Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2008 20:32:51 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip, part 1

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			     Road Trip, Part 1

	Jim picked me up about five o'clock.  We'd planned to eat breakfast
down the road in about an hour and wanted to get an early start.  I had my
bag, my sleeping bag, and my camera gear packed up, ready to go, the night
before.
	Jim pulled up in his son's cherry red Mustang convertible.  It was
beautiful!  I stowed my bag in the trunk, put my camera behind the front
seat, and slipped into the leather bucket seat.  Jim revved the engine a
bit, and we headed out of town.
	We both had three weeks off from work, and we were on an adventure!
We were driving Jim's brother's Mustang across the country, and his brother
didn't trust the moving company.  When Jim was telling me he was going to
take some time off and drive his brother's car across the country, I nearly
drooled with envy.
	"I've always wanted to take a road trip across the country, in a
hot red convertible," I said.  "You are going to have a blast."
	"Well, Dave, why don't you come along?  You've been telling me you
need a break from work, and you have a ton of vacation time to burn," Jim
said.  "We could have a great time.  You'll find lots of stuff to
photograph, and we could take our time, just exploring.  I'll take my
little tent, and we could sleep out sometimes, and get a motel once in a
while, too."
	It sounded like the perfect opportunity, and the perfect vacation.
Soon, we had maps spread out on his kitchen table, talking excitedly about
what routes to take, what places we wanted to see.  And, Jim was an
attractive, intelligent man, and three weeks with him was going to be a
treat.
	The week flew by, as we both put in extra hours at work to finish
up some projects and hand off some other work, and packed for the trip.
	An hour down the road, the sun began to rise, and I took a good
look at my traveling companion for the next three weeks.  Jim was a big
guy, muscular and densely built.  An athlete in college, he had kept up
with his weight lifting and played basketball a night a week at the local
gym.  He wore a thick moustache that he kept neatly trimmed.  He hadn't
shaved at this early hour, and his jaw was shadowed by black and gray
stubble that ran from his neck up into his cheeks, and was thicker on his
chin.
	When I met Jim in college, he had a full beard, which complimented
the shape of his masculine face, and made him a handsome figure, and very
popular on the dating circuit of the campus.  But, when he started applying
for jobs our senior year, he shaved it off, saying that he needed to look
more conservative, and fit in with corporate image of a young professional.
	I tried to talk him out of shaving, because he looked so handsome
with the beard, and I had my fantasies about running my own hands through
all that fur, and having my way with him.  We'd both grown our beards at
about the same time, and I'd kept mine, usually keeping it trimmed and
tidy, and sometimes experimenting with just a moustache, or a goatee.  But,
I always ended up going back to the full beard, as it just felt right for
me.
	We leisurely headed down the coastal roads that day, stopping for
me to take pictures, and Jim to look for birds.  He was a serious amateur
birder and was keen on seeing as many species on this trip as he could.  We
made a good pair, looking for spectacular photographs to take or colorful
birds to enjoy.
	Jim knew in college I was gay, but he didn't keep that from
preventing our friendship to grow.  Still, I kept my attraction for him a
secret, as I thought he was straight, and would be offended if I came on to
him.
	We stopped for dinner at a little country caf‚, and then drove
down to a small park by the ocean, pitched Jim's little tent, and set out
our sleeping bags.  No one else was in the small campground, and we picked
the perfect site, right next to the protected beach.  As the sun set, I got
out my camera, and Jim broke out a bottle of blackberry brandy.  We sipped
the sweet nectar as the sun fell below the ocean.  I set up my tripod and
took some photos, including one with my timer, Jim and I against the sun as
it sunk into the blue ocean.
	"Ah, the start of a great trip," Jim said.  "Today was perfect, and
we have three weeks of doing just what we did today."
	After dark, we looked at stars and the rising moon over the
mountains, and then crawled into the tent, and I stripped off my T shirt
and briefs.  I'd always slept in the nude, and I wasn't going to change
now, even in our tight quarters.  Jim stripped down to the buff, too.  I'd
never known him to sleep nude in college, the last time we had slept
together.
	"So, Jim, how long have you slept bare ass?" I asked, as I admired
his muscular butt, and dark thatched hair surrounding his long, uncut cock.
It was a beauty, as it danced above his large furry balls, as Jim stuck his
feet into his sleeping bag.
	"Well, not very long.  I've decided to live life a bit differently
lately.  I want to try new things, and this trip is my chance to get out of
my rut.  So, to answer your question directly, tonight," Jim said.  "I'm
just tired of the way things have been going, and, I guess, I really want
to find out what I really like."
	Jim stretched out, and raised his muscled arms above his head, his
hairy armpits bared, and his chest muscles stretched out before my eyes,
his brown nipples stiffening in the cool of the evening.  His jaw and chin
were stubblier now, and I could see the distinct edge of his beard line on
his cheeks.  I wanted to reach over and rub my hands all over him.
	"What do you want to do differently on this trip, then?" I asked.
	Jim talked about not having a routine, being spontaneous, being
open to adventure, and not having to worry about work.
	"I also want to get to know you better, Dave.  I loved being your
roommate in college, but we've drifted apart over the years.  And, this
trip is a chance to get re-acquainted, and to deepen our friendship," Jim
said.
	I agreed, and I said I'd really enjoy that.  We talked on for a
while, about the day and about where we wanted to go tomorrow.  Our
conversation ebbed and we both yawned.  We said good night and Jim rolled
over towards me, closing his eyes, his furry, bare chest and biceps within
reach of my hungry hands.  I managed to shut my eyes and work on falling to
sleep, feeling lucky to be so close to this strong, hairy man.
	I awoke in the night, surprised to find Jim's meaty arm around my
shoulder, his strong, calloused hand resting firmly on my chest hair.  His
face was next to mine, and I could hear his soft breathing.  His arm was
heavy and his fingers enmeshed in my chest hairs, and I couldn't roll away
from him.  Not that I wanted to, as his warm, hairy body felt good next to
my skin.  Jim moved his head slightly, rubbing his stubble against my neck.
I smiled, and soon drifted away, my dreams coming true.
	The next morning, the sun was just peaking over the mountains, as I
crawled out of the sleeping bag, to find Jim standing bare-assed about
fifty feet away, glassing the beach with his binoculars.  I admired his
hairy butt muscles and strong legs as I walked up behind him.  His stubble
glistened in the first light of the morning.
	"Top of the morning, Jim.  What do you have in the glasses?" I
asked.
	"Sandpipers.  They're beautiful.  Must be several hundred of them,"
Jim replied, and handed me the binoculars.
	We looked at the birds for a while, as they played tag with the
waves hitting the sand, and then gazed at the first light of the sun
glinting on the ocean.  The beach was quiet, except for an occasional low
breaker curling into the sand, sending foam and sheets of water up the
slope of the beach.
	"Let's go for a swim," I said.  "The water's going to be pretty
warm and it's a great way to start the day,"
	Jim protested, saying he wasn't wearing anything and he'd never
skinny dipped before.
	"Jim, there's no one else around here.  We're all alone, and your
big cock won't scare too many whales around here.  Let's go," I said,
grabbing his hand as we ran down to the beach and waded in up to our
chests, the surf crashing into us.  Soon, we were bobbing around like
corks, splashing each other and diving into the next oncoming wave, until
we were too tired to go on.
	Back at the tent, I took my towel and rubbed Jim's head, shoulders
and back, and around his hard butt, drying him off from the swim.  I moved
around and rubbed the towel on his face, and his hairy chest and belly.
Then, I moved down to his crotch and rubbed his cock and balls and his
thick pelt of hair until every part of him was dry.
	I threw the towel at him, as I said, "OK, Jim, it's your turn."
	Jim toweled me dry in the same way, including spending some extra
time making sure my manhood was dry and clean.  Our skin was pink and
alive, with the stimulation of the salt water, beach sand, and the towel.
	"Ah, that was great," I said, as we sat down at the picnic table to
look over the ocean.  Jim didn't reach for his pants, and neither did I.  I
wanted to spend more time admiring his hairy body and his strong, manly
features.  For me, this was the beauty of the morning.
	Jim pulled out his small backpacking stove and began to boil water,
and put a French press coffee maker and two mugs down on the table.  Soon,
the smell of fresh coffee and the sea air filled my nostrils with
anticipation.
	As we sipped our coffee, Jim asked, "Well, Dave, I told you what I
wanted out of this trip.  What do you want?"
	I thought a minute, and said, "Well, I'm not as philosophical as
you, but, I'd like to watch your beard grow on this trip.  I've always
liked you with a beard, and you've got a good start on one this morning.
You know I like bearded, hairy men, and you're a handsome one to be
spending time with."
	Jim blushed, and reached out to touch my beard.
	"Your beard is so soft, and curly.  I like the feel of it.  And,
I've been thinking about growing one again.  That's why I didn't shave
yesterday, before we left," Jim said quietly.
	"It's really hard for me to try something new.  It always has been
for me.  I, well, I like things the way they've always been.  But, lately,
well, I've been almost....hungry for trying new things," Jim said.  "Like
skinny dipping in the ocean.  I've never done that before, and I was scared
to go in this morning.  But, because you suggested it and went with me, it
was OK.  In fact, it was a blast."
	As Jim touched my hairy chin, and ran his thumb over my moustache
and lips, I glanced down to see his cock growing in size, and moving off of
his hairy thigh.  His manhood seemed to grow with each beat of his heart,
and the foreskin began to move back off of his cockhead, exposing the
purplish piss slit and rim.
