Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2008 20:33:41 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip, part 2

This story contains graphic descriptions of consensual adult male to male
sex.  If you are offended by the nature of this content, or it is illegal
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			     Road Trip, part 2


	After our morning frolic in the surf, and Jim's cumming out party
with me in the tent, we ambled down the road in the sun, the top down in
the convertible.  The day was warm, and a gentle breeze was blowing off the
nearby mountains.  The road curved, and, at nearly every turn, there was a
new ocean vista for us to admire.
	We kept going for several hours, and stopped in a little town on
the side of a mountain, and lunched at a caf‚ overlooking the ocean.  We
ate outside, with Jim setting his binoculars on a variety of birds on the
beach, and in the nearby trees.
	During lunch, Jim became quiet, and I could tell he was mulling
over a serious topic in his mind.  I ordered his favorite dessert for him,
but he still was silent.
	Finally, he looked at me, and said, "Dave, about this morning.  I,
... I want to know.... Was that a good experience for you?  Or, were you
just doing all that you did with me to give me a good time?"
	"Oh, Jim, that was a lot of fun for me.  While I didn't cum, I had
a lot of fun exploring your sexy, handsome body, and in giving you
pleasure.  Believe me, I was totally into it," I replied.
	Jim was silent for a minute.  Then, he said, "Wow, I've never had
any one in my lovers give so much pleasure to me.  And, I never imagined
that sex with a man could be so...so amazing."
	"Well, we men know our bodies pretty well, and we know what pleases
a man," I replied.  "I've got a cock and balls, too, and stiff nipples on a
hairy chest, and all the other equipment you have.  And, I know what
pleases me.  And, I am assuming what pleases me probably pleases you."
	We talked a bit more about sensitive spots and what felt good to
Jim that morning, when we made love.  Then, Jim asked me what I had planned
for us the next time we made love.
	"Oh, I'd like to have you explore me a bit, my friend.  But, there
is so much more for you to learn and experience.  It's all sort of like our
travel plans.  I don't have a detailed schedule of what body parts of yours
I'm going to stimulate to take you to an orgasm.  I'll just play it by
touch, and see what you like at the time.  That's called spontaneity, and
that's a big part of being a good lover," I said.
	We drove another hour down the coast, and saw a sign for a small
winery up ahead.  Jim had had the winery on his list of things to see on
this part of the drive, and we pulled in to a beautiful rustic lodge,
shaded by huge redwood trees.  We were the only car in the lot, but the
place looked inviting.
	Inside, there was a large wooden bar and one wall filled with oak
wine casks.  A deck outside had some tables and chairs, and big umbrellas.
The owner came out of the back room and introduced himself as Ken, and
began to pour us some samples of their wines.  Ken was a burly man, wearing
a tank top and shorts, and he had a large, bushy mustache and goatee.
	We tasted about four wines, and both agreed that the Syrah was the
one to our liking.  Ken was pleased with our decision, and said that the
Syrah was his favorite, too.  We got to talking and Ken asked us what
brought us there, and we told him about our three week wanderlust across
the country.
	"Where are you staying tonight?" he asked.  Jim told him we had no
real plans, but would probably camp somewhere along the beach.
	"Well, you fellas seem like nice guys.  I happen to have a cabin up
on the ridge.  Hardly anyone uses it, but it has a hot tub on a deck
overlooking the ocean, and it's a great place to watch the sunset and drink
a bottle of wine.  I don't mind if you want to stay there tonight.  In
fact, it's a done deal.  You're my guests for the night.  I insist."
	I mentioned that we didn't bring much food with us, and were
planning to go out for dinner.
	"Well, there's no good place for miles around here, and once you
get to the cabin, you won't want to go anywhere.  Trust me on that.  So,
I've got a couple of steaks in the freezer, and some extra lettuce, and
even some ice cream.  I'll throw that into the deal, and you can dine on
the deck at the cabin."
	Ken wouldn't take no for an answer, and we tried to reciprocate his
hospitality by buying several bottles of the Syrah, and also a bottle of
sparkling wine Ken was selling for a neighboring winery.  Ken sacked up the
wine and the food, and handed us the key.
	We drove up a decent graveled road for several miles, winding our
way to the top of the ridge.  We followed Ken's directions through a couple
of forks in the road, and ended up at the back of a small log cabin with a
deck overlooking the ocean.  We grabbed our sacks of wine and food that Ken
had packed, and our gear, and went inside.
	The cabin had a cozy living room with a fireplace, and there was a
large oil painting of a California grizzly bear over the mantle.  There was
also a kitchen with a gas range, and a large bedroom, with French doors
opening onto a deck.  Outside, there was a table and several chairs, and a
hot tub.  Ken had told us to flip a switch in the bedroom, and the tub
would be fully heated in about two hours.  Jim grabbed a couple of glasses
and the sparkling wine, and we walked out onto the deck.  We looked down
over the ridge top, to a series of forested hills, and the beach and ocean
below.  It was a magnificent view, with no other sign of mankind, and the
afternoon sun was warm.
	A slight breeze ruffled the umbrella over the table, as Jim glassed
the hills and beach for birds.
	"Seems this is a clothing optional resort, partner," I said, as I
tossed off my T shirt and shucked my shoes and pants, and threw them into
the bedroom.  The breeze felt good on my well-traveled butt and cooled the
sweat around my balls and cock, and in my armpits.
	Jim was still looking for birds, so I walked up behind him and
