and an entire lake to cool off in."
Jake slowly stripped off my shirt, running his hot, wet tongue over my sweaty armpits and chest, sucking on my eager nipples, raising them to points of lust. Pulling off my boots, he made a slow dance of removing my jeans, and my shorts, until my furry body was exposed to the Colorado sun, and Jake's admiring stroking of my beard, chest, balls, and cock.
He knelt down on the grass, and took my hardening cock into his hairy, wet mouth, and ran his tongue over my eager, thick cockhead, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered on the tip, when he was suckling my tits, and rubbing his tongue into my armpits. His expert tongue and lips soon brought me to the brink of cumming, as my breath deepened, and became ragged, desperate for release from Jake's sucking of my cock.
Jake eased off of my hard, aching, wanting shaft, and cupped my balls. He reached over for a condom, and began his now familiar routine of filling the tip with lube and the salve which slowed my cumming, and gently rolled the wet, smooth, gripping latex down my shaft, until the end of the roll was firmly in place at the root of my cock, next to my cum-filled balls. The tip of the condom was flattened, waiting to be filled with my hot jism.
Jim leaned back on the grass, until he was laying flat, and raised his thighs up to his chest, his strong, furred legs spread open, so that his pinkish hole lay open to my cock, his furry butt cheeks and ball sac now drenched in the alpine sun. His chest glowed through the swirls of his white chest hair, damp with his lusty sweat, anticipating my penetration of his hole.
In all the lovemaking that we did last night, on the bear rug by the fire, and in Jim's firm king size bed, I had never fucked him in his ass, my cock being too easily pleased my Jake's expert attention to my own cravings to be sucked, and stroked to my orgasms, again and again, until my balls were drained of their seed, my cock sore to the touch of my bearded cowboy lover's hard tongue and eager, hot mouth.
I stood over Jake's naked, hairy, wet body, looking down on my lover, and surveyed this scene of alpine serenity, the mountain air still in its summer glory, the sun pouring down on our bodies. Every inch of this amazing bear man now wanting me, desiring my cock to fill him, to penetrate and stuff him with every inch of my manhood, to push my balls against the most private, intimate part of his masculine body. To know that this most perfect, most desirable of lovers, wanted me now, wanted to be filled with my hard love tool, brought my cock to its total, aching fullness.
His naked, hungry body now called out for me, for the Dave I had always wanted to become, to mount him, to take him as my own, to satisfy every carnal desire I had for this bear man, and to reach my own release, my own paradise, at last, my true bearness.
Kneeling down, I ran my hands up the insides of Jake's tender thighs, feeling his sensitive skin, and sensing the tension in his muscles, as he waited for me to take him. I moved his thighs farther apart, opening him wide to my taking of him, seeing his nuts move up into his tightening sac, to see his massive, thick, and dripping cock bounce higher with every beat of his heart. Jake's chest rose and fell, as he breathed deeper, awaiting the feel of my love muscle enter him, to take him as my own, to unite us as lovers.
I thrust quickly, violently, urgently into Jake, my cockhead moving quickly up his waiting chute, past his large, thick prostate, until I was buried balls deep into Jake, my belly and chest pushing down on Jake's hard, hairy body, as I consummated my taking of my lover.
I let out a loud roar, coming from deep in my gut, and rushing out of my manly chest, as I took Jake, and thrust into him that first time. The sound of my voice echoed off the nearby granite ledges and filled the lake and meadow with my bull elk bugling, my mating call.
Sweat poured off my face, dripping from my beard, soaking my chest and arm pits, as I drove again and again into Jake's eager hole, my balls rubbing and thrusting into his hair, his very core of his flesh, as my balls tightened, anticipating my blasts of cum.
My lover below me moaned in sexual frenzy, his nipples rising and rubbing against my sweaty fur, his hands gripping my meaty shoulders, holding me next to him, as my hips thrust again and again into his hard, needy body.
I felt the cum rise in my body, and fill me with a fire of lustful need, as I kept entering and dancing into the depths of Jake's cowboy hole, his flesh gripping me tightly, pumping my cock with his strength, as he brought me to the point of no return.
Our thrashings, our mating brought new surges of sweat to our furry chests and pits, as the smell of hot, lusty male rutting filled my nostrils, as sweat soaked my moustache and dripped off my furry chin onto Jake's white beard.
A strong wave of lust built up into my lungs again, and as I felt the first twinge of my cumming. I let out another loud rutting call to the world, expressing in a primal mating call of lust, of manliness, telling the world that I am a man! My vocal chords rang, as every ounce of air in my lungs burst forth in a mating call, all of my lust given voice, all of my essence now fully released.
My entire being erupted into a series of powerful spurts, streams of cum setting my cock and my piss slit on fire as I filled the tip of the condom with my seed, my balls unloading their juice, my muscles trembling, as my cumming released the tensions in every part of my hard, toughened manly body.
As I came, I felt Jake's loins rise against mine, as his massive cock spurted strings of his ropey, pearly cum against our joined, wet bellies and chest, his hips moving against mine, as he spent his seed again and again, until he, too, was fully released.
We lapsed into silence, as our bodies stilled, our breath easing, and we clutched each other in our strong, sinewy arms. I felt Jake's cock oozing the last of his jism against my balls and my thigh, and reveled in the feel of my belly button filled to its furry brim with his seed, and to feel his cum begin to dry on my fur. The smell of fresh cum and lusty sweat filled my nostrils, as I could smell both Jake and my armpits with our manly, horny stink.
We dove into the lake, the cold water refreshing our skin, and rinsing away the sweat and cum of our lovemaking, and we dried ourselves in the sun, as Jake took out our lunch. We ate lustfully, savoring and delighting in the taste of the food, and the cold beer. We reached out again; filling our furred mouths with food, until our beards and chest hair was sprinkled with crumbs.
Jake moved over to my face, as he licked the crumbs of chocolate cake out of my beard and chest hair. He swiped a fingerful of chocolate frosting over the last piece of cake, and frosted my cockhead, and began to gently lick my manhood clean of the rich, creamy goo. This culinary trick soon resulted in my cock rising yet again to the occasion, as Jake swiftly drove me to a quick, hard erection, and, in short order, a load of vanilla to go with the chocolate dessert.
Later, Jake and I swam over to the base of the waterfall, and stood in the water, as the cool water fell on to our heads, over our beards and onto our furry chests and back. Jake kissed me deeply, and then turned me around, so that his cock was firmly against my butt. With one thigh, he spread my legs, and crouched down slightly, bringing his hard cock firmly against my willing hole, and thrust once again into me.
As he pumped his manhood into me, again and again, the cool water fell against my body, as I felt his wet, soft beard against my skin, his hips pumping into me, urgently. My own manhood rose again, as Jake gripped me, and joined his fist into the age old rhythm of his hips, bringing us once again to our union, both cumming again, the cadence of the waterfall matching our spurts.
When we drove up to the ranch house, Jim met us at the corral and helped us unsaddle and rub down the horses. We grained them, and added some alfalfa to their feeding trough, and then walked up to the house.
Tex was busy in the kitchen, but soon appeared at the bar, as Jake was pouring the rest of us a round of his favorite whiskey.
"Tell us about your day, Jake. What did you guys do up there?"