Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2006 22:52:20 -0500
From: Alan Green <redbrick40@hotmail.com>
Subject: Waters Recede

Paul was fed up, annoyed with work, family and friends he secretly planned a
two week excursion into the wild country abandoning most creature comforts
of the civilized world.  "Basic gear only" he said aloud while frowning with
disapproval at the notion of unpacking what he originally crammed into the
overstuffed backpack.  Camping supplies were thrown together in the big pack
and extra cloths and food in the two smaller packs.  His wrist watch
purposely left on the counter before leaving thus preventing restrictive
time schedules.  This vacation was going to be spontaneous with little or no
planning as means to an end whereby total relaxation could be achieved.  The
destination was a remote ranch with miles of open country to camp, hike and
fish in.  A close friend had recommended the retreat and provided a long
distance number so he could obtain more information.  One phone call a week
earlier was made to secure a horse and the man he spoke to seemed excited
that the reservation was for only one person.

The map indicated the next town would be the last fueling stop on this leg
of the journey.  After refilling the truck he continued past the ghostlike
town for miles before turning onto a narrow dirt road that led through the
barren countryside to an isolated ranch on the edge of nowhere.  The road
trip took over 10 hours, he knew this because of occasional glimpses to the
dashboard clock while fumbling the radio in search of a static free station.

The door to the large rock house opened as the pickup came to a stop and a
man bounded through the doorframe towards him.  He was probably six years
older, possibly early 40's having reddish hair that was trimmed very short,
a sturdy muscular frame and a weathered but handsome face sporting a roughly
sculpted reddish goatee.  The man approached with an extended hand and a
friendly smile.  Paul immediately noticed the man had stunning slate gray
eyes and very white teeth.

"How do?" he said in greeting, "Names Bob, you must be Paul,"  The callused
handshake was firm, tight and lasted a little longer than expected, "Lets go
inside while we get you set up, care for a brew or something a little
stronger?"

"Yea, sounds great, beer if you have it" Paul said and followed the older
man inside and toward the kitchen listening to the rustic man explain the
details behind the upcoming transaction.  Bob tossed a beer across the
kitchen smiling as Paul caught it with one hand, then handed him the
registrar indicating what information was required.

"Most guests stay for a week and many come back at the same time every year.
  Reservations are required but there was a group cancellation the day
before you called.  You are the only one here at the moment and the next
guests are not due for three weeks."

For the ten day stay he was to pay $1500, in exchange he would receive a
horse, food and camping equipment consisting of bug repellant, flashlights,
lighter, matches, batteries, tent and various hand tools for cutting,
chopping and digging.  Bob's role as guide was optional although he insisted
on taking him to his destination.  A map identified where the house and
stables were located in relation to the topographical layout of the area.
The ranch was huge, situated in a mountainous rocky landscape heavily
forested with pine and far away from obtrusive town lights and associated
noises of buzzing technology.  The surrounding land contains a vast river
basin which held a small clear river in the very bottom whose content did
not dry up even in the hottest of summers.  Paul listened intently absorbing
as much detail as possible but remained transfixed on the older mans face,
making a mental note that Bob always seemed to be flashing a smile.

Paul did not want to be burdened with caring for a horse.  He suggested they
ride until a suitable locale presented itself somewhere in the river basin
at which time Bob would take the horses back leaving him to his solitude but
asked him to return in a few days to see if anything was needed.

After helping Paul carry his backpack and bag inside Bob gave his new guest
a detailed tour of the surrounding area.  The rock house was a modest simple
design consisting of high ceilings and very large rooms.  Over the years
additional rooms were added with careful planning and construction that it
was difficult to tell they were not part of the original design.

The kitchen/dining room combination contained an oversized gas stove where
the preparation of large meals could be easily facilitated, a well stocked
pantry and an enormous rectangle bench style table with enough seating for
ten people.  The living area held a huge fireplace on the far wall and a
full bar on the other.  Standing in the center of the community living room
Bob pointed to the far side of the house where his bedroom and bath were
located then spun around and walked in the opposite direction to enter each
of the three guest bedrooms and single guest bath at the opposite end of the
house.  Bob placed the bags into the largest bedroom and stated "This corner
bedroom is the largest and has the best view, but the choice is yours.  Lets
go outback, we have six horses here and the stables open onto a 300 acre
pasture where they are free to roam."

A shed annexed to the house contained a generator for emergency electricity
which was used primarily in the winter during severe weather.  None of the
rooms seemed to have electrical plugs or lighting fixtures.  Paul wondered
at this until he found a solitary plug nestled between the rocks cleverly
hidden from view.  There were few major electrical appliances apart from the
washer in the utility room, the large refrigerator in the kitchen and a
chest freezer in the shed.  Oversized oil lamps in every room provided
nighttime illumination and oddly every room contained full sized mirrors
possibly to take advantage of the minimal lighting.

"Never seen a place use oil for lighting, do you use candles at all?"

"Kerosene lamps provide considerably more light than candles.  The reserve
oil is stored safely outside in the shed"

"Is that the only light source?"

"I have 12 volt battery powered lamps if ya need additional lighting, some
guests are real timid around flames."

"No, I'm good... was just wondering"

"At night guests tend to congregate where the light is, usually here at the
table, during the day additional lighting isn't needed due to the large
windows"

As dusk settled in around them Bob lit two brass oil lamps in the kitchen
and one in the living area instructing Paul on the particular safety aspects
associated with kerosene lighting pointing out where the fire extinguishers
were located and the proper methods to light and extinguish the lamps.

Bob mentioned that his daily activities typically coincided with daylight
then went to his bedroom to change.  From the other room Bob continued the
conversation indicating he rises before the sun to prepare breakfast and
that he would make anything on the menu as long as the guests told him the
night before since he may have to prep some items in advance.  Paul walked
into the kitchen and located a single laminated menu at the end of the
oversized table with breakfast on once side and dinner on the other.  The
menu had been marked with a grease pencil allowing guests to select the
meals in advance during the week.  He was astounded to discover items such
as sirloin and lobster, noting these were probably reserved for special
occasions.

Paul wandered back to the living area and was observing the simplicity of
his surroundings when he noticed Bob proceeded to undress just inside his
doorway within plain view of him.  He had his back to Paul and was bent over
stepping into long johns, bright red pajamas, the kind with a square
buttoned flap in the back.  Paul was surprised at the physical fitness of
the older man noting the well defined muscular back and overall definition.
Through the dimly lit room Paul could see Bob had low hanging balls, one
clearly distended lower than the other.  The sheer masculinity of the man
was enhanced when he turned around and walked back into the room then past
him heading towards the kitchen.  His thick but soft dick left an
unmistakable outline against the red fabric directly above and to the left
of the lump created by the low hanging balls.  As he passed by, the front
flap of the wool pajamas was finally fastened concealing the reddish pubes
that were exposed only seconds before.  Paul was so distracted by the
display that he did not notice Bob looking down eyeing the growing bulge in
the front of his jeans as he walked past.

Paul stated he wanted to shower and get comfortable so he turned toward his
bedroom to gather needed items still unsettled by the brazen manly display
and bewildered by the old backwoods surroundings that seemed like remnants
of the distant past.

Bob shouted from the other room, "Use my shower `cause the other won't be
restocked until tomorrow."

The fur covered king sized bed was the first thing Paul noticed immediately
upon entering Bob's bedroom.  Wondering if the pelts were bear skin as he
allowed his hand to brush across the surface of the black bed spread,
fingertips lightly clawing as he went toward the door on the other side of
the room.  Entering the bathroom he felt the wall for a light switch but
found none.  Bob appeared behind him to explain the workings of the large
oil lamps attached to the wall on either side of an unusually large mirror.
As light flooded the room Paul noticed the enormous size of the bathroom, an
oversized window and a large glass shower door.  Leaving the younger man to
his privacy Bob stated that steak, potatoes and green beans would be ready
within the hour and that the extra capacity water heater was terrific for
long hot showers if he cared to indulge, suggesting that hot water would not
be available away from the ranch house during his trek.

Paul turned the oil lamps up brightly illuminating the bathroom and
carefully eyeing the oddity before him.  The mirror reflected the light
directly through the glass shower door illuminating the light blue tile
floor within.  Stripping down he opened the shower door revealing another
room made entirely of light blue mosaic tiles surrounded by white grout.
The shower was a dual sauna with a large tile bench against one wall and
sported handles recessed in the walls at different heights.  Adjusting the
controls as he stepped to the side wall avoiding the hot water as steam
quickly heated the cold tiles until the floor and bench were warm to the
touch.  The opposing wall was a large mirror that was quickly fogged and
clouded by the ever increasing humidity.  The water could be adjusted to
spray from the ceiling or from a hand held sprayer constructed in one corner
where the steam and water pressure controls were located.

Paul rinsed off then sprayed the now completely fogged mirror revealing a
wet reflection of himself.  He turned sideways to admire the tan line that
ran between his hip and upper thigh while slowly running a bar of soap over
his muscular body rubbing every inch until completely covered with soapy
bubbles, all the while never looking away from his reflection in the mirror.
  He watched with growing excitement as his dick thickened and grew until
standing fully erect pointing upwards at the glass door.  He spent several
minutes slowly massaging the shaft with one hand and squeezed his right
nipple with the other occasionally letting soft moans escape his lips.
Releasing the now sensitive nipple he reached down to grab hold of his full
nut sack pulling down and stretching trying to lower his balls as if to
mimic those of the older man whom he has seen naked earlier, the man with
the riveting eyes and teeth, the one with the low hanging balls, the balls
that were permanently burned into his memory, the one who now stood outside
the shower looking through the glass at him.

"Ready to eat?" Bob said flashing a smile as he turned and placed a folded
terrycloth towel on the shelf next to the door as he exited the room.

"Jesus!" Paul exclaimed quickly turning to hide his throbbing hard on then
reached to activate the overhead shower to rinse the soap from his body.
"You scared the crap out of me!"  Embarrassed by being discovered in such an
excited state Paul thought feverishly for something to say hoping the red
haired man would not be watching him as he exited the bathroom.  As he dried
off and exited the shower to dress, Paul was relieved to hear Bob shuffling
about in the kitchen.

During dinner Paul inquired about the upkeep required and how many helpers
were needed to maintain the ranch.  Bob seemed delighted at the interest in
his activities and answered all the questions with great detail.  Beer
loosened Paul's tongue and he soon discovered that Bob was the owner and the
only permanent resident of the ranch, and that all the work could be done by
himself with a few incursions to town for supplies.

"Keeps me fit and young" Paul said with a grin as he flexed his arm forcing
the right biceps to bulge.  "Locals come from town twice a month to deliver
supplies but I go to town for any special or requested items my guests may
have.  I don't cut trees here, logs for the fireplace are hauled in and it
usually takes me a couple of weeks to chop and split enough to last through
the winter."