began to lift his T shirt off of his damp back.  He put the binoculars down
on the table and lifted his arms, and I pulled his shirt over his hairy
pits and his bristly face.  Then, I reached around his waist, and undid his
belt buckle, unzipped his pants and pulled his pants and shorts down around
his ankles.  In a minute, I had his shoes and socks off, too, and I stood
back to admire his strong, naked body.  I reached out to caress his nipples
and brush his thick chest hair with my palm, and gave him a light kiss on
his stubbled mouth, rubbing my tongue into his wet mouth.
	"Ah, this is an hors d'oeuvre I will want to savor," I said.  "But,
first, a bit of champagne to celebrate this evening in this wondrous part
of paradise."
	I popped open the sparkling wine, the bottle beaded with moisture
on its cold surface, and poured our two glasses of bubbly.
	"To my lover," I said, and we clinked our glasses, sipped the
delicious cold wine, and turned to gaze out over the ocean.
	Jim put his arm around my shoulder, as we stood next to each other,
hips and arms touching, watching the sun slowly move towards the horizon.
I felt his strong shoulders and biceps, his skin warm and moist.  Then, I
ran my hand down his back, feeling the light fur along his shoulder blades,
and then to the small of his back, feeling the strong muscles of his back.
I ended up clasping his butt cheek, feeling his strength and power, soft
curly hair covering his skin.
	Jim refilled our glasses, and asked, "What do you plan to do to me,
tonight, Dave?"
	"Jim, you've got it all wrong.  It's not my choice, not my whims
that are important here.  When lovers make real love, there is a mutuality.
There is a coming together, a partnership.  It's where each partner is free
to express what they want, what they need.  The other person's role is to
honor and celebrate their partner, to enhance their partner's pleasure, to
fulfill their needs, their fantasies."
	Jim looked away, and a tear rolled down his cheek into the stubbly
beginnings of his beard.
	"I never have had anyone say anything like that to me before.  The
women I've slept with just demanded that I do things to them, and when they
climaxed, they were done with me.  I've never had anyone say that what I
wanted was important, that having me be fulfilled was necessary," Jim said
quietly.
	"That is in the past, Jim.  You and I, we have a different, a more
respectful relationship.  At least, that's what I want, and, I think you
do, too," I replied.
	Jim nodded, and we silently finished our second glass of champagne,
as the sun fell close to the horizon.
	"So, Jim, any requests tonight?" I asked.
	"I want, .... Oh, this is hard... I've never even said these words
before...Dave, I want you inside of me.  I want to feel...what that is
like.  I want to feel a man on top of me, making love to me, and cumming
inside of me," Jim whispered, another tear rolling into his scratchy jaw.
	I kissed him softly on the lips, and filled his glass with the rest
of the bottle.
	We stood there for a few more minutes, and I picked up my camera to
capture the spectacular display of sky colors, and wispy clouds, and dark
blue water, as the sun slowly fell into the ocean.
	As the twilight began to turn to dusk, I turned to Jim and said, "I
want to make love to you now, Jim."  He took my arm and we walked into the
bedroom, where he began to kiss my lips and run his hands over my beard and
chest, and then down my belly to my stiffening manhood.  Soon, his lips
followed his hands, as he suckled my stiffening nipples, and the hairs on
my chest and in my armpits, and down to my balls.
	Jim was a quick study from the morning lessons, and I soon had to
stop him from sucking any more on my hard cock.
	"Keep that up, and you'll have to wait to feel me cum in your ass,
buddy.  Let's take it slower, and I'll show you a grand old time," I said.
	We rolled back onto the bed, and I gave Jim's body the same
careful, wet attention he had just given mine.  Then, I moved under his
balls, and began to massage his hole, gradually opening him up with a wet
finger, and then two.  Soon, he was loose and open to my explorations.
	Jim tore open a condom, and rolled it onto my horny sword, and the
latex grasped me firmly, heightening the feeling of contentment and
urgency.
	I pushed one thigh back onto his chest, and moved up to bring my
cockhead to his hole, my bush of hair above my cock brushing his ballsac
and pushing onto his hole.  My cockhead barely touched him, and then, with
a nod, I moved further inside of him, Jim voicing words of encouragement.
	With one hand on his thigh, my other hand moved to his stiff cock,
and I began to pump him slowly.  Soon, my own cock's thrusts were on the
same rhythm.  We danced slowly, then increased the pace, as each of us
began to sweat in anticipation of our climax, our breaths changing,
deepening, and growing erratic, as we both climbed the mountain to reach
the top.
	Jim's chute grasped me firmly, as I pounded into his willing,
accepting flesh, as I felt my balls bounce on his butt cheeks, and my
cockroot fondle his jewels with each forward swing of my hips.  I suddenly
shot a bolt of lightning through my brain and up my cock, followed by other
spasms of ecstasy, as I filled the condom's tip with my cum.  Jim began to
cum, too, and soon, large spurts of his pearly fluid spurted onto his belly
and chest.
	I rolled off to the side, in Jim's arms, as our breath returned to
normal and Jim rubbed his cum into his belly and chest hair, and licked a
drop into his mouth.
	"That was incredible, Dave.  I've never felt so loved, so
fulfilled," Jim whispered.  I could smell his orgiastic sweat, and feel the
sexual heat from his pits and chest.  The scent of his fresh cum on his
belly filled the room.
	We both fell into a light doze, the French call it the Little
Death, and I awakened to feel Jim get out of the bed.
	"I'm going to start the steaks, and open one of those bottles of
Syrah," Jim said.  "All this raw meat around here makes me hungry for some
barbeque!"

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