Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2008 19:07:51 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: The Road Trip, Part 8

This story contains graphic descriptions of gay adult consensual male to
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			   The Road Trip, Part 8

	I awoke to the feel of Jim's mouth enveloping my hard cock, his
moustache and beard rubbing against my cock hair and balls, on the down
stroke of his tasting of my cock, his tongue hard against my shaft, and the
underside of my cockhead.  As I looked down my hairy chest and belly, I
could see his head bobbing up and down over my crotch, his muscled
shoulders and back muscles rippling with his rhythm, the mounds of his
meaty buttocks silhouetted against the dawn sky, white furred skin against
a deep blue sky and orange-tinted clouds.
	The early morning light along the creek bank lit the green willows
along the creek that gurgled and flowed nearby, and I heard the songs of
meadowlarks and red wing blackbirds, as Jim eagerly pushed and pulled up
and down on my morning woody.  His warm hand cupped my rising balls, as he
gently fingered my sack, feeling my full nuts, and tugged on the coarse
fibers of the rope he had tied against my balls and cockroot the night
before, just before we fell asleep in each other's muscular arms.
	"I'm liking the way you are taking care of the cattle this morning,
Jim," I sighed, as Jim tugged again on the rope, sending new tingles of
expectation through my groin, sending pulses of heat up through my chest
and into my brain, my skin now on fire with anticipation of what Jim could
do to me.
	My lover then moved up higher on me, rubbing his beard through the
fur on my hard belly and up into my chest, suckling and nipping my stiff
nipples, paying equal attention to each of my red, hot tits.  Jim quickly
straddled my hips, and I could now see his hard, thick cock waving in the
cool morning air, framed against the black curly hairs on his rippled abs
and furry chest.  He moved his hips and hairy groin down, his butt cheeks
rubbing against my wet, hard, wanting cock, and placed my cockhead against
the tightness of the rosebud of his hole.  Then, he eased me slowly into
him, moving an inch at a time, until I was fully engulfed by my bear mate,
until I was balls deep inside of Jim.
	Jim's thighs pressed against my belly and my ribs, his balls
resting on my thick bush, their heat burning against my fur, each time he
moved up and down on my cock, firmly gripped by Jim's eager body.  With
each thrust up and down, I felt my cockhead rub against Jim's full, hard
prostate, sending new pulses of desire through my cock and down into my
balls, bringing me closer to the end of my morning love journey.
	I looked into Jim's face, his beard and moustache glimmering in the
early morning light, his eyes closed in pleasure, as he climbed higher on
his mountain of lust, his movements quickening with each thrust of his
hips.  With my finger, I ran along his lips, feeling his new moustache
against my skin, rubbing his bearded chin, the whiskers now curling a bit,
and becoming damp with his labored thrusts.
	We had only been lovers these last two weeks, after we had set off
in his brother's Mustang convertible, to travel across the country, so that
we could deliver the precious car to the relocated brother, and have a few
weeks off from our demanding jobs in the city.  We soon seduced each other,
as we explored Jim's new found gay sexuality, and as each of us explored
each other's bodies, and our inner sexual identity and lusts.  Both of us
had grown so much in this journey, and not just in the length and texture
of Jim's new beard.
	My wandering hands played with his chest curls and hard nipples,
and into his wet, furry armpits, his sweat filling my nostrils with his
lusty, steamy wetness.  I moved down to his balls, now tight against his
cock, and then I gripped his throbbing cock with both of my meaty hands,
surrounding his hardness, as I began to pump his manhood hard, in time with
his thrusts, our flesh now fully gripping our cocks, as we climbed again to
the top of the mountain, two horny, hairy men fully connected, as the sun
began to fill the campsite with the first rays of its warmth, striking our
rocking naked bodies, sweaty now with our thrustings, our need to release
our cum, to greet the day with our gifts of love.
	As we moved higher to our climax, Jim reached under him, and untied
the calf hobbling rope that had gripped my balls and cock throughout the
night, now releasing me so that I could join him in his climax, my cum now
freed to rise from my full, horny balls, ready to shoot out of my needy
cock.
	Spurting inside of Jim, I shot again and again inside of him,
feeling the explosion of his prostate and his balls, as he exploded onto my
belly and chest, shooting long ropes of pearly white jism onto my sweaty
chest, streaking my moustache and beard with one final shot of his seed.  I
finally opened my eyes, to see Jim above me, gasping for air, and grinning
from ear to ear, as I felt his cock slowly shrink in my fist, its thick,
manly weight still heavy in my hot hands.
