Date: Sun, 12 Apr 1998 12:53:06 +0100
From: Da Copper <Bear-Cop@justdoit.ndirect.co.uk>
Reply-To: Bear-Cop@justdoit.ndirect.co.uk
Organization: http://www.justdoit.ndirect.co.uk
Subject: The Logger: M/M Bears

The Logger

On my way home to Oregon from my college in Southern California,
I decided to take my time and drive up U.S. 101 instead of I-5,
which was fast but boring.  101 ran by the coast through the
redwoods.  A beautiful drive, and a chance to view some hunky
loggers going about their business.

I had pulled off the highway into one of those small towns that
is hardly more than a wide spot by the road.  It was a warm day,
so I pulled up to a small fast-food joint, and ordered a Coke. 
As I sat at a weatherbeaten table enjoying the warm weather and
sipping my drink, they drove up.

They were obviously loggers, from the beat-up old Ford pickup,
the saws and other logging paraphernalia in the truck and their
shaggy mountain-man appearance.  Both were shirtless, wearing
only old, greasy 501's which bulged at the crotch.  Both were
about my height, 6'3", but they were layered with heavy work
muscles -- not gymnasium muscles, but the muscles built by years
of hard work.  The driver's hair was light brown, with reddish
highlights that were most apparent in his long, thick beard.  A
real mountain-man's beard it was, long, lush and proudly
untrimmed, it covered his face in a wild thatch of heavy
masculine fur.  His moustache matched the natural ferocity of his
beard, for it easily came down below the edge of his lower lip,
and merged with his beard so as to make him appear mouthless. 
His beard also merged with the heavy mat of hair on his chest,
which flowed uninterrupted into his armpits and down his hunky
torso to his beltline.

His partner was very similar in appearance, with two important
differences.  One was that his hair and beard were jet black,
almost blue-black.  The other was that he was far hairier than
his partner.  His back was almost as hairy as his deeply furred
chest, and the hair flowed down his muscular arms in cascades. 
The joke about a man so hirsute his arm hair partly covered his
watch had its origin in this loggerstud.

As the two of them walked up to the ordering window, an errant
breeze wafted the musky scent of their sweat-bathed bodies to me,
a scent I have always relished and discovered these men had in an
abundance and potency I had only rarely encountered before. 
After receiving their food and drink, they sat down at a table so
that both of them were directly facing me.  They began to
unabashedly check out my body, so I assisted them by removing my
shirt.  Although my pelt paled in comparison to that of the
black-maned hunk across from me, it was still not inconsiderable.
 My own neatly-trimmed beard was still fairly long, if not of the
wild length of those of the men scanning me.  After a few minutes
of this, I noticed my cock getting hard and beginning to creep
down my leg.  It sprang to full attention when I noticed not one
but both of these incredible men kneading their crotches while
staring into my eyes.

They rose as one, and walked past me towards their truck,
displaying the impressively large bulges in their crotches as
they did so.  As the brown haired one passed me, he growled
"Follow us" in a deep voice.  I quickly stood up, disposed of my
trash, and got into my car.  I followed their truck as it pulled
out of the parking lot, wondering what was in store for me.

After about five minutes on a local paved road, I followed them
onto a dirt side road for another fifteen minutes before we
pulled up in front of a rustic cabin.  I got out of my car, and
when I looked at their truck, I noticed that they had left their
clothes in the truck.  I frankly ogled their muscular, hairy
bodies and big uncut cocks.  The black haired one walked over to
me, and without a word, picked me up and carried me into the
cabin.  Once inside, the two of them quickly had me stripped, and
began caressing my body with their rough hands.  Finally, the
brown-haired one said, "Ok boy.  I'm Stud and this fucker is
Bear.  We're into hot, raunchy sex.  If you don't like it
raunchy, you get your ass out now, cuz you won't get another
chance until we're done with you."

By way of reply, I immediately dropped to my knees, spread Bear's
hairy asscheeks, and started drilling his hot, moist, musky hole
with my tongue, shoving as much of my face into his ass as I
could, breathing in his aroma.  Stud pulled me away from Bear,
who immediately responded with an angry "Whatthefuck?"

