Date: Thu, 14 Oct 2010 09:05:33 -0400 From: Thaddeus Alan Subject: Bear Left part 5 Warning: The following story is a fictional. If you are offended by sexual relations between two or more men, if this sort of stuff is not allowed in you locale, and/or you are under 21 years of age please leave right away. Please let me know what you think. This is completely my work. Please do not copy or repost it or any part of it without my permission. Chapter 4: A bear in the woods... the second day A little while later, I came dozily aware that his cock was poking at my asshole and that he was snoring. `Lazy, horny bastard,' I thought with a laugh. He wasn't fully hard yet so I thought I might be able to put his cock right where I wanted it. I lifted my leg, aimed it at my hole and backed up. It popped right in. `Mmmmmm... I love this man's cock.' I didn't try to get him all the way in but moved back enough to feel comfortably full. I fell contentedly back to sleep. I suddenly came to full awareness with a very full ass and the wonderful sensation of being slowly fucked. "Good morning, you sexy stud. I see you found the message I left at the end of your cock." "I got it loud and clear, buddy. How do you want it? Loud and hard?" He pulled himself up behind me and ran his hand over my chest and belly. "Stud, I just want you to keep it there all day. You can do whatever you like. I trust you." I leaned back into his fur. "Then I'm just going to stay here for awhile and enjoy your body." I felt his hands on my shoulders as he began to massage me. He would occasionally pull his cock in and out of my chute but mostly he just stayed there: hard and filling. I reached back and ran my hands over as much of his lower back and ass as I could, still reveling in his soft, soft fur. "Sit up for a minute, buddy." He rolled over on his back, pulling me with him. Then he helped me to sit up, still riding his cock. "Turn around and face me." There was a second or two of minor discomfort as I spun around on his cock but being able to see his furry chest and broad smile was worth it. He then started to sit up. I pulled my legs up to his sides and felt his cock slide a bit deeper. He pulled me close to him and began kissing my neck. I rubbed my chest against his, feeling his fur. Just for fun I occasionally humped up and down on his cock, keeping him hard but not heading toward a climax. I pulled his lips to mine and we began a serious necking session. I was in heaven and hoped he was feeling good too. His hard cock in my ass made me think that he was. After a long session, he pulled away. "Buddy, I really hate to say this but I've just gotta go shit and piss. Will you keep my place for me?" "You know my ass is yours: anytime, anywhere. I guess I'll let you go for a bit. In fact, I have to make a trip myself. Just where are the facilities?" I felt empty when he pulled out but it was nice to know that we didn't always have to bring ourselves to orgasm to make love to each other. He led me quite a long way from the pond and out of the grove. The sun was shining up over the horizon and the sky was crystal clear. He said that there was an outhouse on the other side of the ridge. I saw another lean-to maybe 20 yards away and could see the horse's tails switching flies. He said they had put the outhouse and horse's lean-to on this side of the ridge so the water table for the pond and creek wouldn't be contaminated. The outhouse was only a one-seater so I sat on a broad stone in the grass while he took care of business. Then I took my turn. My bladder was fuller than I knew and I tried to shit out as much as I could so that I wouldn't have much trouble keeping his cock warm today. When I came back out, he was standing in profile, looking over the fields, cock rising high. I don't think he heard me at first but then turned to look at me and held out his hand. I came over to him, was pulled in front of him, and received a very sloppy kiss. "What do you think of land like this, Ted?" "I like the peacefulness. Although I know that nature can be vicious at times, I think I like its peacefulness best." He was looking up at my eyes. "I love it. I love you." He turned me around so that we both could look at the waving grasses. I felt a tingle on his skin through the soft fur. I felt his cock pressing at me. "What's your goal in life, Ted? If you could have anything you wanted, what would it be?" "Hmmm... well... besides having your cock buried in me all the time?" I leaned back against him. "I've always tried to be happy wherever I was and whatever I was doing. Yearning for things that I couldn't get would only cause me pain. Sometimes there have been things that I have wanted but I was never lacking for food or shelter. There