Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2010 19:36:51 -0400
From: Thaddeus Alan <thaddeus2@rochester.rr.com>
Subject: Bear Left part 2

Warning:  The following story is fictional.  If you are offended by sexual
relations between two or more men, if this sort of stuff is not allowed in
you locale, and/or you are under 21 years of age please leave right
away. Please let me know what you think. This is completely my work. Please
do not copy or repost it or any part of it without my permission.

P.S. I'm pretty sure that actions described in this story are not safe to
do while driving but it has made a fun fantasy for me and, hopefully, for
you.

P.S.S. The plan for this entire story has a number of seemingly
disconnected episodes in the early stages but they do work out to be one
story.


Chapter 2: Out for a ride

My route had not taken me out as far as Jed's for several weeks but my mind
was frequently out there watching a great looking man strip as he drove
down the road. I kept with me the underwear that he had thrown to me. One
sniff and my mind was reliving that gorgeous event.

A few weeks later, I had a routine run out to Jed's station. I didn't
really expect to see the furry man again. On the other hand, my libido was
revved just longing to see him again.

It wasn't quite as hot this trip although it was still hot. Even with the
cooler weather, I now tended to bareball it as I drove down the
highway. AftI had bought some soft fur seat covers so that my ass wouldn't
stick to the plastic underneath. I even began to imagine that the fur under
my ass was some guy's furry face as he rimmed me. Needless to say, my
driving wasn't quite as good as it used to be. My mind wasn't fully focused
on the road.

I saved Jed for last so that I could have the long drive back to Buckhaven
for my fantasies. Jed's soda machine was in good shape this time and I
didn't have much to do. However my libido was begging me to stay until that
furry hunk drove back up to the pumps so I dawdled a little more than
necessary.

I finally gave up. It was getting late in the afternoon. If I waited too
much longer, it would be very dark when I got home. The truck's lighting
system didn't always work properly and I shouldn't be driving then. And, of
course, my mind wouldn't be on my driving either.

I took my leave of Jed and told him that I'd probably be back in another
couple of weeks unless he had trouble before then. He just waved me
on. Just a little way down the road from his station, I stopped and removed
my jumpsuit and boxers.

There was no traffic on the road. This wasn't unusual since few people used
it to get to the major interstate about 50 miles in the other
direction. Only ranchers and businessmen who lived in the direction of
Buckhaven, who had land in the area, or who had business in Jensenville or
Buckhaven would be driving this road. Again I wondered what the furry
stud's business was.

Abruptly my mind returned to reality as I heard a motorcycle coming up
behind me. I checked my mirrors to see what I could of the rider. He –
it had to be a man since he appeared to be shirtless – was a little too
far back to see much detail. He was riding a bike with an empty sidecar. It
looked as if his helmet was one of those with the fully reflecting
faceplate. From this first glance, he looked very fit: muscular but not
abnormally so.

I rolled down the window all the way. I wanted to get as much of an eyeful
as I could. I expected him to speed by me any moment and was planning on
getting as good a look as possible during that fleeting second.

He wasn't going as fast as I thought he could go but he still came up
quickly. I saw that he was had a well tanned body and I thought I detected
blond fur on the man's chest. Yummy!

He didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry to pass. As he came up next to
the truck, I waved my hand in greeting. He slowed down just a little to
match my speed and spent a long moment looking up at me. That was the only
response I got.

I did get a good look at him then. He was wearing a tight pair of jeans
covered with brown chaps and a pair of western cut boots in addition to the
helmet. My biggest surprise was that he was wearing a black leather
harness! Two straps went up and over his shoulders and around to his
back. One strap in front and back went down into his jeans. How I envied
those straps!

I was a little disappointed that I hadn't detected the outline of his cock
down either leg of the jeans when he finally passed me. But that didn't
stop my mind from imagining what it would be like. Thick, my libido
imagined, which made my ass twitch. I grabbed my cock and began stroking
slowly, thinking how I'd enjoy having his cock driving up my ass.

It took me a minute to realize that he was still keeping a steady distance
from the front of my truck. Intrigued, I studied him and the motorcycle and
noted that the plates read "BRRITE". It could mean "Bear Right"! Could this
man be a friend of my previous hunk???

Since he hadn't sped off, I decided to try to give him something to see. I
carefully began to raise up off of the seat even though I had to hunch
over. I hoped he'd be able to get an eyeful of my belly and cock. He must
have been watching in his mirrors because he pulled back into to the left
lane and slowed so that he was driving next to my truck. He was definitely
spending time looking at my show.