"I want a piece of this kid too, Bear, and I can't get it in this
position.  Let's get him on the bed, and we can both have our
fun."

"You're right.  Besides, it's hard to keep my balance the way
this little fucker reams his tongue into me!  Let's go!"

With that, the two men picked me up and hauled me into the
bedroom.  The bed had a cover I had seen advertised in magazines
as being water, grease and just about everything-resistant.  I
grabbed Stud and drilled my tongue into his hot mouth, kissing
him deeply while Bear rubbed his sweaty chest up and down my
back.  I left Stud's mouth to start lapping at his funky armpit. 
"How long has it been since you washed this pit out, Stud?"

"At least a week, if not more.  If it's too strong for you, you
don't have to..."

"TOO STRONG??  Are you kidding?  I love hot, sweaty armpits!"

Bear chuckled and said, "Well kid, if you like 'em hot and
smelly, you came to the right place!"  With that, I left Stud's
pit to suck the hot, musky sweat out of Bear's dripping armpit.

"Ohh, yeah... eat that fucker... suck that scuzzy fucker dry... 
Hey, Stud, the way this kid eats pit, I bet he's one hell of a
good ass eater!"

I lifted my head from Bear's reeking armpit; "Just try me,
fucker!"

Bear jumped onto the bed, got on hands and knees, spread his
furry cheeks and groaned, "C'mon, eat my ass!"  No sooner had I
begun (on my hands and knees behind Bear) than I felt Stud lubing
up my asshole.  As Stud slowly slipped his dick into my ass, my
tongue probed deeper into Bear's hairy, raunchy ass.  Stud had
just gotten a good, deep-thrusting rhythm going when Bear pulled
his ass away from my face and turned over.  "Eat my dick, boy."

Bear's dick was a monster, about 9" long and at least 2" in
diameter.  Even fully hard as he was, his heavy foreskin still
covered the head of his dick completely.  I bent closer and could
smell the pungent cheese that had accumulated under the man's
skin.  I carefully slipped my tongue in between the foreskin and
the head of his dick, having never tasted such a raunchy dick
before.  The flavor of his meat was sharp and musky.  Lust
overcame me, and I plunged my tongue into his skin, licking out
all the accumulated cheese from his foreskin.

"Oh.. This kid's a damn good dickeater, Stud.  Knows how to
handle a natural dick.  Yeah, baby, take it all!"

With the constant stimulation of Stud's deep fucking and Bear's
insistent pressure on the back of my head, my throat opened to a
dick for the first time.  Bear groaned deeply as my moustache
stroked down his shaft to tangle in his pubes as his dick slid
into my throat.  His swollen balls were resting against my
bearded chin, and I gently rubbed them against my beard while I
moved in short strokes on his dick.  Stud's pounding suddenly
became faster and more violent; he shouted, "I'm CUMMIN'!!!" and
pulled his dick out of my ass, spraying his cum all up and down
my back, some of it actually hitting Bear in the face.

"I'm right behind ya, Stud!!"  Bear growled, pulling his dick out
of my throat.  A few quick pumps of my hands, and he drenched my
face in his sweet cum.  My beard was thoroughly soaked, and I
quickly leaned back so the excess would drip onto my chest.  Stud
moved out of the way, and Bear pushed me onto my back.

"Hey Bear, look at that dick!  I think the fucker gets off on
getting cum shot all over him!

"I think so too, an' I'm gonna help myself to that dick.  Don't
forget, Stud, I like cum in my beard too!"

"Yeah!"  Stud laughed.  "You've got about eight loads of mine
dried on it now!"

Bear leaned down and started stroking my dripping cock with his
heavy beard.  I groaned heavily as the thick, soft beard molded
around my cock and the hairs teased it to even fuller erectness. 
I suddenly felt the warmth of his mouth at the tip of my cock,
and the bristliness of his moustache as he slipped my dick down
his practiced throat.  He started to slowly stroke up and down
the entire shaft of my dick with his hot, wet mouth.

