Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2008 11:30:19 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip, Part 9

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			The Road Trip, Part 9 of 9

	We had left Derek a few days ago, after introducing him to our
cowboy style of loving in the basement of his house, as the strong late
summer storm and tornadoes raged outside.  He had been a willing partner
for both Jim and me, thrusting his hard, fat cock into my hole, as I
straddled Jim, as Jim and I sucked each other's cocks.  Derek moaned our
names as he stroked his meat into me, Jim fondling his balls, and pushing
his fingers into Derek, fondling Derek's prostate, and triggering yet
another massive orgasm for our host.
	Derek lay down on the bed, next to our naked, hairy bodies, gasping
for air, as his now weary cock began to droop after his last explosive
cumming.  Jim and I resumed our tantalizing explorations of Derek's lean,
furry chest, sucking his nipples, and gently pulling on his chest hair and
furry armpits, causing his balls to once again tuck up under his cock,
readying themselves again for yet another series of spurts.
	I moved down his belly, licking his curly hair and belly button,
before I ran my fingers around his balls, and circled his cock with my
thumb and fingers, feeling the heat of his once-again steel-like, growing
manhood.  Jim slowly rubbed his own stiff cock over Derek's goatee, until
Derek eagerly took all of Jim's cock into his waiting mouth, and began to
thrust down on Jim, until the hairs of his moustache and goatee were
enmeshed in Jim's cockroot hairs.
       Derek had cum twice before this morning, after Jim had roused him
with his mouth, taking all of Derek's morning wood into the center of Jim's
beard, as I played with Derek's tender, sensitive nipples.  Derek had shot
long ropes of cum that morning, splattering his chest and goatee, as Jim
pressed under his balls, setting off Derek's trigger, emptying his balls at
the start of yet another day of bear love on the prairie.
	I moved around until Derek's hole was in front of my cock, and I
pushed my lubed fingers deep into Derek, until his rosebud opened, as Derek
moaned his hunger for me to penetrate him again, and to bring him once
again to his release.  Pounding my cock head into Derek, I grabbed onto his
shoulders, rubbing my furry chest and belly against his writhing back,
riding him to his climax, Jim sucking vigorously on Derek's cock, until we
all exploded into yet another fireball of our combined lust.
	Now, we were almost to our destination, to deliver Jim's brother's
Mustang convertible to him at his new apartment near Washington, our three
week journey of travel, lust, and sexual exploration nearing an end.
Tomorrow was the last day of our cross country journey, before we flew back
home, back to reality.
	We had stopped at a small motel several miles off the freeway,
wanting to enjoy a final night in the Appalachians, and have a quiet,
relaxing evening.  In the afternoon, we had stopped at a small distillery,
and had sampled some of the region's finest bourbons, and picked up a few
bottles to replenish our bar supplies.
	The motel had a small pool, and, except for one other car in the
parking lot, was deserted.  The clerk showed us to our room and encouraged
us to try out the pool, and the hot tub.  A few minutes later, we were
slipping into the hot tub, with Jim thoughtfully bringing a new bottle of
bourbon and glasses.
	As we were comparing our favorite lovers and positions these last
several weeks, I heard the gate to the pool open, and a tall, beefy man
walked in.
	"I didn't mean to disturb you fellas," he said. "I'm the other
motel guest tonight, and I thought I'd just come down here to soak for a
while."
	"You're welcome to join us," I said.  "We'll even offer you a drink
of our bourbon," I added, admiring his naked, strong chest, and the tight
fit of his swim trunks over what looked like a nice inviting cock and
balls.  Dark curls of hair cascaded down his hard chest and belly, only to
be cut off by the waistband of the cloth of his trunks.
	"Patrick's the name," he said, shaking our hands with a strong grip
of his meaty hands.  "I brought my own bottle, but we can certainly share,"
he chuckled. "Seems like we all enjoy some good liquor."
	He had the beginnings of a beard on his face, two days of stubble,
and the edges of the new fuzz under his jaw neatly trimmed.  I could tell
this was a new experience for him, growing a beard, as he kept rubbing his
hand over his chin, feeling the newness of his whiskers.
	We moved over in the tub, to allow this new, tempting bear to join
us in the water, and we soon had filled his glass, and toasted to the end
of the day.
	Patrick soon told us he was a cop in Boston, and had just come from
a conference in Washington.  It was pretty intense, and he had some
vacation time coming, so he's driven up here, to do some fishing and enjoy
the mountain air.
	Jim asked him what the conference was about, and Patrick told us it
was a hands on training on physical restraints, and new methods of subduing
aggressive people on the streets.