Paul asked how many families stayed here last year and was surprised to
learn that this was a wilderness retreat that appealed mainly to men looking
for a rugged outdoor vacation where guests could be free of technology and
the luxury associated with city life.

"I don't have to advertise at all, most who stay here and tell enough of
their friends to keep me booked year round... thought you knew that?  Ya
sounded well informed when we talked."

Paul was dumbstruck, but his uneasiness quickly departed when he realized
this may explain his hosts peculiar behavior.
"Doesn't bother me any, actually I think I am going to enjoy my stay here
even more now."  Now it was Paul who flashed a quick smile.

The days travel combined with the relaxing hot shower took its toll.  Paul
excused himself and went to the bedroom and closed the door.  He found sleep
came easy and quickly, hardly remembering laying down.  His thoughts during
his last waking moments were of the piercing gray eyes and white teeth held
by the handsome man quietly cleaning up the remnants from dinner in the
kitchen.

The next morning Bob was found sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of
coffee in one hand reading a week old newspaper that had only been delivered
the day before.  As Paul entered he noticed Bob was sitting with the front
part of this long johns unbuttoned partially exposing the base of his thick
dick.  Testing the waters he asked for a cup of coffee trying to see if Bobs
thick dick would hang out the front when he stood up.  Bob stood up to get
another cup causing his dick to spring free from its woolen shroud noticing
Paul never diverted his eyes as he proceeded to reposition his dick inside
and buttoning the front.  Distracted and lost in thought, Paul mindlessly
drank from the coffee cup he found in his hands and scalded his lips on the
hot dark liquid.  Bob winked and laughed indicating that his lips probably
would not function properly now, leaving Paul to wonder whether the comment
implied speech or something entirely different.

Paul studied the map as Bob pointed out the highlights of the terrain during
which time they ate their breakfast of pancakes, eggs and hash browns, after
dressing they packed the horses and headed out over the back terrain due
west of the ranch.  About two hours into the ride they descended into wide
expanse of the river basin and followed along a trail that Bob said he knew
well.  Paul lost all sense of direction as the sun neared full noon, he
indicated a place at the rivers edge near the tree line where a lone
outcropping of rock had a distinct shape and therefore was a easy to
remember.  After removing the equipment Bob said farewell indicating he
would be back in a few days to see if anything was needed flashing his now
familiar smile as he turned to leave.

Paul prepared camp, stowed the gear then set off to explore the surrounding
area.  He spent the day fishing using small telescoping rod from the camping
gear, catching and releasing the small fish caught for sport.  He hiked the
surrounding area gathering firewood for a couple of hours and placed the
wood and kindling up against the underside of a rock ledge where all the
other gear was stored in tidy groupings.  His camp was located high above
the water to take advantage of the spectacular view with hopes of detecting
wildlife that came down to drink at the rivers edge.  In the distance Paul
heard rocks fall and wondering what caused disruption he stopped and looked
about but failed to locate the source.  He was surrounded by peace and
tranquility and a new found freedom from the day to day burdens that the
city forced upon his life.  No work, no friends, no family.

Suddenly inspired he removed all his clothing and stretched out on the rock
surface that had been heated by the midday sun.  As the sun warmed his skin
he felt his nuts hanging between his legs.  Instinctively he spread his legs
slightly and reached down to pull his nut sack down and once again thought
about Bobs body and which testicle hung lowest.  With his dick in one hand
and balls in the other the slow rhythmic massage quickened as he thought
about the older mans body recalling the naked visions from before.  He laid
on the rock for a few minutes gently massaging his body then headed down to
the stream to wash and swim naked in the clear cool water.

The lone rocky outcropping in the bottom of the river basin had been his
home away from home for two days, then the rain started.  Paul was on the
other side of the river when the torrent started.  He waded across the
already rising river, headed back to the camp to seek shelter from the wind
and rain.

The rain found its way into the small pup tent that was pitched about 30
feet from the base of the cliff.  He searched for something dry to cover his
skin and found that the rolled up sleeping bag was dry, protected by the
water resistant outer covering.  Paul grabbed what he could carry in both
arms and headed up to the base of the cliff which offered protection from
the rain and wind.

As he climbed up the rock outcropping he looked back and thought at the
possibility of being stranded by the rapidly expanding turbulent waters.
Apparently heavy rains upstream were occurring as the river rose quickly.
The ravine filled with water much faster than he anticipated, the river
spilled its shallow banks and flooded the area engulfing everything in its
path as the flat expanse of the river basin quickly filled with water.

Paul retired to the relative safety the cliff.  The rocky ledge provided
adequate shelter.  Stranded and alone Paul felt worried and nervous.
Exposure to the elements had given him a persistent chill now that night was
closing in.  Underneath the outcropping of rock he built a small pyramid of
branches then lit the kindling underneath, stoking the embers encouraged the
fire to gather strength and after a few minutes was no longer in danger of
going out.  Wet and cold he tried to think of a way to clean off without
going out into the rain.  He sat under the small natural rock shelter and
slowly stripped the saturated clothing off.  Fetid grime and muck from the
floodwaters and the river bank had been deposited onto his cloths while
attempting to reach the safety of higher ground.  The river basin seemed
devoid of life and nothing could be heard except the pounding of the
relentless rain.

The denim jeans were peeled off followed quickly by boxers and socks
revealing a muscular body slowly developed though years of exercise and
lifting weights.  Completely naked now he grabbed the wet clothing, stood up
and in one motion stepped into the night air as the last daylight faded from
existence.  Shivering from the exposure and illuminated by the warm glow of
the camp fire he rinsed each piece of clothing in the rainwater that quickly
poured off the overhanging ledge above him.  The rainwater pouring off the
cliff was not clean but was a far cry better than the floodwaters that had
risen all around him.  Throwing his cloths back into the shelter of rock he
leaned under the cascade and showered like one would do under some tropical
waterfall.  Cool rain poured down upon his ripped body raising goosebumps
across this arms and thighs.  Turning and facing downhill his bladder
overcame the chill and without holding his dick he forcefully released heavy
stream of piss onto the sloping rock.  After the sustained release he
reached down underneath his tightened nut sack to apply pressure to the
sensitive space between his hairy balls and asshole to expel any remaining
fluid from his body then proceeded back to the relative safety the
provisional shelter offered.

The shock of cold granite caused an intelligible grunt to escape his lips as
he quickly reached for something to insulate his exposed body from the cold
rock surface.  Once situated in the uncomfortable but dry surroundings he
proceeded to wring as much rain water from his clothing as possible.  The
shirt tightened in twisted as rain water was wrung from the fabric onto the
bare rock, running past his hiking boots to join the ocean of floodwater
that churned all around him at the base of the outcropping.  Rainwater clung
to his skin like early morning dew beading on grass.  He rubbed his body in
short downward strokes starting at the top of his head pressing his jet
black hair to remove as much moisture as possible.  Several minutes passed
as he used his hands simultaneously rubbing the muscles in a rhythmic
massage to generate much needed warmth.  He surmised the fire probably would
not dry out his cloths before it went out during the night so in a futile
attempt he placed more wood on the fire.  Only semi-dry entering the
sleeping bag his body succumbed to fatigue and his mind was quickly invaded
by unconsciousness as he closed his eyes, the last perception was the
beating of rain and the lapping of floodwaters below.

He woke the next morning to pain, his whole body ached especially his legs
and back, he was not accustomed to sleeping on rock and now paid the price.
Lifting his head to verify the fire had indeed gone out during the night
Paul felt the cool damp morning air against his face as he sleepily shifted
his weight trying to find a more comfortable position.  He could no longer
deny the raging piss hard on that beckoned for attention as he reluctantly
left the warmth of the sleeping bag.  Aching and stiff he slowly made his
way down the slope, his dick bounced up and down as he started to walk, then
swinging from side to side as if keeping tempo while conducting an invisible
orchestra at the bottom of the hill.  The short trip to the waters edge
covered his feet with grime and the cold rock felt rough beneath his tender
feet as he stopped and looked about at the swiftly moving waters before him.
  He relieved himself at the edge of the newly formed shoreline and noticed
steam rising up as the piss stream contacted the side of the granite
outcropping.  Paul went back up and laid down on the sleeping bag squinting
as dawn advanced into morning clearly revealing the thick rank skin that
covered the almost stagnant floodwater.  Unidentifiable debris and detritus
had deposited in concentric rings around the sides of the outcropping as the
foul floodwaters slowly receded.

During the next few hours the clouds started to breakup, slowly revealing a
fiery orange morning sun that for the past day had been hidden from view by
persistent rain clouds.  He noticed the high water mark indicating the water
had risen to within twenty feet of the ledge where he slept.  Although
receding, the floodwater was still too deep to wade across, but if it kept
withdrawing at this pace he speculated he would be able to cross to the
other side by late tomorrow.  The unpleasant thought of being recoated with
grime and muck quickly filled his mind and he decided he would probably just
spend the night here.

The rising sun warmed his skin as he slowly turned around scanning the
landscape for familiar markings.  He wanted to get away from the hustle and
bustle of the city and all the stressful complications that surrounded his
daily life, but this was a bit much.  Standing underneath the ledge where he
showered the night before he looked down at the clutter that made his camp.
He knelt on the sleeping bag and felt the cloths he had rinsed out the
previous evening.  They were dirty and had a disagreeable odor, smelling
exactly like dirty wet cloths would smell under such circumstances,
apparently he did not get them as clean as he had thought.  Still naked with
nothing dry to wear he took the pile of cloths and one by one spread them on
the rocks in full sunshine to dry out.  Each piece was carefully placed on
the granite slope in such a manner that they resembled a headless person, a
very flat but curiously limber man with one arm raised and legs spread wide.
  Placing the boots in their respective places then setting the socks where
hands would be.  "Looks like mittens" he thought and laughed out loud then
turned and bounded uphill to spread out the sleeping bag to take advantage
of the sun's drying power.

Although originally wanting solitude, this vacation had progressed into an
uncomfortable and unwanted outing, not at all what he expected and
anticipated.  He should be fishing, swimming or riding, not isolated with
nothing to wear, stranded on a high outcropping of rock at the bottom of an
ancient river basin.