have been lean times but never dearth. "I guess the one thing that I've been missing is companionship. I've always been a loner and never made close friends. Sure I've had casual friends. But I think I never tried too hard to find hard and fast friends. But at least at this moment, I know I have a hard one." I reached back and tickled his balls and hard cock. We laughed. "What is your goal in life?" Mack didn't respond and just looked over my shoulder. I saw that he had a very distant look in his eyes that I didn't understand. After a long time, he just looked over at me, smiled, and kissed my neck. I guessed I would never know. "Would you always want to stay a soda machine installer? What would you do if you could do anything in the world?" I thought for a moment. "It's just a job. It's not perfect but it has its perks. I get to drive around and see the countryside. I get to work by myself. The company only expects me to get my scheduled work done so I have some control over my schedule. And I've had the pleasure of seeing some very gorgeous guys along the way. "I don't know what else I would do. It's not terribly important so long as I don't suffer for food or shelter. I wouldn't do anything that would make others suffer. I suppose I would change jobs if I would be happier in the new job and I felt that I was making a difference to others." I decided not to ask Mack the question in return. I had an intuition that he wouldn't tell me that either. I was beginning to feel the sun hitting my skin. "Let's get back to the grove. We're both going to fry in this sun." We walked back in silence, arm-in-arm. I don't know what brought his questions up. Perhaps this was part of his sixth sense. I didn't question it. I knew that we'd be together if it were meant to be. At the lean-to, Mack went over to the hot box and opened it. "Well that asshole!" I heard him say. "What's up, stud? Other than your luscious cock, of course." "Ben dropped off some breakfast for us. There's a new insulated package here and the other one is gone. I wonder when he came by." "Perhaps we didn't hear him because we were both screaming," I joked. I had a vague remembrance of hearing a truck at some point but hadn't thought about it until now. "What did he bring?" My stomach was growling. "There's a pot of hot oatmeal, some hard boiled eggs and a thermos of hot coffee. And over here is some more bread. I don't know whether I'm going to kick his butt or kiss him when I see him next." "Hey stud. Give him a kiss from me before you kick his butt. Coffee sounds absolutely fantastic." As much as I wanted to sit back on his cock while we ate breakfast, I decided to give him some space. He had become pretty quiet and withdrawn after our walk and I thought he deserved a little space. For a little while. We shared the oatmeal and had a couple of eggs each. I drank most of the coffee. Mack had pulled one of the bottles of water out for himself. He had grown too quiet for me and needed to be shaken up a little. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up for a quick kiss and walked him toward the path circling the pond. I purposefully talked about how nice the place was and how good it was to be here with him. When we got to the path, I pulled him in front of me and told him how much I loved his body against mine. Then I pushed him into the pond and dove after him. The water was still ice cold and we both rose to the surface gasping. "You little son-of-a-bitch!" he cried. I was concerned that maybe I had gone too far but when I saw his face, that great smile of his had returned to his face. He pulled me over to him and kissed me very, very hard. I tried my best to melt in his arms. It wasn't easy to do with my teeth starting to chatter from the cold. I was determined to stay in his arms until he let me go. We kissed for what seemed to be a very long time. "That was a nasty thing to do, buddy," he said. "But I needed it. Sometimes I get too lost in my own thinking." Laughing, he continued, "that cold water sure grabbed my attention! Now let's get warm!" He ran back to the lean-to, grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and a couple of blankets, then ran off again. I wasn't in the shape he was and fell behind. I followed the path which opened into the clearing we had used last night. Now it was filled with bright sunshine. Mack was also laying on the blankets he had spread and was spreading sunscreen on himself. "Allow me, stud." I took the bottle from him and started spreading it on his chest and shoulders rubbing him fully. He took the bottle from me and started slathering it on me. I bent to get his legs covered and gave his cock a quick suck. It was coming back to life. I told him to turn around