"Hey Bear, that rim job the kid gave you has your ass nice and
open.  Like a enema while you're suckin' on him??"  Bear grunted
an affirmative.  I expected Stud to get some kind of equipment,
but instead he just greased his cock, parted Bear's hairy
asscheeks, and shoved it up Bear's asshole.

"Beer piss enemas... they're the best, Bear, and I know you like
'em.  I got at least five beers' worth for ya, so I'll be a
while!"

While Stud pissed up Bear's hole, Bear's hot mouth and heavy face
fur were doing wild things to my cock.  "Bear," I moaned, "I'm
gonna cum!"  He slipped my dick out of his throat and started
brushing the underside of the head with his moustache.  That
pushed me over the edge, and I started cumming.  In no way did I
soak his beard like he did mine (it would take a lot more than
one man to soak Bear's beard), I certainly shot enough cum on it
to make it glisten after he massaged it in.

"All done, Bear.  You're full."

"Slide me a buttplug, will you Stud??  I don't wanna dump it
yet."

"Sure thing.  Hey Bear, how about you giving the kid a taste of
piss??"

"Good idea.  Think I'll wash some of my cum off his face."

With that, Bear moved up and straddled my chest, pinning my arms
by my sides.  I was staring up into that big uncut dick when Bear
warned me to close my eyes, as it would sting if it got in them. 
I closed my eyes and felt the hot piss begin to flow.  First on
my chest, then moving up my neck, and then all over my face.  The
smell was hot, musky and totally masculine.  Almost by reflex, my
mouth opened to take Bear's piss.

"Hey Stud!  Look!  He wants to drink it!!"

"Shit, Bear, if he wants it, give it to him!"

Bear leaned forward and placed the head of his pissing dick on my
lips.  I closed my mouth over the head of his dick and started
sucking down his piss as fast as I could swallow.  Due to Bear's
weight, the waterbed formed a pool near my head, so I was adrift
in a pool of Bear's piss and cum while I was drinking even more
of his hot piss right from the tap.

"Ohhh yeah... Drink it all, baby... Goddam, Stud, we haven't had
a raunch-loving pig like this kid in a long time!"

"Too long, Bear.  Kid, you are one hot fucker... just nod or
grunt to answer me, now; do you need to piss?"

I quickly nodded yes, and so I was soon treated to the sensation
of Stud's beard between my legs as I drenched his face in my piss
and then his mouth on me as he took it from my cock, the way I
was doing with Bear.  Eventually, we both finished, and the three
of us cuddled together in the pool of piss and cum, and drifted
off to sleep.  I noticed with some amusement that at one point
during the night, Bear had to make a run to the bathroom to deal
with his forgotten piss enema.

The next morning started on an auspicious note, as the three of
us daisy-chained to drink each other's morning piss.  I got
Bear's, Bear got Stud's, and Stud got mine.  After breakfast, the
three of us went back to the bedroom and sprawled all over each
other.

"I know you were into what we did last night," Bear said, "but
what else are you into??"

"Well, I like to cuddle and play, especially with hairy guys like
you two, I like some light bondage -- you know, being chained to
a bed or something similar.  I love men in leather, I love to
fuck and suck, and I don't mind a little raunch" I said,
grinning.  "What are you guys into?"

"Wait here a sec, and I'll show you" said Bear, hustling out of
the room.  Stud and I lay there and chatted for a few minutes. 
Bear suddenly strutted into the room, and stood in front of me
with his legs spread.  He was dressed in leather and denim from
"cap to boots" and I immediately grew a full hard on.  His boots
were tall, CHP-style motorcycle boots.  He wore heavy,
custom-made black leather chaps over an ancient, cumstained pair
of 501's, in which the ass seam had split, showing his hairy
asscrack.  Most of the buttonholes in the fly had ripped out,
making his basket bulge out and show tantalizing glimpses of the
skin beneath.  The pants were belted with a wide black leather
belt, which had a pair of handcuffs for a buckle.  His heavily
furred, muscular torso was set off by a heavy, chrome-studded
body harness that emphasized his muscles and large, erect
nipples.  He wore studded leather wristbands, and a studded
armband just above his left bicep.  His leather baseball cap was
pulled down over his eyes, so that virtually all I could see of
his face was his nose and his massive beard and moustache.  I saw
that Bear was now wearing a gold ring in his nose.  The ring
looked very sexy, glinting as it lay on his heavy moustache.  I
suddenly noticed that Stud had left the room, because Bear
shifted to one side to let him back in.

