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The Road Trip, Part 7
He awakened me this morning, his furred mouth surrounding my hardening cock, as he slipped a condom over my swelling shaft and cock tip, to the edge of my curly hair encircling my balls and cock, his hot breath warm against my belly and thighs. His strong, rough hands once again familiarly pinching and rubbing my eager nipples, arousing me to want to shoot my seed again into my cowboy lover's willing mouth. Jake's other hand cupped my balls, rubbing each nut gently, urgently, moving them under the fur of my tightening scrotum.
Lost in this intimate attention to my manly tool and sack, I barely noticed Jake's hand leave my chest, until his hand returned to my left nipple, slipping a clamp onto the tip of my now-hard nipple, squeezing the tender flesh, sending a bolt of electricity down my body and firing my balls with a mixture of pain and sexual stimulation. As the voltage dropped just a bit, and I started to let out the gasp of air I had sucked into my lungs when the clamp snapped shut, another clamp gripped my right tit, repeating the jolts of pain and pleasure.
I gripped Jake's naked, furred shoulders, as I moaned, my lustful, painful cry filling the bedroom with my desire once again. This room had become my shrine of sexual delight and fulfillment, a place where Jake and I had made love, again and again, these last three days and nights, a place where his endless variations of lovemaking were carried out on and in my willing, aroused, insatiable body. I had lost count of the times I had climaxed, the dozens and dozens of explosions of my seed, my countless moans and cries of lust, ecstasy, and release.
Now, Jake was again showing me new pleasures, as the tit clamps brought my chest to a new level of sexual desire, the tightness of the metal clamps amplifying the pulses of excitement Jake was sucking from my cock, as he began to lick and pump my willing, hard cock.
By now, Jake knew so well my pleasure spots, my rhythm of thrusting and pumping, as he expertly brought me to the special place of anticipation he desired to bring me to, at any one moment. As I came close to my point of no return, he slowed, and gripped the underside of the tip of my cock, until the pressure to cum eased, my cock still demanding to be brought to my point of no return.
Jake ran his hand up my belly and over my now sweaty chest again, gently tweaking and pulling on the tit clamps, sending yet more bolts of pain and lust down into my balls, filling my brain with new, intense lust, setting my entire nervous system on fire, filling my brain with hot, white heat.
Again, he resumed his wet attention to my hungry cock, and I felt his thick fingers enter my hole, and move up to push against my prostate, again miraculously filled with my love juices after being drained by my lover just a few hours ago. Plunging down and sucking up my shaft, Jake brought me again to my point of no return, and then quickly pushed against my prostate, setting my balls on fire.
Just as my first shot of cum was starting to hurdle through my cock, Jake unsnapped the clamps on both my tits, releasing blood into my hot tits, and sending yet even more fire into my chest, and down to my balls, my entire body now ablaze with an utterly complete frenzy of sexual release, cum shooting once again into the tip of yet another condom on my erupting manhood.
As I began to regain some sense of consciousness in my spent and fulfilled body, Jake gently released my cock from his mouth, leaving my waning shaft to rest in the fur of my balls and groin. Jake licked his way up my sated body, his moustache and bushy beard rubbing against the hair on my belly and chest, until our beards mingled, his lips touching and kissing my lips, for the last time.
"It's been quite a ride, cowboy," I wheezed, still trying to regain my breath after this firestorm of an early morning orgasm. "This time together has been unbelievable."
"I'll never forget it, Dave. You've given me so much, you've been so open to all of my fantasies, all of my desires, all of my dreams," Jake replied. "I want you to share these experiences with Jim, to teach him what real man love is all about."
Jake talked about his hopes for his nephew, and his need to be a fully realized man. His nephew, Jim, and I were leaving today, to resume our road trip, and I began to realize how much these couple of days with Jake, in Jake's bed, had taught me about my own body, my own sexuality, my own being.
We pulled away from the ranch house, Uncle Jake giving us a hearty wave from the porch, and Jim ran the gear shift of the cherry red Mustang through its paces until we were rolling down the road to the highway. Our visit to the ranch introduced both of us to the life of working cowboys, horse rides into pristine mountain meadows, and the lovemaking talents of buckaroos. My cock and balls still ached joyfully from the attentions of Jake.
"I didn't see Tex on the porch when we left," I said to Jim, as we turned onto the highway. "Did he go back to take care of his calves?"
Jim grinned. "No, not hardly. His calves aren't much on his mind this morning. Tex is still a little shy about all of the male loving going on with all of us these last few days, and didn't quite know how to approach Jake about wanting to screw him. So, after breakfast, Tex and I went into Jake's bedroom, where he stripped off all of his clothes. I gagged and tied him up pretty tight, and then left him on Jake's bed, naked as a jaybird. As we were leaving the house, I put a note on top of Jake's coffee mug, that said we left a present for him on his bed."