	We rolled over until my head was cradled by Jim's strong chest, and
muscular arms, as we regained our breath, and listened to the murmurs of
the creek, and the early morning bird calls, the sunlight now strong
against our naked skin.
	"Morning, lover," Jim whispered.  "It promises to be another
spectacular day for us bears."
	I reached over to pick up the now discarded rope, now damp with my
sweat, and tied it around Jim's large balls and now sated cock, using one
of the knots that his Uncle Jake had taught me in one of our nights of
lovemaking by the fire, back on the Colorado ranch.
	"A little reminder of what needs to be done tonight," I laughed, as
I tucked the end of the rope against Jim's thick hair surrounding his
bull-sized balls.
	Jim fired up the water for coffee, and we breakfasted by the creek
side, Jim glassing the nearby prairie with his binoculars for the morning
birds we had heard when we were rocking together, climbing our mountain.  I
took my camera out for a walk, finding some wonderful shots of this wild,
free area, kissed by the summer sun.
	We drove east across the prairies, camping that night by a larger
stream, under a sandstone pillar, where early pioneers had camped, as they
struggled to cross the country, on their way west to a new life.  As we
enjoyed our whiskey around the campfire, Jim played his guitar, and we sang
cowboy songs, remembering those hardy pioneers and cowboys who camped here
before us, singing the night away.
	Jim's rich baritone voice echoed off of the nearby rocks, his
guitar framed by his hard, muscular furry chest and thick arms, as he
strummed and sang the lonely, sad songs of cowboys, songs of hard work, and
lost loves, and unrealized dreams.
	As the fire burned down to coals, we began to yawn.  It was time
for bed.  Jim stripped off his jeans and boxers, freeing his large cock and
heavy cockhead.  As we hugged each other before we crawled into our
sleeping bag, and kissed me hard, our chests tight against each other,
Jim's hardening nipples poked against my curly haired chest.  I could feel
his cock rise against my belly, the ball cinch rope I had tied onto Jim
that morning scratchy against me.  I pulled another short rope out of my
jeans pocket, and quickly turned Jim around, pulling his wrists together,
and tied his meaty hands together, thrusting his bare chest out.  I ran my
hands over his now sweaty chest, pinching his nipples and running my
fingers into his wet armpits, tugging on the thicket of hair.
	"Time for a little bronco riding, cowboy," I whispered, as I took
out my bandana and gagged Jim's open mouth, cutting off his words.  I ran
my hand down his warm belly, fondling his growing cock and his roped balls.
He stood watching me as I slowly undid my jeans and dropped them down over
my feet, kicking them off to the side.  I moved up to Jim's bearded face,
and began to caress his moustache and beard with my fingers.
	Moving Jim over to the soft flannel of our sleeping bags, I dropped
down to my knees, taking his furry balls into my eager mouth, exploring
their fullness with my tongue, rubbing the hairs of his large ball sack
with my moustache and beard.  His cock swelled, his foreskin sliding off
his now glistening, fat cockhead, oozing precum, in anticipation of his
buckaroo cumming.  I opened a condom and rolled it down his fat, strong
manhood with my lips and fingers, surrounding his shaft with the lubed, wet
rubber, leaving room in its tip for Jim's white seed, now gathering in his
balls.
	I rolled onto my back, and raised my thighs over my balls, opening
my hungry hole for Jim's hard cock.  I scooted up to Jim, his ability to
move cut off by the ropes tight against his wrist, his cock still gripped
by the cowboy rope, his bearded mouth blocked by the gag.  I wrapped my
thighs around his waist, and pulled him towards my buttocks, and over my
hairy belly and chest, his cock tip now hard against my hole.  The wetness
from my recent attention to his cockhead on the condom now soaked my
rosebud, letting him slide easily into my hole, now twitching in eagerness
for my own lustful need to feel him inside of me, once again.
	I looked up to Jim's hard pecs, thrust forward from the binding of
his arms and wrists behind him, the outline of his muscles showing his
masculine chest, his nipples hard with lust, his chest hair curled and
sweaty from the tension in his shoulders and chest, and his hunger to cum
inside of me.
	I gripped Jim's strong, immobilized shoulders and, with my open
thighs, guided him inside of me, until his balls bounced against my butt
cheeks, their furred sack rubbing against my fur.  Jim's firm belly now
covered my own hard cock, his furry bush fondling and caressing my balls.
With my heels dug into Jim's butt, I started thrusting him into me, as I
kept my hands firmly gripping Jim's shoulders, so that he wouldn't fall
over, his hands helpless to hold him up, to continue our lovemaking.
