Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 21:40:00 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip, Part 7

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				The Road Trip, Part 7

	He awakened me this morning, his furred mouth surrounding my
hardening cock, as he slipped a condom over my swelling shaft and cock tip,
to the edge of my curly hair encircling my balls and cock, his hot breath
warm against my belly and thighs.  His strong, rough hands once again
familiarly pinching and rubbing my eager nipples, arousing me to want to
shoot my seed again into my cowboy lover's willing mouth.  Jake's other
hand cupped my balls, rubbing each nut gently, urgently, moving them under
the fur of my tightening scrotum.
	Lost in this intimate attention to my manly tool and sack, I barely
noticed Jake's hand leave my chest, until his hand returned to my left
nipple, slipping a clamp onto the tip of my now-hard nipple, squeezing the
tender flesh, sending a bolt of electricity down my body and firing my
balls with a mixture of pain and sexual stimulation.  As the voltage
dropped just a bit, and I started to let out the gasp of air I had sucked
into my lungs when the clamp snapped shut, another clamp gripped my right
tit, repeating the jolts of pain and pleasure.
	I gripped Jake's naked, furred shoulders, as I moaned, my lustful,
painful cry filling the bedroom with my desire once again.  This room had
become my shrine of sexual delight and fulfillment, a place where Jake and
I had made love, again and again, these last three days and nights, a place
where his endless variations of lovemaking were carried out on and in my
willing, aroused, insatiable body.  I had lost count of the times I had
climaxed, the dozens and dozens of explosions of my seed, my countless
moans and cries of lust, ecstasy, and release.
	Now, Jake was again showing me new pleasures, as the tit clamps
brought my chest to a new level of sexual desire, the tightness of the
metal clamps amplifying the pulses of excitement Jake was sucking from my
cock, as he began to lick and pump my willing, hard cock.
	By now, Jake knew so well my pleasure spots, my rhythm of thrusting
and pumping, as he expertly brought me to the special place of anticipation
he desired to bring me to, at any one moment.  As I came close to my point
of no return, he slowed, and gripped the underside of the tip of my cock,
until the pressure to cum eased, my cock still demanding to be brought to
my point of no return.
	Jake ran his hand up my belly and over my now sweaty chest again,
gently tweaking and pulling on the tit clamps, sending yet more bolts of
pain and lust down into my balls, filling my brain with new, intense lust,
setting my entire nervous system on fire, filling my brain with hot, white
heat.
	Again, he resumed his wet attention to my hungry cock, and I felt
his thick fingers enter my hole, and move up to push against my prostate,
again miraculously filled with my love juices after being drained by my
lover just a few hours ago.  Plunging down and sucking up my shaft, Jake
brought me again to my point of no return, and then quickly pushed against
my prostate, setting my balls on fire.
	Just as my first shot of cum was starting to hurdle through my
cock, Jake unsnapped the clamps on both my tits, releasing blood into my
hot tits, and sending yet even more fire into my chest, and down to my
balls, my entire body now ablaze with an utterly complete frenzy of sexual
release, cum shooting once again into the tip of yet another condom on my
erupting manhood.
	As I began to regain some sense of consciousness in my spent and
fulfilled body, Jake gently released my cock from his mouth, leaving my
waning shaft to rest in the fur of my balls and groin. Jake licked his way
up my sated body, his moustache and bushy beard rubbing against the hair on
my belly and chest, until our beards mingled, his lips touching and kissing
my lips, for the last time.
	"It's been quite a ride, cowboy," I wheezed, still trying to regain
my breath after this firestorm of an early morning orgasm.  "This time
together has been unbelievable."
	"I'll never forget it, Dave.  You've given me so much, you've been
so open to all of my fantasies, all of my desires, all of my dreams," Jake
replied.  "I want you to share these experiences with Jim, to teach him
what real man love is all about."
	Jake talked about his hopes for his nephew, and his need to be a
fully realized man.  His nephew, Jim, and I were leaving today, to resume
our road trip, and I began to realize how much these couple of days with
Jake, in Jake's bed, had taught me about my own body, my own sexuality, my
own being.
       We pulled away from the ranch house, Uncle Jake giving us a hearty
wave from the porch, and Jim ran the gear shift of the cherry red Mustang
through its paces until we were rolling down the road to the highway.  Our
visit to the ranch introduced both of us to the life of working cowboys,
horse rides into pristine mountain meadows, and the lovemaking talents of
buckaroos.  My cock and balls still ached joyfully from the attentions of
Jake.
	"I didn't see Tex on the porch when we left," I said to Jim, as we
turned onto the highway.  "Did he go back to take care of his calves?"
	Jim grinned.  "No, not hardly.  His calves aren't much on his mind
this morning. Tex is still a little shy about all of the male loving going
on with all of us these last few days, and didn't quite know how to
approach Jake about wanting to screw him.  So, after breakfast, Tex and I