Moving to his hands and knees he spread out the sleeping bag to dry the dew
that clung to the nylon outer surface.  Still thinking about being alone and
naked in such a remote location caused his dick to twitch.  Lowering his
head he looked back between his legs at the hairy mound that was once low
hanging balls.  His boys didn't like the cold and retreated back into
protective warmth of his loins.  He felt and now saw his dick growing.
Instinctively he reached for the base of the shaft and slowly moved his
wrist causing his dick to slap softly against the inside of his thigh.
Although he was horny he did not want to just jack off and cum.  Lowering
his shoulders onto the sleeping bag he spread his legs and arched the lower
part of his back to jut his smooth round ass into the air as one hand groped
and pulled the receded nuts down to a more normal position while fingers
from the other hand spread his cheeks and teased his puckered hole until a
drop of silky thread dripped free from the piss slit of his dick which he
then transferred to this tongue to taste the saltiness of his own pre-cum.
His large nut sack felt good in his hand as he gently massaged the jewels
inside.  His other hand reached, moving faster and closer to the puckered
hole until one finger tip gently probed the edge pressing inward.  Suddenly
his head snapped up and looked to the east, he thought he heard someone
calling his name.

Quickly standing up he didn't see anyone.  He headed to camp and located wet
boxers shorts, then after a minute he saw solitary horse and rider in the
distance slowly coming closer on the other side of the water.  Bob had
returned.  Paul was so overjoyed and relieved at Bob's return that he stood
up and walked to the waters edge grinning and waving.  Bob shouted across
the water.

"Do you need anything?  I brought some food and water."

Paul immediately felt shy and abashed at being discovered partially clothed
with a fading hard on but quickly responded "I got wet and my cloths are
drying out.  I'm ready to go back. do you have another horse with you?"

Bob shouted across the river, "No, but leave your things there and come
across, we gone come back for your things later."

As Paul waded into the vile water Bob looked upstream to time the throw of
his now unraveled rope to avoid a large piece of debris.  Paul felt the cold
water cover his body as he entered, his balls lifted up and tightened and
his dick quickly shrank.  Bob flung the rope slightly upstream allowing the
current to deliver the other end to the younger man now covered with river
grime and mud.  When he reached the rope Bob guided his horse backward
pulling Paul across the deepest and fastest flowing section of water until
he was safely across.

As Paul exited the water Bob eyed the muscular younger man then unbuttoned
and removed his shirts exposing his own muscular chest and back.  "Use the
shirt to cover with and the tee as padding, you may be a little sore after
riding back."  Bob threw his shirts to Paul and offered a gloved hand to
help him climb up into the saddle.  Paul noticed Bobs muscles contract and
bulge as he was hauled up onto the horse.  Bob didn't seem to notice or care
that the slime of the foul floodwater was transferred to his back by the now
semi clothed man who struggled in vain to get comfortable behind his back.
Bob signaled the horse with his legs and they started moving slowly away
from the water forcing Paul to steady himself by holding onto the muscular
waist before him.  Both hands transferring some of the floodwater slime and
stink to Bob's skin.  At the top of the basin Bob signaled the horse again
and their pace quickened forcing Paul to cling ever tighter.  Holding onto
the rustic half naked man started to make Paul's dick grow.  "Damn not now"
he thought trying to preoccupy his mind in order to prevent an embarrassing
situation.  Paul was certain Bob could feel his prick pressing against the
belt loop at the top of his jeans, then, as if on cue Bob leaned back
causing Paul's dick to press even harder as he reached for a canteen of
water from one of the bags, opened the top and then took a sip.  "Here, want
some?" he said handing the canteen back to Paul and slowing the horse so he
could drink without difficulty.  If the older man felt the pressure and
bumping against him he didn't say anything.  Paul was certain he did.

About two hours later they arrived back at the ranch.  Bob tethered the
horse then walked to the ranch house and went inside.  Paul slowly climbed
down from the horse and followed him in.  He was not used to riding and was
sure he would once again ache all over.  Upon entering, Paul found Bob
standing at the bar reaching for a bottle and a shot glass.  "You probably
could use this" he said flashing a familiar smile, offering the glass to
Paul who accepted and drank it in one gulp.  Paul squinted and coughed as
the whisky burned down his throat.  Bob smiled as Paul caught his breath and
put the bottle on the counter then went into the kitchen shouting back "Use
my bathroom to clean up, I'm going to unpack the mare.  You're probably not
used to riding bareback, `gone be sore in the morning"  Paul was more than
willing to take a hot relaxing shower to sooth his aching muscles and to
wash the river stink from his body.

The shower felt wonderful as hot water poured from the ceiling directly
above him onto his head and down his chest and back.  Thoroughly wet now
most of the grime deposited by the river softened and washed away.  He moved
from under the shower and reached for the bar of soap located on the supply
rack in the corner.  The bar of soap twisted and turned in his hands as a
bubbly lather quickly developed engulfing his fingers and hands.  Rubbing
the bar of soap on his body and massaging in a circular motion he spread the
white foamy lather across his chest.  The shower had only been on a minute
when he heard a noise in the bathroom.  "Thought he was going to unpack the
horse" Paul thought to himself while looking through the glass doors he
could see Bob had entered the bathroom and was undressing leaving his cloths
in a pile on the floor.  Paul was riveted as he watched the country man shed
his cloths.  Contrary to his own gym defined body, Bob's muscles were
developed through years of physical labor associated with the upkeep of the
ranch.

The circular motion of Paul's hands stopped and his hands froze in place
when the glass door opened and the muscular man entered the shower in front
of him.  Bob flashed a smile, stepped in front of Paul and ducked under the
overhead shower to apply water to his dry body saying "I need some help
getting this river mud off my back, mind giving' a hand?"  Bob's voice
boomed and echoed in the shower.  After getting wet Bob took a step backward
toward Paul exposing his muscular back but keeping his head under the
torrent of water emanating from the oversized shower head above.  Paul's
hands went to work patiently rubbing the bar of soap across Bob's shoulders
traveling in a circular motion until the muscles were completely covered in
white foamy bubbles.

Bob had lowered his head under the shower until his chin rested on his chest
as the younger mans hands moved up to his neck and shoulders.  "feels good"
Bob half moaned and Paul silently agreed.  Paul's application of lather
slowly became a massage, light pressure was applied at first then stronger
more forceful motions were used.  Attempting to steady himself Bob extended
his left arm and took hold of one of the recessed handles in the wall.  As
Paul worked the bar of soap across and down he noticed soft moans increased
the lower he went.  Working the large bar of soap in tight circles at the
small of the back just above the cheeks until suddenly the slippery bar shot
free and landed on the tile floor coming to a stop next to the drain.
Simultaneously Paul squatted down and Bob bent over both reaching for the
soap.  Bob's exposed hole and heavy nut sack was suddenly in Paul's face,
and from that position he could see the underside of an enormous erection
that ended in a bulbous purple head.

Bob reached the soap and handed it backward without looking behind him.
Before Bob could stand up Paul suddenly applied the large white bar of soap
directly to the crack before him spreading the cheeks and rubbing up and
down along the hair trail he found there.  "Damn, that feels good.  Yea
that's it" Bob was really enjoying this.  With one hand Paul applied
pressure to the inside of the thigh indicating Bob to spread his legs wider.
  Bob bent further over causing the stream of water to run down his back
rinsing off the lather that covered his exposed ass sending a torrent of
lather dripping off his nuts onto the tile next to the drain.  Paul reached
up and took the large nut sack in one hand, gently moving the heavy lugs
within then encircling the entire bag and gently pulled, playing with the
mans balls pulling and stretching then downward.  When the maximum length
was achieved Paul's other hand that had been rubbing lather across both
cheeks strayed off course finding the puckered hole at the center.  Probing
the outside around the tight hole sent waves of pleasure through the already
moaning man.  Bob started to gyrate his hips in tandem with the evasive
finger as if trying to hit a moving target.

Paul reached up to rinse the soap from one hand and stuck his index finger
into his mouth sucking and licking to thoroughly coat it with saliva.  He
positioned the extended finger at the opening of the puckered hole and in
one steady motion pushed inward until the first knuckle disappeared.

Bob grunted and bucked still gyrating as the finger impaled his ass.

"Eight point seven on the Richter scale" Paul thought as the older mans body
shuttered and shook as waves of pleasure spread from that one tiny spot in
his body.  Bob's ass clenched as the finger explored and pressed further
disappearing down to the second knuckle and beyond.  Paul let go of the mans
nut sack using the now free hand to help pull apart the firm ass cheeks in
front of him.  Bob reached down pushing his thick cock between his legs
until the underside of the bulbous head touched Paul's wrists.  Paul quickly
removed his finger causing a grunt to escape from Bob's lips, he reapplied
spit and immediately went back to work with the one finger, after a moment
pulling out again and reapplying to the tight hole.  Pushing inward the now
familiar moans were much louder and increasing in frequently and duration as
he worked to loosen and stretch the man open.  Paul withdrew once more,
reapplied spit again and slowly resumed working his finger in and out of
Bob's hole feeling the silky smooth and moist inside wall.  After a moment
Paul applied a second finger to the opening and slowly pushed in.  The hole
was tight and unyielding, reluctant to open or take any more.  Paul unable
to get the second finger in started to rotate and slowly twist his finger
when Bob straightened up and lifted himself off Paul's hand and said "Lets
move over there and let me get comfortable" pointing to the large tiled
bench.

Bob turned and adjusted the water controls changing the shower to a steam
room.  The noise caused by the shower and drain abruptly faded replaced by a
moist hiss of steam that quickly filled the air making the room hot and
thick with moisture.  As the surroundings changed Bob went to the ledge and
laid down on his back spreading legs and holding his bent his knees up to
his chest exposing his hole and inviting Paul to continue.  The man
definitely wanted this.  Smiling he went to the prone man and recoated his
hand with considerably more spit than before then started to explore the
hairy ass anew.  Once again a finger was sent home sliding in easily as the
lubrication performed its intended task, the second worked and struggled
until it also joined its brother.  Paul slowed and deepened his assault
guided by the motions and sounds emanating from the muscular man who lay
before him.  Paul probed and worked his fingers across the lump of sensitive
prostate applying more pressure as the moans grew louder.

Bob's ass was now pushing back trying to engulf and swallow more of the hand
that impaled him.  A strand of precum extended from the swollen head as Bob
pushed his long thick dick upward between his thighs.  Paul leaned forward
and flicked his tongue across the tip to catch the glistening drop that
started to slowly drip down the side.  Bobs body convulsed, his ass
tightened onto the probing fingers and his muscular thighs came together
holding Paul's face in place.  Having tasted the salty sweetness expelled
from the man's body Paul looked up at Bob face making eye contact.  Seeing
wild lustful passion had taken over those piercing slate gray eyes he moved
is face up the inside of the muscular thighs his unshaven face scratched and
scuffed causing Bob to relax and spread his legs once again.  Paul kept eye
contact as his scruffy cheeks descended down the tender skin of the inner
thigh.  Paul opened wide to allow the thick dick to enter his mouth without
touching his lips then without warning tightening his lips around the middle
of the thick shaft applying pressure to the vein filled flesh causing the
thick bulbous head to contact the back of this throat.  Unrestrained, Bobs
legs went up, his ass tightened and his whole body bucked up and down as he
could no longer hold back the intense pleasure that had been building
inside.  The quiet of the steam room was pierced by a sustained deep voice
louder than any before.