	I moved my arm around Jim's hard, defined shoulders, grasping his
bicep, and pulled him further into my side.  My other hand moved down to
his thigh, and I rested my palm and fingers on the upper part of his leg.
	"I'd like to try a lot of new things with you, Jim.  Your cock
tells me you want to get to know me a little better, and, I'd like that a
lot," I whispered, moving my hand up to his furry balls, where my finger
began to twirl some of his thick ball hair.
	Jim sighed, and nodded his head.  "Yeah, Dave, I think I would.  I
just don't know what to do.  I've never been with a man before, and, well,
I'm not very good at all with this.  I ...."
	I leaned over and kissed Jim on his lips, entwining our moustaches,
and tenderly caressing his lips with my lips, and then my tongue.  I moved
my lower hand up to the base of his cock, and gently grasped his hard
manhood, feeling the silky smooth skin of his skin, and his hard shaft,
throbbing in time with his heart.
	We sat there for a few minutes, as I fondled his balls and cock,
and gently jacked his manhood.  The sun warmed our backs, and Jim's chest
began to flush with his excitement.  Beads of sweat broke out under his
hairy chest blanket, and his armpits were soaked with his primal desire to
reach his climax.
	"Easy, big fella," I said.  "Let's take our time."
	I took his hands and walked him over to the tent, where he lay on
his back, his strong manhood reaching upward.  I crawled into the tent on
top of him, working my mouth down from his ear lobes, to his ripe lips,
along his stubbled cheeks and chin, and onto the small indentations of his
collarbone.
	Slowly, I moved down his thickly forested chest, nibbling on his
stiffened nipples, and rolled them into my mouth, sucking each one gently
with my tongue.
	Lifting his arms above his head, and moving his hands to grab my
thighs, I nuzzled his damp, earthy armpits and their forest of curly black
hair, inhaling his scent of ocean salt, his citrusy manliness, and his
horny lust.
	My hands and mouth kept exploring Jim, until nearly every inch had
been fondled, kissed, licked, and sucked.  I circled his manhood, and
sucked each of his balls into my mouth, bathing them with my tongue and
lips, again and again, as his hot phallus throbbed against my bearded
cheeks and chin.
	I reached over to my bag and pulled out a condom, as my mouth kept
sucking his ballsac.  I tore open the package, and gently unfolded the
latex over his cockhead, the stiff rim, and down his hard shaft, using my
tongue, my lips, and my fingers to fully encase him.  My fingers cupped his
balls, and I ran the nail of my little finger along the seam of skin that
ran from his hole, over his trigger point, and then between his balls to
his cockroot.  His manhood throbbed again in response, and Jim began to
moan.
	While I was ministering to Jim's steel manliness, Jim had been
grasping my cock, and rubbing my balls.  One finger had danced around my
hole, and a finger tip had explored my gateway.  "Ah, Jim, we will explore
that delight later, and you will be a willing adventurer," I thought.
	Jim dug his fingers into my inner thighs, and I felt his belly and
chest harden with the tension of his coming release.  His breath came in
bigger and longer gasps and pants.  I cupped his balls again, and pressed
under his ballsac, to the bundle of nerves between his balls and hole, as
my lips and mouth plunged again and again into the thicket of hair at the
base of his throbbing cock.
	He shuddered, and his entire body seemed to come off the ground, as
he shot a huge pulse of cum through his cock.  Again, and again, he thrust
and pulsed, his sweat drenching my belly and chest, his moans filling the
tent with his ecstasy, and filling the tip of the condom with his pearly
white seed.
	I held Jim's cock in my mouth, feeling it began to subside, as his
pants and gasps eased back to normal, and his fingers loosened their grip
on my inner thighs.  I gave one last lick to his encapsuled manhood, and
laid it to rest against his hairy upper thigh.  I turned around, and, again
using my tongue, slowly kissed and licked my way up to Jim's mouth.
	I ran my fingers gently over his bristly jaw line, and kissed him
softly.  The air was heavy with our lusty sweat.
	"You are such a beautiful man, Jim," I whispered.  "What a
fantastic lover."
	Jim sighed, and said, "YOU are the lover, Dave.  I've never felt
anything like that before. "
	We laid there for a while, enjoying the sounds of the ocean, the
gentle breeze coming off of the mountains, and our breathing.
	"What about you, Dave.  Don't you need to ... cum?" Jim asked,
blushing a bit, as he turned away from me.
	"Yeah, Jim, I need to cum.  And I want you to make me cum, but not
right now." I said "We have all the time in the world to make love to each
other.  But, we have birds to spot and pictures to take this morning, while
the light is still good.
       "This afternoon, we're going to find ourselves another private
little beach, and you're going to make love to me in every way possible
today.  I want to feel you inside of me and I want to cum in your mouth and
shoot my cum into your hairy chest, while the sun is shining on your hard,
hairy butt."
       Jim laughed.  "Sounds like a good plan to me, partner.  I like the
way this travel plan is shaping up."

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