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The Road Trip, Part 8
I awoke to the feel of Jim's mouth enveloping my hard cock, his moustache and beard rubbing against my cock hair and balls, on the down stroke of his tasting of my cock, his tongue hard against my shaft, and the underside of my cockhead. As I looked down my hairy chest and belly, I could see his head bobbing up and down over my crotch, his muscled shoulders and back muscles rippling with his rhythm, the mounds of his meaty buttocks silhouetted against the dawn sky, white furred skin against a deep blue sky and orange-tinted clouds.
The early morning light along the creek bank lit the green willows along the creek that gurgled and flowed nearby, and I heard the songs of meadowlarks and red wing blackbirds, as Jim eagerly pushed and pulled up and down on my morning woody. His warm hand cupped my rising balls, as he gently fingered my sack, feeling my full nuts, and tugged on the coarse fibers of the rope he had tied against my balls and cockroot the night before, just before we fell asleep in each other's muscular arms.
"I'm liking the way you are taking care of the cattle this morning, Jim," I sighed, as Jim tugged again on the rope, sending new tingles of expectation through my groin, sending pulses of heat up through my chest and into my brain, my skin now on fire with anticipation of what Jim could do to me.
My lover then moved up higher on me, rubbing his beard through the fur on my hard belly and up into my chest, suckling and nipping my stiff nipples, paying equal attention to each of my red, hot tits. Jim quickly straddled my hips, and I could now see his hard, thick cock waving in the cool morning air, framed against the black curly hairs on his rippled abs and furry chest. He moved his hips and hairy groin down, his butt cheeks rubbing against my wet, hard, wanting cock, and placed my cockhead against the tightness of the rosebud of his hole. Then, he eased me slowly into him, moving an inch at a time, until I was fully engulfed by my bear mate, until I was balls deep inside of Jim.
Jim's thighs pressed against my belly and my ribs, his balls resting on my thick bush, their heat burning against my fur, each time he moved up and down on my cock, firmly gripped by Jim's eager body. With each thrust up and down, I felt my cockhead rub against Jim's full, hard prostate, sending new pulses of desire through my cock and down into my balls, bringing me closer to the end of my morning love journey.
I looked into Jim's face, his beard and moustache glimmering in the early morning light, his eyes closed in pleasure, as he climbed higher on his mountain of lust, his movements quickening with each thrust of his hips. With my finger, I ran along his lips, feeling his new moustache against my skin, rubbing his bearded chin, the whiskers now curling a bit, and becoming damp with his labored thrusts.
We had only been lovers these last two weeks, after we had set off in his brother's Mustang convertible, to travel across the country, so that we could deliver the precious car to the relocated brother, and have a few weeks off from our demanding jobs in the city. We soon seduced each other, as we explored Jim's new found gay sexuality, and as each of us explored each other's bodies, and our inner sexual identity and lusts. Both of us had grown so much in this journey, and not just in the length and texture of Jim's new beard.
My wandering hands played with his chest curls and hard nipples, and into his wet, furry armpits, his sweat filling my nostrils with his lusty, steamy wetness. I moved down to his balls, now tight against his cock, and then I gripped his throbbing cock with both of my meaty hands, surrounding his hardness, as I began to pump his manhood hard, in time with his thrusts, our flesh now fully gripping our cocks, as we climbed again to the top of the mountain, two horny, hairy men fully connected, as the sun began to fill the campsite with the first rays of its warmth, striking our rocking naked bodies, sweaty now with our thrustings, our need to release our cum, to greet the day with our gifts of love.
As we moved higher to our climax, Jim reached under him, and untied the calf hobbling rope that had gripped my balls and cock throughout the night, now releasing me so that I could join him in his climax, my cum now freed to rise from my full, horny balls, ready to shoot out of my needy cock.
Spurting inside of Jim, I shot again and again inside of him, feeling the explosion of his prostate and his balls, as he exploded onto my belly and chest, shooting long ropes of pearly white jism onto my sweaty chest, streaking my moustache and beard with one final shot of his seed. I finally opened my eyes, to see Jim above me, gasping for air, and grinning from ear to ear, as I felt his cock slowly shrink in my fist, its thick, manly weight still heavy in my hot hands.
We rolled over until my head was cradled by Jim's strong chest, and muscular arms, as we regained our breath, and listened to the murmurs of the creek, and the early morning bird calls, the sunlight now strong against our naked skin.