"Aaahh, YEA, OOMPH YEA" rang in Paul's ears as his mouth was suddenly
flooded with white hot cum.  Paul sucked and swallowed what he could,
gagging and choking as the thick meat pressed at the back of this throat.
Most of the cum went down but some spilled out onto his lips and down the
long shaft.  Bob's heavy hanging nuts tightened and lifted as another load
of spunk was released.  During the intense orgasm Paul never stopped
sucking.  His thick fingers pressed in and rubbed across the tender prostate
causing several loud moans of pleasure as more cum dripped down the thick
dick onto the now sticky red pubes below.  Paul twisted and flexed his
fingers as he slowly removed them from the twitching man before him.  He
held the mans softening dick in his mouth and smiled seeing the spent man
laying before him whose gray eyes now rolled back into his head.

The shower air was thick with steam and the musky smell of man as Paul got
up and changed the controls from steam to shower.  He reached for the soap
and headed toward the water intending to finish the cleansing of river
debris that was interrupted earlier.  A strong callused hand grabbed his
shoulder and spun him around.  Bob forced Paul up against the recessed
handles of the tile wall.  His pearly white teeth flashed as he leaned
forward and kissed Paul forcefully on the mouth then tenderly biting his
lower lip and licking down to his chin.  He tasted his own cum and withdrew
licking his lips with a grin flashing the pearly white teeth once again.
Bob resumed his oral attack as he kissed and sucked the lips of the man he
held against the wall.  Passionately he probed Paul's mouth with his tongue
trying to find and taste more of his own seed.  Paul could now taste and
smell the whisky emanating from Bob's mouth as the goatee rubbed roughly
across is lips and chin.

Bob felt Paul's dick throb and pulse between their bodies and reached to
give it a squeeze.  He grasped the top half of the shaft with one hand then
sliding down the length to the base.  Tightening his grip he leaned back
yanking Paul away from the wall and guiding him to the center of the shower
by his dick.  Bob lathered up and then proceeded to clean every inch of
Paul's body, going over it a second time to ensure all traces of grime were
removed.  Both men showered together and embraced in the hot steamy water.

After the shower Bob pulled on jeans and boots then went to finish unpacking
the horse.  He unbridled the mare and offered a carrot stroking mane before
releasing the horse into the pasture with a quick but soft pat on the
hindquarters then carried the largest bag into the stable and disappeared.
Wanting to assist, Paul quickly dressed and went outside.  He picked up the
other bag and reached inside lifting out its contents, Binoculars.  Paul
wondered how long Bob had watched him that morning before calling his name
and coming to his rescue.  Grinning at the thought of such a rugged and
masculine man spying on him made him horny, which was not difficult
considering he did not get off in the shower.  Paul returned the binoculars
and closed the bag then headed into the stables repositioning his expanding
dick through the material, never noticing the older man with the goatee was
watching him through the stable window.

It was decided to wait a couple days for the waters to recede before going
back and retrieving the camping equipment from the river basin.  Paul helped
with the daily chores of feeding the horses and chickens then went for a
walk in the pasture to tempt the horses with tasty treats.  During his hike
Paul thought continuously about Bob.  He thought he was the epitome of
manhood, a man's man, strong and dominant, the kind he had not stopped
thinking about since his arrival five days ago.  Paul looked about at the
rugged scenery of the pasture noting rocks, trees, animals and even the
insects.  He hated the thought of leaving next week and decided to make this
vacation an annual event.  Upon returning he found Bob busily searching the
ranch house, shed and stables for axes and knives, intending to sharpen all
the equipment before dusk darkened his view.  He did not finish before the
sun set and had to use oil lamps to illuminate the work area.

After returning the newly sharpened blades to their respective storage
locations Bob went to the kitchen to fix the evening meal.  Paul assisted,
lighting several oil lamps and proceeding to chop vegetables for the grill
at the large rectangle bench style table.  During the meal at the huge
wooden table Paul asked questions about Bob's solitary life here.  Bob
seemed eager to answer the questions and frequently asked the same type of
questions about Paul's life in the big city.

Afterwards, Bob got up and went to the bedroom to change into the familiar
red long johns.  When he returned he found Paul had gone and retrieved a
bottle of whisky and a shot glass from the bar and placed them on the table,
he heard the younger man rummaging in the guest room.  Returning after a few
minutes dressed only in boxer shorts and a clean unbuttoned shirt he placed
a deck of cards on the table and asked if Bob wanted to play.  Whisky
loosened the tongues of both men and for the next hour they tried to outwit
each other in various card games until finally settling into a betting match
playing Poker.  The influx of alcohol was affecting both men, Bob noticed
Paul seemed to have a permanent smile on his face and he found himself
smiling back.  During the next few rounds they played using the extra cash
in Paul's wallet.  As the stakes got higher Bob bet a horse and Paul offered
his pickup.

"Looks like you have to stay here" shouted Bob as he slammed a full house
down on the table with one hand and snatching the truck keys with the other.

"Glad you won" Paul said, "I am still sore from riding back, besides where
am I going to put a horse in the city, could you see the police trying to
put a ticket on the mare after the parking meter expires?"

Dead silence. then both men busted out laughing.  As Bob regained what
little control he had left he looked at Paul.

"Shame you're sore, I could use another work horse, thought about riding and
breaking you in."

Paul's mouth dropped open and quickly changed to a smile saying "Maybe I
could work off the debt and I don't mean feeding chickens!"  Both men
laughed again but this time never breaking eye contact.

Bob grinned and studied Paul's face, his gray eyes piercing into Paul's soul
as he poured another round of whisky.  As soon as they finished placing the
shot glasses down on the table he got up walked around the table and kissed
Paul firmly then guided him out of the kitchen and down the hall.

Bob pulled the bearskin cover off the bed then placed Paul onto the dark
sheets and climbed on top of him.  Both men fully aroused groped and mauled
each other kissing feverishly.  Bob pulled off the boxers and shirt leaving
Paul naked on the bed to watch him as he slowly unbuttoned the front of the
red long johns until the flap opened freeing the long thick dick from its
woolen prison.

Bob reached out and grabbed Paul's dick and immediately took the head into
his mouth.  Bob knew how to suck a man off, he worked Paul's rod the same
way he liked his own dick sucked, sucking and squeezing with his lips to get
it very wet.  He sucked in long slow motions, starting with his lips
surrounding the base of the large bulbous head, he gulped down taking the
entire length into his mouth and throat until his goatee was pressing down
onto the fleshy nut sack below.  He held the dick head in this throat for
several seconds feeling it twitch and pulse then slowly repeated the process
in reverse until the thick head was once again surrounded by his lips.

He probed the piss slit with his tongue tasting to see if his efforts where
rewarded with precum.  Not finding any he repeated the process this time
massaging the balls with one hand causing Paul let out a short moan.  The
next time he tongued the head he found what he was looking for. sticky,
thick and sweet. he loved the taste of a man in ecstasy.  Wanting more, he
pressed the space below the heavy nut sack and slowly, carefully massaged
the thick tube upward through the balls and up the underside of the shaft,
milking every drop of juice from the man before him.  With half of the thick
cock in his mouth he wrapped his hand around the base and worked his fingers
around to include the balls.

Still sucking up and down he reached with the other hand until he found
Paul's mouth.  Paul opened his mouth and began sucking on the two thick
fingers that were suddenly pushed into and probing his mouth.  Once
sufficiently wet with spit Bob moved his lubed fingers to the puckered hole
below his clenched fist feeling the cock throb wildly.  Rubbing the outside
of the hole teasing and carefully dragging his fingertips across the opening
before forcefully inserting one finger inside.  Paul bucked his hips upward
trying to dislodge the thick finger but only succeeding in forcing more of
his dick into Bob's gulping throat.

In one motion Bob removed his finger, let go of the balls, stopped sucking
and then lifted Paul's ass into the air.  In a curved position Paul found
his legs directly over his head with his own dick pointing down at his face.
  Bob reached down and moistened two fingers with his own dripping precum
and while his other hand spread Paul's cheeks he applied the moistened
fingers to the tight hole.  Bob relubed the puckered hole with spit until it
glistened then leaned forward burying his face up against Paul's crack
driving his tongue in as far as he could.

Paul saw stars, the sensation of the goatee rubbing his ass cheeks and the
probing tongue rimming deep into his ass caused his precum to flow and drip
once again.  Not letting it go to waste, Bob first transferred some of the
sticky fluid onto his fingers then to Paul's tight hole.  He stopped for a
second, just long enough for the man below him to catch his breath, then
resumed forcefully as if trying to get his head and shoulders inside until
the hole was thoroughly moistened.

Bob eased Paul's hips down onto the bed and climbed on top of his chest, up
high so his dick pressed against his mouth.  Bob commanded, "Get it wet, get
it real wet" forcing the purple head between Paul's lips.  Paul opened his
mouth and sucked, coating Bob with natural lubricant until the entire length
was smooth and slick with saliva.  Bob changed positions again pushing
Paul's legs up to his chest.

Paul grabbed his legs as he felt the thick bulbous head press against his
hole.  Bob applied pressure until the thick swollen head disappeared then
stopped allowing Paul to deal with the pain as his ring stretched open.  Bob
started to kiss Paul gently at first becoming more aggressive as Paul's ass
relaxed and opened up.  When Paul was ready he grabbed Bob's ass and pulled
him deeper inside.  Paul opened his mouth to moan loudly but was quickly
muffled by Bob's lips and probing tongue.  Bob had a big dick, the large
bulbous head was connected to a slightly thinner neck.  The middle of the
shaft had a larger circumference than the head and the base.  Accommodating
the large cock took several minutes as Bob pressed in and pulled out each
time applying more saliva patiently letting Paul become accustomed to the
pain.

Paul was panting, seemingly gasping for air at the intense pleasure of being
stuffed full with man meat.  When pubic hair touched the spread cheeks Bob
pressed down hard trying to reach new depths causing the younger man to gasp
and bite his lower lip.  Paul needed this, he wanted to be fucked hard and
rough by the muscular man with gray eyes.  His ass was full, tightly
stretched by the rugged rancher on top of him.  He clamped and relaxed his
ass muscles to signal his readiness.  On cue Bob slowly withdrew until only
the head remained and applied more saliva to the thickest part of the shaft
before slowly forcing back in until his pubes were up against the stretched
hole.  Paul let out a moan and continued to tighten and relax his asshole
milking every inch.

