Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2008 13:01:43 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip, Part 4

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			     Road Trip, Part 4


	A few days later, after Jim and I had broken through our shyness,
and Jim had finally made love with not one, but two men, we found ourselves
camped a few miles off of the highway, in a meadow in the midst of the
Colorado Rockies.  We had the meadow to ourselves, as Jim had arranged with
one of his uncles to camp on his ranch. When we had come to the locked
gate, Jim knew the combination and we secured the gate behind us, entering
another private world.
	We had ventured through much of California, and then across the
deserts of the West, and enjoyed the fresh and adventure offered by our
faithful red Mustang convertible.  It wasn't' really our convertible, as we
were driving it across the country for Jim's brother, who had been suddenly
transferred to the east coast.
	In the last few days, we had talked a lot about our sexual
adventures with each other, and with Ken, the winemaker, who joined us one
night at that wondrous cabin overlooking the ocean and Ken's vineyards.
	That night, Jim had experienced his first penetration of another
man, and his first gay three way.  He'd taken the initiative that night,
and had no regrets.  He was proud of his newly discovered sense of self
exploration and belief that he was entitled to enjoy his sexual self, and
his new interest in man to man love.
	"This is still pretty new to me, Dave," he said that morning, as we
sipped coffee by the campfire.  "I still have some things to sort out with
myself, and I really need your support.  Without you, without your firm
support, I don't think I could have found the courage to become your lover,
and to make love to Ken that night."
	We had come to this meadow to camp, so that Jim could embark on his
vision quest.  Several of his friends, and his minister had recommended
that he take some time to be alone in a wilderness, to fast, and to seek
his own experience with God, the Great Spirit, and to become centered and
one with his unique spiritual essence.
	After Jim finished his coffee, he slowly stripped off his shirt,
his pants, and his boxers, standing proudly naked before me.  He had
changed a lot, physically, this past week.  Jim had cut down on eating junk
food, and had lost several pounds, and had exercised every day.  His
muscles were toned, and more defined, and he had become tanned as we rode
shirtless in the convertible.
	Jim's stubble had grown enough that one could call him a bearded
man now, as chin whiskers and his furry cheeks and hairy lip were really a
beard.  There were a few gray hairs on his chin now, and the smattering of
the gray amongst his black hair gave him an air of distinction, and wisdom.
The new beard matched his furry chest and belly, as well as his thick pelt
of hair surrounding his large, uncut cock, and bull-like balls.
	He picked up his small blanket and his canteen, and started off
towards the mountain at the other end of the meadow.  I followed him,
carrying another canteen and an axe.  We hiked in silence for an hour,
until we reached the bank of a small creek, at the foot of the mountain.
There, Jim set his blanket down under an aspen tree, and announced that
this was the place for his vigil.  We gathered enough firewood for the
small fire that Jim was going to tend for the next two days.
	Jim was going to fast for two days, and would drink only water.
His task was to meditate, and pray, and to wait for the Great Spirit to
give him a vision of his spiritual companion and mentor, to connect with
his spirit guide.
	We prayed together, and I gave Jim and hug and a kiss.
	"I will pray for you, Jim, and I will come back tomorrow, but only
to see how you are doing.  I won't speak to you, not until you return day
after tomorrow, at sunrise," I said.
	I walked slowly back to the camp and our car, and awaited the next
day, when I would return to check on my lover.  The hours passed slowly,
and I took the opportunity to reflect on our new lives together, and Jim's
sexual awakening.  And, I began to see that Jim's new explorations in
making love to me had made me even more aware of my own sexual gifts, my
own sexual self, and the serenity that selfless lovemaking gave to my soul.
	That evening, I sat next to my fire, sipping some of Ken's fine
wine, when a pickup drove up.  A tall, lanky cowboy with a large black
cowboy hat got out and sauntered over to me.  He wore jeans and a long
sleeved cowboy shirt, and had scuffed short dingo boots.  The man had a
weathered face, a big gray handlebar moustache and about three days of
stubble on his jaw and cheeks. His shirt was unbuttoned about half way down
his chest, displaying a swirl of black and gray chest hair.  His jeans
showed off a large package and I could tell he "dressed to the right".