	"I hate the desk job I have now.  It's all paperwork and policy
discussions.  This was a chance to get back to some real police work, and
get physically active," Patrick said, as he poured us all a second round of
his good Irish whiskey.
	"You look like you keep yourself in fine shape, despite the desk
job," Jim said, as we admired the Irishman's meaty, firm chest, and his
tight belly.  Jim looked over at me, and winked, and I could feel my own
cock tingle a bit at the thought of getting to know this Boston boy a
little bit better.
	"Well, thanks.  I work out at the stationhouse nearly every day,
and run a couple of miles in the morning," Patrick replied.  "I just need
to get my release every day."
	"Oh, so do we," I replied.  "We work out every day ourselves, and
make sure we get rid of any tension that might be building up."
	"Say, you boys don't mind if I get rid of my swim trunks, do you?
I hate these things, and it's just us boys here tonight," Patrick asked.
	We readily agreed that the trunks were not needed anymore, and we
soon were all buck naked in the hot tub.  I took a good look at Patrick as
he was shucking off his shorts, and noticed he was a well equipped bull
from the land of the shamrock, and that his shalale was amply supported by
his large ball sack and Emerald Isle nuggets.  I was feeling pretty excited
to get to know this Irishman a little better.
	As the hot tub was starting to cook our tender parts, we all
crawled out and then dove into the nearby pool, cooling our sweating skin,
and shrinking our cocks and balls.  Jim started an impromptu game of tag,
and we splashed and played, diving under each other, and slapping each
other on the butt, until we dragged our panting selves out of the pool, to
sit at the side of the pool, regaining our breath.
	I was able to take a good look at our new Irish playmate and swim
buddy, noticing his thick, curly armpit hair, and his broad, reddish
nipples, surrounded by his thick matt of his pelt of reddish black curly
hair.  His uncut cock lay on his strong, muscular thigh, his balls nearly
hidden by the curls of the forest of hair covering his groin and trailing
up his rippled belly to his chest.  During my study of Patrick, I caught
Jim conducting the same examination, as Jim looked at me and licked his
lips, his eyes filled with lust for our new friend.
	Patrick asked us about our trip, and Jim gave him an outline of
most of our adventures, at least the ones in which we wore clothes,
mentioning that we had deepened our friendship and had come to know each
other very well.  I could see Patrick's cock twitch slightly during Jim's
monologue about our relationship.
	"Patrick, do you have anyone special in your life?  Surely a man as
handsome as you has someone who wants to sleep with you," I asked.
	"Not now, I don't.  It's ...well, it's a long story, but I've been
by myself for over a year now.  One reason I took this side trip to the
mountains is to do some thinking about that," Patrick replied, his eyes
looking down at the water, his thoughts seeming to drift a hundred miles
away.
	"Well, Patrick, we share a lot with each other, and we've come to
know each other really well on this trip.  Both of us are good listeners,
and maybe we can help you with some of that sorting out," Jim said.
	We talked about our various failed relationships, and how hard it
was to find someone who truly understood our needs, our feelings.  And,
when it felt right, I mentioned that I felt most fulfilled when I was
around men, and that I had realized many years ago that I was attracted to
men.
	I could see the light bulb slowly turn on in Patrick's eyes, and
that it was now OK to talk about men who prefer being with other men.
	"I've...I've always wondered about that, men who love...men,"
Patrick stammered, blushing, his face and chest turning red.
	"It's a beautiful thing," Jim interjected.  "I've learned so much
from Dave these last several weeks.  He's taught me that I can just be
myself, and that by accepting who I am, I can find peace, and I can be
loved."
	"Patrick, if you want to get to know yourself better, then Jim and
I can help you out tonight.  You're a very attractive man to us, and,
frankly, we'd like to take you to bed with us," I said.  "It's your choice.
No pressure."
	There was silence, and Patrick picked up the bottle of whiskey and
poured himself a shot, and chugged it down.
	"I don't know, uh, ... it's a scary thing to say yes to you.  I've
never....," Patrick whispered.
	"It's OK, Patrick.  We'll take our time, and help you see what
you've been missing," I said, as I put my hand on his thigh.  Jim moved his
hand to Patrick's chest, and began running his hand over Patrick's strong,
meaty pecs, his fingers rustling through the thick hair and around his
nipples, which soon began to respond to the attention by turning into hard
points of needy flesh.