Slowly Bob fucked Paul all the while kissing him, their mouths locked and
tongues intertwined in increasing passion.  Paul closed his eyes and
visualized his hole being stretched by the thick pulsing hard on, he could
almost see the blood engorged veins moving in and out while is ass sucked on
the thickest part of the shaft.  As pleasure mixed with pain he clamped down
hard on the fleshy girth that impaled him.  As Bob's motions increased he
moved his head to Paul's neck and nibbled and licked his ear.  Paul moaned
loudly with every thrust and soon started to buck his own hips upward to
maximize Bob's penetration.  His hands spread his cheeks then grabbed Bob's
ass tightly pulling him down, deep down into him.

Bob was in full lust, he thrust his hips faster and deeper as if trying to
nail Paul to the bed stabbing him savagely with his penis.  The large bed
was alive with man sex as both men were caught up in a frenzy of passion.
Paul lost all sense of time and place.  The only feeling he had was his
tightly stretched hole and the rhythmic slapping of the low hanging heavy
scrotum against his ass as Bob fucked him hard.  Bob periodically changed
direction to vary the beat and even moved his hips in tight circles.  Paul's
ass loosened, becoming accustomed to the size and although still tight
accepted the invasion with less resistance.  Each time Bob shifted direction
the change caused Paul to gasp especially when the bulbous head was pulled
completely out then quickly driven back in deep until the pole of flesh was
pushed in to the hilt.  Bob piston fucked him for what seemed like an
eternity as Paul gave himself completely never wanting the sensation to end.

Bob licked the palm of his right hand then grabbed Paul's dick, stroking and
pumping, matching the rhythm of his forceful deep thrusts.  Sweat dripped
from Bob's face onto the man below as he looked deep into his eyes.  Paul
reached around and cupped Bob's low hangers massaging and pulling the jewels
within, then without warning pushed a finger up into Bob's ass as far as he
could.  Bob could no longer restrain himself and started to cum, he shouted
"OOHH, YES THAT'S IT" and grunted satisfaction during his release.  Paul
once again clamped down hard as the man delivered his load deep inside him.
Bob thrusts slowed but were longer and deeper than ever before.  Paul
tightened and pushed his ass to milk the long thick rod that continued to
impale him.  Then clenching his ass as hard as he could Paul started to cum
making loud grunting noises and bucking his hips up and down spurting hot
cum over his stomach, chest and even hitting his chin.

Bob was spent, he allowed the full weight of his body to rest on Paul as he
caught is breath.  Occasionally twitching his dick that was still completely
imbedded in the man below him.  Paul's cum tried in vane to bond the two
chests together, it formed strings of musky threads as Bob shifted his
weight and lifted off the man below him.  Bob did not pull completely out of
Paul's ass but instead rolled him over onto his stomach and lifted his butt
up maneuvering to keep his bulbous cock head inside.  He grabbed the dark
haired man by the thighs and pulled him back about half way onto his dick
with one hand while the other callused hand applied pressure to Paul's upper
back forcing his face and chest onto one of the pillows.

Bob was going to fuck him again but this time in the same position he had
seen through the binoculars earlier that morning.  He used his own legs to
spread those in front of him then started slowly pushing in and out to
distribute the spit he reapplied to his dick.  As his motions increased, the
moaning man before him reached back grab his ass cheeks spreading wider to
help accommodate the flesh that rhythmically probed his ass.  After a few
minutes Bob's pace quickened causing Paul's softened dick to harden as it
bounced up and down between his legs.  Bob pulled his dick completely out
and replaced it with two thick fingers of his right hand and pushed in as
far as they would go.  His fingers remained in place for a few seconds then
flexed slightly as they withdrew.  Bob switched back to his dick and plunged
it in then out.  He alternated between dick and fingers all the while
listening to the city man moan.  Bob continued to work Paul's ass for
several minutes then pulled his fingers out and reapplied a third.  Paul
felt the change and reached back to pull his cheeks farther apart.  Bob
slowly pushed the stretched hole open listening intently for a sign from
Paul in case he wanted him to stop.  Paul was startled when Bob stopped and
removed his fingers saying "You're doing a great job but you're not loose
enough to fist, I don't want to hurt ya."

Bob pushed a single finger back inside then without removing it pushed his
dick forward once again filling the man's ass.  Bob started slow savoring
the tightness around his dick and finger.  He pulled his dick completely out
and slowly pushed a second finger inside as far as it would go then pushed
the head back into the moaning man.  Bob plunged his dick in to the hilt
then bent his fingers into a hook to prevent them from being accidentally
dislodged as he quickening his thrusts.  Bob let out a grunt with each lunge
forward matching Paul's muffled moans.  After a few minutes Bob started to
cum again shouting "Take it, yea, OH. Aaaah, YEAA Oh YEA" as he forcefully
rammed his dick home.  Paul grabbed his dick jacking feverishly, the intense
pleasure caused by the tightness and movement of the hard dick and fingers
was more than he could take causing him to shoot a load of white hot cum
before he collapsed onto the bed spent.

Bob pulled out and leaned forward and across the exhausted man before him
and lightly bit the right cheek before him and then sharply smacked the
other cheek with the open palm of his callused hand.  He then went into the
bathroom and started the shower.  Bob lay on the bed for a minute catching
his breath and gathering strength before following Bob into the shower.
Both men lathered up and cleaned themselves exchanging a couple of
affectionate kisses during the process.  After drying off, Bob led Paul back
to the bed and pulled the covers back pointing indicating he wished Paul
would sleep with him tonight.  Paul smiled and climbed into the bed.  Bob
sat on the edge of the bed stroking Paul's chest arousing his lust once
again.  He climbed into bed and rolled Paul onto his side.  His strong
callused hand spread Paul's cheeks as he pushed his semi hard dick against
the crack before him.  Paul drifted to sleep, held in the arms of the older
man with slate gray eyes.

Paul woke the next morning to an empty bed.  He found Bob at the kitchen
table reading a week old newspaper and sipping coffee from an old ceramic
mug.  "Bout time you got up, city folk sure sleep late, it's a wonder you
get any work done at all" Bob winked at the man who stood there rubbing the
sleep from his eyes and yawning.

A lone oil lamp on the table illuminated the kitchen in a soft glow.  Paul
instinctively looked at his wrist for the time then suddenly realized where
and why he left his watch.  He looked out the window, it was still dark
outside and he could not see the pine trees or stables.  Without looking
from the newspaper Bob said "Its almost, 4:00 gone inspect the fences today
so need an early start, can you ride or you too sore?"

Paul smiled, turned to get a cup of coffee and answered "I'm sore, but not
from the mare."  Through the corner of his eye he saw the familiar flash of
white teeth.

After morning coffee Bob set the paper down and went to the bedroom.  Paul
explored the kitchen intending to locate something for breakfast when he
heard Bob shout.  Paul went to the bedroom and found him setting on the edge
of the bed pulling on his boots.  Bob had the horses saddled and ready by
the time Paul got outside.

They rode south along the fence line then west until coming across a section
damaged by a fallen pine.  Bob dismounted first and tethered the mare to a
nearby branch.  Paul followed suit and went to inspect the damage, first
investigating the broken trunk before turning his attentions to the fence
wire.  Testing the weight of the tree and realizing he could not lift it by
himself he straightened up and turned around wondering where Bob was.  The
rancher was setting under the pine where the horses were tethered sipping a
cup of coffee from the opened thermos next to him.

He responded to the puzzled look on Paul's face, "No hurry. horses can't get
out of the pasture.  Don't start `til you put these on, `ya need gloves to
protect your city hands.  Have some?" he said lifting up the thermos then
reached into a pack and pulled out what appeared to be biscuits.  They sat
under the pine slowly consuming the simple breakfast while discussing
fences, horses and general upkeep of the ranch.

Paul was surprised to learn Bob had packed supplies for several days.  The
inspection of the fence perimeter would take them all day, more if they
encountered other sections that were in disrepair.  After the coffee break
they hoisted the fallen tree from the broken section and cut new wire to
reline the fence.  Bob unsheathed a chainsaw and carved the fallen tree into
smaller pieces pausing briefly to indicate how the logs should be stacked to
minimize rot.

Bob moved to the shade created by a large pine and sat down against the
resinous trunk and maneuvering to get as comfortable as possible on the
carpet of matted pine needles as he retrieved a tablet from the large burlap
sack and started to note their activities.

"Gotta detailed history on this place.  This is section B4502" he said
tapping his finger on the topographical map indicating their present
location.

"Erosion here needs attention.  Will have to come back here with seedlings
to anchor the ground."
Not hearing a reply he looked up to see Paul sitting under a nearby tree
preoccupied with the chainsaw.  Sipping coffee, he watched the younger man
patiently work, surprised to learn he knew how to disassemble and clean the
saw even taking care to oil and tighten the mechanics, making a mental note
to pay more attention to his abilities, perhaps the city taught him some
skill after all.

As Paul attended to the chain saw he tried to stay focused on his attentions
but kept thinking about the aggressive almost brutal fucking he received the
night before.  He thought of how Bob's first used his fingers to loosen his
ass then licked and probed with his tongue.  He had never felt anything like
that before and wanted very much to experience the feeling again.
Tightening his ass remembering the pain and intense pleasure of being
fingered and fucked at the same time caused his dick to pulse and grow until
he became uncomfortable enough to warrant repositioning the swollen meat in
his jeans.

Looking up he noticed Bob was up packing the horses, they would be leaving
soon so he quickly packed the saw and placed it beside the other bags next
to the horses receiving a "thanks" and a smile from Bob for his assistance.
They mounted and were headed south along the fence perimeter within 15
minutes leaving only a stack of neatly piled wood and footprints as evidence
of their activity.

They traveled the fence south then west until arriving at a small creek of
slow moving clear water pausing to allow the horses to drink then resumed
their journey in silence until quite unexpectedly Bob turned and steered the
mare away from the fence leaving Paul to follow single file behind him.
Bob's horse seemed to travel an invisible path that wound sinuously uphill
until reaching a bare rock surface at which time Bob dismounted and lead the
horse on foot uphill.

At the top of the hill Paul looked down into a ravine that contained a
narrow river.  Scanning the scenery he noticed a lone outcropping of rock
with what appeared to be supplies strewn about.  They had arrived at the
location where Paul originally made his camp and was subsequently stranded
by rising waters.

Bob said, "There is a large sandbar along the waters edge downstream where
the river is  wide and shallow, we'll cross there and make camp."

Paul was glad they were stopping, his back and sides ached from riding and
wanted to rest.  It was late afternoon by the time they crossed the river
and unpacked the horses at the line of trees that outlined the edge of the
sandy shore.  Bob released the horses allowing them to roam freely in the
shade beneath the trees then unpacked the largest bag containing the food
and cooking equipment.