	"Howdy," he said.  "I'm Tex Wagner, the foreman of this ranch, and
I'm thinking you must be the nephew of the owner, Jake Owens."
	"Well, I'm the friend of the nephew.  Jim's on a walkabout at the
other end of the meadow, and I'm just camping here for a couple of nights
until he comes back," I replied.  "It's OK if I camp here, isn't it?"
	"Oh, sure.  I'm just out here checking to see if you guys made it
here.  Jake's been expecting you.  And, to let you know Jake's been called
over to Denver.  He had to go to an emergency meeting of the Cattleman's
Association, and won't be back for a few days," Tex said.  He looked
closely at me, and my own shirt, completely unbuttoned.  It had been a warm
afternoon, and I had taken my jeans off, and was stripped down to my
boxers.
	"Good to know.  I'm looking forward to meeting Mr. Owens.  Jim says
he's a heck of a nice guy," I replied.
	"Yeah, he sure is.  One of the best," Tex said.
	I offered Tex a drink.  He told me he didn't care for wine, but he
had a fifth of whiskey in the pickup and wouldn't mind having a sip by the
fire.
	Tex seemed interested in our trip, but I could tell he was a bit
uneasy, a bit nervous, and that he wanted something more tonight than just
a few drinks by the fire.  His chest hair shined in the fire light, and I
could see that his shirt was still damp around his armpits.
	"You look pretty fit, Dave.  You must lift weights or something,"
Tex said.
	I moved over to where Tex was sitting and stripped off my shirt.
	"Here, Tex, feel my biceps and my chest.  I'll tell you my secret,"
I said, as Tex reached out with his calloused, tanned hands and began to
probe the muscles in my arms and chest, and then, my belly.  "I work out
three days a week, and, if I don't have any weights to pump, I do a lot of
stretching and isometrics."
	I reached over and explored his shoulder and chest muscles through
his shirt, the material damp with his sweat.  His face was shiny with new
sweat, and he seemed to grow more nervous the closer I got to him, and the
more I touched him.  I could feel the heat of his muscular, lithe body,
through his shirt.
	"You seem to be in excellent shape, Tex.  You must do some weight
lifting, too.  I can tell by the size of your biceps and Pecs," I said.
"These are more than cowboy muscles."
	Tex moved closer to me, and touched my back, running his hand
lightly up and down my back.
	"That feels nice, Tex.  Keep doing that," I whispered, as I moved
closer to his face, and kissed him gently on his moustached lips.  Tex
kissed me back, and then backed away, blushing, and started to stammer.
	I reached over to his mouth, and put my finger up against his lips,
telling him to be quiet now and simply enjoy himself.  I reached down to
his jeans and felt his large cock through the thin material of his jeans,
and felt him grow and rise to the occasion.
	Brushing my beard and moustache against his large moustache and the
thick salt and pepper stubble of his face, I reached down to his shirt, and
grabbed the material on both sides of the pearl snaps holding his shirt on
his hairy, hard body, and pulled sharply.  His shirt opened with a loud pop
of the metal snap buttons, exposing a thick thatch of his thick chest and
belly hair, and his large, brown nipples, and his hairy, wet armpits.
	Throwing his shirt aside, I embraced him, merging our strong chests
and hair, as we again kissed each other, and rubbed his stubble into my
beard.
	"I want you, now, Dave.  I want you badly," Tex whispered, as I
reached down to his silver belt buckle, and slowly undid the last barrier
to his hard, stiff cock and furry balls, eager to slurp them down my wet,
eager throat, and to feel his cum splash and pulse against me waiting
tongue.
	We dragged out my sleeping bag to the ground next to the fire, as
we explored each other's bodies with our fingers, tongues, and hard cocks.
I had stripped Tex of his tight jeans and dingo boots, as he quickly
removed my boxers.  We lay down on the soft flannel cloth of the bag, our
mouths seeking each other's tongues, our moustaches entwining as we
explored each other.
	Tex smelled of worn leather, sunshine, a day of working man's
sweat, a hint of sagebrush and the faint aroma of hand-rolled tobacco.  As
I ran my tongue over his damp chest, I could taste his excitement, his
lust, his eagerness to be my lover tonight.
	Eagerly, we began to fondle each other's balls, and I reached over
to my knapsack, and retrieved two condoms.  Tex ripped each of the packets
open, and we took turns unrolling the thin latex over each other's large
cock heads, and down our stiff, wide shafts to the top of our ball sacks.
	Tex licked and sucked my manhood, increasing his pumps in rhythm
with my attentions to his large, fat cock, as we tasted each other's love
flutes to new heights of ecstasy, climbing higher and higher until we both
pumped our cum out of our balls and into our cocks, shooting spurt after
spurt of our love juices, until our balls were empty, our cocks unable to
thrust any more.
	Tex held me in his long, sinewy arms, as we regained our breath and
as our love making sweat dried in the heat of the fire, as I fondled the
fur on his large, heavy balls, and kissed his curly moustache again.
	"That was mighty fine, Dave.  I've never enjoyed a blow job as much
as tonight," Tex said, as he took another swig of whiskey and gazed into
the fire. "
	We sat in silence, watching the flames, for another half hour,
before Tex grabbed his pants, and pulled them up over his hard, muscular
legs, tight butt, and fat cock.
	"I better head back to the ranch headquarters, and call it a night,
partner.  I've got to take care of some calves, "Tex said, as he put on his
shirt, giving me one last look at his naked, hairy chest, stretching the
nipples tightly as he thrust one arm into its sleeve.
	"I'll see you around, and, I hope we can have another good time
like tonight," he said, as he put his weathered cowboy hat on, hiding his
steel gray eyes, and moustache.  My balls ached with relief and pleasure,
as he drove away in the dusk, leaving me with memories of his loving
attention to my still-tingling manhood.
	The next day, I slowly walked back to the aspen tree by the creek,
and quietly sneaked up on Jim, who was squatting naked next to the creek,
deep in prayer.  He seemed well, and at peace, so I quietly left his sacred
space and returned to the camp.
	Late that afternoon, Tex returned, bringing a small cooler, and a
bottle of wine.
	"I thought I'd bring you some sandwiches, and some wine.  You're
probably tired of eating out of a can out here," he said, as he sat down
beside me, and pulled out a fifth of whiskey and a cup.
	The stubble on Tex' face was scruffier today, black and gray hairs
starting to fill in on his cheeks, and darkening his chin into the
beginnings of a respectable beard.
	"You look good with all that hair on your face, Tex.  A beard makes
you look real handsome, and, well, complete as a man," I said.  "Why don't
you keep it?"
	Tex shook his head.  "I don't know.  I've always shaved, except for
my moustache.  I started growing my 'stach just out of high school, when I
started working on the ranch.  It made me look older, manly, and at that
age, I didn't have enough whiskers to grow a decent beard.  I hate to
shave, and I don't get around to it but once or twice a week anyway."
	I reached over to touch his hairy face, my fingers caressing his
stubble, and his thick handlebar moustache, and his sensuous, soft lips.
	We ate the sandwiches, and the chocolate cake that Tex had packed
in the cooler, and admired the sunset over the mountains.  We ate mostly in
silence, and I could feel Tex tense up as we finished our meal.
	"I want you to spend the night with me, Tex.  I want to take our
time, and show you the beauty of your body, and to hold you in my arms as
we watch the moonrise.  There's more to love between two men than a quick
blow job," I said.
	Tex blushed, and looked away.
	"I came back tonight because I really enjoyed what we did last
night, and, I,.... I guess I want more of that," he stammered, looking down
at the fire.
	"Then, stay with me, and we will take our time, and savor each
moment.  I want to really make love to you tonight," I said.
	We laid down by the fire on my sleeping bag, and the blanket Tex
had brought, and held each other closely.  Tex kissed me, and ran his hand
through my beard and moustache, and down my shirt and jeans, gently
caressing my hardening cock.  He laid his head on my chest, as we listened
to the early evening bird calls and felt the gentle breeze through the
sagebrush, the nearby creek gently bubbling.
	Then, Tex slowly unbuttoned my shirt, running his tough, calloused
fingers through my chest hair, and tweaked and stroked my eager nipples.
He ran his fingers up under my shirt into my damp, curly armpits, and
explored my pits, and the edge of my pecs, then moved down over my furry
belly, to my belt.
	I held Tex close, not fondling him, as he continued to explore me,
and slowly stripped me of my shirt, my jeans, and my shorts, until I lay
naked before him, my lanky cowboy stud.
	My fingers found the snaps on his cowboy shirt, and I slowly
unsnapped the buttons, running down his strong chest, and onto his firm,
rippled belly, until his shirt flapped open, baring his furry chest and
belly.  His breath quickened, his chest rising and falling, his skin
flushing with a bit of new, lusty sweat and anticipation.
	My mouth explored his chest and belly, and then I ran my tongue
over his cock and balls, still imprisoned in his jeans, wetting the fly of
his worn pants, as one hand grabbed his butt cheek.  Slowly, I undid his
silver belt buckle, etched with the figure of a cowboy riding a bronco, and
then slowly pulled his pants down his white, curly haired, muscular legs,
leaving his cock pushing up his shorts, the material damp with Tex's
pre-cum.  I could see the cloth pulsate in time with Tex's heart beat, as
his cock pulsed in excitement, eager for release.
	With my teeth, I gripped the front of his shorts, and tugged his
damp covering of his manly cock and balls, over his hips, over his stiff
cock, and then down his legs.  The smell of his musty balls and crotch
filled my nose, as I became fully a part of my cowboy lover.
       I pulled off his dusty dingo boots, his jeans, and his now wet
shorts, and admired the cowboy before me.  The fire light flickered over
his strong, hard chest, tufts of hair adorning him, and his stiff cock,
eager for attention.  The fire light danced over his hairy face, shadows
from his big moustache darkening part of his stubbly cheeks and jaws.
	I ripped open a condom, and sheathed Tex's love muscle down to the
tops of his curly pubes, and straddled his hips, moving my hole over Tex's
hard cock, and eased down to take his cockhead into my hole.  As his
cockhead began to enter me, I looked down at Tex's face, his eyes wide with
amazement and excitement, as he began to thrust his hips up, pushing his
cock into me.  He focused on my hard cock, waving in front of him, jerking
in time with Tex's hips.  My hairy balls rubbed against Tex's thick bush of
cock hair, and his lower belly, meshing with the thick hair curled on his
belly.
	I pushed my thumbs deep into Tex's furry pits, stroking his wet
hair, and finding sensitive crevassed and crannies to add to the
overloading of his senses, as he moved inside of me, closing in on his
first orgasm inside of a man.
	Tex was flush with astonishment, as his cock began its first trip
inside another man.  I flexed and gripped his manhood with my butt muscles,
making his cock pulse and shift inside of me.  I felt his strength in his
shaft, his need to move and his urgency in cumming in my ass.
	With both of my arms planted on either side of Tex's muscular
chest, I looked down at his face, his lips parted in a grin, his eyes
taking in the new view of a hairy, naked man riding his cock.  Sweat
drenched Tex's thick, hairy armpits and his chest shined with the glow of
new, horny sweat, as Tex thrust and pushed harder, faster into me.
	We rode this bull for quite a while, both of us rising to our
needs, our desires to climax, to be fulfilled, to unite with each other in
our lust, and desire for completion.  Tex gripped my fully grown cock, and
began to pump it, in short, sharp strokes, bringing me closer to my end.
Again and again, he gripped me, moving back and forth, until my balls rose
up against my cockroot, and I began to shoot ropey spurts of cum through my
hot cockhead, painting his firm belly and hard, gasping chest with pearly
strings of my jism.
	I felt Tex's cock begin to lose its rhythm, as spurts of his jism
shot through his cock, drenching and pushing the latex of the condom
against my chute, sending jolts and spasms to my prostate, as I shot yet
another rope of cum onto Tex's heaving belly.
	I held Tex in my arms, as our breathing slowed, and our cocks
released the last of their love fluids, and we again could hear the sounds
of the evening Colorado mountain meadow.
	We celebrated our lovemaking with a final drink, and Tex stood up,
and put on his jeans and his hat, his still bare, hairy chest shadowed by
the flickering of the fire light through the swirls of hair that covered
his sweet, soft skin.
	"I do really need to go, partner.  Those calves need to be fed,
and, well, I think I need some time alone to ponder what happened here,"
Tex said.
	I rose to give him a hug, and whispered, "Tex, we made love, and
you are a wonderful lover.  It was time for you to experience this kind of
manly love."
	"Oh, Dave, it was incredible.  I never experienced anything like
it.  I feel, well, whole, complete, for the first time in my life.  Thank
you." Tex said, as he turned and got into his pickup, and headed down the
road.

	Shortly after sunrise the next morning, Jim returned to our camp, a
bit sunburned, hungry, and weak, but in happy spirits.  The etiquette of a
spiritual quest required that I not ask Jim about his experience, as his
quest was a personal journey, and he was free to share whatever part of it
he chose.  Yet, most people kept the experience to themselves.  This was a
sacred time, and, as his friend, I was bound by the traditions of the
quest.
	I cooked breakfast for Jim, who, despite not eating for two days,
slowly ate his breakfast, and refused a second helping.  I could tell from
his eyes, and from his facial expression, that Jim had had a profound and
moving experience by the mountain, and that he had achieved his goal of a
truly religious experience.
	We drove to the bunkhouse at the headquarters of the ranch. We were
both pretty ripe after two days without a shower, and Jim was dusty and
sweaty from his quest, and his hot hike this morning through the meadow in
the hot summer sun.  I took Jim into the shower area of the old board and
batten structure.  I stripped him down, smelling the rich, gamey odors of
his pits and his crotch, and scrubbed him thoroughly with a coarse brush,
and plenty of soap, until his skin glowed pink and clean.  He then scrubbed
me down, so that we were soon standing under the hot water, watching the
last of the suds flowing down the drain.
	I moved over to Jim, and kissed his lips, running my hands through
his hair, and his beard.  Then, I reached down to caress his large, pink
nipples sticking up urgently from his thick curly chest hair, and gently
licked the tips with my tongue.  My hand traveled down his firm, hairy
belly, and into his nest of cock hair, and grasped his large shaft of
manhood, feeling its heat and soft, velvety sheath of tender, sensitive
skin.  My fingers caressed his furry balls, which hung loose in their sack,
gently rubbing first one ball and then the other, until they rose up in his
tightening, furry ball sack, crowding the base of his cockroot and growing
love rod.
	Dropping onto my knees on the old wooden floor of the dressing
area, I licked Jim's balls and sack, tasting his clean, soapy maleness,
while my hand gently pumped his growing cock.  Soon, my tongue and lips
explored every cranny and fold of his shaft, and the head of his now rigid,
pulsating cock.  My tongue moved into his piss slit and around the purplish
rim of his cockhead, pushing his foreskin down to expose every aspect of
his cockhead.
	Soon, his large tool was firmly buried in my mouth and throat, only
coming out for air when I moved him out of my mouth, before sucking and
thrusting him back in, again and again.  Jim's buttocks began to flex and
gyrate, as he thrust his hips and groin harder into my bearded face,
falling into a slow, urgent rhythm of love.  Again and again, the tip of my
tongue briefly licked and pushed against his cockhead, until the push of
his strong hips quickly moved his shaft deeper into my mouth.
	I could hear Jim's breath catch, and then quickly release, as he
began to gasp and pant, quickly building to his climax.
	My hand fondled his hairy balls, which moved closer to his
cockroot, as he moved closer to cumming.  I let my fingers roam under his
balls, moving along the seam of his ball sack, and then along the tiny
ridge of skin to his hole, where I played at his entrance, and finally
pushed my fingers into him, seeking his prostate, seeking to find his
trigger.  Again and again, I moved up his chute, in step with the thrusts
of his hips, and his cock's ride through my mouth, rubbing against my
tongue and moustached lips.
	Jim's moans echoed off the walls of the bunkhouse, until he gasped
and then gripped my shoulders with his strong, furry hands.  He yelled, as
cum shot through his cock and into the back of my mouth, his cock twitching
and spurting, again and again.  He kept shooting his jism into my mouth,
and, moving backwards, onto my beard and chest, shooting long ropes of cum
into my curly black hair.
	I stood up to hold him in my muscular arms, as Jim slowly regained
his breath, and, finally, opened his eyes.  I kissed him gently on his
lips, leaving a trail of his pearly cum on his moustache and hairy chin.  I
hugged him tightly, and left more of his cum on his hairy chest.
	"Looks like we need another shower, partner,"

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