I couldn't stay that way for long and had to sit back down. I did get the
chance to stroke my cock a couple of times but couldn't give him the full
show that I wanted.

Abruptly, he slowed way down and dropped far behind me. It took me a bit to
get back into the driver's seat and to slow the truck. I pulled over to the
side of the road, hoping that he would pull up behind me and we could
meet. I checked my mirrors. He had completely stopped quite a way back. It
looked as if he had gotten off the motorcycle. Even though it didn't seem
likely, I wondered if he had had some kind of mechanical problem. I tried
to think of the easiest way to turn around to see if he needed some help.

Just as I had decided to try turning around on the median, I heard his
cycle revving and saw that he was flying back down the road. I jumped back
into the truck, got it started, moved it back to the road and floored the
accelerator. He zipped by me so quickly that I only got a quick
glimpse. But it was clear that he had shed the jeans!

My blood rushed to my cock and my heart was hammering. I had to catch up to
him!

Just as the truck got to its top speed (shaking like it was about to fall
apart), he slowed down again, dropped quickly to the side of the truck,
then began pacing my speed. I slowed just a little to keep my truck from
dying and he continued to match the truck's speed.

I drank his body with my eyes. Now he only had on the chaps, harness and a
white jockstrap. He definitely had a lot of blond fur on him as evidenced
by the hair covering his chest and coming from the sides of the
jockstrap. He looked up at me but with that reflecting helmet I couldn't
tell anything more. I raised myself up briefly, showing him the hard cock
his show was producing. When I began to stroke, I noted that he was trying
to move up and down on the seat in rhythm with my strokes. A drop of precum
fell from my cock and I hoped he got a look at it before I had to sit down
again. I noticed that there was a wet patch forming on his jockstrap.

I wanted to continue but this guy had other things in mind. Again he sped
up to put his motorcycle in front of the truck. He slowed down until he was
maybe 20 feet away. I could see his tanned ass and the harness strap
dropping down between his ass cheeks.

For a moment, I didn't understand what the new game was. But then he rose
up off the seat and held himself there for a second. This furry, crazy man
had attached a dildo to his motorcycle seat and was giving his ass a ride
as he rode! He slowly sat back down on it and gave himself a couple of
short humps before rising up again.

My cock was drooling precum and I had to be very careful not to bring
myself to orgasm. I wished that I had thought to use a dildo while driving
down the road. I carefully played with my nipples while watching him give
his ass a ride.

The dildo looked to be fairly thick but he was taking it like a champ. It
had to be pretty long since he raised himself up pretty high and I still
wasn't seeing the head. Over several minutes he gave himself a very good
plowing.

Eventually his riding became a little erratic and he was bouncing pretty
quickly on the dildo. I knew he was probably cumming and I began stroking
my own cock to orgasm. I tossed my head back, roared as loud as I could and
blew my load all over the truck.

When I came back to reality, the biker was gone! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! I wanted
to give him his prize. After the last adventure, I kept in the truck a pair
of boxers which I had worn for about a week and in which I had shot several
loads. I had also attached a note with my name and phone number.

I used the boxers to wipe up as much of the cum as I could. Some had even
splatted on the windshield!

A couple of minutes later, I heard a motorcycle coming up from behind and
one glance told me that it was the biker! As he came up to the side of the
truck, I saw that he had put his jeans back on (damn!). Before I could drop
the shorts out of the window, he pulled very close to the door and
succesfully threw something in the window! As it flew by, I saw just enough
to see that his jockstrap was wrapped around something else and it all blew
into the back of the truck. I held up my boxers and made a motion to throw
them out the window. He dropped back and somehow managed to grab them from
the air. (The guy was good!)

He sped up, saluted me with the boxers and zoomed off down the road. There
was no way the truck was going to keep up with him. I stopped the truck and
pulled the jockstrap from the back. It had been wrapped around a
dildo. There was a huge wet spot and several large gobs of cum left on the
jock. I raised each piece to my face, inhaled deeply of his man-scent, and
tasted of his load. I was in heaven. I noticed that the emblem on the jock
was also a picture of two bears, one standing on the other.

I wondered how I got so lucky as to see two great, furry men on the same
road within two weeks. But I wasn't going to argue with my luck! I could
only imagine what could happen the next time!

I hope you enjoyed this next stage in the story. Comments are welcome.