Paul selected a suitable site to build a fire, setting stones in a circular
pattern before heading off to explore and collect wood for the fire.  Upon
returning he noticed Bob had strung mesh hammocks between two adjacent trees
and moved the stones closer to the hammocks and moved off to gather kindling
and wood.

Paul opened one of the larger packs and found a small cylinder with a hose
attached.  Paul had seen a device similar to this in a sporting good's store
once, and knew it was a water pump that filters undesirable organisms as it
pumps.  He located the a large pot and went to the river to collect water,
filling the coffee pot first then the large cooking pot, figuring that would
be enough water for coffee and refilling the canteens.

When Bob returned with his arms full of wood he grinned widely upon seeing
both containers full of clean water, the pump had been left out to dry on a
rock a few feet away.  After placing four large rocks in a square pattern in
the center of the stone circle he added kindling, sticks and wood to build a
large fire.  Once the fire was established he fed it larger pieces of wood
then placed a wire grill on the stones followed by the both containers of
water.  It would be some time before the water was hot so the lids were set
in place speed the process and to prevent anything from blowing in.

Climbing up the lone granite outcropping the first thing Paul encountered
was the dirty clothing he had laid out to dry.  Daytime heat combined with
the relentless sun dried the cloths into a rigid figure resembling a
cardboard cutout of a person waving.  He continued up until he reached the
sleeping bag and started to roll it tightly into a compact bundle securing
it with straps then picked up and the remaining gear that was located at the
base of the rock wall before heading back down.

He heard Bob laugh and looking to see him standing over his cloths mimicking
the body position displayed there.  Bob picked up each piece and folded them
into compact bundles.  He placed the socks and boxers into one boot and the
shirt and belt into the other, finishing by tightly wrapping the boots with
the jeans.  Both men quickly descended the rock outcropping and headed back
down stream toward the new camp.

Bob checked to see how hot the water was then applied more wood to the fire
before climbing into a hammock to relax and take the load off his feet.  He
liked the heat of the day and wanted to stretch out and relax before
preparing something to eat.  Paul opened one of the large bags and pulled
out a pair of shorts.  Bob watched as the younger man stripped down removing
his jeans then underwear quickly grabbing and stretching his dick to
separate it from the sweaty balls before pulling on the pair of shorts.

Bob stared at the muscular man as he headed away across the sand toward the
water noting the muscular definition of his body softly biting his lower lip
as he thought about their sex the night before.   He watched for a few
minutes before getting up and attending to the now active coffee pot that
bubbled out landing in a hiss of steam as it contacted the hot embers below.
  Although the camp style coffee  pot was designed to be placed directly on
hot coals, the stay-cool handle did not entirely protect against the heat
and a gloved hand was used to pour the first cup.  He savored hot coffee.
It didn't matter what time of the day it was, although during the mid
afternoon it tended to make him warmer than he liked.  It was late in the
day and he was already hot as lustful thoughts kept flooding his mind.

Paul stopped at the waters edge, "hard to believe this was flooded a two
days ago" he said aloud eyeing the water and noting how clear and clean it
was.  He stepped forward feeling the cool water envelop his feet as he waded
in up to his calves.  Paul was hot and wanted to go swimming to cool down
and rinse the sweat and dirt from his tired body.  The river was about 40
feet wide here and shallow, just barely covering his body as he lay down to
submerge himself in the swiftly flowing current.  Enjoying the hot sun on
his body and the cool swift water surrounding him as he rubbed his body to
dislodge any remaining dirt that had not already washed away.

Paul was suddenly inspired, maybe it was the country air or the seclusion of
the wilderness that prompted him to stand up and quickly exit the water.  He
walked over to the older rusty haired man that was resting comfortably in
the hammock and leaned over kissed him long and heard on the mouth.  He
tasted the remnants of coffee as he forcefully tongue probed pressing him
firmly into the mesh netting reaching down into his shirt to locate and
squeeze a nipple he found there.

The thought of Paul's aggressiveness toward wanting him again caused Bob to
grin widely breaking their almost smothering embrace.  Paul wondering what
was so funny tried to pull away only to be grabbed and held in place by
strong muscular arms.  Bob relaxed and allowed him to continue, encouraging
the aggressive behavior by subtle body motions and moans.  Paul extended a
hand and helped Bob out of the hammock.  He then adjusted the height
lowering it until it was just above the ground.  Using his hands he guided
Bob onto the ground then he stripped his wet shorts off and climbed into the
hammock moving his now erect dick through the mesh and pointing straight
down.  Bob laid down on his back and slid under the hammock opening his
mouth and taking Paul's dick inside.  He held it in his mouth feeling it
twitch and pulse for a moment before he started sucking and moving his lips
slowly alternating the pressure while gently massaging and pulling on the
suspended mans balls trying to lower them undoing the affect the cool water
caused.

Paul was still for a minute feeling the warm moist feeling of the mans mouth
before he reached down and started to unbutton the jeans intending to free
the rapidly growing bulge that was just below his face.  Bob assisted in
removing his pants and underwear never allowing Paul's dick to escape his
lips.  There was not enough room to move his head so he reached up and
applied pressured down onto Paul's ass.  Paul responded by slowly pumping
his hips up and down feeding his cock to the hungry man below using one hand
to steady himself to prevent accidentally falling out of the netting.  The
curvature of the hammock raised his head too high preventing him from
sucking the temptingly close dick so he used his free hand to fondle the
man.

Bob sucked and slurped making wet noises as the shaft pressed in and out
against his lips keeping pace with the quickening thrusts of the man above
him.  He sucked faster and harder tightening his lips hard around the base
each time the head touched the back of his throat.  Bob tilted his head back
and opened his mouth wide taking the head deep into his throat.  Paul's
hanging nuts were against his nose and eyes when suddenly Bob gagged causing
Paul's arousal to peak.  The younger man pushing his hips down grunting
loudly sending a spurt of hot cum into Bob's throat.  Bob gulped and
swallowed keeping the head inside his throat as Paul unloaded his wad.  Bob
pushed Paul up with his hands until the head was once again held in place by
his lips then his tongue went to work against the piss slit flicking across
the sensitive head to taste the last drops of cum that were slowly expelled
.  Paul quickly climbed off the hammock and lifted Bob off the ground
kissing him passionately and deeply trying to taste his own cum in Bob's
mouth.  Bob realized he taught this to the younger man that day in the
shower and cooperated fully as both men sucked and probed each others mouth
in a frenzy of passion.

Bob tenderly grabbed Paul by the arms and led him over to the waters edge
kissing him passionately keeping him preoccupied has he slowly made his way
over to the river then unceremoniously tossed him into the cool clear water.
  Paul started to get out of the water but hesitated upon seeing Bob
unbutton and remove his shirt intending to join him in the swiftly flowing
water.  Bob eased into the water laying down to submerge his entire body
then stood up and went to the sandy bank.  Paul noticed the other mans hard
on had softened but had not gone limp.  "your turn" was all Paul said as he
guided Bob face down onto the sandy shore.

Paul climbed onto the muscular back before him and began to massage starting
at his neck and shoulders working slowly down to his feet deliberately
avoiding contact with Bob's waist area.  After working down each leg he
concentrated his efforts at the tight muscular butt in front of him.  Using
both hands he massaging and spreads the cheeks apart until the rosy bud in
the center was exposed, then worked the hole loose with one saliva lubed
finger before pressing his face into the warm flesh before him.  Paul had
never rimmed another man and tried to duplicate Bob's motions from before,
encouraged by moans emanating below him he deepened his motions.  Bob
reached back and grabbed his ass with both hands spreading his cheeks apart
to encourage deeper and longer penetrations.  Paul used his now free hands
to slowly jack him off increasing his motions faster as the man's breathing
became heavier.  Paul intended to fuck Bob and coated his dick with spit to
ease penetration into the well lubed hole, but when he leaned forward and
placed his dick head at the puckered hole and started to press in Bob
reached back and stopped him.

"Use your hands on my ass and suck me off, I'll show you what I like."

It was Bob who now took control pushing Paul onto the sand and then climbed
on top of him in a 69 position.  Bob immediately took the rigid shaft into
his mouth and held the head between his lips as he used his hands to spread
Paul's legs wide apart. Bob placed two fingers against the side of Paul's
dick and opened his mouth wider to accommodate both dick and fingers sucking
and coating both with spit making sure to rub the coarse hair of his goatee
against the dark pubes.  Bob could feel Paul was duplicating his actions
feeling the wet lips and fingers against his own thick dick.  Bob
transferred one of the now slick fingers to the tight hole in front of him
and proceeded to probe in with his thick index finger causing a grunt and
moan to escape from the man underneath him.

Bob worked one finger in then as he started to apply pressure with the
second finger he began to suck up and down taking the shaft further into his
mouth.  As the second finger penetrated Paul's ass Bob could feel his own
hole being stretched open by invading fingers that were duplicating his
actions acting almost like a remote control of his own hand.  As he pushed
into the hole in front of him his own ass felt the same sensation a few
seconds later.  After a few probes Bob relubed his fingers and reapplied
them to Paul's ass.  Once Paul had relaxed enough to easily take the second
finger he pressed in and turned his wrist then repeated the same action in
reverse fucking him with his thick fingers.  When his fingers located the
sensitive lump of prostate Paul gasped and moaned as busy finger tips worked
in unison across the sensitive lump.

Bob groaned loudly as Paul copied his actions, both men sucking and probing
each other on the sandy beach.  Paul moaned loudly as he tightened his ass
onto the thrusting fingers.  Paul clamped down hard onto Bob's fingers then
let loose without a sound.  Bob first felt the surge flow through Paul's
dick then he could taste the salty cum shoot into his mouth.  Bob applied a
third finger to the now loosened hole and pressed in stretching the hole
tight causing Paul to buck his hips.  Paul's dick was suddenly free as it
released a second spurt of cum onto Bob's chin and neck.  Bob reached up and
pulled on Paul's dick milking the last of the cum that dripped out then he
tightened his ass onto the probing fingers releasing his own load into
Paul's mouth causing him to gag and choke before collapsing down onto the
man below him.

After a moment Bob stood up and walked into cool clear water to rinse the
sweat and cum from his body savoring the cool swift water flowing past him
as he sat down, lowering himself until his shoulders were completely
submerged.  After a few minutes he looked up at the exhausted man laying on
the shore and wondered if he had dozed off.

"Don't fall asleep there, you'll get sunburned and regret it tomorrow."

Paul got up and headed to the water to rinse off, wading past Bob and
casually reaching down with his left hand to give his dick a quick squeeze
as he went by.