went into Jake's bedroom, where he stripped off all of his clothes.  I
gagged and tied him up pretty tight, and then left him on Jake's bed, naked
as a jaybird.  As we were leaving the house, I put a note on top of Jake's
coffee mug, that said we left a present for him on his bed."
	"I bet they're having a helluva fuck fest right now," I laughed.
"Jake told me this morning he had the hots for Tex, too, but didn't quite
know how to get Tex into his bed."
	"I guess I don't have to worry about my uncle being so lonely now
on his ranch," Jim chuckled.  "He's got a good cowboy to ride."
	We drove through the mountains the next several hours, until we
came to a small town at the foot of the most rugged, massive peaks we had
ever seen, and stopped at a large hot spring fed pool in the city park.
Easing our aching bodies into the hot water, we both felt the sore muscles
from our horse rides and work on the ranch flow away in the steaming water,
as we took in the majesty of the granite mountains, and the clear mountain
air.
	That night, we camped at the foot of the Rockies, on the edge of
the Great Plains, in a secluded little campsite by the side of a roaring
creek.  Both of us were tired, not only from our drive, and the horse rides
of the last several days, but also from the long evenings of lovemaking we
had both experienced at the ranch, me with Uncle Jake, and Jim with the
foreman, Tex.
       We'd both been willing partners, both wanting to try new lovers, and
to expand our own lovemaking talents, knowing that we would come back
together, each a richer, more confident, experienced lover, bringing the
fruits of our sexual adventures back to our bed, giving our lover new
delights.
	After dinner, we sat in front of the fire, looking at the stars and
the moon rising over the prairie, shining on the mountains, and sipped from
a bottle of Jake's whiskey he had given us this morning as we said our good
byes.
	It was a warm evening, and, as it was our tradition to always drink
bare-chested, we had each stripped down to our shorts, my arm around Jim,
holding my lover close to me.  Silently, we watched the moon rise higher in
the sky, and the fire burn down to coals, as we slowly sipped whiskey,
enjoying its earthy, golden taste.
	It was good to feel Jim's skin next to mine, and there was enough
light from the coals that I could admire his strong muscles on his lean
body, thick swirls of hair covering his large chest and washboard belly.
His broad, reddish nipples peaked out of the hair on his pecs, his thick
biceps pushing into the hair on his chest as he flexed his arm to sip from
the bottle.
	I admired Jim's beard, now about ten days old, noticing that his
whiskers had begun to curl a bit, and that the new fur defined his strong
jaw, and his firm, manly cheekbones.  His new moustache was becoming the
focal point of his handsome face, and the ends of his 'stache could easily
be shaped into an attractive handlebar 'stach, one that I'd love to have
rub all over my willing, eager body.
	"I'm lovin' your beard, partner," I said.  "It's looking real nice
on you.  I hope you're planning to keep it.  I'd like waking up next to it
every morning."
	"Yeah, I'm liking it, too.  I'm comfortable with my beard now, just
like I'm finally comfortable with who I am," Jim replied.
	We talked about our lovers at the ranch, and the desires and lusts
those men had stirred up, and how they lovingly brought us to our urgent
release, again and again.  We spoke of their gentle, kind, and persistent
attention to our needs, and each of us, in return, brought the cowboys to
the pinnacle of their lust, releasing their seed from their needy, yearning
balls.
	"My times with Tex have taught me so much about real male sex, and
I have so much more I can give to you, Dave," Jim said, as he moved his arm
around me, completing our embrace.  "I understand myself so much better
now, my sexuality no longer something to be ashamed of.  Instead, I know my
lust, my drive to be a great lover of men is a gift, and I need to be fully
involved in lovemaking, not just a bystander."
	"These experiences with you, and with Ken, the winemaker, and with
Tex have brought me out of my shell, and have let me realize who I really
am," Jim continued.
	"You've given me so much, Dave, and now, for the rest of this trip,
I want to give myself freely to you, to bring you joy, to be your complete
and total lover," Jim said, as he hugged me and put his furry face on my
shoulder.
	We talked about making love with each other that night, by the
fire, under the moonlight.  We'd both been on the receiving end of an
incredible blow job that morning from our cowboys, and had cum more times
in the last week than what seemed like our entire lives.
	"Maybe we should rest up tonight, lover, and get some real sleep.
We have the rest of this trip to get reacquainted, and to teach each other
what we learned about what real men do on a ranch," Jim said.
	I agreed, sleep beckoning me, and we both stripped off our shorts
and climbed our sleeping bags, zipped together by the fire.
	As I laid back, looking at the stars, Jim moved around me, and I
felt the rough fibers of a rope against my balls and cock, as Jim quickly
tied a calf's hobbling rope tight against my groin, encircling my balls,
and my manhood, and causing my cock to remember one of Jake's many lessons.
	"Just have to make sure the livestock is secure for the night.  We
don't want things to get loose before morning," Jim chuckled, as he laid
his furry head on my chest, and wished me a good night.

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