"Morning, lover," Jim whispered. "It promises to be another spectacular day for us bears."
I reached over to pick up the now discarded rope, now damp with my sweat, and tied it around Jim's large balls and now sated cock, using one of the knots that his Uncle Jake had taught me in one of our nights of lovemaking by the fire, back on the Colorado ranch.
"A little reminder of what needs to be done tonight," I laughed, as I tucked the end of the rope against Jim's thick hair surrounding his bull-sized balls.
Jim fired up the water for coffee, and we breakfasted by the creek side, Jim glassing the nearby prairie with his binoculars for the morning birds we had heard when we were rocking together, climbing our mountain. I took my camera out for a walk, finding some wonderful shots of this wild, free area, kissed by the summer sun.
We drove east across the prairies, camping that night by a larger stream, under a sandstone pillar, where early pioneers had camped, as they struggled to cross the country, on their way west to a new life. As we enjoyed our whiskey around the campfire, Jim played his guitar, and we sang cowboy songs, remembering those hardy pioneers and cowboys who camped here before us, singing the night away.
Jim's rich baritone voice echoed off of the nearby rocks, his guitar framed by his hard, muscular furry chest and thick arms, as he strummed and sang the lonely, sad songs of cowboys, songs of hard work, and lost loves, and unrealized dreams.
As the fire burned down to coals, we began to yawn. It was time for bed. Jim stripped off his jeans and boxers, freeing his large cock and heavy cockhead. As we hugged each other before we crawled into our sleeping bag, and kissed me hard, our chests tight against each other, Jim's hardening nipples poked against my curly haired chest. I could feel his cock rise against my belly, the ball cinch rope I had tied onto Jim that morning scratchy against me. I pulled another short rope out of my jeans pocket, and quickly turned Jim around, pulling his wrists together, and tied his meaty hands together, thrusting his bare chest out. I ran my hands over his now sweaty chest, pinching his nipples and running my fingers into his wet armpits, tugging on the thicket of hair.
"Time for a little bronco riding, cowboy," I whispered, as I took out my bandana and gagged Jim's open mouth, cutting off his words. I ran my hand down his warm belly, fondling his growing cock and his roped balls. He stood watching me as I slowly undid my jeans and dropped them down over my feet, kicking them off to the side. I moved up to Jim's bearded face, and began to caress his moustache and beard with my fingers.
Moving Jim over to the soft flannel of our sleeping bags, I dropped down to my knees, taking his furry balls into my eager mouth, exploring their fullness with my tongue, rubbing the hairs of his large ball sack with my moustache and beard. His cock swelled, his foreskin sliding off his now glistening, fat cockhead, oozing precum, in anticipation of his buckaroo cumming. I opened a condom and rolled it down his fat, strong manhood with my lips and fingers, surrounding his shaft with the lubed, wet rubber, leaving room in its tip for Jim's white seed, now gathering in his balls.
I rolled onto my back, and raised my thighs over my balls, opening my hungry hole for Jim's hard cock. I scooted up to Jim, his ability to move cut off by the ropes tight against his wrist, his cock still gripped by the cowboy rope, his bearded mouth blocked by the gag. I wrapped my thighs around his waist, and pulled him towards my buttocks, and over my hairy belly and chest, his cock tip now hard against my hole. The wetness from my recent attention to his cockhead on the condom now soaked my rosebud, letting him slide easily into my hole, now twitching in eagerness for my own lustful need to feel him inside of me, once again.
I looked up to Jim's hard pecs, thrust forward from the binding of his arms and wrists behind him, the outline of his muscles showing his masculine chest, his nipples hard with lust, his chest hair curled and sweaty from the tension in his shoulders and chest, and his hunger to cum inside of me.
I gripped Jim's strong, immobilized shoulders and, with my open thighs, guided him inside of me, until his balls bounced against my butt cheeks, their furred sack rubbing against my fur. Jim's firm belly now covered my own hard cock, his furry bush fondling and caressing my balls. With my heels dug into Jim's butt, I started thrusting him into me, as I kept my hands firmly gripping Jim's shoulders, so that he wouldn't fall over, his hands helpless to hold him up, to continue our lovemaking.