After washing, Paul pulled on shorts and hiking boots then attended the
horses tempting them with tasty treats before heading down stream turning
over larger rocks at the waters edge hoping to find something suitable to
use for bait.  A compact telescoping fishing rod with a micro reel was
packed in anticipation of occasional opportunities to fish during their
trek.

Bob went back to the hammock to lay down and relax keeping one eye open and
fixed on the city man headed down stream.  Warm mid-day breezes flowed past
his still naked body as he reached down up to give his nuts a casual scratch
with his finger tips.  He tightened his ass a couple times as his thoughts
drifted off and his mind tried in vain to focus on the days pending
activities which now seemed distant and unimportant.

Bob woke to the sudden cold shock of a wet fish being dropped on his
stomach.  Unable to keep his balance in the hammock as his legs shifted Bob
found himself in an undignified position face down on the ground covered in
dirt and pine needles.

"Country folk sure sleep a lot" Paul said with a smile as he reached down to
collect the fish flopping on the ground then strode back to the water.  Bob
stood up and brushed himself off as he watched the younger man release his
catch back to the river.  Bob finished pulling on his jeans and boots as
Paul returned to camp.

"Gonna spend the night here then head west across the river tomorrow.  Have
some minor repairs over at the widow Dylan's place.  Need to rest tonight
cause its a rough ride over uneven terrain."

"How long's the ride?"

"Bout two hours, and guessing another four hours of work.  More fence repair
and have to rehang one of the barn doors"

"so we need an early start, too bad I don't have an alarm clock... I tend to
sleep in late.

"heh, if you do Ill throw you into the river again" was all Bob said as he
flashed his familiar white smile and walked to attend to the horses.

The remainder of the day was spent securing the horses, locating fire wood
and packing nonessential camping gear.  As night descend on the river basin
camp activities centered around the camp fire.  Additional water was
filtered and placed in covered pots to boil thus sanitizing any undesirables
from the water.  Fore several hours both men sat around the fire mindlessly
stoking the embers and compared ranch life to urban city living.

Bob got up and left camp to relieve himself and Paul did the same only going
the opposite direction.  Upon returning Paul was surprised to see Bob
unrolling two sleeping bags and zip them together to form one large
compartment.  Paul thought they would be sleeping in the suspended hammocks.
  Bob stripped down, rolled his Jeans up then placed them and his boots into
the hammock.  Bob settled into the sleeping bag and moved to the far side.
He rolled over onto his side with his bare butt facing Paul.  Bob
intentionally left the other side of the sleeping bag open in an unspoken
invitation to the younger man.  Paul unbuttoned his shorts and kicked off
his hiking boots and placed them next to the jeans and boots in the hammock
then joined the other man in the sleeping bag.

After a few minutes Bob rolled over to his other side and draped a muscular
arm over Paul's waist then gave the younger mans dick a quick squeeze.  Bob
nuzzled closer spooning Paul then inhaled deeply and slowly exhaling into
the back of his neck.  Paul fell asleep quickly nestled in the arms of
another man.

Paul woke as Bob unzipped and exited the sleeping bag to relieve himself
away from camp.  Paul realized morning was approaching although there were
no telltale signs of sunrise yet.  He looked up and saw Bob refuel the coals
with kindling in preparation of coffee then watched as he headed into the
darkness toward the river.  Paul exited the sleeping bag and reached for his
shorts only to pause in mid reach by the sound of a distinct splash and the
muffled gasp of a warm body hitting cold water.  A minute later Bob appeared
in camp and headed to the fire proceeding to rub his wet skin dry by the now
roaring blaze.

"Thought you were a late sleeper... was looking forward to tossing ya in the
river again" Bob said with a one sided grin.

"I slept good and solid, must have really needed the rest."

"Go jump in... the waters great, it will clear your mind and rinse the sleep
from your eyes"

"I can see that... by the way where'd your balls go?  Did you leave them in
the water?"

Now it was Paul's turn to laugh as he headed toward the river.  He stopped
at the sandy bank and tested the water with his foot.

"Damn that's cold" was all he said as he strode into the river up to his
knees then bent over to wash his face and in one swift motion submerged his
head in the cool clear water.  Returning to camp Paul ran his fingers
through his hair to squeeze out as much water as possible then mimicked Bobs
actions trying to dry himself by the fire.

"I see your boys didn't take kindly to the river either, here put these
on..."

Hot jeans hit Paul square in the chest as he could feel the sting of hot
metal as the zipper touched his skin.

"How did..."

"An old camping trick, will show you next time the opportunity arises"

"Reheated biscuits and coffee for breakfast.  Lets get moving soon... the
widow Dylan will have lunch ready for us after we get the work completed.
Hope you are hungry she always prepares a feast when I show up"

Both men downed their meager breakfasts and sat around long enough to
quickly quickly sip down a fresh cup of coffee.  The darkness was becoming a
dull gray as daylight started to gain a foothold forcing the night sky back
to the other side of the world.  By the time camp was packed the bright pink
sunrise illuminated their surroundings.  They saddled up and headed across
the river headed west.


The ride was indeed rough as Bob had indicated although it did not take the
full two hours as expected.  As an old rock house came into view Paul could
see what Bob meant by minor repairs.  The first thing he noticed was the
barn door, which was on it's side against the side of the barn.  The house
had a broken window and the corral needed a few boards replaced.

As they neared the house the chickens started sounding off, clucking wildly
as if to sound an alarm.  The screen door of the house opened and a thin
blond woman dressed in a brown skirt screamed in excitement and ran toward
Bob causing his horse to take a step back with it's ears laid flat back.

"Wasn't expecting you until next week... you must have had a cancellation?
she said then before Bob could answer she turned to Paul and winked.

"Nice looking man you have there, are you the hired help or a tennant?"

"I rented a room, but"

"Park the horses and come inside, will make you something decent to eat...
bet he only fed you biscuits this morning, right?"

Before Paul could answer, the nameless woman turned and ran back to the
house.  The screen door slammed before Paul dismounted and a loud clash of
pots and pans could be heard emanating from the kitchen.

Missy yelled from the kitchen, "Gonna fix you up right.  Boys NEED to eat"

"Her name's Missy.  Hasn't changed at all."  Her husband died a couple years
ago.  Don't see Jr though, probably headed out yonder.

Bob directed the horses to the corral and dismounted then proceeded to
remove the bridle and saddles from the mounts give them a much needed rest.
Paul expected to go inside but Bob headed toward the barn and immediately
started examination of the hinges to see what repairs were needed.

About an hour later Missy came showed up wearing an apron and carrying a
pitcher of lemonade and two glasses of ice.  She placed the refreshments on
a shelf in the barn and headed back into the house.  Another hour went by
and she reappeared announcing the food was almost ready.

"Boys need to get yourselves washed up.  Come take a break and eat
something."

The inside of the house was similar to Bob's but smaller with only two
bedrooms.  The interior was a complete opposite of the dusty outside.
Everything was clean and polished to such an extent that Paul wondered how
the inside could be so clean when one of the living room windows was broken.
  Missy talked about a mile a minute saying nothing in particular.  Bob
could barely get a word in edgewise until her attentions focused on taking
lunch from the oven.

Lunch consisted of pork chops, green beans, mashed potatoes and homemade
rolls.  Meal conversation centered on what repairs were already completed
and a wish list of items to be fixed before heading out.  Paul was surprised
to learn Bob was actually employed by Missy to perform these odd jobs and
that he would show up three or four times a year to work on the house and
property.

After lunch the men continued with the outside repairs and then started on
the house.  Missy had purchased a new window in anticipation of Bob's
arrival and after the pane was replaced she demanded that they take a rest.
Bob was reluctant to stop indicating that time was short and they had to be
leaving soon.  Another round of lemonade was served and Missy tucked a
folded piece of paper into the pocket of Bob's shirt and tip toed to kiss
him on the cheek.

After the last of the activities were completed Bob said his goodbyes and
while Missy was distracted talking to Paul he pulled the check from his
shirt pocket and tore it in half without looking at the dollar amount.  He
placed the check and a wad of cash on the table under the salt shaker and
gave Missy a wave goodbye.

Bob and Paul were back on the horses, saddled up and headed down the dirt
road as Missy stood in the doorway waving.  They followed the road north and
ultimately crossed the river at which point Bob veered off and followed the
river.  Paul asked what direction they were headed and what activities were
planned for the next day.

"Going to inspect last years seedlings and measure the growth on the ones
planted the year before.  Haven't been back to see them in a year."

"How far until we make camp?"

"Little more than an hour, the terrain this direction is easy to navigate.
We are just following the river basin until it narrows with cliffs on either
side then will stop and make camp."

Paul looked ahead and for the first time noticed the landscape was already
changing.  The river basin was narrowing and cliffs seemed to rise out of
nowhere.  Astounded he looked back and realized why he didn't notice the
change before.  Each time they rounded a bend in the river they lost sight
of the path behind them.  The trees in this part were different.  There were
fewer pines and more maple.  Several turns later and Bob indicated they
should stop up ahead and prep the camp.

Paul dismounted first and started to unpack his horse when he realized Missy
had packed extras for their trip wrapped in brown paper bags.  Probably food
he thought.  Missy had been busy during their time working making sure the
riders and their horses were well fed and watered.  Bob took the horses and
secured them for the night while Paul moved stones closer to the trees in
anticipation of building a fire like before.  Bob searched for kindling and
fire wood then deposited what he found near the stones.

"Move the stones over there, maybe another ten feet.  Don't want the smoke
blowing back on us all night"

"Will do."

"Gonna rinse off after the fire gets going"

"Don't mind being dirty, but I do take advantage of water when its
available"

Paul watched the older man kick off his boots and peel off the blue jeans.
Paul liked watching men move.  It didn't matter what they were doing...
Work, exercise, sex... it didn't matter.  He liked seeing muscles flex and
especially the hint of male sexuality such as the exposed nipple or the way
a box formed in his pants while he walked.

Bob was only wearing a tee shirt and underwear when he noticed Paul stopped
moving.  Bob look up and realized he was being watched.  Paul was so
distracted that he didn't realize Bob stopped undressing and walked over the
packs and take a brown bag out.  Bob's back was facing Paul as he tilted his
head back and took a swig of the contents in the brown paper bag.  Bob
figured Paul was still watching him and he slowly placed his hands on his
cheeks and started to massage his own butt through his underwear.  Bob
turned around and didn't look in Paul's direction.  Instead he focused his
gaze on the horses and with one hand reached inside the front of his
underwear and repositioned his balls and dick, which had started to grow and
swell.