	Jim suggested we go back to the room, so we could make ourselves
more comfortable, and then he led our bare assed parade around the pool and
back towards our room.  The moon had disappeared behind the clouds, and we
could barely make out the sidewalk and the pool gate.  The desk clerk had
gone home hours ago, the motel sign now black.
	"I'd like to get some clothes, first, out of my room, "Patrick
said, as he stopped by his door, and stuck the key into the lock.  His room
was pretty sparse, but there were several interesting devices on the desk,
obviously tools of his restraints training.  Jim grabbed those up and we
went to our room.
	Patrick was sweating heavily by the time we entered our room, and I
moved close to him, kissing him on his lips, rubbing my beard and moustache
along his lips and his two day old stubbled beard and 'stache.
	"Love your little beard, Patrick.  It looks good on you, and I like
my lovers nice and hairy," I whispered, as I ran one hand down his chest,
and around his thickening cock, clasping his meat in my hand, feeling its
heat, feeling it grow in my wanting grasp.  I began stroking his cock,
slowly at first, until I felt him fully hard in my fist, as I ran my thumb
along the rim of his now exposed cockhead, feeling the first moisture of
his pre-cum, damp against the silky skin of his tender cock skin, my little
finger feeling the coarse texture of his fur, and the heat rising from his
balls.
	I pushed Patrick back onto the bed, his legs dangling over onto the
floor, and knelt between his thighs, pushing them apart with my strong
shoulders, until his balls and now hard cock were inches from my hungry
lips, my tongue wanting to taste him, to take him completely, until my nose
was buried in his groin, his hair tangled into my moustache, my beard
chafing his full balls.  Running my lips up the inside of his strong
thighs, I heard Patrick moan with delight, sighing, as I moved ever closer
to his yearning manhood.
	Jim knelt on the bed, his thighs wrapped around Patrick's face, his
ball sack resting above Patrick's forehead, his throbbing cock dancing in
front of Patrick's eyes, as Jim took Patrick's muscular, thick arms and
pulled them higher, laying them on Jim's naked thighs, exposing his lush,
wet, furred armpits to Jim's needy fingers.  Jim explored Patrick's pits,
occasionally moving over to dance with Patrick's now enflamed nipples,
pulling and tweaking on them, until they were hard with lust, need.
	Jim tossed me a condom from the nightstand, and I tore it open,
unrolling its gripping latex sheath down Patrick's stiff cock, the rubber
already hot from the blood pulsing through the engorged veins on his shaft.
I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, and then around Patrick's purplish,
fat cockhead, until Patrick's chest began to rise and fall, gasping for
breath, as we began our march to his release, his first time cumming with a
man, with two men, two men eagerly stroking and fondling this Irish cop,
helping him to shoot his seed, releasing his balls, and finding his release
with his fellow men.
	I cupped Patrick's ball sack, as I felt him near his release, and
then danced my now familiar dance around his balls, under them, and to this
man's unexplored hole, rubbing and fondling all of the nerves of his groin
until bolts of lightning crashed through his brain and down into his cock,
triggering his explosion of his jism out of his balls and through his
eager, yearning cock, until he could cum no more.
	As Patrick came, Jim sucked and pinched his nipples, and ran his
fingernails through Patrick's heaving, sweaty chest, the cop writhing and
thrashing on the bed, nearly throwing Jim off this bucking bear of a man,
until the last of Patrick's cum had filled the condom in my wet, satisfied
mouth.
	As Patrick regained his breath, he looked up at Jim, and grinned.
	"Wow, I never realized it could be so,....intense, and
.... Beautiful," he said, in between his labored breaths, his sweaty chest
now starting to calm.
	"We aim to please, big guy," I replied.
	Jim picked up a pair of wrist cuffs, with one end chained to soft
nylon ropes, and slipped then on to Patrick's wrists, snapping them shut
with a metallic clink.  I moved around the bed, and tied each of the ropes
to the bed post at the head of the king sized bed, until Patrick's arms
were spread wide, in a V.
	"Now, we need a gag," Jim said, as he raised up his hips, his
thighs still straddling the stubbled face of the cop, until the tip of
Jim's still hard cock was rubbing against Patrick's lips and stubble.  I
tore open another condom and rolled it down Jim's stiff cock, and Jim began
to probe Patrick's virgin mouth with his cock, his balls now rubbing
against the hair on Patrick's lips, filling his nostrils with the musty
scent of Jim's furry ball sack and eager cock.
	Jim ran his balls over Patrick's mouth, until the cop began to
tongue and suck on Jim's nuts, filling his mouth first one and then another
nut, and then both nuts, the hairs now slicked down on Jim's nut sack.