The rough fibers of the cowboy cock ring around Jim's massive, swollen cock pushed into the tender skin around my hole, each time Jim thrust into me, sending new waves of sensation up my spine, as I imagined the tightness of the rope that Jim was feeling, each time he thrust, his cum rising up against the rope, seeking release.
As Jim began to thrust his tied-up body into me, I could look into his eyes, Jim's furry body above me, my hands holding him upright as he pumped again and again into me. Jim's gagged face was flush with lust, eyes sparkled as he moaned, and winked at me. His furry belly rubbed hard against my stiff manhood, bringing me closer to my climax, closer to shooting my seed onto my hairy chest, and Jim's heaving, rippling belly.
My bearded bear lover pushed again and again in me, guided by my thighs against the skin of his flanks, my heels dug into the hard contractions of his butt, as he pumped the full length of his ready cock into me, his rhythm pulling my cum from my balls, ready to explode. As we both neared our release, I pulled the stiff rope from around Jim's cock and balls, and released the gag in his mouth, as Jim gasped and strong breaths of air now filled his swelling, heaving chest, close to my face.
We both exploded at the same time, torrents of cum pulsing, racing through our balls and into our cocks, sending bolts of white lightning across my brain, as I felt spurts of my cum soak the hairs on my belly and chest once again, as Jim filled me with his splashing of ball juice, sweat pouring off his chest and onto my fur.
I reached around to release his hands from the confines of the rope, and Jim embraced me in his strong hands, rubbing my beard with his now-freed fingers, tweaking my nipples, as we caught our breath. He slipped out of me, and as I pulled off his filled condom from his manhood, releasing the last of his cum to drip onto my hairy belly, and mingle with my own seed, gluing our furry hides to each other, as the moonlight shined on Jim's strong, broad back, and my arm, as I pulled him into me, his chest hot against my now satisfied body.
He then rolled off of me, and we lay on the sleeping bag, looking at the stars overhead, seeing an occasional shooting star, and naming the constellations in the sky. The moon was about half full now, giving enough light to the meadow we were camped in and the nearby sandstone pillar, that we could see the distinct shapes of the grasses and the rocks. A breeze picked up, and Jim threw the top of the bag over us, and curled up into my chest, his warm breath against my shoulder, as we drifted off to sleep, the coals in the campfire nearly turned to a dull reddish orange, an occasional whiff of smoke scenting the night air of our bit of paradise.
The next day, we drove further east, and thunderclouds began to build in the southern sky, climbing high into the heat of the afternoon, until they turned gray, then black, building higher, and moving closer to us. We stopped to put the top up on the car, and turned on the radio, the announcer warning the state of possible tornados. We decided it was a night for a motel, and we pulled off the highway at the next little town, looking for refuge from the storm.
We pulled into a gas station, and filled the tank, the attendant kindly giving us directions to the only thing resembling a motel in this dying farm town, a man at the edge of town who occasionally rented out a studio apartment in his basement. He gave us directions and we drove up to the house, as the sky blackened to the south, bolts of lightning and rumbles of thunder rolling towards us.
A handsome man with a thick moustache and a goatee answered the door, and invited us in to check out the apartment. It suited us well, especially as the storm moved closer. The man introduced himself as Derek, and urged us to park in the garage, noting the tornado warning. As Jim parked the car, I took our bags to our room, and settled in.
Derek had invited us to the living room, to share a drink, and watch the storm roll in. We brought a bottle of the fine California Syrah that Ken, the winemaker, and our lover, had given us, and filled our glasses with the mellow red wine. As Derek sipped the wine, I took the time to enjoy his strong physique, his large biceps, his tapered chest, and his muscular shoulders, highlighted by his white tank top. Thick tufts of his blond armpit hair curled out from under his tanned, well defined arms.
I glanced over at Jim, who noticed my visual observations of our host, and gave me a wink, rubbing his tongue over his lips. I knew then that neither one of us would mind an evening in bed with Derek. As we finished our glasses, Derek refilled them with the last of the bottle, and he pulled out a bottle of one of his favorite wines.
"We're not going anywhere this evening, especially with this storm, so we might as well have enough to drink," Derek said. As he was bending over to retrieve the bottle from the wine rack, we appreciated his firm butt cheeks clad in his well-fitting jeans, and the tight cloth of his shirt on his muscular back. My cock stirred, as I began to imagine stripping him of his clothes, releasing his cock and balls to our intimate attentions.