and spread the sunscreen over his back, ass and legs. I took a little longer on his ass. I spread a little over his hole and slipped a finger in and out a couple of times. "Ok, it's your turn now, buddy." I stood as he rubbed the sunscreen on my legs. He grabbed my hardening cock and slicked it up. My legs wobbled a bit with the oily grasp. "Turn around." I turned around as he coated my back, ass and legs. When he came back to my ass, I bent over and said, "make sure this is nice and slick. I want you to have a nice comfortable fuck when you're ready." He carefully worked my hole until I was trembling. He stepped up behind me and hugged me. We were both slippery by this time and I think we both enjoyed the sensations between our bodies. I reached back to his now hard cock and, with ease, slipped it in my ass. I sighed. He pulled out of me and lay down on his back on the blanket. I straddled his belly and pulled his cock back into me. "You have an insatiable ass, you know that?" I laughed and wriggled my ass. I leaned down and gave him a kiss as I raised my ass up and lowered it back. "You want to go for a ride, bucko?" I gave him my biggest smile and began humping him in the way my ass was ridden during the ride yesterday. The slickness of the sunscreen made his cock slide easily in and out. I rode his cock for a very long time, bringing both of us to the brink of orgasm many times, stopping before we both crossed the point of no return. Although my legs were nearly giving out, I didn't want this ride to stop. Sensing my fatigue, Mack rolled me over and began plowing my ass with his cock. He pulled his cock out until the crown was just outside my hole, circled my hole with his rod and then slid it back in. The sensations were fantastic. It was getting pretty warm in the clearing and Mack started to sweat profusely. I reached behind him to pull his cock deeper into my ass and then ran my hands through the fur on his back. "Grrrrrr... " I said playfully. He jabbed me deeply and roughly a few times and I had to grunt. "You animal," I replied and squeezed his cock with my asshole. I did my best to squeeze his cock hard enough that he'd have trouble pulling it out and pushing it back in. "Unh, unh, unh." He exerted himself and was able to overcome the tightness in my slippery hole. But I could tell that he was enjoying the tightness. My ass was starting to feel a little numb for the plowing. Mack was sweating profusely, drops flying nearly everywhere as he pounded into me. "Ok buddy, it's time you got the load you've been working for. Hold on for your life!" And with that statement, Mack began very roughly long dicking my ass. He was banging so roughly on my ass cheeks that I swore I was going to have bruises. A couple of times he pulled back too far and I heard and felt the sucking "pop" that my ass made. He didn't even bother to aim his cock as he plowed forward. My ass and his cock were in perfect alignment. After a minute or two of this abuse, he started a low growl in his throat which quickly escalated into a long howl as his cock sprayed the inside of my ass. I could feel each spasm as he continued long dicking me and filling me with his cum. Even though my balls seemed to be overloaded with cum, I didn't feel it rising. A few minutes later he pulled out of my ass with another "pop" and lowered my legs to the blanket. Then he quickly straddled my cock and impaled himself. Still howling, he began riding like he was riding an insane bronc. The few remaining drops of his cum were flying wildly with his sweat. I could feel his ass tightening around my cock and pumping the cum up from my oddly reluctant well. It took less than a minute before I added my yell when my cock exploded in him. Eventually he ran out of steam and sat heavily down on my now deflating pole. He was panting very heavily. He leaned forward and I gathered him into my arms holding him close as my cock finally pulled out of his ass with a quieter "pop". "You are something else, crazy man." A few minutes later, I told him that we needed to get out of the sun. Even if the sunscreen had lasted through his sweating, I was concerned that he was going to be badly burned. We retreated to the shade of the lean-to. The fire was still burning strongly and we retreated to the shade far away from the flames. "I'd suggest the pond but I think my heart would give out from shock," he admitted. I smiled. I stretched out on the blanket to cool off and, within minutes, was asleep. I woke to find that Mack was nowhere to be found. I noted that the fire had been banked. But I didn't see him anywhere. "Mack? Where are you?" There was no reply. I had a niggling concern. He had been so quiet and distant earlier. Perhaps I had moved too