Stud was also in full leather, but his outfit was quite
different.  Stud was wearing heavy engineer boots, the dull
scunginess of which contrasted with the spit-polish shine of
Bear's CHP boots.  He wore leather pants with a bulging snap-away
codpiece, and a spiked leather belt.  The leather vest he wore
was sprinkled with various ominous looking pins, and his leather
motorcycle cap had a large silver eagle at the peak. Stud wore
the same kind of heavy wristbands and armband on his bicep.

"You said you like leather, boy, but I don't see you doing
anything to prove it!" Bear growled.  I fell to the floor and
started scrubbing my tongue over Stud's grungy boots.

"Look at that bootslave lickin' my boots.  You'd almost think he
didn't know how long all that piss-soaked slime has been rotting
on there for him!"

"Yeah!  When he's done with your boots, I've got something else
for him to clean.  Just took a shit and found out we're out of
toilet paper."  The thought of being ordered to tongue Bear's
dirty shithole really got my tongue moving over the filthy
bootleather, and I was done -- even with the soles -- in no time.

"Ok, boy, you know what's next.  Get to work."  Bear hunkered
down over me and squatted.  The ripped seam in his 501's parted
like a curtain, baring his crack to my tongue.  I grabbed Bear's
leather-clad thighs to pull my face deeper into him so my tongue
could clean out more of his hot, musky ass.

"Goddam, what a good shiteater -- that's enough, boy.  I want to
drop this load in your ass, not waste it all over your belly. 
Get on that bed, and pull your legs all the way back."  While I
had been eating Bear's hairy, smelly ass, Stud had replaced the
protective cover on the bed.

Bear knelt over me, and flexed his cock hard, causing it to pop
open the one button that fastened the fly; his dick whipped out
and hit me in the face.  "Get it good and wet, that's all the
lube you're getting."  With that thought screeching in my head, I
got to work quickly indeed, drooling all over Bear's dick,
getting it good and wet.  While I worked on Bear's dick, I felt
Stud's beard, moustache and tongue caressing my hole, urging it
open to take Bear's cock.  Bear pulled out of my face, Stud
stopped licking my ass, and suddenly I felt like I had sat on a
fireplug bareassed.  Taking a cock like Bear's with lube was one
thing, with only spit it was something else entirely.  After a
moment, I heard Bear grunt, and I realized that Stud had greased
up and was fucking Bear while Bear was fucking me.

Bear had his hairy face planted in my sweaty armpit while he
fucked me.  Between the uncut dick piledriving into my ass and
the hairy face tormenting my armpits and nipples, I quickly shot
all over my chest.  Bear's tongue left my armpit and drilled into
my mouth.  At the same time, he grabbed my waist, shoved deeper
into me than before, and pumped his load into my ass.  He then
roughly pulled out and collapsed on top of me to let Stud finish
his fuck.  It wasn't very long before Stud pulled out of Bear's
ass and added yet another stain to the ass of Bear's 501's.

I was picked up and carried through a doorway I had assumed led
into a closet.  It turned out to be a small but respectably
equipped blackroom, and I was quickly installed in the room's
centerpiece, a big black leather and chrome chain sling.  My
wrists and ankles were secured to the chains that supported the
sling, and Bear turned on a space heater to help keep me warm.

Bear then unsnapped the wristband from his right wrist, and
started to liberally grease his arm.  I started to protest, but
Stud plugged an inhaler into my nose, and I relaxed, realizing
why amyl was used.  Bear started slowly, beginning with one
finger and slowly working his way into my butt, until he finally
slipped his hand into me to the wrist.  At this point, Stud stood
on some blocks which allowed him to straddle me and began to fuck
my face gently.  Between the warm contentment radiating from my
asshole and the effects of the amyl, Stud's cock easily slipped
down my throat.  Every so often, Stud would press my other
nostril closed, to make sure I got a blast of pure amyl.  I could
feel Bear's fist and arm working their way ever so slowly deeper
into my ass.  Stud pulled out of my mouth suddenly and came into
his hand.  He then smeared his load on my face, and massaged it
into my beard.