	The rough fibers of the cowboy cock ring around Jim's massive,
swollen cock pushed into the tender skin around my hole, each time Jim
thrust into me, sending new waves of sensation up my spine, as I imagined
the tightness of the rope that Jim was feeling, each time he thrust, his
cum rising up against the rope, seeking release.
	As Jim began to thrust his tied-up body into me, I could look into
his eyes, Jim's furry body above me, my hands holding him upright as he
pumped again and again into me.  Jim's gagged face was flush with lust,
eyes sparkled as he moaned, and winked at me.  His furry belly rubbed hard
against my stiff manhood, bringing me closer to my climax, closer to
shooting my seed onto my hairy chest, and Jim's heaving, rippling belly.
	My bearded bear lover pushed again and again in me, guided by my
thighs against the skin of his flanks, my heels dug into the hard
contractions of his butt, as he pumped the full length of his ready cock
into me, his rhythm pulling my cum from my balls, ready to explode.  As we
both neared our release, I pulled the stiff rope from around Jim's cock and
balls, and released the gag in his mouth, as Jim gasped and strong breaths
of air now filled his swelling, heaving chest, close to my face.
	We both exploded at the same time, torrents of cum pulsing, racing
through our balls and into our cocks, sending bolts of white lightning
across my brain, as I felt spurts of my cum soak the hairs on my belly and
chest once again, as Jim filled me with his splashing of ball juice, sweat
pouring off his chest and onto my fur.
	I reached around to release his hands from the confines of the
rope, and Jim embraced me in his strong hands, rubbing my beard with his
now-freed fingers, tweaking my nipples, as we caught our breath.  He
slipped out of me, and as I pulled off his filled condom from his manhood,
releasing the last of his cum to drip onto my hairy belly, and mingle with
my own seed, gluing our furry hides to each other, as the moonlight shined
on Jim's strong, broad back, and my arm, as I pulled him into me, his chest
hot against my now satisfied body.
	He then rolled off of me, and we lay on the sleeping bag, looking
at the stars overhead, seeing an occasional shooting star, and naming the
constellations in the sky.  The moon was about half full now, giving enough
light to the meadow we were camped in and the nearby sandstone pillar, that
we could see the distinct shapes of the grasses and the rocks.  A breeze
picked up, and Jim threw the top of the bag over us, and curled up into my
chest, his warm breath against my shoulder, as we drifted off to sleep, the
coals in the campfire nearly turned to a dull reddish orange, an occasional
whiff of smoke scenting the night air of our bit of paradise.
	The next day, we drove further east, and thunderclouds began to
build in the southern sky, climbing high into the heat of the afternoon,
until they turned gray, then black, building higher, and moving closer to
us.  We stopped to put the top up on the car, and turned on the radio, the
announcer warning the state of possible tornados.  We decided it was a
night for a motel, and we pulled off the highway at the next little town,
looking for refuge from the storm.
	We pulled into a gas station, and filled the tank, the attendant
kindly giving us directions to the only thing resembling a motel in this
dying farm town, a man at the edge of town who occasionally rented out a
studio apartment in his basement.  He gave us directions and we drove up to
the house, as the sky blackened to the south, bolts of lightning and
rumbles of thunder rolling towards us.
	A handsome man with a thick moustache and a goatee answered the
door, and invited us in to check out the apartment.  It suited us well,
especially as the storm moved closer.  The man introduced himself as Derek,
and urged us to park in the garage, noting the tornado warning.  As Jim
parked the car, I took our bags to our room, and settled in.
	Derek had invited us to the living room, to share a drink, and
watch the storm roll in.  We brought a bottle of the fine California Syrah
that Ken, the winemaker, and our lover, had given us, and filled our
glasses with the mellow red wine.  As Derek sipped the wine, I took the
time to enjoy his strong physique, his large biceps, his tapered chest, and
his muscular shoulders, highlighted by his white tank top.  Thick tufts of
his blond armpit hair curled out from under his tanned, well defined arms.
	I glanced over at Jim, who noticed my visual observations of our
host, and gave me a wink, rubbing his tongue over his lips.  I knew then
that neither one of us would mind an evening in bed with Derek.  As we
finished our glasses, Derek refilled them with the last of the bottle, and
he pulled out a bottle of one of his favorite wines.
	"We're not going anywhere this evening, especially with this storm,
so we might as well have enough to drink," Derek said.  As he was bending
over to retrieve the bottle from the wine rack, we appreciated his firm
butt cheeks clad in his well-fitting jeans, and the tight cloth of his
shirt on his muscular back.  My cock stirred, as I began to imagine
stripping him of his clothes, releasing his cock and balls to our intimate
attentions.