far, too fast. I tried to set the worries aside. I had not pressured him to ask me here and felt certain that our loving had been a mutual, unpressured, sharing of our bodies. If he was feeling pressure, it had to be coming from inside himself. I needed to take a piss again so I walked out to the outhouse and relieved myself. The sun was high in the sky now and I could feel it beating down on my skin. As I came back out into the sun, I thought I spotted a truck parked in the grassy field at quite a distance. There were two people standing next to it. I was pretty sure that one of them was Mack since he was wearing only a hat and boots. The other person was a man, fully clothed. He wore a dark western hat, a long sleeved shirt, jeans with brown chaps and, although I couldn't see them, he had to be wearing boots. He and Mack were standing an arm's length apart, facing each other, and appeared to be carrying on a conversation. Perhaps this was his brother, Ben. I started to walk over to the truck although it would take me several minutes to arrive. Mack abruptly turned away and stomped off. Ben ran up behind him, grabbed him and turned him around. I stopped. Obviously they were arguing about something. Ben was holding onto Mack's shoulders and was looking right into his eyes as he spoke. They were both silent for a moment, looking at each other. Then Mack moved into his arms and hugged Ben tightly. Ben's arms had enfolded Mack and he was stroking his back. They stood that way for several minutes while I tried to decide whether I should go up to them or should go back to the lean-to. Eventually Ben pulled Mack back from his chest, looked down at him, and started talking. Mack just stood there looking at Ben's chest, not raising his eyes to Ben. Ben gently raised Mack's eyes to his own, looked into them, then said a few words. To my surprise, Ben then leaned down and kissed Mack. They stayed that way for a moment and then Mack melted into his brother's arms as the kiss seemed to get deeper. I decided that I should head back to the lean-to. On my walk back, I couldn't figure out my feelings about what I had just seen. Part of me was confused at the deep closeness, perhaps sexual closeness, between Mack and Ben. I decided that I was both jealous and scared of it. I was aware that another part of me was aroused at seeing their kiss. Had I moved in on another man's love? The idea of two brothers being lovers had never crossed my mind before and it took me a few minutes to adjust to it. So long as they loved each other and treated each other well, I did not care. The feelings that I had been developing for Mack now made me uncomfortable. I sincerely did not want to cause either Mack or Ben any pain or harm their relationship. Perhaps that was what Mack was thinking about this morning. Had Ben really known we were out here? Perhaps Mack had met me at the gate so that Ben wouldn't know. Perhaps he had told Ben that he was spending the weekend alone and Ben was bringing gifts for his lover. There had been only one pot and bottle delivered. I decided that I would let Mack take the lead. He obviously had not wanted to tell me about his brother as his lover and I had only accidentally stumbled over it. When I got back to the lean-to, I pulled out the bottle we had opened the night before, noticing that there was another, unopened, bottle next to it. I took a deep swig and then put it back. Getting drunk would not help: I just wanted to have a little help calming my nerves. I felt the heat of the whiskey spreading from my belly and felt some of the tension falling away. Mack walked back into the lean-to, cock standing hard and sat down next to me on the blanket. "Did you have a good nap?" "Sure did although I missed you when I woke." "I spotted Ben trying drop off dinner without saying anything. I tried to get him to stay and say hello but he said that he wasn't about to interrupt us." So Ben did know I was here with Mack and, if it bothered him, wasn't going to let me know about it. Perhaps they had an open relationship. I tried to sort out my feelings on the idea. If they were both open to the idea, I knew it wouldn't be hurting their relationship. If Mack were open about his and his brother's relationship, I didn't think I'd feel hurt. But Mack hadn't told me about it and had been talking as if he had been falling for me too. How could I know what was going on? "Ted? Ted?" Mack was watching me closely and I realized that I had made no response to him for some time. "I'm sorry Mack." I realized that I had to find out what was going on. "I happened to need to take a piss when I woke up a few minutes ago and I saw you and Ben at his truck." "Oh," was his only reply. After a minute of silence, he