As Derek began asking about our trip and our adventures, we heard a loud siren start in the town, its pitch changing, insistently waking the dead and stopping our conversation.
"Uh oh, that's the tornado alarm. We need to head to the shelter," Derek said, as he picked up another bottle of wine, and, carrying the two unopened bottles of wine and his glass, led us down the stairs to our apartment.
"Sorry to barge in on your room, but this is the safest place in the house to wait out the storm," Derek said, as he sat down in the middle of the couch, and began to turn the corkscrew into the neck of the bottle.
"Hmmm, I wish I was that cork," I said. "You're a master at putting that screw into a tight fit."
Derek blushed, and stammered, "ReaIly, I haven't had a lot of practice."
We took our places next to him on the couch, and enjoyed the wine, as Jim told Derek the clean version of our several days at Uncle Jake's ranch, courteously omitting our various uses of the calf hobbling ropes and the Thai love beads, or the trussed up and stripped, bearded present we left on Jake's bed the morning we left.
We asked Derek about life in his small town, and asked what people did for fun and culture. Derek quieted and mentioned that much of his life was pretty lonely. It was hard to find anyone to date. He asked us whether either of us were married, and Jim filled him in on his disastrous dating history, and hinted that he was done, once and for all with women. Derek seemed interested in this revelation, and I could sense he was also a gay man, struggling to find a life in this farm town.
The wind picked up outside, whipping around the walls and roof, as the afternoon quickly turned to twilight, the entire sky now black, flashing with sheets of lightning, and dark heavy rain clouds. The lights flickered, and Jim lit the several candles that were on the table, as Derek opened up his second bottle of wine. The lights flickered again, and went out, leaving us sitting in the semi-dark of the basement room, lit now only with a few candles.
"This may be a long night. This storm isn't done with us yet," Derek said.
I winked at Jim, and nodded, ready to make my move, my gaydar sensing that Derek wanted to know a lot more about what Jim and I did for evening fun.
"Derek, it's really no surprise. Jim and I are lovers, and I hope that doesn't offend you. But, we have discovered we love each other, and we are very satisfied with our relationship," I said. Derek nodded, and said that he greatly respected my candor and honesty.
"There's not much of that in this town," he said. "There's a lot of gossip, and a lot of back stabbing, especially if people sense that you don't fit in."
I put my arm around Derek's shoulder, telling him that I understood, that I had grown up in a small town, and that I didn't come out until I was safely living in a city, where other gay people had become supporters for all ranges of sexual diversity and lifestyles.
"Derek, we think you are a very attractive man, and,... well, we'd like you to share our bed with us tonight, if you'd like," Jim said, as he put his hand on Derek's jean-clad thigh, and looked into Derek's blue eyes.
"I've never been with two men at once," Derek whispered, swallowing hard, his face now damp with a bit of sweat, even though the room was cool. "There was a man in Kansas City, once, but that was just a couple of hours, and I was pretty drunk."
"You're not very drunk tonight, Derek, and we might as well put this power outage to some use, and get to know each other and have a good time," Jim said, as he moved Derek's hand over to Jim's shirt. "Strip me, Derek, nice and slow."
Soon, Jim's shirt was on the floor, and Derek was exploring Jim's furry chest and belly, licking his nipples, and rubbing his goatee through Jim's beard and hairy chest. I untucked Derek's tank top, pulling the cloth off of his muscular chest and back, lifting his arms high. As I pulled the shirt over his head, his hairy, damp armpits scented the air with his hot, eager, horny smell.
Jim and I made short work of Derek's jeans and boxers, until his naked, firm body was sandwiched between our hungry bodies, our hands and lips moving over Derek's eager, willing body, his cock meat large and thick, hard against his belly. His blond haired balls were tucked under his stiff manhood, swollen with his need to mate with Jim and me, as the thunder echoed around the house.
I rubbed my yearning hands over Derek's broad, hard chest, his blond fur damp against his pecs, his reddish nipples responding to my touch by hardening to stiff points, as I tugged on the thick hair surrounding his tits, rubbing my fingers through his soft chest hair and into his wet, hot thatch of curled armpit hair.