	As Derek began asking about our trip and our adventures, we heard a
loud siren start in the town, its pitch changing, insistently waking the
dead and stopping our conversation.
	"Uh oh, that's the tornado alarm.  We need to head to the shelter,"
Derek said, as he picked up another bottle of wine, and, carrying the two
unopened bottles of wine and his glass, led us down the stairs to our
apartment.
	"Sorry to barge in on your room, but this is the safest place in
the house to wait out the storm," Derek said, as he sat down in the middle
of the couch, and began to turn the corkscrew into the neck of the bottle.
	"Hmmm, I wish I was that cork," I said.  "You're a master at
putting that screw into a tight fit."
	Derek blushed, and stammered, "ReaIly, I haven't had a lot of
practice."
       We took our places next to him on the couch, and enjoyed the wine,
as Jim told Derek the clean version of our several days at Uncle Jake's
ranch, courteously omitting our various uses of the calf hobbling ropes and
the Thai love beads, or the trussed up and stripped, bearded present we
left on Jake's bed the morning we left.
       We asked Derek about life in his small town, and asked what people
did for fun and culture.  Derek quieted and mentioned that much of his life
was pretty lonely.  It was hard to find anyone to date.  He asked us
whether either of us were married, and Jim filled him in on his disastrous
dating history, and hinted that he was done, once and for all with women.
Derek seemed interested in this revelation, and I could sense he was also a
gay man, struggling to find a life in this farm town.
       The wind picked up outside, whipping around the walls and roof, as
the afternoon quickly turned to twilight, the entire sky now black,
flashing with sheets of lightning, and dark heavy rain clouds.  The lights
flickered, and Jim lit the several candles that were on the table, as Derek
opened up his second bottle of wine.  The lights flickered again, and went
out, leaving us sitting in the semi-dark of the basement room, lit now only
with a few candles.
	"This may be a long night.  This storm isn't done with us yet,"
Derek said.
	I winked at Jim, and nodded, ready to make my move, my gaydar
sensing that Derek wanted to know a lot more about what Jim and I did for
evening fun.
	"Derek, it's really no surprise.  Jim and I are lovers, and I hope
that doesn't offend you.  But, we have discovered we love each other, and
we are very satisfied with our relationship," I said.  Derek nodded, and
said that he greatly respected my candor and honesty.
	"There's not much of that in this town," he said.  "There's a lot
of gossip, and a lot of back stabbing, especially if people sense that you
don't fit in."
	I put my arm around Derek's shoulder, telling him that I
understood, that I had grown up in a small town, and that I didn't come out
until I was safely living in a city, where other gay people had become
supporters for all ranges of sexual diversity and lifestyles.
	"Derek, we think you are a very attractive man, and,... well, we'd
like you to share our bed with us tonight, if you'd like," Jim said, as he
put his hand on Derek's jean-clad thigh, and looked into Derek's blue eyes.
	"I've never been with two men at once," Derek whispered, swallowing
hard, his face now damp with a bit of sweat, even though the room was cool.
"There was a man in Kansas City, once, but that was just a couple of hours,
and I was pretty drunk."
	"You're not very drunk tonight, Derek, and we might as well put
this power outage to some use, and get to know each other and have a good
time," Jim said, as he moved Derek's hand over to Jim's shirt.  "Strip me,
Derek, nice and slow."
	Soon, Jim's shirt was on the floor, and Derek was exploring Jim's
furry chest and belly, licking his nipples, and rubbing his goatee through
Jim's beard and hairy chest.  I untucked Derek's tank top, pulling the
cloth off of his muscular chest and back, lifting his arms high. As I
pulled the shirt over his head, his hairy, damp armpits scented the air
with his hot, eager, horny smell.
	Jim and I made short work of Derek's jeans and boxers, until his
naked, firm body was sandwiched between our hungry bodies, our hands and
lips moving over Derek's eager, willing body, his cock meat large and
thick, hard against his belly.  His blond haired balls were tucked under
his stiff manhood, swollen with his need to mate with Jim and me, as the
thunder echoed around the house.
	I rubbed my yearning hands over Derek's broad, hard chest, his
blond fur damp against his pecs, his reddish nipples responding to my touch
by hardening to stiff points, as I tugged on the thick hair surrounding his
tits, rubbing my fingers through his soft chest hair and into his wet, hot
thatch of curled armpit hair.
