Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2009 10:23:34 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Mountain Men, Part 2

This historically inspired story contains graphic descriptions of adult gay
male to male sex.  If this topic offends you or it is illegal for you to
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			   Mountain Men, Part 2

	Amos held me close to his wet, furry body, as I breathed deeply,
catching my breath after I had shot my big load of cum into his mouth, as I
stood in the river, Amos kneeling in front of me.  His strong, muscular
arms tight against my shoulders, I felt the coarseness of his thick pelt of
chest hair tight against my sweaty chest, his hair rubbing against my
still-hard nipples.
	"You are my strong eagle, Caleb," Amos whispered.  "The Great
Spirit honors me by having you in my life."
	Amos' thick cock pushed hard into my belly and I felt his heat
against me, his need to for his own release shining in his eyes, and in the
sweat of his furry chest.  I pulled him out of the shallow of the river,
leading him up to the grassy area next to the beach at our swimming hole.
We lay down in the warm, tall grass, feeling the thick stalks of the
grasses and wild flowers against our sun-tanned skin, bits of grass seed
catching in the hairs of our legs, our groins, and our chests, as we held
each other in our arms.
	Amos smelled rich, warm, the fresh sweaty aroma from his armpits a
mixture of our homemade lye and elk tallow soap, the earthy smell of the
drying river water and coarse river sand on our skin, and his lusty, horny
smell of my naked Indian warrior and mountain man.
	I pulled him on top of me, spreading my legs to take his potent
groin and manly spear into me, his thick fur of his hard belly and chiseled
chest hard on top of me, pinning me to the warm, fresh grass beneath us.
His hard cock pushed wetly into the thick hair of my groin, slipping in the
gobs of my cum, the last of my shots of jism that now soaked into my thick
hair.  Bits of my cum dribbled from Amos' beard and out from his moustached
lips, wetting my already wet nipples, as he suckled and pulled on the hard
tits, awakening my lust again.  His fingers slowly fondled my belly and
chest, finding their way into my wet, hairy armpits, as he pushed my arms
above my head, his tongue licking and tasting the crevices of my pits, my
neck, and finally, my lips.
	His tongue thrust into me, coating my tongue with my own jism,
letting me taste myself, and feel the strong, eager motions of the mountain
man's tongue, as he entered me, my butt hole twitching in anticipation of
his next taking of me.  Naked, lying in the sunshine with my lover over me,
his hard cock throbbing with excitement, I could only think of having him
enter me, uniting us again.
	Amos ran a finger into my mouth, taking a thick smear of my own cum
and our saliva, and then rubbed and thrust his finger into my hole, opening
me up, preparing me for his welcome invasion.  I spread my legs further,
helping Amos pull my thighs open, onto his beefy, tanned shoulders,
allowing his spear to push against my hole.  Slowly, he pushed into me, the
heat of his thick cock hot against my butt, until I felt him slide deep
inside of me, his balls slapping against my butt cheeks, his thick, wet
hair mashed flat against my ass.
	Once fully inside of me, he paused, looking down into my eyes,
running his tongue over his cum-smeared lips.  He laughed, grinning down at
me, his smiling bearded face split by his grin, his thick, wet,
cum-streaked beard tumbling down from his strong jaw, covering the top of
his chest.
	"You are so beautiful, Great Eagle," he moaned.  "You make me
complete."
	My warrior began to slowly move inside of me, pushing up, and then
pulling back, his strong belly and chest rubbing wetly against my chest,
rubbing against my once-again hardening cock, now oiled by the last of my
jism, pooled on my belly, mixing with Amos' sweat and the last drops of the
river water caught in his hairy crotch.
	I pulled him higher up on me, pulling him deeper into me with his
every thrust, feeling his thick cock head fill me and push against my
prostate with every thrust.  We danced this ancient dance of lovers, and I
envisioned the drums of his village beating, that night his village honored
us as brothers.  Each pounding of the drum now relived with each of his
thrusts into me.
	In the distance, a lone wolf howled, even though darkness had not
yet come, and the eerie, sorrowful howling echoed through the valley.  Amos
paused briefly in his thrustings, as we listened to the last of the wolf's
cry.
	"A great wolf howls in your honor, Amos.  Take me, brother, take
me, Great Wolf," I whispered, as Amos thrust deep and hard into me,
slapping his balls against my ass, sweat pouring from his armpits, his
hard, muscular chest now wet against me.  His strong buttocks churned above
me, as he climbed his mountain and found his release, suddenly spurting
huge jets of jism deep inside of me, releasing his balls, his cockhead
vibrating with joy.  His thrustings lost their drum beat, as the last of
his spasms leaped out of his manhood deep inside of me, until he fell,
exhausted, onto my chest.
	Great Wolf's strong heart beat wildly over my chest, as I felt his
gaspings for air and his heart slowly ease, his balls now fully drained,
his cock sliding wetly out of me, leaving me satisfied.
	The wolf cried again in the distance, ending his song with a
mournful howl, as the birds in the forest fell silent at the sound of this
great presence in the valley.  We listened to the sound, my arms tight
against Great Wolf's massive shoulders; our heart beats now beating as one.
	"It is a sign, my brother, the Eagle, that the Great Spirit blesses
our love, and has chosen this place as our home for the winter, Amos
whispered.
	"And we honor the Great Spirit with our lovemaking here today, my
brother.  And, we must continue that celebration."

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