Derek turned towards me, and began to unbutton my shirt, his fingers shaking with anticipation, lust, as he opened my shirt wide, gazing at my furry chest with hot, hungry eyes, and rubbed my nipples with his trembling fingers, until all three of us were touching our sweaty, furry chests against each other, lusty sweat filling the air of the room, the candles flickering, throwing large shadows of horny bears against the walls.
We took our time now, urging Derek to unbuckle each of our pants, and slowly unbutton our jeans, feeling our cocks through our shorts, and then slowly stripping each of us, one at a time, of the last of our clothes, letting Derek fully enjoy the sight of two hard cocks, eager for his love, in his house at the edge of his home town. At last, Derek's wish for real man love in his home was his to touch, to grasp in his hands. As he pulled my jeans off of my feet, I saw Derek's cock pulse hard, his foreskin stretched by his purplish cock head, oozing pre-cum onto his shaft, and down into the nest of his hairy balls.
We laid Derek down on the bed, as we began to circle his pulsing cock with our moustached lips and wet tongues, bathing his furry ball sack with our saliva, until the long blond hairs glimmered in the candlelight, his sack now firm against his cock, seeking release, trying to spill his seed onto his strong, lean belly, and the line of fur that led upward to his rising, wet chest.
I rolled a condom over Derek's thick, pulsing manhood, leaving ample room in the tip of the rubber for his expected torrent of sperm, the heat of his shaft hot to my lips, as we rode his cock towards Derek's climax. Jim quickly sheathed his own large, fat cock, and moved between Derek's meaty thighs, spreading him wide, opening him so that his cheeks parted, and exposing his pink rosebud of his hole.
Jim squeezed a large dollop of lube onto his finger and wettened Derek's hole, then pushed his soaked finger into Derek, preparing Derek's virgin hole for Jim's entrance, greasing Derek's chute for Jim's union with Derek, taking his virginity, and leading Derek into a new experience of man love.
As Jim pushed his hips further towards Derek's hole, I moved to Derek's side, and took his nearly pulsing cock deep into my mouth, until my moustache brushed against the thick hairs of Derek's cock root, the tip of his cock head hard against the back of my mouth, my tongue firm against his smooth, encased shaft. My head was pinned to Derek's cock by the hard, hairy groin of my lover, Jim, as Jim moved into Derek, sandwiching me between my two bearded, horny lovers.
Derek reached down to my waist, and grasped my straining hard cock with his fist, and began to jack me, matching Jim's beat into Derek's hole, and my mouth's pumping and bathing of Derek's hot cock, as we marched higher and higher, each of us grunting and gasping with lust, our urgency to cum reaching the point of no return.
I cupped Derek's full balls with my hand, Jim's bush pushing into the back of my hand, as Jim began thrusting into Derek, and pushing my hand and Derek's balls closer up to Derek's cock root, closer to my wet, hungry lips, as I consumed all of this new lover's cock.
My other hand wandered north onto Derek's now heaving, gasping chest, toying with his nipples and thick fur, as Derek climbed higher, his seed now ready to burst from his balls and into his nearly sated cock, ready to consummate his lust with his new bed mates, his new lovers. Derek had thrown his arm over his eyes, and tilted his head back onto the bed, his goatee pointing upward, in the same direction as his cock, his face now sweaty, as he gasped again and again, moaning to achieve his release.
The sound of Jim's pounding against Derek, and the slap of Jim's bull balls against Derek's butt cheeks filled the room with a lustful rhythm, as all three of us broke into a renewed sweat, as we climbed higher and higher towards our explosions.
As I moved a finger down below Derek's balls, and pushed against his trigger, at the point between his ball sack and hole, Derek began to explode, his release setting off Jim's eruption, and releasing my seed from Derek's grip on my cock.
My cum raced out of my cock and onto Derek's heaving chest, splattering against his nipples and finally shooting into his goatee, as Derek pulsed hard time and time again into his cock, filling the condom with his first three way cum.
A new wave of thunder rolled through the house, matching our collective gasps and sighs, our cocks now subsiding, our cum drained from our balls, our sweat beginning to dry, Derek hugging us both, drawing our bearded faces onto his furry chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart, his fur warm against our skin.
The storm lasted all night, rising and falling, moving around, and crashing, with occasional explosions of lightning and torrents of moisture, again and again, until we were exhausted and fully satisfied. The storm outside lasted all night too, finally moving out as dawn broke, leaving us drained, but full of our bear love.
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear