Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2008 07:37:28 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip, Part 5

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			     Road Trip, Part 5

	After we hit the showers again, to wash off our cum from each
other's bellies and chests, and to clean our sweaty armpits and crotches,
Jim and I toweled each off and put on the clean clothes we had brought in
from the car.
	Jim put his hand on my still bare shoulder, gave me a long,
lingering kiss on my moustached and bearded mouth, and hugged me.
	"You are a wonderful lover, Dave.  I've really needed you on this
trip.  My spiritual quest was a real earthquake in my life, and I'm feeling
so good about myself and my life now.  I realize who I am now, for the
first time in my life.  And, your lovemaking has brought me to a new level
of peace and satisfaction.  I just can't thank you enough," Jim whispered,
as we embraced, bare, hairy chests tightly held against each other by our
beefy arms.
	Jim talked excitedly about seeing his uncle Jake, and wanting to
share with him his new discoveries, and his experiences with the vision
quest.  We were going to stay with Jake for a few days, and I was eager to
see how a real ranch operated, and to meet Jim's uncle, who was his real
advocate and mentor for much of Jim's life.
	"I'm looking forward to meeting him," I said.  "And I hope you get
to spend some time with the foreman, Tex.  He's a real nice man, and I
think he'd be willing to play around with you some."
	I told Jim about my bull riding the last few nights, and he
grinned, anticipating the chance to get to know Tex better.
	"I always wanted to be a cowboy," Jim said.  "Maybe this is my
chance to get some time in the saddle."
	Freshly showered and clad in our clean jeans and T shirts, we drove
a couple hundred of yards up to the ranch house, a turn of the century,
freshly painted two story house on top of a small rise, overlooking the
meadow and a number of "14 ers", Rocky Mountain peaks at least 14,000 feet
high.  The house had a porch all the way around it, with a number of
rocking chairs.
	Jake greeted us as we came up onto the porch, opening the screen
door, and giving Jim a big hug.  They embraced for a long minute, and I was
able to take a good look at Jim's favorite uncle.  He was a big, muscular
fellow, who filled out his short-sleeved cowboy shirt with large, rippling
shoulder muscles, not an ounce of fat on his large frame.  His broad chest
strained the snap buttons on his shirt.  And his muscular buttocks filled
the seat of his tight boot-cut jeans.  His belt buckle was silver, engraved
with a cowboy riding fast out of a rodeo chute, a short rope clenched in
his teeth.
	He had a head full of silver, curly hair, which blended into his
bushy silver and white beard and moustache, the beard long enough to hide
his neck.  The hair grew high into his cheeks, and curled across the lower
half of his face.  His moustache was thick and long, and, after their hug
was over, I could see that his moustache covered most of his thick upper
lip.  His face was tan, and was as dark as the skin on his large, muscular
forearms, which were covered by coarse, white hair, and a Marine Corps
tattoo.
	I sneaked a look at his crotch and could see a nice, tempting
package of a long, thick cock and ample balls.
	"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Owens," I said.
	"Please call me, Jake.  All my friends do, " he replied, grasping
my hand in a firm, warm grip, as he put his other hand on my shoulder and
drew me in to a strong embrace.  I could feel the strength in his chest
muscles, and he smelled faintly of saddle leather, sagebrush, and soap.
	"Come on in.  It's time we opened up the bar.  What do you want?"
Jake asked, as he ushered us into the living room.  The house was paneled
in knotty pine planks, and there was a large Rocky Mountain elk head of a
five point bull above the stone fireplace.  Large leather couches and
chairs filled out the room, and there was an antique wood bar at one end of
the room.
	"I'm drinking whiskey," Jake said, and we agreed to join him.
	We talked about our trip, and our adventures.  A minute later, I
heard some noises from the kitchen, and I heard footsteps coming towards
us.  I looked over to see Tex come into the room.  Jake introduced us, and
was not surprised when I told him I'd met Tex a few days before.
	Tex shook my hand warmly, and gave me a smile.  When no one was
looking, he gave me another grin, and winked.  I winked back and returned
his grin with one of my own and a nod.
	"Tex is joining us for dinner, tonight," Jake said.  "The rest of
the crew is up on what we call the "upper ranch", moving our herd to
another pasture.  They won't be back for several days, and that would have
left Tex all alone in the bunkhouse."
	Jake poured Tex a drink and we chatted a bit about ranching.  I
caught Jim's eye several times, as he glanced at Tex and smiled back at me.
I could tell Jim thought Tex was a cowboy worth riding.
	I knew that Jim wanted to talk to his uncle about his vision quest
and tell him that we were lovers.  So, when Tex excused himself to return
to the kitchen, I offered to help.  We left Jim and Jake in deep
conversation, as I followed Tex back to the kitchen.
	"Good to see you again, Tex," I said. "I really enjoyed your
company last night.  You're quite a ride, you know."
	Tex blushed, firing up his cheeks, and I noticed that he had kept
the salt and pepper stubble on his face.  His new bearded look was
complimented by his freshly waxed handlebar moustache and firm lips.  My
cock stirred, remembering the feel of his lips on me last night, and the
grip on my cock, as I rode his stiff cock for a full ride.
	"Your beard's coming along nicely, Tex.  I hope you decide to keep
it.  It looks real good on you," I said.
	"Yeah, I'm beginning to like it this way.  Jake likes it, too, and
says he likes having another bearded man around the ranch," Tex replied.
	We put the finishing touches on the dinner, and called for Jake and
Jim to join us at the massive oak table, where Tex laid out a feast of
roast beef, mashed potatoes, salad, and fresh sourdough rolls.
	The dinner was soon devoured, and we wandered back to the living
room, to refresh our drinks, and sat down in the rocking chairs on the
porch, to watch the sunset, and enjoy the quiet of the evening in this
beautiful mountain valley.
	Jake told us several funny stories of Jim's childhood and their
great Canadian fishing trip adventure, as we sipped our whiskeys, watching
the sunlight fade into a soft, blue light of early evening.
	"I better go tend to those calves," Tex said, standing up.  "They
sure are insistent on getting fed twice a day. "
	I urged Jim to join him, so that he could start to get a feel of
what ranching was all about.
	"Well, I wouldn't mind a bit of company," Tex said, as he and Jim
walked down the steps towards the corrals and the bunkhouse.
	Jake and I went back to the bar, and refilled our drinks.
	"You're a good influence on my nephew, Dave.  He thinks the world
of you, and this trip has done him a world of good.  I can't thank you
enough," Jake said, topping off my drink.  "He's told me everything about
you and him, and I am so glad he's found someone like you to love him, and
let him finally be sexually fulfilled."
	"They will be down there quite a while," Jake added.  "Tex loves
those calves, and he loves to show people around the workings of the ranch.
And, I like to take a sauna after dinner, and I'm wondering if you'd like
to join me.  It's all fired up, and ready to go."
	I readily agreed, not only because I love a good, hot sauna, but I
didn't want to pass an opportunity to see this handsome bear hot, naked,
and sweaty.
	Jake took me into the master bedroom, with its big four-poster king
sized bed, and a large fireplace with a bear rug in front of it.
	"I had the sauna built right off of the bathroom here, so, there's
a towel inside.  Just strip off your clothes and let's get in," Jake said,
as he stripped off his shirt, displaying a large, muscular chest covered
with swirls of silver curls, and large, reddish nipples.  I got out of my
shirt and jeans, as I watched Jake drop his pants to the ground, and bend
over to take his jeans from his feet, and glimpsed his large, furry balls
sway between his butt cheeks.
	We grabbed big, fluffy towels from the bathroom, and entered a
large, cedar planked sauna, with several large benches surrounding the
glowing heater, and a large wooden bowl filled with water and a carved
wooden ladle.
	The temperature was just right, and I sat down on my towel.  There
was plenty of room in the sauna, but Jake laid down his towel next to me,
and put his muscular, hairy butt just a foot away from my naked cheeks.
	The heat penetrated my skin and my bones, and I began to feel the
first beads of sweat form in my hairy armpits and around my balls.  My
chest began to sweat, soaking my curly chest hair, and I felt a drop of
sweat run down my cheek into my beard.
	Jake began to sweat, too, and his skin began to redden with the
heat and the sweat.
	"You're a good looking man, Dave.  A real looker.  Jim tells me
you're quite the artist in bed, and you know your way around a man's body,"
Jake said.  "He also tells me that you like to play the field a bit, and
you've even managed to get Tex in the sack."
	I blushed, not used to such direct talk from a man, especially
someone I just met a couple of hours ago.
	"Yeah, I do enjoy a good roll in the hay with a man, especially
good looking, hairy man.  Men like you," I replied, moving my leg over to
touch Jake's hairy thigh.  I reached my hand over to the top of his thigh
and moved it upwards towards his crotch.  "I bet you have a lot you could
teach me, Jake."
	"Well, I like a good man, too, Dave.  I just didn't know if you'd
find an old coot like me very interesting, especially after being with the
likes of Jim and Tex," Jake replied, looking down at the red glow from the
furnace.
	"Jake, I think you are very attractive, and I'd like to take you to
bed, and explore every inch of your strong, hairy manly body," I said, as
Jake moved his sweaty arm around my shoulders and drew me closer to his
furry chest and body, his armpit hair brushing against the top of my
shoulder muscle.
	We were both drenched in sweat, and it was time to cool down,
before another session in the heat.  We grabbed our towels and Jake led me
back to the bathroom, to a large, tiled shower stall with two shower heads.
He started the water flowing, and pulled me into the water, soaping me down
from head to toe, taking his time exploring and washing every part of me.
My cock rose, pulling my balls up, as Jake tenderly soaped my balls, and
entered my hole with his finger.
	"Mmmm," Jake murmured, pushing his finger deeper into me, and
rubbing his palm under my furry ball sack.  "I like this.  I can't wait to
pay more attention to this after we finish the sauna."
	We kissed, and I ran my soapy fingers through Jake's bushy beard,
and I began to clean every inch of his hard, eager body.  Jake welcomed my
attentions, and moved into my hands and fingers, and the rough sponge I
found, as I washed him down.  His massive, uncut cock grew in my hand, as I
hefted his heavy balls, and rolled them around under my fingers, feeling
the hairy texture of his coarse, wrinkled ball sac.  I rolled his foreskin
down his cockhead, and gently cleaned under his rim and in his piss slit,
feeling his heat and the pulse of his heart beat.
	Jake turned the water to icy cold, and we reveled in the tingling
sensations on our skin, before we returned to the sauna, to again heat our
cold, clean skin, and raise up another session of sweating, our pores
releasing toxins and dirt, and easing the tensions in our muscles.
	The second session in the sauna felt better than the first.  As we
had just been showered in icy water, we could take the heat better this
time, giving us time for more conversation.  Jake reached down to my crotch
and felt my cock and balls, as he held me close in the heat of the dark
cedar room.
	"It's been a while since I've been with a man, Dave.  I want
tonight to be special for both of us.  I want both of us to have an
adventure tonight, and try something new," he whispered.
	"I'd be up for that, Jake.  You seem to be a man who's comfortable
in his own skin, and you could probably teach me a thing or two," I
replied, as I reached over to his chest and fondled his large nipple,
feeling the rich, thick pelt on his chest with the back of my hand.
	We both began to sweat again, feeling the last of the poisons from
our skin drip out, soaking the towels underneath our bare butts.  Now
completely drenched in hot sweat, we finally surrendered to the heat, and
returned to the shower, again soaping and cleaning each other.  This time,
Jake ran the rough sponge over me, giving my skin a pinkish glow and a feel
of sensory delight.
	I soaped up Jake's hole, and rinsed, and soaped him up again,
feeling the tightness of his rosebud against my fingers, as the water ran
over his strong, dimpled butt cheeks, and up into his hole.
	We dried each other with fresh towels, and Jake tenderly kissed my
lips, running his fingers through my beard.
	"I've never been with a man with a beard before, Dave.  I'd like to
feel that beard all over me," Jake said, as he hugged me, our rising cocks
touching each other, our hairy chests, bellies, and groins mashed together.
	Jake took me back to his bedroom, as he lit a fire and gathered
some condoms and lube from a bedside drawer.  He picked up a short rope,
and a string of beads, and set them down by the bear rug in front of the
now blazing fire.  He lit several oil lamps, and turned out the lights, and
I watched the flickers of the fire dance over the shadows of his muscular,
naked, waiting body.
	We lay down on the rug, and I felt the rich, thick fur rub against
my skin, as Jake tenderly kissed me and ran his hand down my chest,
caressing the curls of my chest pelt, and teasing my nipples between his
calloused thumbs and fingers.
	I spread my legs wide, as Jake moved down to run his hands through
the hair around my cock, and around my ball sac, cupping and holding my
eager balls in his meaty hands.  As he held my balls, he kissed me again on
the lips, whispering how much he wanted me, and how he didn't want this
evening to end.
	I rolled him over, and began to taste his clean hairy chest, his
rich, thick, eager nipples, and down to the forest of his crotch, and soon
I was running my tongue up and down his hard cock shaft, and nuzzling his
balls with my beard and 'stache.  I opened a condom, and gently rolled the
latex down over his thick, pulsing cockhead and down his shaft to the
forest around his cock root, at the top of his willing balls.
	Fondling his tightening ball sac, I drove my bearded lips down and
down his shaft, then rising, then falling, as I pistoned his now heaving
cock.  Jake's balls rose in their sac and I could feel his sweaty chest
rise up off of the bear rug, as he gasped and moaned for release.  I pushed
and teased his trigger point underneath his balls, and Jake began to shoot
his cum into his cock head, filling the tip of the condom with his jism,
again and again, each pulse accompanied by his moaning and a big gasp of
air expanding his massive chest.
	I held Jake's slowly subsiding cock head in my warm, wet mouth, and
cupped his now dropping balls, as his breath began to return to normal, his
furry chest still wet from his exertions.
	"You're some lover, Dave.  But, we've only just begun to have fun,"
Jake said, as he rolled me over onto my belly, stripped off the well-filled
condom, and straddled my naked buns with his hot crotch, his cock leaking
the last of his cum into the crack of my butt, until drops of his cum ran
over my hole and onto the hairy base of my balls.
	I felt Jake reach over and grab something, and then he took both of
my wrists, and quickly wrapped and tied a rough rope around them, until I
was tied, and helpless.
	"This rope is what I use to tie calves down, after we've lassoed
them, when we're working the range.  You see cowboys doing it at rodeos, to
beat the clock.  We don't do it for sport here at the ranch," Jake said, as
he rubbed my shoulders and reached around to touch my furry face.  "Well,
maybe until now."
	He stood up, and I watched his cock sway against his balls, as he
threw several logs on the fire, and took our glasses out to the bar.  The
room was silent, except for the crackling of the fire, and my breath, and I
could feel the scratchiness of the rope against my wrists.  I could hear
the clink of ice into glass at the bar, and then Jake's barefooted steps
back into the bedroom.  He closed the massive oak door, and turned the
lock.
	Jake returned with full glasses, and propped me up, holding my
glass so I could take a few sips of his good whiskey.  We looked into the
fire, and I could feel the warmth of his arms around me, and the warmth of
the whiskey in my throat.
	"No sign of either Jim or Tex," Jake said.  "I bet they're having a
real intimate conversation.  They might be up all night."
	A burning log fell, and Jake took the heavy poker, and shoved the
log back onto the grate.
	"It gets mighty lonesome on this ranch, sometimes," Jake said.
"And a man has plenty of time to think about things he wants to do with his
cock.  So, tonight, we're gonna do some things I've been thinking about,
for a long time."  My cock twitched in anticipation.
	Jake ran his fingers along my furry face, and rubbed his beard into
mine, licking my full lips with his hot, wet tongue, and wetting my
moustache.
	We finished our drinks, Jake rubbing my furry chest with his meaty
hand, as the last of my whiskey ran down my throat.  He ran his large hands
down my bearded throat, and hairy chest, following the warm trail of the
whiskey, and caressed my nipples, making my chest burn with pleasure and
desire.
	"It's time to show you some cowboy love, partner, "Jake said, as he
reached under my butt cheeks and caressed my balls.  "We're gonna to real
slow, now.  Especially since we have all night."
	Jake rolled me over on my back, and moved between my legs, moving
my knees and thighs around on each side of his mighty hips, as he sat up on
the rug, next to my balls and hole.  My cock jumped from side to side, in
anticipation of what was to cum.
	Jake opened a tube of lube, as I watched him over the length of my
body, my view framed by the hairs on my chest, and erect nipples, my open
thighs and Jake's massive, naked body next to my crotch.  He took a large
squirt of the lube, and rubbed it against my hole, and then, moved his
fingers inside of me, drenching my chute with the slippery stuff, and
touching the back of my prostate, causing my cock to jump.
	"Enter me, Jake.  I want to feel your big cock inside of me," I
moaned.
	"Oh, not yet, Jake, not for a long time.  I have other pleasures
planned, ones you've never experienced, "Jake said.
	Jake reached over and took the string of beads in his hand, running
his fingers over each one of the large, glass shapes.  He squirted more of
the lube on them, and ran his fingers over the string, until the beads
shined in the flickering light.
	"I discovered these on a trip to Bangkok, when I was in Nam," Jake
said, as he began to push the wet, slippery string up through my rosebud
hole and into my chute.  I felt each bead as it entered me and passed by my
prostate, swollen with my love juices.  My muscles clenched against the
beads, and I felt their fullness inside of me.