"I bet they're having a helluva fuck fest right now," I laughed. "Jake told me this morning he had the hots for Tex, too, but didn't quite know how to get Tex into his bed."
"I guess I don't have to worry about my uncle being so lonely now on his ranch," Jim chuckled. "He's got a good cowboy to ride."
We drove through the mountains the next several hours, until we came to a small town at the foot of the most rugged, massive peaks we had ever seen, and stopped at a large hot spring fed pool in the city park. Easing our aching bodies into the hot water, we both felt the sore muscles from our horse rides and work on the ranch flow away in the steaming water, as we took in the majesty of the granite mountains, and the clear mountain air.
That night, we camped at the foot of the Rockies, on the edge of the Great Plains, in a secluded little campsite by the side of a roaring creek. Both of us were tired, not only from our drive, and the horse rides of the last several days, but also from the long evenings of lovemaking we had both experienced at the ranch, me with Uncle Jake, and Jim with the foreman, Tex.
We'd both been willing partners, both wanting to try new lovers, and to expand our own lovemaking talents, knowing that we would come back together, each a richer, more confident, experienced lover, bringing the fruits of our sexual adventures back to our bed, giving our lover new delights.
After dinner, we sat in front of the fire, looking at the stars and the moon rising over the prairie, shining on the mountains, and sipped from a bottle of Jake's whiskey he had given us this morning as we said our good byes.
It was a warm evening, and, as it was our tradition to always drink bare-chested, we had each stripped down to our shorts, my arm around Jim, holding my lover close to me. Silently, we watched the moon rise higher in the sky, and the fire burn down to coals, as we slowly sipped whiskey, enjoying its earthy, golden taste.
It was good to feel Jim's skin next to mine, and there was enough light from the coals that I could admire his strong muscles on his lean body, thick swirls of hair covering his large chest and washboard belly. His broad, reddish nipples peaked out of the hair on his pecs, his thick biceps pushing into the hair on his chest as he flexed his arm to sip from the bottle.
I admired Jim's beard, now about ten days old, noticing that his whiskers had begun to curl a bit, and that the new fur defined his strong jaw, and his firm, manly cheekbones. His new moustache was becoming the focal point of his handsome face, and the ends of his 'stache could easily be shaped into an attractive handlebar 'stach, one that I'd love to have rub all over my willing, eager body.
"I'm lovin' your beard, partner," I said. "It's looking real nice on you. I hope you're planning to keep it. I'd like waking up next to it every morning."
"Yeah, I'm liking it, too. I'm comfortable with my beard now, just like I'm finally comfortable with who I am," Jim replied.
We talked about our lovers at the ranch, and the desires and lusts those men had stirred up, and how they lovingly brought us to our urgent release, again and again. We spoke of their gentle, kind, and persistent attention to our needs, and each of us, in return, brought the cowboys to the pinnacle of their lust, releasing their seed from their needy, yearning balls.
"My times with Tex have taught me so much about real male sex, and I have so much more I can give to you, Dave," Jim said, as he moved his arm around me, completing our embrace. "I understand myself so much better now, my sexuality no longer something to be ashamed of. Instead, I know my lust, my drive to be a great lover of men is a gift, and I need to be fully involved in lovemaking, not just a bystander."
"These experiences with you, and with Ken, the winemaker, and with Tex have brought me out of my shell, and have let me realize who I really am," Jim continued.
"You've given me so much, Dave, and now, for the rest of this trip, I want to give myself freely to you, to bring you joy, to be your complete and total lover," Jim said, as he hugged me and put his furry face on my shoulder.
We talked about making love with each other that night, by the fire, under the moonlight. We'd both been on the receiving end of an incredible blow job that morning from our cowboys, and had cum more times in the last week than what seemed like our entire lives.
"Maybe we should rest up tonight, lover, and get some real sleep. We have the rest of this trip to get reacquainted, and to teach each other what we learned about what real men do on a ranch," Jim said.
I agreed, sleep beckoning me, and we both stripped off our shorts and climbed our sleeping bags, zipped together by the fire.
As I laid back, looking at the stars, Jim moved around me, and I felt the rough fibers of a rope against my balls and cock, as Jim quickly tied a calf's hobbling rope tight against my groin, encircling my balls, and my manhood, and causing my cock to remember one of Jake's many lessons.
"Just have to make sure the livestock is secure for the night. We don't want things to get loose before morning," Jim chuckled, as he laid his furry head on my chest, and wished me a good night.
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear