Paul was fed up, annoyed with work, family and friends he secretly planned a two week excursion into the wild country abandoning most creature comforts of the civilized world. "Basic gear only" he said aloud while frowning with disapproval at the notion of unpacking what he originally crammed into the overstuffed backpack. Camping supplies were thrown together in the big pack and extra cloths and food in the two smaller packs. His wrist watch purposely left on the counter before leaving thus preventing restrictive time schedules. This vacation was going to be spontaneous with little or no planning as means to an end whereby total relaxation could be achieved. The destination was a remote ranch with miles of open country to camp, hike and fish in. A close friend had recommended the retreat and provided a long distance number so he could obtain more information. One phone call a week earlier was made to secure a horse and the man he spoke to seemed excited that the reservation was for only one person.
The map indicated the next town would be the last fueling stop on this leg of the journey. After refilling the truck he continued past the ghostlike town for miles before turning onto a narrow dirt road that led through the barren countryside to an isolated ranch on the edge of nowhere. The road trip took over 10 hours, he knew this because of occasional glimpses to the dashboard clock while fumbling the radio in search of a static free station.
The door to the large rock house opened as the pickup came to a stop and a man bounded through the doorframe towards him. He was probably six years older, possibly early 40's having reddish hair that was trimmed very short, a sturdy muscular frame and a weathered but handsome face sporting a roughly sculpted reddish goatee. The man approached with an extended hand and a friendly smile. Paul immediately noticed the man had stunning slate gray eyes and very white teeth.
"How do?" he said in greeting, "Names Bob, you must be Paul," The callused handshake was firm, tight and lasted a little longer than expected, "Lets go inside while we get you set up, care for a brew or something a little stronger?"
"Yea, sounds great, beer if you have it" Paul said and followed the older man inside and toward the kitchen listening to the rustic man explain the details behind the upcoming transaction. Bob tossed a beer across the kitchen smiling as Paul caught it with one hand, then handed him the registrar indicating what information was required.
"Most guests stay for a week and many come back at the same time every year.
Reservations are required but there was a group cancellation the day before you called. You are the only one here at the moment and the next guests are not due for three weeks."
For the ten day stay he was to pay $1500, in exchange he would receive a horse, food and camping equipment consisting of bug repellant, flashlights, lighter, matches, batteries, tent and various hand tools for cutting, chopping and digging. Bob's role as guide was optional although he insisted on taking him to his destination. A map identified where the house and stables were located in relation to the topographical layout of the area. The ranch was huge, situated in a mountainous rocky landscape heavily forested with pine and far away from obtrusive town lights and associated noises of buzzing technology. The surrounding land contains a vast river basin which held a small clear river in the very bottom whose content did not dry up even in the hottest of summers. Paul listened intently absorbing as much detail as possible but remained transfixed on the older mans face, making a mental note that Bob always seemed to be flashing a smile.
Paul did not want to be burdened with caring for a horse. He suggested they ride until a suitable locale presented itself somewhere in the river basin at which time Bob would take the horses back leaving him to his solitude but asked him to return in a few days to see if anything was needed.
After helping Paul carry his backpack and bag inside Bob gave his new guest a detailed tour of the surrounding area. The rock house was a modest simple design consisting of high ceilings and very large rooms. Over the years additional rooms were added with careful planning and construction that it was difficult to tell they were not part of the original design.
The kitchen/dining room combination contained an oversized gas stove where the preparation of large meals could be easily facilitated, a well stocked pantry and an enormous rectangle bench style table with enough seating for ten people. The living area held a huge fireplace on the far wall and a full bar on the other. Standing in the center of the community living room Bob pointed to the far side of the house where his bedroom and bath were located then spun around and walked in the opposite direction to enter each of the three guest bedrooms and single guest bath at the opposite end of the house. Bob placed the bags into the largest bedroom and stated "This corner bedroom is the largest and has the best view, but the choice is yours. Lets go outback, we have six horses here and the stables open onto a 300 acre pasture where they are free to roam."
A shed annexed to the house contained a generator for emergency electricity which was used primarily in the winter during severe weather. None of the rooms seemed to have electrical plugs or lighting fixtures. Paul wondered at this until he found a solitary plug nestled between the rocks cleverly hidden from view. There were few major electrical appliances apart from the washer in the utility room, the large refrigerator in the kitchen and a chest freezer in the shed. Oversized oil lamps in every room provided nighttime illumination and oddly every room contained full sized mirrors possibly to take advantage of the minimal lighting.
"Never seen a place use oil for lighting, do you use candles at all?"
"Kerosene lamps provide considerably more light than candles. The reserve oil is stored safely outside in the shed"
"Is that the only light source?"
"I have 12 volt battery powered lamps if ya need additional lighting, some guests are real timid around flames."
"No, I'm good... was just wondering"
"At night guests tend to congregate where the light is, usually here at the table, during the day additional lighting isn't needed due to the large windows"
As dusk settled in around them Bob lit two brass oil lamps in the kitchen and one in the living area instructing Paul on the particular safety aspects associated with kerosene lighting pointing out where the fire extinguishers were located and the proper methods to light and extinguish the lamps.
Bob mentioned that his daily activities typically coincided with daylight then went to his bedroom to change. From the other room Bob continued the conversation indicating he rises before the sun to prepare breakfast and that he would make anything on the menu as long as the guests told him the night before since he may have to prep some items in advance. Paul walked into the kitchen and located a single laminated menu at the end of the oversized table with breakfast on once side and dinner on the other. The menu had been marked with a grease pencil allowing guests to select the meals in advance during the week. He was astounded to discover items such as sirloin and lobster, noting these were probably reserved for special occasions.
Paul wandered back to the living area and was observing the simplicity of his surroundings when he noticed Bob proceeded to undress just inside his doorway within plain view of him. He had his back to Paul and was bent over stepping into long johns, bright red pajamas, the kind with a square buttoned flap in the back. Paul was surprised at the physical fitness of the older man noting the well defined muscular back and overall definition. Through the dimly lit room Paul could see Bob had low hanging balls, one clearly distended lower than the other. The sheer masculinity of the man was enhanced when he turned around and walked back into the room then past him heading towards the kitchen. His thick but soft dick left an unmistakable outline against the red fabric directly above and to the left of the lump created by the low hanging balls. As he passed by, the front flap of the wool pajamas was finally fastened concealing the reddish pubes that were exposed only seconds before. Paul was so distracted by the display that he did not notice Bob looking down eyeing the growing bulge in the front of his jeans as he walked past.
Paul stated he wanted to shower and get comfortable so he turned toward his bedroom to gather needed items still unsettled by the brazen manly display and bewildered by the old backwoods surroundings that seemed like remnants of the distant past.
Bob shouted from the other room, "Use my shower `cause the other won't be restocked until tomorrow."
The fur covered king sized bed was the first thing Paul noticed immediately upon entering Bob's bedroom. Wondering if the pelts were bear skin as he allowed his hand to brush across the surface of the black bed spread, fingertips lightly clawing as he went toward the door on the other side of the room. Entering the bathroom he felt the wall for a light switch but found none. Bob appeared behind him to explain the workings of the large oil lamps attached to the wall on either side of an unusually large mirror. As light flooded the room Paul noticed the enormous size of the bathroom, an oversized window and a large glass shower door. Leaving the younger man to his privacy Bob stated that steak, potatoes and green beans would be ready within the hour and that the extra capacity water heater was terrific for long hot showers if he cared to indulge, suggesting that hot water would not be available away from the ranch house during his trek.
Paul turned the oil lamps up brightly illuminating the bathroom and carefully eyeing the oddity before him. The mirror reflected the light directly through the glass shower door illuminating the light blue tile floor within. Stripping down he opened the shower door revealing another room made entirely of light blue mosaic tiles surrounded by white grout. The shower was a dual sauna with a large tile bench against one wall and sported handles recessed in the walls at different heights. Adjusting the controls as he stepped to the side wall avoiding the hot water as steam quickly heated the cold tiles until the floor and bench were warm to the touch. The opposing wall was a large mirror that was quickly fogged and clouded by the ever increasing humidity. The water could be adjusted to spray from the ceiling or from a hand held sprayer constructed in one corner where the steam and water pressure controls were located.
Paul rinsed off then sprayed the now completely fogged mirror revealing a wet reflection of himself. He turned sideways to admire the tan line that ran between his hip and upper thigh while slowly running a bar of soap over his muscular body rubbing every inch until completely covered with soapy bubbles, all the while never looking away from his reflection in the mirror.
He watched with growing excitement as his dick thickened and grew until standing fully erect pointing upwards at the glass door. He spent several minutes slowly massaging the shaft with one hand and squeezed his right nipple with the other occasionally letting soft moans escape his lips. Releasing the now sensitive nipple he reached down to grab hold of his full nut sack pulling down and stretching trying to lower his balls as if to mimic those of the older man whom he has seen naked earlier, the man with the riveting eyes and teeth, the one with the low hanging balls, the balls that were permanently burned into his memory, the one who now stood outside the shower looking through the glass at him.
"Ready to eat?" Bob said flashing a smile as he turned and placed a folded terrycloth towel on the shelf next to the door as he exited the room.
"Jesus!" Paul exclaimed quickly turning to hide his throbbing hard on then reached to activate the overhead shower to rinse the soap from his body. "You scared the crap out of me!" Embarrassed by being discovered in such an excited state Paul thought feverishly for something to say hoping the red haired man would not be watching him as he exited the bathroom. As he dried off and exited the shower to dress, Paul was relieved to hear Bob shuffling about in the kitchen.
During dinner Paul inquired about the upkeep required and how many helpers were needed to maintain the ranch. Bob seemed delighted at the interest in his activities and answered all the questions with great detail. Beer loosened Paul's tongue and he soon discovered that Bob was the owner and the only permanent resident of the ranch, and that all the work could be done by himself with a few incursions to town for supplies.
"Keeps me fit and young" Paul said with a grin as he flexed his arm forcing the right biceps to bulge. "Locals come from town twice a month to deliver supplies but I go to town for any special or requested items my guests may have. I don't cut trees here, logs for the fireplace are hauled in and it usually takes me a couple of weeks to chop and split enough to last through the winter."
Paul asked how many families stayed here last year and was surprised to learn that this was a wilderness retreat that appealed mainly to men looking for a rugged outdoor vacation where guests could be free of technology and the luxury associated with city life.
"I don't have to advertise at all, most who stay here and tell enough of their friends to keep me booked year round... thought you knew that? Ya sounded well informed when we talked."
Paul was dumbstruck, but his uneasiness quickly departed when he realized this may explain his hosts peculiar behavior. "Doesn't bother me any, actually I think I am going to enjoy my stay here even more now." Now it was Paul who flashed a quick smile.
The days travel combined with the relaxing hot shower took its toll. Paul excused himself and went to the bedroom and closed the door. He found sleep came easy and quickly, hardly remembering laying down. His thoughts during his last waking moments were of the piercing gray eyes and white teeth held by the handsome man quietly cleaning up the remnants from dinner in the kitchen.
The next morning Bob was found sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in one hand reading a week old newspaper that had only been delivered the day before. As Paul entered he noticed Bob was sitting with the front part of this long johns unbuttoned partially exposing the base of his thick dick. Testing the waters he asked for a cup of coffee trying to see if Bobs thick dick would hang out the front when he stood up. Bob stood up to get another cup causing his dick to spring free from its woolen shroud noticing Paul never diverted his eyes as he proceeded to reposition his dick inside and buttoning the front. Distracted and lost in thought, Paul mindlessly drank from the coffee cup he found in his hands and scalded his lips on the hot dark liquid. Bob winked and laughed indicating that his lips probably would not function properly now, leaving Paul to wonder whether the comment implied speech or something entirely different.
Paul studied the map as Bob pointed out the highlights of the terrain during which time they ate their breakfast of pancakes, eggs and hash browns, after dressing they packed the horses and headed out over the back terrain due west of the ranch. About two hours into the ride they descended into wide expanse of the river basin and followed along a trail that Bob said he knew well. Paul lost all sense of direction as the sun neared full noon, he indicated a place at the rivers edge near the tree line where a lone outcropping of rock had a distinct shape and therefore was a easy to remember. After removing the equipment Bob said farewell indicating he would be back in a few days to see if anything was needed flashing his now familiar smile as he turned to leave.
Paul prepared camp, stowed the gear then set off to explore the surrounding area. He spent the day fishing using small telescoping rod from the camping gear, catching and releasing the small fish caught for sport. He hiked the surrounding area gathering firewood for a couple of hours and placed the wood and kindling up against the underside of a rock ledge where all the other gear was stored in tidy groupings. His camp was located high above the water to take advantage of the spectacular view with hopes of detecting wildlife that came down to drink at the rivers edge. In the distance Paul heard rocks fall and wondering what caused disruption he stopped and looked about but failed to locate the source. He was surrounded by peace and tranquility and a new found freedom from the day to day burdens that the city forced upon his life. No work, no friends, no family.
Suddenly inspired he removed all his clothing and stretched out on the rock surface that had been heated by the midday sun. As the sun warmed his skin he felt his nuts hanging between his legs. Instinctively he spread his legs slightly and reached down to pull his nut sack down and once again thought about Bobs body and which testicle hung lowest. With his dick in one hand and balls in the other the slow rhythmic massage quickened as he thought about the older mans body recalling the naked visions from before. He laid on the rock for a few minutes gently massaging his body then headed down to the stream to wash and swim naked in the clear cool water.
The lone rocky outcropping in the bottom of the river basin had been his home away from home for two days, then the rain started. Paul was on the other side of the river when the torrent started. He waded across the already rising river, headed back to the camp to seek shelter from the wind and rain.
The rain found its way into the small pup tent that was pitched about 30 feet from the base of the cliff. He searched for something dry to cover his skin and found that the rolled up sleeping bag was dry, protected by the water resistant outer covering. Paul grabbed what he could carry in both arms and headed up to the base of the cliff which offered protection from the rain and wind.
As he climbed up the rock outcropping he looked back and thought at the possibility of being stranded by the rapidly expanding turbulent waters. Apparently heavy rains upstream were occurring as the river rose quickly. The ravine filled with water much faster than he anticipated, the river spilled its shallow banks and flooded the area engulfing everything in its path as the flat expanse of the river basin quickly filled with water.
Paul retired to the relative safety the cliff. The rocky ledge provided adequate shelter. Stranded and alone Paul felt worried and nervous. Exposure to the elements had given him a persistent chill now that night was closing in. Underneath the outcropping of rock he built a small pyramid of branches then lit the kindling underneath, stoking the embers encouraged the fire to gather strength and after a few minutes was no longer in danger of going out. Wet and cold he tried to think of a way to clean off without going out into the rain. He sat under the small natural rock shelter and slowly stripped the saturated clothing off. Fetid grime and muck from the floodwaters and the river bank had been deposited onto his cloths while attempting to reach the safety of higher ground. The river basin seemed devoid of life and nothing could be heard except the pounding of the relentless rain.
The denim jeans were peeled off followed quickly by boxers and socks revealing a muscular body slowly developed though years of exercise and lifting weights. Completely naked now he grabbed the wet clothing, stood up and in one motion stepped into the night air as the last daylight faded from existence. Shivering from the exposure and illuminated by the warm glow of the camp fire he rinsed each piece of clothing in the rainwater that quickly poured off the overhanging ledge above him. The rainwater pouring off the cliff was not clean but was a far cry better than the floodwaters that had risen all around him. Throwing his cloths back into the shelter of rock he leaned under the cascade and showered like one would do under some tropical waterfall. Cool rain poured down upon his ripped body raising goosebumps across this arms and thighs. Turning and facing downhill his bladder overcame the chill and without holding his dick he forcefully released heavy stream of piss onto the sloping rock. After the sustained release he reached down underneath his tightened nut sack to apply pressure to the sensitive space between his hairy balls and asshole to expel any remaining fluid from his body then proceeded back to the relative safety the provisional shelter offered.
The shock of cold granite caused an intelligible grunt to escape his lips as he quickly reached for something to insulate his exposed body from the cold rock surface. Once situated in the uncomfortable but dry surroundings he proceeded to wring as much rain water from his clothing as possible. The shirt tightened in twisted as rain water was wrung from the fabric onto the bare rock, running past his hiking boots to join the ocean of floodwater that churned all around him at the base of the outcropping. Rainwater clung to his skin like early morning dew beading on grass. He rubbed his body in short downward strokes starting at the top of his head pressing his jet black hair to remove as much moisture as possible. Several minutes passed as he used his hands simultaneously rubbing the muscles in a rhythmic massage to generate much needed warmth. He surmised the fire probably would not dry out his cloths before it went out during the night so in a futile attempt he placed more wood on the fire. Only semi-dry entering the sleeping bag his body succumbed to fatigue and his mind was quickly invaded by unconsciousness as he closed his eyes, the last perception was the beating of rain and the lapping of floodwaters below.
He woke the next morning to pain, his whole body ached especially his legs and back, he was not accustomed to sleeping on rock and now paid the price. Lifting his head to verify the fire had indeed gone out during the night Paul felt the cool damp morning air against his face as he sleepily shifted his weight trying to find a more comfortable position. He could no longer deny the raging piss hard on that beckoned for attention as he reluctantly left the warmth of the sleeping bag. Aching and stiff he slowly made his way down the slope, his dick bounced up and down as he started to walk, then swinging from side to side as if keeping tempo while conducting an invisible orchestra at the bottom of the hill. The short trip to the waters edge covered his feet with grime and the cold rock felt rough beneath his tender feet as he stopped and looked about at the swiftly moving waters before him.
He relieved himself at the edge of the newly formed shoreline and noticed steam rising up as the piss stream contacted the side of the granite outcropping. Paul went back up and laid down on the sleeping bag squinting as dawn advanced into morning clearly revealing the thick rank skin that covered the almost stagnant floodwater. Unidentifiable debris and detritus had deposited in concentric rings around the sides of the outcropping as the foul floodwaters slowly receded.
During the next few hours the clouds started to breakup, slowly revealing a fiery orange morning sun that for the past day had been hidden from view by persistent rain clouds. He noticed the high water mark indicating the water had risen to within twenty feet of the ledge where he slept. Although receding, the floodwater was still too deep to wade across, but if it kept withdrawing at this pace he speculated he would be able to cross to the other side by late tomorrow. The unpleasant thought of being recoated with grime and muck quickly filled his mind and he decided he would probably just spend the night here.
The rising sun warmed his skin as he slowly turned around scanning the landscape for familiar markings. He wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and all the stressful complications that surrounded his daily life, but this was a bit much. Standing underneath the ledge where he showered the night before he looked down at the clutter that made his camp. He knelt on the sleeping bag and felt the cloths he had rinsed out the previous evening. They were dirty and had a disagreeable odor, smelling exactly like dirty wet cloths would smell under such circumstances, apparently he did not get them as clean as he had thought. Still naked with nothing dry to wear he took the pile of cloths and one by one spread them on the rocks in full sunshine to dry out. Each piece was carefully placed on the granite slope in such a manner that they resembled a headless person, a very flat but curiously limber man with one arm raised and legs spread wide.
Placing the boots in their respective places then setting the socks where hands would be. "Looks like mittens" he thought and laughed out loud then turned and bounded uphill to spread out the sleeping bag to take advantage of the sun's drying power.
Although originally wanting solitude, this vacation had progressed into an uncomfortable and unwanted outing, not at all what he expected and anticipated. He should be fishing, swimming or riding, not isolated with nothing to wear, stranded on a high outcropping of rock at the bottom of an ancient river basin.
Moving to his hands and knees he spread out the sleeping bag to dry the dew that clung to the nylon outer surface. Still thinking about being alone and naked in such a remote location caused his dick to twitch. Lowering his head he looked back between his legs at the hairy mound that was once low hanging balls. His boys didn't like the cold and retreated back into protective warmth of his loins. He felt and now saw his dick growing. Instinctively he reached for the base of the shaft and slowly moved his wrist causing his dick to slap softly against the inside of his thigh. Although he was horny he did not want to just jack off and cum. Lowering his shoulders onto the sleeping bag he spread his legs and arched the lower part of his back to jut his smooth round ass into the air as one hand groped and pulled the receded nuts down to a more normal position while fingers from the other hand spread his cheeks and teased his puckered hole until a drop of silky thread dripped free from the piss slit of his dick which he then transferred to this tongue to taste the saltiness of his own pre-cum. His large nut sack felt good in his hand as he gently massaged the jewels inside. His other hand reached, moving faster and closer to the puckered hole until one finger tip gently probed the edge pressing inward. Suddenly his head snapped up and looked to the east, he thought he heard someone calling his name.
Quickly standing up he didn't see anyone. He headed to camp and located wet boxers shorts, then after a minute he saw solitary horse and rider in the distance slowly coming closer on the other side of the water. Bob had returned. Paul was so overjoyed and relieved at Bob's return that he stood up and walked to the waters edge grinning and waving. Bob shouted across the water.
"Do you need anything? I brought some food and water."
Paul immediately felt shy and abashed at being discovered partially clothed with a fading hard on but quickly responded "I got wet and my cloths are drying out. I'm ready to go back. do you have another horse with you?"
Bob shouted across the river, "No, but leave your things there and come across, we gone come back for your things later."
As Paul waded into the vile water Bob looked upstream to time the throw of his now unraveled rope to avoid a large piece of debris. Paul felt the cold water cover his body as he entered, his balls lifted up and tightened and his dick quickly shrank. Bob flung the rope slightly upstream allowing the current to deliver the other end to the younger man now covered with river grime and mud. When he reached the rope Bob guided his horse backward pulling Paul across the deepest and fastest flowing section of water until he was safely across.
As Paul exited the water Bob eyed the muscular younger man then unbuttoned and removed his shirts exposing his own muscular chest and back. "Use the shirt to cover with and the tee as padding, you may be a little sore after riding back." Bob threw his shirts to Paul and offered a gloved hand to help him climb up into the saddle. Paul noticed Bobs muscles contract and bulge as he was hauled up onto the horse. Bob didn't seem to notice or care that the slime of the foul floodwater was transferred to his back by the now semi clothed man who struggled in vain to get comfortable behind his back. Bob signaled the horse with his legs and they started moving slowly away from the water forcing Paul to steady himself by holding onto the muscular waist before him. Both hands transferring some of the floodwater slime and stink to Bob's skin. At the top of the basin Bob signaled the horse again and their pace quickened forcing Paul to cling ever tighter. Holding onto the rustic half naked man started to make Paul's dick grow. "Damn not now" he thought trying to preoccupy his mind in order to prevent an embarrassing situation. Paul was certain Bob could feel his prick pressing against the belt loop at the top of his jeans, then, as if on cue Bob leaned back causing Paul's dick to press even harder as he reached for a canteen of water from one of the bags, opened the top and then took a sip. "Here, want some?" he said handing the canteen back to Paul and slowing the horse so he could drink without difficulty. If the older man felt the pressure and bumping against him he didn't say anything. Paul was certain he did.
About two hours later they arrived back at the ranch. Bob tethered the horse then walked to the ranch house and went inside. Paul slowly climbed down from the horse and followed him in. He was not used to riding and was sure he would once again ache all over. Upon entering, Paul found Bob standing at the bar reaching for a bottle and a shot glass. "You probably could use this" he said flashing a familiar smile, offering the glass to Paul who accepted and drank it in one gulp. Paul squinted and coughed as the whisky burned down his throat. Bob smiled as Paul caught his breath and put the bottle on the counter then went into the kitchen shouting back "Use my bathroom to clean up, I'm going to unpack the mare. You're probably not used to riding bareback, `gone be sore in the morning" Paul was more than willing to take a hot relaxing shower to sooth his aching muscles and to wash the river stink from his body.
The shower felt wonderful as hot water poured from the ceiling directly above him onto his head and down his chest and back. Thoroughly wet now most of the grime deposited by the river softened and washed away. He moved from under the shower and reached for the bar of soap located on the supply rack in the corner. The bar of soap twisted and turned in his hands as a bubbly lather quickly developed engulfing his fingers and hands. Rubbing the bar of soap on his body and massaging in a circular motion he spread the white foamy lather across his chest. The shower had only been on a minute when he heard a noise in the bathroom. "Thought he was going to unpack the horse" Paul thought to himself while looking through the glass doors he could see Bob had entered the bathroom and was undressing leaving his cloths in a pile on the floor. Paul was riveted as he watched the country man shed his cloths. Contrary to his own gym defined body, Bob's muscles were developed through years of physical labor associated with the upkeep of the ranch.
The circular motion of Paul's hands stopped and his hands froze in place when the glass door opened and the muscular man entered the shower in front of him. Bob flashed a smile, stepped in front of Paul and ducked under the overhead shower to apply water to his dry body saying "I need some help getting this river mud off my back, mind giving' a hand?" Bob's voice boomed and echoed in the shower. After getting wet Bob took a step backward toward Paul exposing his muscular back but keeping his head under the torrent of water emanating from the oversized shower head above. Paul's hands went to work patiently rubbing the bar of soap across Bob's shoulders traveling in a circular motion until the muscles were completely covered in white foamy bubbles.
Bob had lowered his head under the shower until his chin rested on his chest as the younger mans hands moved up to his neck and shoulders. "feels good" Bob half moaned and Paul silently agreed. Paul's application of lather slowly became a massage, light pressure was applied at first then stronger more forceful motions were used. Attempting to steady himself Bob extended his left arm and took hold of one of the recessed handles in the wall. As Paul worked the bar of soap across and down he noticed soft moans increased the lower he went. Working the large bar of soap in tight circles at the small of the back just above the cheeks until suddenly the slippery bar shot free and landed on the tile floor coming to a stop next to the drain. Simultaneously Paul squatted down and Bob bent over both reaching for the soap. Bob's exposed hole and heavy nut sack was suddenly in Paul's face, and from that position he could see the underside of an enormous erection that ended in a bulbous purple head.
Bob reached the soap and handed it backward without looking behind him. Before Bob could stand up Paul suddenly applied the large white bar of soap directly to the crack before him spreading the cheeks and rubbing up and down along the hair trail he found there. "Damn, that feels good. Yea that's it" Bob was really enjoying this. With one hand Paul applied pressure to the inside of the thigh indicating Bob to spread his legs wider.
Bob bent further over causing the stream of water to run down his back rinsing off the lather that covered his exposed ass sending a torrent of lather dripping off his nuts onto the tile next to the drain. Paul reached up and took the large nut sack in one hand, gently moving the heavy lugs within then encircling the entire bag and gently pulled, playing with the mans balls pulling and stretching then downward. When the maximum length was achieved Paul's other hand that had been rubbing lather across both cheeks strayed off course finding the puckered hole at the center. Probing the outside around the tight hole sent waves of pleasure through the already moaning man. Bob started to gyrate his hips in tandem with the evasive finger as if trying to hit a moving target.
Paul reached up to rinse the soap from one hand and stuck his index finger into his mouth sucking and licking to thoroughly coat it with saliva. He positioned the extended finger at the opening of the puckered hole and in one steady motion pushed inward until the first knuckle disappeared.
Bob grunted and bucked still gyrating as the finger impaled his ass.
"Eight point seven on the Richter scale" Paul thought as the older mans body shuttered and shook as waves of pleasure spread from that one tiny spot in his body. Bob's ass clenched as the finger explored and pressed further disappearing down to the second knuckle and beyond. Paul let go of the mans nut sack using the now free hand to help pull apart the firm ass cheeks in front of him. Bob reached down pushing his thick cock between his legs until the underside of the bulbous head touched Paul's wrists. Paul quickly removed his finger causing a grunt to escape from Bob's lips, he reapplied spit and immediately went back to work with the one finger, after a moment pulling out again and reapplying to the tight hole. Pushing inward the now familiar moans were much louder and increasing in frequently and duration as he worked to loosen and stretch the man open. Paul withdrew once more, reapplied spit again and slowly resumed working his finger in and out of Bob's hole feeling the silky smooth and moist inside wall. After a moment Paul applied a second finger to the opening and slowly pushed in. The hole was tight and unyielding, reluctant to open or take any more. Paul unable to get the second finger in started to rotate and slowly twist his finger when Bob straightened up and lifted himself off Paul's hand and said "Lets move over there and let me get comfortable" pointing to the large tiled bench.
Bob turned and adjusted the water controls changing the shower to a steam room. The noise caused by the shower and drain abruptly faded replaced by a moist hiss of steam that quickly filled the air making the room hot and thick with moisture. As the surroundings changed Bob went to the ledge and laid down on his back spreading legs and holding his bent his knees up to his chest exposing his hole and inviting Paul to continue. The man definitely wanted this. Smiling he went to the prone man and recoated his hand with considerably more spit than before then started to explore the hairy ass anew. Once again a finger was sent home sliding in easily as the lubrication performed its intended task, the second worked and struggled until it also joined its brother. Paul slowed and deepened his assault guided by the motions and sounds emanating from the muscular man who lay before him. Paul probed and worked his fingers across the lump of sensitive prostate applying more pressure as the moans grew louder.
Bob's ass was now pushing back trying to engulf and swallow more of the hand that impaled him. A strand of precum extended from the swollen head as Bob pushed his long thick dick upward between his thighs. Paul leaned forward and flicked his tongue across the tip to catch the glistening drop that started to slowly drip down the side. Bobs body convulsed, his ass tightened onto the probing fingers and his muscular thighs came together holding Paul's face in place. Having tasted the salty sweetness expelled from the man's body Paul looked up at Bob face making eye contact. Seeing wild lustful passion had taken over those piercing slate gray eyes he moved is face up the inside of the muscular thighs his unshaven face scratched and scuffed causing Bob to relax and spread his legs once again. Paul kept eye contact as his scruffy cheeks descended down the tender skin of the inner thigh. Paul opened wide to allow the thick dick to enter his mouth without touching his lips then without warning tightening his lips around the middle of the thick shaft applying pressure to the vein filled flesh causing the thick bulbous head to contact the back of this throat. Unrestrained, Bobs legs went up, his ass tightened and his whole body bucked up and down as he could no longer hold back the intense pleasure that had been building inside. The quiet of the steam room was pierced by a sustained deep voice louder than any before.
"Aaahh, YEA, OOMPH YEA" rang in Paul's ears as his mouth was suddenly flooded with white hot cum. Paul sucked and swallowed what he could, gagging and choking as the thick meat pressed at the back of this throat. Most of the cum went down but some spilled out onto his lips and down the long shaft. Bob's heavy hanging nuts tightened and lifted as another load of spunk was released. During the intense orgasm Paul never stopped sucking. His thick fingers pressed in and rubbed across the tender prostate causing several loud moans of pleasure as more cum dripped down the thick dick onto the now sticky red pubes below. Paul twisted and flexed his fingers as he slowly removed them from the twitching man before him. He held the mans softening dick in his mouth and smiled seeing the spent man laying before him whose gray eyes now rolled back into his head.
The shower air was thick with steam and the musky smell of man as Paul got up and changed the controls from steam to shower. He reached for the soap and headed toward the water intending to finish the cleansing of river debris that was interrupted earlier. A strong callused hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Bob forced Paul up against the recessed handles of the tile wall. His pearly white teeth flashed as he leaned forward and kissed Paul forcefully on the mouth then tenderly biting his lower lip and licking down to his chin. He tasted his own cum and withdrew licking his lips with a grin flashing the pearly white teeth once again. Bob resumed his oral attack as he kissed and sucked the lips of the man he held against the wall. Passionately he probed Paul's mouth with his tongue trying to find and taste more of his own seed. Paul could now taste and smell the whisky emanating from Bob's mouth as the goatee rubbed roughly across is lips and chin.
Bob felt Paul's dick throb and pulse between their bodies and reached to give it a squeeze. He grasped the top half of the shaft with one hand then sliding down the length to the base. Tightening his grip he leaned back yanking Paul away from the wall and guiding him to the center of the shower by his dick. Bob lathered up and then proceeded to clean every inch of Paul's body, going over it a second time to ensure all traces of grime were removed. Both men showered together and embraced in the hot steamy water.
After the shower Bob pulled on jeans and boots then went to finish unpacking the horse. He unbridled the mare and offered a carrot stroking mane before releasing the horse into the pasture with a quick but soft pat on the hindquarters then carried the largest bag into the stable and disappeared. Wanting to assist, Paul quickly dressed and went outside. He picked up the other bag and reached inside lifting out its contents, Binoculars. Paul wondered how long Bob had watched him that morning before calling his name and coming to his rescue. Grinning at the thought of such a rugged and masculine man spying on him made him horny, which was not difficult considering he did not get off in the shower. Paul returned the binoculars and closed the bag then headed into the stables repositioning his expanding dick through the material, never noticing the older man with the goatee was watching him through the stable window.
It was decided to wait a couple days for the waters to recede before going back and retrieving the camping equipment from the river basin. Paul helped with the daily chores of feeding the horses and chickens then went for a walk in the pasture to tempt the horses with tasty treats. During his hike Paul thought continuously about Bob. He thought he was the epitome of manhood, a man's man, strong and dominant, the kind he had not stopped thinking about since his arrival five days ago. Paul looked about at the rugged scenery of the pasture noting rocks, trees, animals and even the insects. He hated the thought of leaving next week and decided to make this vacation an annual event. Upon returning he found Bob busily searching the ranch house, shed and stables for axes and knives, intending to sharpen all the equipment before dusk darkened his view. He did not finish before the sun set and had to use oil lamps to illuminate the work area.
After returning the newly sharpened blades to their respective storage locations Bob went to the kitchen to fix the evening meal. Paul assisted, lighting several oil lamps and proceeding to chop vegetables for the grill at the large rectangle bench style table. During the meal at the huge wooden table Paul asked questions about Bob's solitary life here. Bob seemed eager to answer the questions and frequently asked the same type of questions about Paul's life in the big city.
Afterwards, Bob got up and went to the bedroom to change into the familiar red long johns. When he returned he found Paul had gone and retrieved a bottle of whisky and a shot glass from the bar and placed them on the table, he heard the younger man rummaging in the guest room. Returning after a few minutes dressed only in boxer shorts and a clean unbuttoned shirt he placed a deck of cards on the table and asked if Bob wanted to play. Whisky loosened the tongues of both men and for the next hour they tried to outwit each other in various card games until finally settling into a betting match playing Poker. The influx of alcohol was affecting both men, Bob noticed Paul seemed to have a permanent smile on his face and he found himself smiling back. During the next few rounds they played using the extra cash in Paul's wallet. As the stakes got higher Bob bet a horse and Paul offered his pickup.
"Looks like you have to stay here" shouted Bob as he slammed a full house down on the table with one hand and snatching the truck keys with the other.
"Glad you won" Paul said, "I am still sore from riding back, besides where am I going to put a horse in the city, could you see the police trying to put a ticket on the mare after the parking meter expires?"
Dead silence. then both men busted out laughing. As Bob regained what little control he had left he looked at Paul.
"Shame you're sore, I could use another work horse, thought about riding and breaking you in."
Paul's mouth dropped open and quickly changed to a smile saying "Maybe I could work off the debt and I don't mean feeding chickens!" Both men laughed again but this time never breaking eye contact.
Bob grinned and studied Paul's face, his gray eyes piercing into Paul's soul as he poured another round of whisky. As soon as they finished placing the shot glasses down on the table he got up walked around the table and kissed Paul firmly then guided him out of the kitchen and down the hall.
Bob pulled the bearskin cover off the bed then placed Paul onto the dark sheets and climbed on top of him. Both men fully aroused groped and mauled each other kissing feverishly. Bob pulled off the boxers and shirt leaving Paul naked on the bed to watch him as he slowly unbuttoned the front of the red long johns until the flap opened freeing the long thick dick from its woolen prison.
Bob reached out and grabbed Paul's dick and immediately took the head into his mouth. Bob knew how to suck a man off, he worked Paul's rod the same way he liked his own dick sucked, sucking and squeezing with his lips to get it very wet. He sucked in long slow motions, starting with his lips surrounding the base of the large bulbous head, he gulped down taking the entire length into his mouth and throat until his goatee was pressing down onto the fleshy nut sack below. He held the dick head in this throat for several seconds feeling it twitch and pulse then slowly repeated the process in reverse until the thick head was once again surrounded by his lips.
He probed the piss slit with his tongue tasting to see if his efforts where rewarded with precum. Not finding any he repeated the process this time massaging the balls with one hand causing Paul let out a short moan. The next time he tongued the head he found what he was looking for. sticky, thick and sweet. he loved the taste of a man in ecstasy. Wanting more, he pressed the space below the heavy nut sack and slowly, carefully massaged the thick tube upward through the balls and up the underside of the shaft, milking every drop of juice from the man before him. With half of the thick cock in his mouth he wrapped his hand around the base and worked his fingers around to include the balls.
Still sucking up and down he reached with the other hand until he found Paul's mouth. Paul opened his mouth and began sucking on the two thick fingers that were suddenly pushed into and probing his mouth. Once sufficiently wet with spit Bob moved his lubed fingers to the puckered hole below his clenched fist feeling the cock throb wildly. Rubbing the outside of the hole teasing and carefully dragging his fingertips across the opening before forcefully inserting one finger inside. Paul bucked his hips upward trying to dislodge the thick finger but only succeeding in forcing more of his dick into Bob's gulping throat.
In one motion Bob removed his finger, let go of the balls, stopped sucking and then lifted Paul's ass into the air. In a curved position Paul found his legs directly over his head with his own dick pointing down at his face.
Bob reached down and moistened two fingers with his own dripping precum and while his other hand spread Paul's cheeks he applied the moistened fingers to the tight hole. Bob relubed the puckered hole with spit until it glistened then leaned forward burying his face up against Paul's crack driving his tongue in as far as he could.
Paul saw stars, the sensation of the goatee rubbing his ass cheeks and the probing tongue rimming deep into his ass caused his precum to flow and drip once again. Not letting it go to waste, Bob first transferred some of the sticky fluid onto his fingers then to Paul's tight hole. He stopped for a second, just long enough for the man below him to catch his breath, then resumed forcefully as if trying to get his head and shoulders inside until the hole was thoroughly moistened.
Bob eased Paul's hips down onto the bed and climbed on top of his chest, up high so his dick pressed against his mouth. Bob commanded, "Get it wet, get it real wet" forcing the purple head between Paul's lips. Paul opened his mouth and sucked, coating Bob with natural lubricant until the entire length was smooth and slick with saliva. Bob changed positions again pushing Paul's legs up to his chest.
Paul grabbed his legs as he felt the thick bulbous head press against his hole. Bob applied pressure until the thick swollen head disappeared then stopped allowing Paul to deal with the pain as his ring stretched open. Bob started to kiss Paul gently at first becoming more aggressive as Paul's ass relaxed and opened up. When Paul was ready he grabbed Bob's ass and pulled him deeper inside. Paul opened his mouth to moan loudly but was quickly muffled by Bob's lips and probing tongue. Bob had a big dick, the large bulbous head was connected to a slightly thinner neck. The middle of the shaft had a larger circumference than the head and the base. Accommodating the large cock took several minutes as Bob pressed in and pulled out each time applying more saliva patiently letting Paul become accustomed to the pain.
Paul was panting, seemingly gasping for air at the intense pleasure of being stuffed full with man meat. When pubic hair touched the spread cheeks Bob pressed down hard trying to reach new depths causing the younger man to gasp and bite his lower lip. Paul needed this, he wanted to be fucked hard and rough by the muscular man with gray eyes. His ass was full, tightly stretched by the rugged rancher on top of him. He clamped and relaxed his ass muscles to signal his readiness. On cue Bob slowly withdrew until only the head remained and applied more saliva to the thickest part of the shaft before slowly forcing back in until his pubes were up against the stretched hole. Paul let out a moan and continued to tighten and relax his asshole milking every inch.
Slowly Bob fucked Paul all the while kissing him, their mouths locked and tongues intertwined in increasing passion. Paul closed his eyes and visualized his hole being stretched by the thick pulsing hard on, he could almost see the blood engorged veins moving in and out while is ass sucked on the thickest part of the shaft. As pleasure mixed with pain he clamped down hard on the fleshy girth that impaled him. As Bob's motions increased he moved his head to Paul's neck and nibbled and licked his ear. Paul moaned loudly with every thrust and soon started to buck his own hips upward to maximize Bob's penetration. His hands spread his cheeks then grabbed Bob's ass tightly pulling him down, deep down into him.
Bob was in full lust, he thrust his hips faster and deeper as if trying to nail Paul to the bed stabbing him savagely with his penis. The large bed was alive with man sex as both men were caught up in a frenzy of passion. Paul lost all sense of time and place. The only feeling he had was his tightly stretched hole and the rhythmic slapping of the low hanging heavy scrotum against his ass as Bob fucked him hard. Bob periodically changed direction to vary the beat and even moved his hips in tight circles. Paul's ass loosened, becoming accustomed to the size and although still tight accepted the invasion with less resistance. Each time Bob shifted direction the change caused Paul to gasp especially when the bulbous head was pulled completely out then quickly driven back in deep until the pole of flesh was pushed in to the hilt. Bob piston fucked him for what seemed like an eternity as Paul gave himself completely never wanting the sensation to end.
Bob licked the palm of his right hand then grabbed Paul's dick, stroking and pumping, matching the rhythm of his forceful deep thrusts. Sweat dripped from Bob's face onto the man below as he looked deep into his eyes. Paul reached around and cupped Bob's low hangers massaging and pulling the jewels within, then without warning pushed a finger up into Bob's ass as far as he could. Bob could no longer restrain himself and started to cum, he shouted "OOHH, YES THAT'S IT" and grunted satisfaction during his release. Paul once again clamped down hard as the man delivered his load deep inside him. Bob thrusts slowed but were longer and deeper than ever before. Paul tightened and pushed his ass to milk the long thick rod that continued to impale him. Then clenching his ass as hard as he could Paul started to cum making loud grunting noises and bucking his hips up and down spurting hot cum over his stomach, chest and even hitting his chin.
Bob was spent, he allowed the full weight of his body to rest on Paul as he caught is breath. Occasionally twitching his dick that was still completely imbedded in the man below him. Paul's cum tried in vane to bond the two chests together, it formed strings of musky threads as Bob shifted his weight and lifted off the man below him. Bob did not pull completely out of Paul's ass but instead rolled him over onto his stomach and lifted his butt up maneuvering to keep his bulbous cock head inside. He grabbed the dark haired man by the thighs and pulled him back about half way onto his dick with one hand while the other callused hand applied pressure to Paul's upper back forcing his face and chest onto one of the pillows.
Bob was going to fuck him again but this time in the same position he had seen through the binoculars earlier that morning. He used his own legs to spread those in front of him then started slowly pushing in and out to distribute the spit he reapplied to his dick. As his motions increased, the moaning man before him reached back grab his ass cheeks spreading wider to help accommodate the flesh that rhythmically probed his ass. After a few minutes Bob's pace quickened causing Paul's softened dick to harden as it bounced up and down between his legs. Bob pulled his dick completely out and replaced it with two thick fingers of his right hand and pushed in as far as they would go. His fingers remained in place for a few seconds then flexed slightly as they withdrew. Bob switched back to his dick and plunged it in then out. He alternated between dick and fingers all the while listening to the city man moan. Bob continued to work Paul's ass for several minutes then pulled his fingers out and reapplied a third. Paul felt the change and reached back to pull his cheeks farther apart. Bob slowly pushed the stretched hole open listening intently for a sign from Paul in case he wanted him to stop. Paul was startled when Bob stopped and removed his fingers saying "You're doing a great job but you're not loose enough to fist, I don't want to hurt ya."
Bob pushed a single finger back inside then without removing it pushed his dick forward once again filling the man's ass. Bob started slow savoring the tightness around his dick and finger. He pulled his dick completely out and slowly pushed a second finger inside as far as it would go then pushed the head back into the moaning man. Bob plunged his dick in to the hilt then bent his fingers into a hook to prevent them from being accidentally dislodged as he quickening his thrusts. Bob let out a grunt with each lunge forward matching Paul's muffled moans. After a few minutes Bob started to cum again shouting "Take it, yea, OH. Aaaah, YEAA Oh YEA" as he forcefully rammed his dick home. Paul grabbed his dick jacking feverishly, the intense pleasure caused by the tightness and movement of the hard dick and fingers was more than he could take causing him to shoot a load of white hot cum before he collapsed onto the bed spent.
Bob pulled out and leaned forward and across the exhausted man before him and lightly bit the right cheek before him and then sharply smacked the other cheek with the open palm of his callused hand. He then went into the bathroom and started the shower. Bob lay on the bed for a minute catching his breath and gathering strength before following Bob into the shower. Both men lathered up and cleaned themselves exchanging a couple of affectionate kisses during the process. After drying off, Bob led Paul back to the bed and pulled the covers back pointing indicating he wished Paul would sleep with him tonight. Paul smiled and climbed into the bed. Bob sat on the edge of the bed stroking Paul's chest arousing his lust once again. He climbed into bed and rolled Paul onto his side. His strong callused hand spread Paul's cheeks as he pushed his semi hard dick against the crack before him. Paul drifted to sleep, held in the arms of the older man with slate gray eyes.
Paul woke the next morning to an empty bed. He found Bob at the kitchen table reading a week old newspaper and sipping coffee from an old ceramic mug. "Bout time you got up, city folk sure sleep late, it's a wonder you get any work done at all" Bob winked at the man who stood there rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning.
A lone oil lamp on the table illuminated the kitchen in a soft glow. Paul instinctively looked at his wrist for the time then suddenly realized where and why he left his watch. He looked out the window, it was still dark outside and he could not see the pine trees or stables. Without looking from the newspaper Bob said "Its almost, 4:00 gone inspect the fences today so need an early start, can you ride or you too sore?"
Paul smiled, turned to get a cup of coffee and answered "I'm sore, but not from the mare." Through the corner of his eye he saw the familiar flash of white teeth.
After morning coffee Bob set the paper down and went to the bedroom. Paul explored the kitchen intending to locate something for breakfast when he heard Bob shout. Paul went to the bedroom and found him setting on the edge of the bed pulling on his boots. Bob had the horses saddled and ready by the time Paul got outside.
They rode south along the fence line then west until coming across a section damaged by a fallen pine. Bob dismounted first and tethered the mare to a nearby branch. Paul followed suit and went to inspect the damage, first investigating the broken trunk before turning his attentions to the fence wire. Testing the weight of the tree and realizing he could not lift it by himself he straightened up and turned around wondering where Bob was. The rancher was setting under the pine where the horses were tethered sipping a cup of coffee from the opened thermos next to him.
He responded to the puzzled look on Paul's face, "No hurry. horses can't get out of the pasture. Don't start til you put these on, ya need gloves to protect your city hands. Have some?" he said lifting up the thermos then reached into a pack and pulled out what appeared to be biscuits. They sat under the pine slowly consuming the simple breakfast while discussing fences, horses and general upkeep of the ranch.
Paul was surprised to learn Bob had packed supplies for several days. The inspection of the fence perimeter would take them all day, more if they encountered other sections that were in disrepair. After the coffee break they hoisted the fallen tree from the broken section and cut new wire to reline the fence. Bob unsheathed a chainsaw and carved the fallen tree into smaller pieces pausing briefly to indicate how the logs should be stacked to minimize rot.
Bob moved to the shade created by a large pine and sat down against the resinous trunk and maneuvering to get as comfortable as possible on the carpet of matted pine needles as he retrieved a tablet from the large burlap sack and started to note their activities.
"Gotta detailed history on this place. This is section B4502" he said tapping his finger on the topographical map indicating their present location.
"Erosion here needs attention. Will have to come back here with seedlings to anchor the ground." Not hearing a reply he looked up to see Paul sitting under a nearby tree preoccupied with the chainsaw. Sipping coffee, he watched the younger man patiently work, surprised to learn he knew how to disassemble and clean the saw even taking care to oil and tighten the mechanics, making a mental note to pay more attention to his abilities, perhaps the city taught him some skill after all.
As Paul attended to the chain saw he tried to stay focused on his attentions but kept thinking about the aggressive almost brutal fucking he received the night before. He thought of how Bob's first used his fingers to loosen his ass then licked and probed with his tongue. He had never felt anything like that before and wanted very much to experience the feeling again. Tightening his ass remembering the pain and intense pleasure of being fingered and fucked at the same time caused his dick to pulse and grow until he became uncomfortable enough to warrant repositioning the swollen meat in his jeans.
Looking up he noticed Bob was up packing the horses, they would be leaving soon so he quickly packed the saw and placed it beside the other bags next to the horses receiving a "thanks" and a smile from Bob for his assistance. They mounted and were headed south along the fence perimeter within 15 minutes leaving only a stack of neatly piled wood and footprints as evidence of their activity.
They traveled the fence south then west until arriving at a small creek of slow moving clear water pausing to allow the horses to drink then resumed their journey in silence until quite unexpectedly Bob turned and steered the mare away from the fence leaving Paul to follow single file behind him. Bob's horse seemed to travel an invisible path that wound sinuously uphill until reaching a bare rock surface at which time Bob dismounted and lead the horse on foot uphill.
At the top of the hill Paul looked down into a ravine that contained a narrow river. Scanning the scenery he noticed a lone outcropping of rock with what appeared to be supplies strewn about. They had arrived at the location where Paul originally made his camp and was subsequently stranded by rising waters.
Bob said, "There is a large sandbar along the waters edge downstream where the river is wide and shallow, we'll cross there and make camp."
Paul was glad they were stopping, his back and sides ached from riding and wanted to rest. It was late afternoon by the time they crossed the river and unpacked the horses at the line of trees that outlined the edge of the sandy shore. Bob released the horses allowing them to roam freely in the shade beneath the trees then unpacked the largest bag containing the food and cooking equipment.
Paul selected a suitable site to build a fire, setting stones in a circular pattern before heading off to explore and collect wood for the fire. Upon returning he noticed Bob had strung mesh hammocks between two adjacent trees and moved the stones closer to the hammocks and moved off to gather kindling and wood.
Paul opened one of the larger packs and found a small cylinder with a hose attached. Paul had seen a device similar to this in a sporting good's store once, and knew it was a water pump that filters undesirable organisms as it pumps. He located the a large pot and went to the river to collect water, filling the coffee pot first then the large cooking pot, figuring that would be enough water for coffee and refilling the canteens.
When Bob returned with his arms full of wood he grinned widely upon seeing both containers full of clean water, the pump had been left out to dry on a rock a few feet away. After placing four large rocks in a square pattern in the center of the stone circle he added kindling, sticks and wood to build a large fire. Once the fire was established he fed it larger pieces of wood then placed a wire grill on the stones followed by the both containers of water. It would be some time before the water was hot so the lids were set in place speed the process and to prevent anything from blowing in.
Climbing up the lone granite outcropping the first thing Paul encountered was the dirty clothing he had laid out to dry. Daytime heat combined with the relentless sun dried the cloths into a rigid figure resembling a cardboard cutout of a person waving. He continued up until he reached the sleeping bag and started to roll it tightly into a compact bundle securing it with straps then picked up and the remaining gear that was located at the base of the rock wall before heading back down.
He heard Bob laugh and looking to see him standing over his cloths mimicking the body position displayed there. Bob picked up each piece and folded them into compact bundles. He placed the socks and boxers into one boot and the shirt and belt into the other, finishing by tightly wrapping the boots with the jeans. Both men quickly descended the rock outcropping and headed back down stream toward the new camp.
Bob checked to see how hot the water was then applied more wood to the fire before climbing into a hammock to relax and take the load off his feet. He liked the heat of the day and wanted to stretch out and relax before preparing something to eat. Paul opened one of the large bags and pulled out a pair of shorts. Bob watched as the younger man stripped down removing his jeans then underwear quickly grabbing and stretching his dick to separate it from the sweaty balls before pulling on the pair of shorts.
Bob stared at the muscular man as he headed away across the sand toward the water noting the muscular definition of his body softly biting his lower lip as he thought about their sex the night before. He watched for a few minutes before getting up and attending to the now active coffee pot that bubbled out landing in a hiss of steam as it contacted the hot embers below.
Although the camp style coffee pot was designed to be placed directly on hot coals, the stay-cool handle did not entirely protect against the heat and a gloved hand was used to pour the first cup. He savored hot coffee. It didn't matter what time of the day it was, although during the mid afternoon it tended to make him warmer than he liked. It was late in the day and he was already hot as lustful thoughts kept flooding his mind.
Paul stopped at the waters edge, "hard to believe this was flooded a two days ago" he said aloud eyeing the water and noting how clear and clean it was. He stepped forward feeling the cool water envelop his feet as he waded in up to his calves. Paul was hot and wanted to go swimming to cool down and rinse the sweat and dirt from his tired body. The river was about 40 feet wide here and shallow, just barely covering his body as he lay down to submerge himself in the swiftly flowing current. Enjoying the hot sun on his body and the cool swift water surrounding him as he rubbed his body to dislodge any remaining dirt that had not already washed away.
Paul was suddenly inspired, maybe it was the country air or the seclusion of the wilderness that prompted him to stand up and quickly exit the water. He walked over to the older rusty haired man that was resting comfortably in the hammock and leaned over kissed him long and heard on the mouth. He tasted the remnants of coffee as he forcefully tongue probed pressing him firmly into the mesh netting reaching down into his shirt to locate and squeeze a nipple he found there.
The thought of Paul's aggressiveness toward wanting him again caused Bob to grin widely breaking their almost smothering embrace. Paul wondering what was so funny tried to pull away only to be grabbed and held in place by strong muscular arms. Bob relaxed and allowed him to continue, encouraging the aggressive behavior by subtle body motions and moans. Paul extended a hand and helped Bob out of the hammock. He then adjusted the height lowering it until it was just above the ground. Using his hands he guided Bob onto the ground then he stripped his wet shorts off and climbed into the hammock moving his now erect dick through the mesh and pointing straight down. Bob laid down on his back and slid under the hammock opening his mouth and taking Paul's dick inside. He held it in his mouth feeling it twitch and pulse for a moment before he started sucking and moving his lips slowly alternating the pressure while gently massaging and pulling on the suspended mans balls trying to lower them undoing the affect the cool water caused.
Paul was still for a minute feeling the warm moist feeling of the mans mouth before he reached down and started to unbutton the jeans intending to free the rapidly growing bulge that was just below his face. Bob assisted in removing his pants and underwear never allowing Paul's dick to escape his lips. There was not enough room to move his head so he reached up and applied pressured down onto Paul's ass. Paul responded by slowly pumping his hips up and down feeding his cock to the hungry man below using one hand to steady himself to prevent accidentally falling out of the netting. The curvature of the hammock raised his head too high preventing him from sucking the temptingly close dick so he used his free hand to fondle the man.
Bob sucked and slurped making wet noises as the shaft pressed in and out against his lips keeping pace with the quickening thrusts of the man above him. He sucked faster and harder tightening his lips hard around the base each time the head touched the back of his throat. Bob tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide taking the head deep into his throat. Paul's hanging nuts were against his nose and eyes when suddenly Bob gagged causing Paul's arousal to peak. The younger man pushing his hips down grunting loudly sending a spurt of hot cum into Bob's throat. Bob gulped and swallowed keeping the head inside his throat as Paul unloaded his wad. Bob pushed Paul up with his hands until the head was once again held in place by his lips then his tongue went to work against the piss slit flicking across the sensitive head to taste the last drops of cum that were slowly expelled . Paul quickly climbed off the hammock and lifted Bob off the ground kissing him passionately and deeply trying to taste his own cum in Bob's mouth. Bob realized he taught this to the younger man that day in the shower and cooperated fully as both men sucked and probed each others mouth in a frenzy of passion.
Bob tenderly grabbed Paul by the arms and led him over to the waters edge kissing him passionately keeping him preoccupied has he slowly made his way over to the river then unceremoniously tossed him into the cool clear water.
Paul started to get out of the water but hesitated upon seeing Bob unbutton and remove his shirt intending to join him in the swiftly flowing water. Bob eased into the water laying down to submerge his entire body then stood up and went to the sandy bank. Paul noticed the other mans hard on had softened but had not gone limp. "your turn" was all Paul said as he guided Bob face down onto the sandy shore.
Paul climbed onto the muscular back before him and began to massage starting at his neck and shoulders working slowly down to his feet deliberately avoiding contact with Bob's waist area. After working down each leg he concentrated his efforts at the tight muscular butt in front of him. Using both hands he massaging and spreads the cheeks apart until the rosy bud in the center was exposed, then worked the hole loose with one saliva lubed finger before pressing his face into the warm flesh before him. Paul had never rimmed another man and tried to duplicate Bob's motions from before, encouraged by moans emanating below him he deepened his motions. Bob reached back and grabbed his ass with both hands spreading his cheeks apart to encourage deeper and longer penetrations. Paul used his now free hands to slowly jack him off increasing his motions faster as the man's breathing became heavier. Paul intended to fuck Bob and coated his dick with spit to ease penetration into the well lubed hole, but when he leaned forward and placed his dick head at the puckered hole and started to press in Bob reached back and stopped him.
"Use your hands on my ass and suck me off, I'll show you what I like."
It was Bob who now took control pushing Paul onto the sand and then climbed on top of him in a 69 position. Bob immediately took the rigid shaft into his mouth and held the head between his lips as he used his hands to spread Paul's legs wide apart. Bob placed two fingers against the side of Paul's dick and opened his mouth wider to accommodate both dick and fingers sucking and coating both with spit making sure to rub the coarse hair of his goatee against the dark pubes. Bob could feel Paul was duplicating his actions feeling the wet lips and fingers against his own thick dick. Bob transferred one of the now slick fingers to the tight hole in front of him and proceeded to probe in with his thick index finger causing a grunt and moan to escape from the man underneath him.
Bob worked one finger in then as he started to apply pressure with the second finger he began to suck up and down taking the shaft further into his mouth. As the second finger penetrated Paul's ass Bob could feel his own hole being stretched open by invading fingers that were duplicating his actions acting almost like a remote control of his own hand. As he pushed into the hole in front of him his own ass felt the same sensation a few seconds later. After a few probes Bob relubed his fingers and reapplied them to Paul's ass. Once Paul had relaxed enough to easily take the second finger he pressed in and turned his wrist then repeated the same action in reverse fucking him with his thick fingers. When his fingers located the sensitive lump of prostate Paul gasped and moaned as busy finger tips worked in unison across the sensitive lump.
Bob groaned loudly as Paul copied his actions, both men sucking and probing each other on the sandy beach. Paul moaned loudly as he tightened his ass onto the thrusting fingers. Paul clamped down hard onto Bob's fingers then let loose without a sound. Bob first felt the surge flow through Paul's dick then he could taste the salty cum shoot into his mouth. Bob applied a third finger to the now loosened hole and pressed in stretching the hole tight causing Paul to buck his hips. Paul's dick was suddenly free as it released a second spurt of cum onto Bob's chin and neck. Bob reached up and pulled on Paul's dick milking the last of the cum that dripped out then he tightened his ass onto the probing fingers releasing his own load into Paul's mouth causing him to gag and choke before collapsing down onto the man below him.
After a moment Bob stood up and walked into cool clear water to rinse the sweat and cum from his body savoring the cool swift water flowing past him as he sat down, lowering himself until his shoulders were completely submerged. After a few minutes he looked up at the exhausted man laying on the shore and wondered if he had dozed off.
"Don't fall asleep there, you'll get sunburned and regret it tomorrow."
Paul got up and headed to the water to rinse off, wading past Bob and casually reaching down with his left hand to give his dick a quick squeeze as he went by.
After washing, Paul pulled on shorts and hiking boots then attended the horses tempting them with tasty treats before heading down stream turning over larger rocks at the waters edge hoping to find something suitable to use for bait. A compact telescoping fishing rod with a micro reel was packed in anticipation of occasional opportunities to fish during their trek.
Bob went back to the hammock to lay down and relax keeping one eye open and fixed on the city man headed down stream. Warm mid-day breezes flowed past his still naked body as he reached down up to give his nuts a casual scratch with his finger tips. He tightened his ass a couple times as his thoughts drifted off and his mind tried in vain to focus on the days pending activities which now seemed distant and unimportant.
Bob woke to the sudden cold shock of a wet fish being dropped on his stomach. Unable to keep his balance in the hammock as his legs shifted Bob found himself in an undignified position face down on the ground covered in dirt and pine needles.
"Country folk sure sleep a lot" Paul said with a smile as he reached down to collect the fish flopping on the ground then strode back to the water. Bob stood up and brushed himself off as he watched the younger man release his catch back to the river. Bob finished pulling on his jeans and boots as Paul returned to camp.
"Gonna spend the night here then head west across the river tomorrow. Have some minor repairs over at the widow Dylan's place. Need to rest tonight cause its a rough ride over uneven terrain."
"How long's the ride?"
"Bout two hours, and guessing another four hours of work. More fence repair and have to rehang one of the barn doors"
"so we need an early start, too bad I don't have an alarm clock... I tend to sleep in late.
"heh, if you do Ill throw you into the river again" was all Bob said as he flashed his familiar white smile and walked to attend to the horses.
The remainder of the day was spent securing the horses, locating fire wood and packing nonessential camping gear. As night descend on the river basin camp activities centered around the camp fire. Additional water was filtered and placed in covered pots to boil thus sanitizing any undesirables from the water. Fore several hours both men sat around the fire mindlessly stoking the embers and compared ranch life to urban city living.
Bob got up and left camp to relieve himself and Paul did the same only going the opposite direction. Upon returning Paul was surprised to see Bob unrolling two sleeping bags and zip them together to form one large compartment. Paul thought they would be sleeping in the suspended hammocks.
Bob stripped down, rolled his Jeans up then placed them and his boots into the hammock. Bob settled into the sleeping bag and moved to the far side. He rolled over onto his side with his bare butt facing Paul. Bob intentionally left the other side of the sleeping bag open in an unspoken invitation to the younger man. Paul unbuttoned his shorts and kicked off his hiking boots and placed them next to the jeans and boots in the hammock then joined the other man in the sleeping bag.
After a few minutes Bob rolled over to his other side and draped a muscular arm over Paul's waist then gave the younger mans dick a quick squeeze. Bob nuzzled closer spooning Paul then inhaled deeply and slowly exhaling into the back of his neck. Paul fell asleep quickly nestled in the arms of another man.
Paul woke as Bob unzipped and exited the sleeping bag to relieve himself away from camp. Paul realized morning was approaching although there were no telltale signs of sunrise yet. He looked up and saw Bob refuel the coals with kindling in preparation of coffee then watched as he headed into the darkness toward the river. Paul exited the sleeping bag and reached for his shorts only to pause in mid reach by the sound of a distinct splash and the muffled gasp of a warm body hitting cold water. A minute later Bob appeared in camp and headed to the fire proceeding to rub his wet skin dry by the now roaring blaze.
"Thought you were a late sleeper... was looking forward to tossing ya in the river again" Bob said with a one sided grin.
"I slept good and solid, must have really needed the rest."
"Go jump in... the waters great, it will clear your mind and rinse the sleep from your eyes"
"I can see that... by the way where'd your balls go? Did you leave them in the water?"
Now it was Paul's turn to laugh as he headed toward the river. He stopped at the sandy bank and tested the water with his foot.
"Damn that's cold" was all he said as he strode into the river up to his knees then bent over to wash his face and in one swift motion submerged his head in the cool clear water. Returning to camp Paul ran his fingers through his hair to squeeze out as much water as possible then mimicked Bobs actions trying to dry himself by the fire.
"I see your boys didn't take kindly to the river either, here put these on..."
Hot jeans hit Paul square in the chest as he could feel the sting of hot metal as the zipper touched his skin.
"How did..."
"An old camping trick, will show you next time the opportunity arises"
"Reheated biscuits and coffee for breakfast. Lets get moving soon... the widow Dylan will have lunch ready for us after we get the work completed. Hope you are hungry she always prepares a feast when I show up"
Both men downed their meager breakfasts and sat around long enough to quickly quickly sip down a fresh cup of coffee. The darkness was becoming a dull gray as daylight started to gain a foothold forcing the night sky back to the other side of the world. By the time camp was packed the bright pink sunrise illuminated their surroundings. They saddled up and headed across the river headed west.
The ride was indeed rough as Bob had indicated although it did not take the full two hours as expected. As an old rock house came into view Paul could see what Bob meant by minor repairs. The first thing he noticed was the barn door, which was on it's side against the side of the barn. The house had a broken window and the corral needed a few boards replaced.
As they neared the house the chickens started sounding off, clucking wildly as if to sound an alarm. The screen door of the house opened and a thin blond woman dressed in a brown skirt screamed in excitement and ran toward Bob causing his horse to take a step back with it's ears laid flat back.
"Wasn't expecting you until next week... you must have had a cancellation? she said then before Bob could answer she turned to Paul and winked.
"Nice looking man you have there, are you the hired help or a tennant?"
"I rented a room, but"
"Park the horses and come inside, will make you something decent to eat... bet he only fed you biscuits this morning, right?"
Before Paul could answer, the nameless woman turned and ran back to the house. The screen door slammed before Paul dismounted and a loud clash of pots and pans could be heard emanating from the kitchen.
Missy yelled from the kitchen, "Gonna fix you up right. Boys NEED to eat"
"Her name's Missy. Hasn't changed at all." Her husband died a couple years ago. Don't see Jr though, probably headed out yonder.
Bob directed the horses to the corral and dismounted then proceeded to remove the bridle and saddles from the mounts give them a much needed rest. Paul expected to go inside but Bob headed toward the barn and immediately started examination of the hinges to see what repairs were needed.
About an hour later Missy came showed up wearing an apron and carrying a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses of ice. She placed the refreshments on a shelf in the barn and headed back into the house. Another hour went by and she reappeared announcing the food was almost ready.
"Boys need to get yourselves washed up. Come take a break and eat something."
The inside of the house was similar to Bob's but smaller with only two bedrooms. The interior was a complete opposite of the dusty outside. Everything was clean and polished to such an extent that Paul wondered how the inside could be so clean when one of the living room windows was broken.
Missy talked about a mile a minute saying nothing in particular. Bob could barely get a word in edgewise until her attentions focused on taking lunch from the oven.
Lunch consisted of pork chops, green beans, mashed potatoes and homemade rolls. Meal conversation centered on what repairs were already completed and a wish list of items to be fixed before heading out. Paul was surprised to learn Bob was actually employed by Missy to perform these odd jobs and that he would show up three or four times a year to work on the house and property.
After lunch the men continued with the outside repairs and then started on the house. Missy had purchased a new window in anticipation of Bob's arrival and after the pane was replaced she demanded that they take a rest. Bob was reluctant to stop indicating that time was short and they had to be leaving soon. Another round of lemonade was served and Missy tucked a folded piece of paper into the pocket of Bob's shirt and tip toed to kiss him on the cheek.
After the last of the activities were completed Bob said his goodbyes and while Missy was distracted talking to Paul he pulled the check from his shirt pocket and tore it in half without looking at the dollar amount. He placed the check and a wad of cash on the table under the salt shaker and gave Missy a wave goodbye.
Bob and Paul were back on the horses, saddled up and headed down the dirt road as Missy stood in the doorway waving. They followed the road north and ultimately crossed the river at which point Bob veered off and followed the river. Paul asked what direction they were headed and what activities were planned for the next day.
"Going to inspect last years seedlings and measure the growth on the ones planted the year before. Haven't been back to see them in a year."
"How far until we make camp?"
"Little more than an hour, the terrain this direction is easy to navigate. We are just following the river basin until it narrows with cliffs on either side then will stop and make camp."
Paul looked ahead and for the first time noticed the landscape was already changing. The river basin was narrowing and cliffs seemed to rise out of nowhere. Astounded he looked back and realized why he didn't notice the change before. Each time they rounded a bend in the river they lost sight of the path behind them. The trees in this part were different. There were fewer pines and more maple. Several turns later and Bob indicated they should stop up ahead and prep the camp.
Paul dismounted first and started to unpack his horse when he realized Missy had packed extras for their trip wrapped in brown paper bags. Probably food he thought. Missy had been busy during their time working making sure the riders and their horses were well fed and watered. Bob took the horses and secured them for the night while Paul moved stones closer to the trees in anticipation of building a fire like before. Bob searched for kindling and fire wood then deposited what he found near the stones.
"Move the stones over there, maybe another ten feet. Don't want the smoke blowing back on us all night"
"Will do."
"Gonna rinse off after the fire gets going"
"Don't mind being dirty, but I do take advantage of water when its available"
Paul watched the older man kick off his boots and peel off the blue jeans. Paul liked watching men move. It didn't matter what they were doing... Work, exercise, sex... it didn't matter. He liked seeing muscles flex and especially the hint of male sexuality such as the exposed nipple or the way a box formed in his pants while he walked.
Bob was only wearing a tee shirt and underwear when he noticed Paul stopped moving. Bob look up and realized he was being watched. Paul was so distracted that he didn't realize Bob stopped undressing and walked over the packs and take a brown bag out. Bob's back was facing Paul as he tilted his head back and took a swig of the contents in the brown paper bag. Bob figured Paul was still watching him and he slowly placed his hands on his cheeks and started to massage his own butt through his underwear. Bob turned around and didn't look in Paul's direction. Instead he focused his gaze on the horses and with one hand reached inside the front of his underwear and repositioned his balls and dick, which had started to grow and swell.
Bob walked over toward Paul and handed him the flask of whisky then pulled off his socks and underwear and headed toward the river to bathe. Paul had accepted the flask without knowing it's contents and unscrewed the top taking a whiff of the unknown contents inside. Realizing what it was, Paul intended to take a sip but mistakenly gulped down more than he anticipated. The whisky hit the roof of his mouth and splashed against the back of his throat causing him to cough and hack so loud that Bob looked his direction from the river to see the younger man step out of his underwear.
Bob finished bathing as Paul reached the waters edge. Both naked men exchanging places as the older man headed up to the camp fire while the younger entered the water. Paul could feel the alcohol affecting his mind and he once again found himself staring at the rustic man now tending and fine tuning the fire. Paul watched intently as Bob squatted naked between him and the fire with his back to the river. Bob reached down with one hand and encircled his nuts with his thumb and forefinger pulling them down and gently massaging the jewels inside the hairy sack. Paul mirrored the activity but the cold water had already worked against him sending his balls up into the relative warmth of his body. Massaging his nuts to a lower position gave him a mild burning sensation as the now tight skin was pulled and stretched down. Paul shuddered slightly as he now started to feel the cool air and the affects of the cold water and proceeded to rub his hands all over his body to dislodge the dirt and grime deposited by the days events. He gave his nuts one final pull then headed out of the river and back to the warmth of the fire.
The sun hidden behind the cliff started to descend beyond the horizon causing daylight to fade. Both men had dressed in jeans and tee shirts and now were busy preparing the evening meal. Bob had located some thin sampling branches and proceeded to sharpen the ends while Paul patiently sliced the fresh bell peppers and tomatoes that Missy had packed along with the remainder of the pork chops using the back of a cast iron skillet as a makeshift cutting board. Bob handed the sapling branches to Paul who in turn alternately applied meat and vegetables. The older man wrapped then in tin foil as each was completed and set them aside in close proximity to the fire until they were ready to eat. The meals were close enough to the fire to keep the insects at bay but far enough away to prevent overheating.
As the darkness of night enclosed around them the men settled into conversations about how to run the ranch and the upkeep required. Paul was fascinated and asked detailed questions which Bob answered in responsive detail. Bob cleared an area for the sleeping bags and unrolled them side by side. He was on his hands and knees zipping the sleeping bags together when Paul walked over and sat down next to him and started to massage is butt through his jeans. Bob finished and turned his attentions to the dark haired man and maneuvered him down onto his back and proceeded to kiss him softly on the lips. Within a few minutes both men stripped down and where softly exploring each others aroused bodies illuminated by the soft light of the camp fire.
Paul stood up and in one quick move planted his face in Bob's ass probing first with his tongue then with a spit lubed finger working the to the second digit of his index finger. Paul continued to work the hole in front of him until it accepted a second finger causing the prone man to let out a low moan of pleasure. Bob was preoccupied being fingered Paul applied spit to the palm of his other hand and proceeded to lube his throbbing dick. Paul was going to fuck Bob good and hard and imagined it was his dick sliding in and out of the puckered hole in front of him.
Paul grabbed the base of his dick with once hand and replaced the fingers in Bob's ass with the head of his dick. Bob realizing the change started to protest as Paul leaned forward pushing past the tight ring and stopped.
"Damn that hurts" was all Bob said as he reached behind him to halt the advancement of the pole invading his ass. Paul stopped and forced his cock to throb twice each time causing moans from the man in front of him. Paul started to pull back and relubed his shaft then using both hands to spread the Bob's ass he leaned forward pushing in deeper than before. Bob moaned again as he started to become accustomed to the pain and slowly rested his face on the sleeping bag then reached back with both hands and pulled his cheeks apart inviting Paul to continue.
Paul started slowly, moving in and pulling back until only his cock head remained inside, fucking Bob slowly. He increased the speed slightly causing Bob to spread his legs wider and shift his weight until his chest and shoulders were flat on the sleeping bag. The older man reached back and grabbed his bouncing dick and started to jack himself keeping tempo with the thrusting dick invading his ass. Paul increased his thrusts as he felt his nuts slam into the back of Bob's causing the moans to change to grunts with each deep lunge. Paul was now pounding Bob's ass hard and working up a sweat which ran down his face and stung his eyes. Bob's ass clamped onto Paul's dick as he started to cum shooting a thick load into his fist and released a loud sustained moan greater than any before, before collapsing onto the sleeping bag.
Paul was not finished fucking the man laying before him. Bob didn't resist as Paul slowly rolled him over and guided onto his back then proceeded to spread his legs providing easy access to his butt. Paul relubed his dick and placed the head at Bob's now loosened hole and pressed forward once again impaling his dick deep into the man below him. Paul started to rhythmically slide in and out as Bob transferred the fist full of cum to his dick to lube the thick shaft as he slowly started to move his hand up and down. Paul pushed all the way in and held that position then arched his back bending down to take Bob's spunk covered dick into his mouth to savor the essence of the man he was fucking. Bob had never been fucked and sucked before and closed his legs to trap Paul in that position for as long as he could. The movement encouraged the younger man to strain to get as much of the cock into his mouth as possible before resuming his invasion and slow conquest of Bob's ass.
Paul kept a steady pace pulling his dick almost completely out until just the head remained inside then slowly pushed back in until his pubes were pressed hard against the warm moist ass. Bob placed his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs to his chest to give the younger man full unrestricted access as he concentrated on tightening his hole to coincide with each withdrawal.
Paul had never been so pleased in his life and didn't want the sensation to end. He stared down at the man he was pleasuring noticing the muscular definition of this body, riveting eyes and his rugged good looks softly illuminated by the glow from the camp fire. He listened to intently to the moans escaping the ranchers lips adjusting this rhythm and direction of this hips to coincide with the facial expressions and moans. The nocturnal sounds of the wild country created an orchestra which was occasionally interrupted by the popping of the camp fire and the slow steady moans of passionate man sex.
Bob could feel the long deep strokes in his ass an the intense pleasure Bob's bulbous dick head caused as it slid across his sensitive prostate, then realized after looking up at the man that he was no longer just being fucked... the younger city man was making love to him, and enjoying it thoroughly. Bob felt the rigidness of the dick inside him as it and the man on top of him responded to his every move and sound he made. The soft smooth interior of his ass was being stroked by the slow repeated motions as a man's cock reached and probed his insides. Bob half smiled, closed his eyes and concentrated on using this ass muscles to their fullest potential to stimulate and encourage the lust both men now shared.
Bob woke to the sounds of birds chirping in the nearby trees and was immediately lost in a mild state of panic as he tried to decipher what time it was. He could not remember ever sleeping this late as the sun's rays brightly illuminated the far cliff to the west of their camp. He sat up and inhaled the intense wonderful aroma of freshly brewed coffee noticing the blazing fire which had judging by the ashen covered logs had been prepared some time ago. He shifted his gaze and saw both horses and realized although he was alone in camp the other man had took off on foot. Bob exited the sleeping bag and quickly pulled on jeans then carefully walked to the edge of camp to relieve himself beside a full grown maple tree.
Paul strode into camp an hour or so later and noticed Bob had already packed the camp and was sitting patiently by the fire stoking the glowing embers and sipping coffee apparently waiting his return. Bob indicated they would be headed to the last remaining area of fence that had not previously been checked then would head back to the ranch house. As Paul mounted his horse he realized his vacation was coming to an end and he would soon be back at the rock house packing his belongings in preparation to the long drive back to the city.
The ride back was uneventful and seemed shorter than he expected. Upon reaching the stables Bob noticed that When Paul dismounted and proceeded to remove the saddle from the horse, his actions were fluid and purposeful, almost second nature as if somehow he was not some greenhorn fresh from the city. Paul unpacked the horses and stowed the saddles in the barn then lead the horses to the open pasture where he unbridled them to roam free giving each a swift pat on the hindquarters as an unspoken sign of farwell.
The remainder of the day was spent unpacking, cleaning and storing the camping gear used during their trip. Paul was busy separating cloths in preparation of laundering their soiled clothing when Bob presented him with a sealed envelope and explained it contained payment for his services and reimbursement of his vacation since Paul had spent the majority of the time actually working. Paul accepted the envelope and after the first load of laundry was started he placed it on his backpack next the the bag in the guest room.
As day once again yielded it's grasp to the oncoming night both men sat at the oversized bench style kitchen table fatigued from their long ride, unshaven and still covered with grit from the days activities. Paul smiled as Bob sat across from him placing a bottle of whisky on the table then proceeded to shuffle a very old set of playing cards. An hour or so later as the effects of the whisky had started to show Bob intently staring at Paul's face for an indication of what he held in his hands.
"I see your ten and raise you this..." as he tossed Paul's truck keys onto the pile of coins and bills strewn at the center of the table.
Paul didn't realize Bob still had his keys from their first session of poker more than a week ago. Paul stood up and went into the guest room then as he sat down placed the unopened envelope on the growing pile.
"I call"
"Looks like I won again"
"Looks like you have to stay here" Bob shouted as he slammed yet another full house down on the table with one hand and pulled the winnings close to his tee covered chest.
"Glad you won. I'm still sore from..."
Bob cut him off in mid sentence, "I'm the one who is sore, and I don't mean from riding the mare"
Both men paused and laughed for a moment as Bob still holding on to the winnings started to speak.
"I could sure use help with the ranch, if you're interested?"
"You offering me a job?"
"No", "I want you to live here"
Paul looked up into the slate gray eyes and at the stunning white teeth that seemed so familiar to him. Paul downed the shot of whisky before him and poured another glass then pushed it in front of Bob. He didn't say yes, instead he got up and walked to Bob's bedroom and proceeded to undress stripping off the dirty cloths from their trip.
Bob downed the whisky then got up and hung the pickup keys next to his on the side of the kitchen cabinet. He heard the shower adjacent to his bedroom activate as he placed Paul's backpack and bag in the bottom of his bedroom closet. Bob sat on the on the corner of the bear skin covered bed and proceeded to remove his boots and jeans. White teeth once again flashed as he heard Paul shout from the shower.
"Come on man, you're holding me up"
Bob tugged on his low hanging nuts as he stepped out of his underwear and headed to the shower to give the younger, ex-city man another lesson in slow country ways.
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