Bob walked over toward Paul and handed him the flask of whisky then pulled
off his socks and underwear and headed toward the river to bathe.  Paul had
accepted the flask without knowing it's contents and unscrewed the top
taking a whiff of the unknown contents inside.  Realizing what it was, Paul
intended to take a sip but mistakenly gulped down more than he anticipated.
The whisky hit the roof of his mouth and splashed against the back of his
throat causing him to cough and hack so loud that Bob looked his direction
from the river to see the younger man step out of his underwear.

Bob finished bathing as Paul reached the waters edge.  Both naked men
exchanging places as the older man headed up to the camp fire while the
younger entered the water.  Paul could feel the alcohol affecting his mind
and he once again found himself staring at the rustic man now tending and
fine tuning the fire.  Paul watched intently as Bob squatted naked between
him and the fire with his back to the river.  Bob reached down with one hand
and encircled his nuts with his thumb and forefinger pulling them down and
gently massaging the jewels inside the hairy sack.  Paul mirrored the
activity but the cold water had already worked against him sending his balls
up into the relative warmth of his body.  Massaging his nuts to a lower
position gave him a mild burning sensation as the now tight skin was pulled
and stretched down.  Paul shuddered slightly as he now started to feel the
cool air and the affects of the cold water and proceeded to rub his hands
all over his body to dislodge the dirt and grime deposited by the days
events.  He gave his nuts one final pull then headed out of the river and
back to the warmth of the fire.

The sun hidden behind the cliff started to descend beyond the horizon
causing daylight to fade.  Both men had dressed in jeans and tee shirts and
now were busy preparing the evening meal.  Bob had located some thin
sampling branches and proceeded to sharpen the ends while Paul patiently
sliced the fresh bell peppers and tomatoes that Missy had packed along with
the remainder of the pork chops using the back of a cast iron skillet as a
makeshift cutting board.  Bob handed the sapling branches to Paul who in
turn alternately applied meat and vegetables.  The older man wrapped then in
tin foil as each was completed and set them aside in close proximity to the
fire until they were ready to eat.  The meals were close enough to the fire
to keep the insects at bay but far enough away to prevent overheating.

As the darkness of night enclosed around them the men settled into
conversations about how to run the ranch and the upkeep required.  Paul was
fascinated and asked detailed questions which Bob answered in responsive
detail.  Bob cleared an area for the sleeping bags and unrolled them side by
side.  He was on his hands and knees zipping the sleeping bags together when
Paul walked over and sat down next to him and started to massage is butt
through his jeans.  Bob finished and turned his attentions to the dark
haired man and maneuvered him down onto his back and proceeded to kiss him
softly on the lips.  Within a few minutes both men stripped down and where
softly exploring each others aroused bodies illuminated by the soft light of
the camp fire.

Paul stood up and in one quick move planted his face in Bob's ass probing
first with his tongue then with a spit lubed finger working the to the
second digit of his index finger.  Paul continued to work the hole in front
of him until it accepted a second finger causing the prone man to let out a
low moan of pleasure.  Bob was preoccupied being fingered Paul applied spit
to the palm of his other hand and proceeded to lube his throbbing dick.
Paul was going to fuck Bob good and hard and imagined it was his dick
sliding in and out of the puckered hole in front of him.

Paul grabbed the base of his dick with once hand and replaced the fingers in
Bob's ass with the head of his dick.  Bob realizing the change started to
protest as Paul leaned forward pushing past the tight ring and stopped.

"Damn that hurts" was all Bob said as he reached behind him to halt the
advancement of the pole invading his ass.  Paul stopped and forced his cock
to throb twice each time causing moans from the man in front of him.  Paul
started to pull back and relubed his shaft then using both hands to spread
the Bob's ass he leaned forward pushing in deeper than before.  Bob moaned
again as he started to become accustomed to the pain and slowly rested his
face on the sleeping bag then reached back with both hands and pulled his
cheeks apart inviting Paul to continue.

Paul started slowly, moving in and pulling back until only his cock head
remained inside, fucking Bob slowly.  He increased the speed slightly
causing Bob to spread his legs wider and shift his weight until his chest
and shoulders were flat on the sleeping bag.  The older man reached back and
grabbed his bouncing dick and started to jack himself keeping tempo with the
thrusting dick invading his ass.  Paul increased his thrusts as he felt his
nuts slam into the back of Bob's causing the moans to change to grunts with
each deep lunge.  Paul was now pounding Bob's ass hard and working up a
sweat which ran down his face and stung his eyes.  Bob's ass clamped onto
Paul's dick as he started to cum shooting a thick load into his fist and
released a loud sustained moan greater than any before, before collapsing
onto the sleeping bag.

Paul was not finished fucking the man laying before him.  Bob didn't resist
as Paul slowly rolled him over and guided onto his back then proceeded to
spread his legs providing easy access to his butt.  Paul relubed his dick
and placed the head at Bob's now loosened hole and pressed forward once
again impaling his dick deep into the man below him.  Paul started to
rhythmically slide in and out as Bob transferred the fist full of cum to his
dick to lube the thick shaft as he slowly started to move his hand up and
down.  Paul pushed all the way in and held that position then arched his
back bending down to take Bob's spunk covered dick into his mouth to savor
the essence of the man he was fucking.  Bob had never been fucked and sucked
before and closed his legs to trap Paul in that position for as long as he
could.  The movement encouraged the younger man to strain to get as much of
the cock into his mouth as possible before resuming his invasion and slow
conquest of Bob's ass.

Paul kept a steady pace pulling his dick almost completely out until just
the head remained inside then slowly pushed back in until his pubes were
pressed hard against the warm moist ass.  Bob placed his hands behind his
knees and pulled his legs to his chest to give the younger man full
unrestricted access as he concentrated on tightening his hole to coincide
with each withdrawal.

Paul had never been so pleased in his life and didn't want the sensation to
end.  He stared down at the man he was pleasuring noticing the muscular
definition of this body, riveting eyes and his rugged good looks softly
illuminated by the glow from the camp fire.  He listened to intently to the
moans escaping the ranchers lips adjusting this rhythm and direction of this
hips to coincide with the facial expressions and moans.  The nocturnal
sounds of the wild country created an orchestra which was occasionally
interrupted by the popping of the camp fire and the slow steady moans of
passionate man sex.

Bob could feel the long deep strokes in his ass an the intense pleasure
Bob's bulbous dick head caused as it slid across his sensitive prostate,
then realized after looking up at the man that he was no longer just being
fucked... the younger city man was making love to him, and enjoying it
thoroughly.  Bob felt the rigidness of the dick inside him as it and the man
on top of him responded to his every move and sound he made.  The soft
smooth interior of his ass was being stroked by the slow repeated motions as
a man's cock reached and probed his insides.  Bob half smiled, closed his
eyes and concentrated on using this ass muscles to their fullest potential
to stimulate and encourage the lust both men now shared.

Bob woke to the sounds of birds chirping in the nearby trees and was
immediately lost in a mild state of panic as he tried to decipher what time
it was.  He could not remember ever sleeping this late as the sun's rays
brightly illuminated the far cliff to the west of their camp.  He sat up and
inhaled the intense wonderful aroma of freshly brewed coffee noticing the
blazing fire which had judging by the ashen covered logs had been prepared
some time ago.  He shifted his gaze and saw both horses and realized
although he was alone in camp the other man had took off on foot.  Bob
exited the sleeping bag and quickly pulled on jeans then carefully walked to
the edge of camp to relieve himself beside a full grown maple tree.

Paul strode into camp an hour or so later and noticed Bob had already packed
the camp and was sitting patiently by the fire stoking the glowing embers
and sipping coffee apparently waiting his return.  Bob indicated they would
be headed to the last remaining area of fence that had not previously been
checked then would head back to the ranch house.  As Paul mounted his horse
he realized his vacation was coming to an end and he would soon be back at
the rock house packing his belongings in preparation to the long drive back
to the city.

The ride back was uneventful and seemed shorter than he expected.  Upon
reaching the stables Bob noticed that When Paul dismounted and proceeded to
remove the saddle from the horse, his actions were fluid and purposeful,
almost second nature as if somehow he was not some greenhorn fresh from the
city.  Paul unpacked the horses and stowed the saddles in the barn then lead
the horses to the open pasture where he unbridled them to roam free giving
each a swift pat on the hindquarters as an unspoken sign of farwell.

The remainder of the day was spent unpacking, cleaning and storing the
camping gear used during their trip.  Paul was busy separating cloths in
preparation of laundering their soiled clothing when Bob presented him with
a sealed envelope and explained it contained payment for his services and
reimbursement of his vacation since Paul had spent the majority of the time
actually working. Paul accepted the envelope and after the first load of
laundry was started he placed it on his backpack next the the bag in the
guest room.

As day once again yielded it's grasp to the oncoming night both men sat at
the oversized bench style kitchen table fatigued from their long ride,
unshaven and still covered with grit from the days activities.  Paul smiled
as Bob sat across from him placing a bottle of whisky on the table then
proceeded to shuffle a very old set of playing cards.  An hour or so later
as the effects of the whisky had started to show Bob intently staring at
Paul's face for an indication of what he held in his hands.

"I see your ten and raise you this..." as he tossed Paul's truck keys onto
the pile of coins and bills strewn at the center of the table.

Paul didn't realize Bob still had his keys from their first session of poker
more than a week ago.  Paul stood up and went into the guest room then as he
sat down placed the unopened envelope on the growing pile.

"I call"

"Looks like I won again"


"Looks like you have to stay here" Bob shouted as he slammed yet another
full house down on the table with one hand and pulled the winnings close to
his tee covered chest.

"Glad you won.  I'm still sore from..."

Bob cut him off in mid sentence, "I'm the one who is sore, and I don't mean
from riding the mare"

Both men paused and laughed for a moment as Bob still holding on to the
winnings started to speak.

"I could sure use help with the ranch, if you're interested?"

"You offering me a job?"

"No", "I want you to live here"

Paul looked up into the slate gray eyes and at the stunning white teeth that
seemed so familiar to him.  Paul downed the shot of whisky before him and
poured another glass then pushed it in front of Bob.  He didn't say yes,
instead he got up and walked to Bob's bedroom and proceeded to undress
stripping off the dirty cloths from their trip.

Bob downed the whisky then got up and hung the pickup keys next to his on
the side of the kitchen cabinet.  He heard the shower adjacent to his
bedroom activate as he placed Paul's backpack and bag in the bottom of his
bedroom closet.  Bob sat on the on the corner of the bear skin covered bed
and proceeded to remove his boots and jeans.  White teeth once again flashed
as he heard Paul shout from the shower.

"Come on man, you're holding me up"

Bob tugged on his low hanging nuts as he stepped out of his underwear and
headed to the shower to give the younger, ex-city man another lesson in slow
country ways.

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