	Derek turned towards me, and began to unbutton my shirt, his
fingers shaking with anticipation, lust, as he opened my shirt wide, gazing
at my furry chest with hot, hungry eyes, and rubbed my nipples with his
trembling fingers, until all three of us were touching our sweaty, furry
chests against each other, lusty sweat filling the air of the room, the
candles flickering, throwing large shadows of horny bears against the
walls.
	We took our time now, urging Derek to unbuckle each of our pants,
and slowly unbutton our jeans, feeling our cocks through our shorts, and
then slowly stripping each of us, one at a time, of the last of our
clothes, letting Derek fully enjoy the sight of two hard cocks, eager for
his love, in his house at the edge of his home town.  At last, Derek's wish
for real man love in his home was his to touch, to grasp in his hands.  As
he pulled my jeans off of my feet, I saw Derek's cock pulse hard, his
foreskin stretched by his purplish cock head, oozing pre-cum onto his
shaft, and down into the nest of his hairy balls.
	We laid Derek down on the bed, as we began to circle his pulsing
cock with our moustached lips and wet tongues, bathing his furry ball sack
with our saliva, until the long blond hairs glimmered in the candlelight,
his sack now firm against his cock, seeking release, trying to spill his
seed onto his strong, lean belly, and the line of fur that led upward to
his rising, wet chest.
	I rolled a condom over Derek's thick, pulsing manhood, leaving
ample room in the tip of the rubber for his expected torrent of sperm, the
heat of his shaft hot to my lips, as we rode his cock towards Derek's
climax.  Jim quickly sheathed his own large, fat cock, and moved between
Derek's meaty thighs, spreading him wide, opening him so that his cheeks
parted, and exposing his pink rosebud of his hole.
	Jim squeezed a large dollop of lube onto his finger and wettened
Derek's hole, then pushed his soaked finger into Derek, preparing Derek's
virgin hole for Jim's entrance, greasing Derek's chute for Jim's union with
Derek, taking his virginity, and leading Derek into a new experience of man
love.
	As Jim pushed his hips further towards Derek's hole, I moved to
Derek's side, and took his nearly pulsing cock deep into my mouth, until my
moustache brushed against the thick hairs of Derek's cock root, the tip of
his cock head hard against the back of my mouth, my tongue firm against his
smooth, encased shaft.  My head was pinned to Derek's cock by the hard,
hairy groin of my lover, Jim, as Jim moved into Derek, sandwiching me
between my two bearded, horny lovers.
	Derek reached down to my waist, and grasped my straining hard cock
with his fist, and began to jack me, matching Jim's beat into Derek's hole,
and my mouth's pumping and bathing of Derek's hot cock, as we marched
higher and higher, each of us grunting and gasping with lust, our urgency
to cum reaching the point of no return.
	I cupped Derek's full balls with my hand, Jim's bush pushing into
the back of my hand, as Jim began thrusting into Derek, and pushing my hand
and Derek's balls closer up to Derek's cock root, closer to my wet, hungry
lips, as I consumed all of this new lover's cock.
	My other hand wandered north onto Derek's now heaving, gasping
chest, toying with his nipples and thick fur, as Derek climbed higher, his
seed now ready to burst from his balls and into his nearly sated cock,
ready to consummate his lust with his new bed mates, his new lovers.  Derek
had thrown his arm over his eyes, and tilted his head back onto the bed,
his goatee pointing upward, in the same direction as his cock, his face now
sweaty, as he gasped again and again, moaning to achieve his release.
	The sound of Jim's pounding against Derek, and the slap of Jim's
bull balls against Derek's butt cheeks filled the room with a lustful
rhythm, as all three of us broke into a renewed sweat, as we climbed higher
and higher towards our explosions.
	As I moved a finger down below Derek's balls, and pushed against
his trigger, at the point between his ball sack and hole, Derek began to
explode, his release setting off Jim's eruption, and releasing my seed from
Derek's grip on my cock.
	My cum raced out of my cock and onto Derek's heaving chest,
splattering against his nipples and finally shooting into his goatee, as
Derek pulsed hard time and time again into his cock, filling the condom
with his first three way cum.
	A new wave of thunder rolled through the house, matching our
collective gasps and sighs, our cocks now subsiding, our cum drained from
our balls, our sweat beginning to dry, Derek hugging us both, drawing our
bearded faces onto his furry chest, listening to the strong beat of his
heart, his fur warm against our skin.
	The storm lasted all night, rising and falling, moving around, and
crashing, with occasional explosions of lightning and torrents of moisture,
again and again, until we were exhausted and fully satisfied.  The storm
outside lasted all night too, finally moving out as dawn broke, leaving us
drained, but full of our bear love.

Copyright 2008.  Oregon Bear