Then, Jim lifted up slightly, freeing his needy balls from Patrick's tongue
and began to enter Patrick's mouth with his hard, wanting cock, soon
burying it balls deep into the Irishman's pie hole.
	I pushed Patrick's thighs up, so that his feet were on the bed, and
spread his thighs with my waist, as I moved my cock close to his balls and
hole, until his virgin opening was mine to play with, mine to take.  I
lubed my cock, then unrolled a condom down its full length, squeezing the
tip so that all of my seed could fill it when I came in the cop's ass, and
lubed the outside of the sheath, until it shined in the dim light of the
bedroom.
	Moving my wettened fingers into Patrick's virgin hole, I could feel
the motion of his body, as he sucked and pumped Jim's manhood, at the head
of the bed, Patrick's arms tied motionless by the cuffs on his strong,
meaty hands.  Helpless, Patrick kept sucking the hard cock of my lover, as
I watched the wet latex of the rubber move across Patrick's stubbled lips,
his hairy chest rising in his new urgency to satisfy his newest lover,
this, his first time giving a blow job to another man.
	Jim arched his back, gasping for air and for release, and I reached
over to his hairy, well defined chest, tweaking and pinching his nipples,
as he pumped his hips against the cop's face, thrusting his cock into
Patrick's mouth, his balls dragging across Patrick's nose and stubbled
cheeks.  Jim moaned, and began to shoot his cum into the Irishman's mouth,
filling his condom with his load of hot, white jism, his furry chest now
soaked with his lusty sweat, his pits dripping down the sides of his
strong, writhing chest.
	As Jim fell back against the head board, regaining his breath, I
pushed Patrick's meaty thighs up higher, against his chest, rubbing my
hands over his renewed, stiffening cock, and furry balls.  Patrick began to
sweat again, in anticipation of what was to cum, what new pleasures awaited
him with his two new lovers.
	Jim took some of the nylon rope he had found in Patrick's room, and
ran a loop from the bed post around and under Patrick's thighs, pulling his
legs higher and tighter, securing them with a knot, so that Patrick's arms
and legs were now tied to the bed, with one lover kneeling at his head, and
the other lover poised to take him in his virgin ass, his cock now fully
open to the fondling of both of his lovers.
	I cinched Patrick's cock and balls tight with one of his steel
handcuffs, tightening the metal teeth on the cuff, until his ball sack was
snug against the base of his cock, the metal nearly covered by the lush,
damp curly hairs of his crotch.  Jim pulled out the tit clamps his Uncle
Jake had given me the last morning at the ranch, and slowly snapped them
onto the Boston cop's hungry, stiff nipples, as Patrick gasped and moaned
with new found pleasure, his body now on fire with lust.
	Jim rubbed his furry balls and now satiated cock around Patrick's
stubbled face, feeding his nut sack into Patrick's willing mouth again, as
Patrick eagerly sucked and pulled on Jim's nuts and fur, his new moustache
soaked with his saliva and the last drops of Jim's cum, which oozed from
the tip of his spent cock.
	I lubed up my fingers, and began to explore Patrick's hole, wetting
his chute, and feeling the firmness of his large prostate; with every
thrust of my finger, his cock throbbed, and Patrick groaned with new found
pleasure.
	"Oh, God, that's wonderful.  I've never felt anything like that,"
Patrick whispered, his chest now sweating again, as the pressure of the
cuff on his balls and cock, the tit clamps, and now, my massaging of his
prostate and entering of his hole putting his nerves on overload.
	I cupped his secured balls again, holding them close in my fingers,
as I rubbed each one of his nuts in their wrinkled, tight sack, feeling the
coldness of the metal cuff, as it surrounded his balls and cockroot.  I
tugged a bit on the cuff, sending new waves of pressure and delight to the
tip of Patrick's cockhead, building the pressure on his balls to explode in
a new wave of liquid fireworks.
	Jim ran his fingers through the exposed lush, thick forest of
Patrick's armpits, his fingernails scraping the tender skin, and further
exciting the nerves of the cop's furry pits.  My cowboy lover then ran his
hands over the heaving chest of our captive, tugging gently on metal clamps
gripping his nipples, sending yet another wave of electricity into
Patrick's brain.
	I scooted closer to Patrick's open butt, moving my hard, sheathed
cockhead next to his rosebud, and began to slowly push against his tight,
wet opening, until the head was slightly inside of him.
	"I'm gonna to take your virginity, now, Patrick.  I'm gonna fuck
you in the ass, and make you a real man," I whispered, as Patrick nodded,
his stubbled face split by his grin.