"Get out of the way, Stud, and let him see.  Look, kid, you've
got my arm all the way up to the elbow.  When was the last time
you got a fist?"

"This is the first time, Bear.  Thank you, it feels so good...." 
I realized I sounded dreamy, but I was so relaxed and contented
to have Bear's hand in me, I didn't care.  After a while, Bear
started to slowly work his way out.  When he finally pulled his
hand out, he bent and kissed my hole, then started jacking off. 
Stud whispered to me that Bear's dick had been rock-hard and
dripping the whole time his hand was in me, so I wasn't surprised
when after only a few strokes Bear blasted off a load that landed
right on my face.  Stud reached over and massaged the load into
my beard, like he had done with his own.

"Now for my specialty.  Bear, get my stuff while I blindfold
him."  Stud tied a leather blindfold with soft eyepads onto me,
making sure I couldn't see.  He removed the amyl inhaler, but
told me that it would be handy, and to just ask if I thought I
needed it.  I heard Bear return and set something down nearby.  A
moment passed, and then I felt something barely touch my nipple,
then trail off to one side and down my body.  I writhed in the
sling, straining against my bonds trying to get away from that
teasing touch dancing across my skin as I laughed myself into
exhaustion.

They left the room and I drifted off into a light sleep, only to
be awakened by a burning sensation on my left nipple.  The
burning hit in spots, trailing across my chest to the other
nipple, then down my body to circle my navel, then back up to my
left nipple again.  I suddenly realized what it was -- hot wax. 
I squirmed as drop after drop of the wax splashed onto my skin,
half trying to get away, half trying to guide the drops to
sensitive places that had not yet been touched.  Finally the
trail began to inexorably work its way to my crotch.

"No, please, no!" I shouted.  For my trouble, I got the amyl
inhaler back, my nose pinched shut and my mouth held closed to
insure a deep blast of the amyl.  The hand was taken away from my
face, and Bear slid his tongue into my mouth as I began to enjoy
the spots of tingling, burning sensation developing on my cock
and balls.  I became hard again, and after a particularly
well-placed drop of wax on the head of my dick, I shot a load
onto my wax-encrusted belly.  The dripping wax stopped, and was
replaced by the caresses of Stud's tongue, beard and moustache on
me as he lapped up my cum.

They left me again, and I fell into a deep sleep.  When I awoke,
the blindfold had been removed, their leather was gone, I was no
longer shackled to the sling, and the two of them were carefully
picking the spots of wax off my body.  "We don't want to take the
hair off with the wax!!" Bear exclaimed.

"Wow... I wanna thank you guys for this.  It's one of the hottest
times I've ever had, and you are two of the hottest men I've ever
met."

Both grinned and Bear said "Thanks.  And by way of honesty, you
are THE hottest thing that's hit our bedroom in a long time.  We
get a lot of other loggers and truckers and so on, but all they
want is some sucking and maybe some fucking, but it's been
forever since we've had a good raunchy pig-out and leather
workout.  We're the ones that should thank you."  With that, he
leaned down and deep kissed me.

"Damn.  I hate to say this, but I've gotta get on my way home. 
My folks will freak out if I don't show up soon."  They finished
removing the wax, then gave me a shower with Bear washing my back
(using his chest hair rather than a washcloth) and Stud my front.
 After dressing me, Bear handed me an envelope.

"What's this??" I asked.

"Open it and look." was Stud's only response.

I opened the envelope to find a number of 5x7 color pictures of
Bear and Stud both naked and in leather, alone and in a variety
of poses together.

"Our address and phone number are in there too.  If you are ever
coming through the area again, we want to see you!"

"Damn right!  You can bet you'll see me again!!"