	My cowboy lover then began to caress and tongue every inch of me,
rubbing, fondling, and exploring every muscle, every fold, every crevice,
every orifice.  He moved around me, over me, and sometimes, into me, as I
closed my eyes to concentrate on the series of sensual delights in his
touch.
	His cock explored my chest, and Jake rubbed his hard cock head
against my nipples, and I felt the juices of his pre-cum wetten and harden
my eager nipples.  He touched my damp moustache with his manhood, and I
could smell his manly jism and pre-cum fill my nostrils with his intimate
scent, causing my cock to pulse even harder.
	He opened a condom package, and began to fill its reservoir with a
squirt of lube.  Then, he opened another tube, and squirted a bit of that
liquid into the tip.
	"This'll slow you down, Dave, so you won't cum so fast.  We're
gonna go real slow tonight, and I want you full and hard for a long time.
We have plenty to do, and I want you to enjoy everything I have in mind for
us tonight," Jake said, as his fingers started to unroll the tube of supple
latex.
       Jake began to grasp my cock, and slowly unfolded the already wet
condom down my full length, the contents cool against my purplish, hot cock
head.
       The silver-haired bear took out another condom and repeated the
steps, and then unrolled it onto his massive stalk, nearly stretching the
latex to its limit.
	He reached around my back and loosened the rope around my now-stiff
and aching wrists and retied it around my cock and the base of my balls,
cinching it up so it was firm against my cock, and I felt its tightness
against the upper part of my sac, moving my balls down into their furry,
wrinkled home.
	"It's a cowboy cock ring, Dave.  It'll keep ya hard while I suck
and stroke you, "Jake said, as he moved over me, his mouth over my raging
manhood, and his thighs straddling my bearded face and eager mouth.
	My shaggy, muscled lover then slowly sucked me and tugged on my new
cock ring, until I was ready to explode.  I begged for release, moaning his
name, as my face mashed into the hairs on his balls and crotch.
	Jake slowed, and stopped, and then gently ran his fingers along my
thigh.
	"Not yet, my friend.  We're climbing higher mountains, you and I,"
he said, his sweaty chest drenching my belly fur.
	Again and again, we climbed the mountain, Jake first tending to my
needs with his lips, then his tongue, and sometimes, his hand.  And, again
and again, I called for release, only to have Jake slow, and move to
another part of my now sweat-drenched, eager body.
	Jake stood up, after I was, again, at the verge of exploding, and
put some more wood on the fire.  New flames leaped above the log, matching
my lust, my desire.
	"Are you about ready, Dave?  Is it time to climb to the top?" Jake
asked, as my breath had eased and I was no longer writhing with lust.
	I moaned my answer, thrusting my now aching, desperate cock towards
his furry lips.  "Oh, God, yes.  I'm....I'm beyond ready," I cried.
	Slowly, ever so slowly, Dave again ran his hairy lips and chin over
my needy body, and again moved down on my cock, tenderly licking its
sheathed surface, and gathering my head and shaft into his strong, wet
mouth.
	He moved slowly this time, and I could feel the cum building again
in my balls, held tight by the rope tied snugly around my hard cock and my
aching, needing balls.  We moved higher, as I breathed the deep, rich,
musty smell of his crotch, his hard cock moving against my beard, his balls
rubbing my face and beard, as I thrashed in ecstasy below his body, the
shadows of his balls and cock outlined by the flickering of the fire
against his muscular thighs and hairy chest.
	Finally, I reached the point of no return, and began to feel the
familiar, the welcome pulse of my balls and cock, to finally feel my cum
shoot through my cock.  Then, I felt a strange, delightful sensation, as
Jake began pulling on the string of beads nestled in my hole.
	The first bead moving past my prostate caused my cock to erupt in a
fire of spasm, as I shot a huge wad of cum into the tip of my cock, into
Jake's hot and eager mouth.  Again, another bead was pulled, and I shot
another huge ejaculation.
	Again, and again, and each time, I shot more that what I thought my
balls could possibly hold, my nerves sending a firestorm of delight through
my cock and into my brain, my entire body on fire with lust and joy.  My
entire being vibrated with the release, the sensations of shooting of what
seemed like gallons of my cum into Jake's waiting mouth.  I thrashed and
yelled in ecstatic release, my balls drained completely, my cock now numb
after cumming hard and deep, again and again, until I had nothing left to
give.
	Jake gently caressed my heaving, wet chest, as I fell into a deep,
dream state, fully satisfied and exhausted.
	We spent several more hours making love in Jake's big bed, until we
fell fast asleep in each other's arms, the fire now reduced to smoldering,
hot coals.

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