	"I'm all yours, cowboy.  Take me," he said.
	I pushed slowly in, then retreated, and advanced again, until my
cockhead pushed against Patrick's prostate, and went deeper, until I was
balls deep in his chute, my furry nuts rubbing against his cheeks, my curly
bush hitting against his cuffed ball sack, with every thrust of my hips.
	Jim and I leaned into each other, our furry torsos above Patrick's
hairy chest and secured arms, and we kissed, our moustaches rubbing against
each other, as we took the cop's virginity, and brought him to new heights
of pleasure.  We explored Patrick's writhing belly and chest with our
curious fingers once again, and Jim moved down to tug on his cuffed ball
sack and cock root one more time, before releasing the metal cinch, to free
Patrick's balls so that he could cum, once again, with his new lovers.
	I thrust into Patrick again and again, watching his foreskin
stretch and move down below the glistening bulb of his cock head, his piss
slit oozing pre-cum, soaking his shaft and bush, his pre-cum pulsing out of
his head in time with my thrusts.
	Again and again I pushed into Patrick's chute, until my own balls
were nearly on fire, ready to explode in him, feeling his hole clutch onto
my manhood, his prostate throbbing with the need for release, as Patrick
climbed again to his mountaintop, ready for his release.
	As Patrick bucked and pushed against me, his face and chest red
with the flush of his almost orgasm, Jim unsnapped the clamps holding the
cop's now aching nipples, sending a surge of blood back into the tender
nips, electrifying his chest, and triggering the release of his balls,
sending ropes of steamy, pearly cum up through the Irishman's cock, arcing
over his furry, rippled, heaving belly and splattering his chest with his
hot cum, until his chest was covered with trails of his seed, and his
manly, horny sweat.
	As Patrick shot the last of his seed, I began to feel my cum rise
in my own balls, as I was near the end of my love dance in his ass.  Jim
reached over and pinched my nipples, hitting my release, and I shot my load
of hot cum again and again into Patrick's willing, hungry chute, filling my
condom with jism, sending bolts of fire through my balls and cock, until my
eyes were filled with white light, my body fully satisfied, released.
	The next morning, I awoke to a thrusting, hard shaking of the bed,
the rhythm so familiar to me these last few weeks, the movement of love, of
union, of pure pleasure.  I could hear furry balls slapping against skin,
in time with movement of the bed springs, and looked over to see Patrick
mounting Jim, his hard cock thrusting deep into Jim's ass, Jim's thighs
gripping Patrick's hairy, muscular torso, the furry chests of both of my
lovers breathing deeply, as they rose to their first cumming of the day.
	I reached over to run my hands across their furry bodies, as I
knelt beside the lovers.  I cupped Patrick's slapping balls with one hand,
feeling the heat of his rising cum, as his cock pounded into my cowboy
lover's chute, again and again.  I ran my finger over the rolled edge of
the condom, feeling its snug fit on the cop's swollen rod, as it pistoned
into Jim's hole, and stroked the sensitive spot beneath his balls, feeling
the swelling of his cum, the tension rising, his entire body ready to cum
again.
       My other hand rubbed against the bush of Patrick's thrusting hips,
until I could grasp Jim's hard, leaking cock, his balls now tight against
the base of his cock, ready to shoot his cum onto his now sweaty, gasping
chest.  We danced this age old dance of lovers for a bit, until Jim and
Patrick could take no more, until their balls demanded release, until their
cocks shot their cum, draining them, leaving my hairy, bearded lovers
soaked in their lusty sweat, and their spilled morning seed.
	We left Patrick, his balls drained, his nipples still tender from
the clamps and fondlings of last night, his hole now stretched; now no
longer a stranger to the attentions of a real man, his cock finally having
the taste of what love with a man can really be.  He promised to find
himself a good lover when he went back to Boston, and to put in for a job
on the beat, leaving the office jockey work behind.  He also promised to
keep his beard, to grow it out, realizing that, deep down, he was a bearded
man, and a man who loved men, real, bearded men.
       As we drove away for our last ride in the Mustang, we saw our cop
getting out his fishing pole, and rigging it up for a day on the river, a
man at last at peace with who he really is.
	As we drove to Jim's brother's apartment in Washington, to finally
drop off our fun red Mustang convertible, we agreed we'd had a tremendous
vacation, a time of new adventures, and that we finally both felt sexually
alive, satisfied, and renewed.
	By the time his brother dropped us off at the airport, we had
worked out all of the details on where we would live, and when we would
take our next road trip.

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