said, "Ted, I told you that Ben and I are very close. Sometimes I think we're two halves of one body. I love him unreservedly." He stopped. "I see," I said, "or I think I see. Mack, I've only just met you and have to admit that I have started to develop some very strong feelings about us. But I won't get in the way. That would only hurt all of us." Mack looked in my eyes and gave a faint smile. "You don't understand, buddy. Sure, Ben and I are lovers. Just as Ben and Bret are lovers and perhaps more deeply than that. I love Bret too. When he and Ben started becoming serious, we both wrapped him in our arms. And I would never push him out of Ben's arms since I'd be losing him too." He lifted my chin up and pulled our faces close. "You see, by sharing Ben, I have both Ben and Bret." And then he lightly kissed me. "You're one amazing man, Mack," I said with emotion. And pulled him close to hold his body next to mine. He tried to pull away a couple of times but I gently held him close. I just wanted to feel his body next to mine. I lay my head on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. After a long time, Mack said, "I need to get our dinner in the hot box so it doesn't spoil. I won't be gone but a minute." He put a bag in the hot box and then scooped some coals and put them in the slot behind it. I watched his body as he moved around the camp. Not only was his body beautiful but I had learned that he had a beautiful heart. "You want to take a dip, buddy?" he asked. "I'm not that interested in freezing my balls off, stud." "I wasn't talking about the pond here. There's a shallow pool on the creek we crossed a short ride back and it gets some sun so it won't be cold today." "Let's get going!" He took off toward the horses. I pulled on my boots, grabbed my hat and ran to catch up to him. When we got to the horse's lean-to, he asked, "You ever go bareback riding?" "Nope. I'm not sure I'd be able to stay on the horse." He pulled Deep Rider out. "It's not that far so why don't we ride together on Deep Rider. You'll just have to hang onto me." He put his hands together to give me a lift up onto the horse and then, with a great leap, hopped up in front of me. I pulled close behind him, snuggling my cock in his crack and wrapped my arms around his body. I was just a little taller than him so I could see over his shoulder easily. He set off at a gentle speed. It was an interesting sensation feeling my cock rubbing up and down against him as we lightly bounced. The bouncing moved my hands up and down on his chest and belly. I was definitely going to enjoy this ride! It took maybe 10 minutes to get back to the creek and he turned Deep Rider to follow it downstream. In another 5 minutes we came to a place where there was a pooling of the water, part of it shaded by a few good sized trees. One of the branches hanging over the pool had a sturdy rope hanging down which fell to a foot above the water. Mack alit from Deep Rider and then held his hand up to help me get down. I had a little trouble and stumbled roughly into him. He laughed and helped me to get back on my feet. He took the horse to the pool, let it drink and then tied it up. "Go ahead and dive in. I'm sure the water will feel great." I pulled my boots off but kept my hat on. While I trusted him, I tested the water with my foot and did, indeed, find that the water was cool but not icy. I waded out into the water and found that it came up to my waist near the center. I sat down in the water and let it come up to my neck. The coolness made my cock subside a bit but when Mack stepped into view, I felt it hardening up again. Mack sat, pulled his boots off but kept his hat on as I had done. He moved into the water until he could sit down and then worked his way over to me. "Didn't I tell you it would feel good?" "You were absolutely right." I worked my way into his arms, pulled my legs around him and felt our cocks rubbing together. "This weekend has only been one good feeling after another." I gave him a quick kiss. "I've loved every minute myself, buddy." He started rubbing his hands across my back and ass then pulled them in and rubbed my chest. I leaned back into the water and enjoyed the feeling of his rough hands moving over my body. He moved us both over into a shaded area where the water was shallower and where there were some flat, smooth stones he could sit on. I just kept my legs wrapped around his waist and let him pull me along. Our cocks would bob and rub against each other. When he settled down, I used my hands to pull our cocks together and began working them together slowly. He leaned over and nibbled on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. He rolled around and pushed us to another flat rock slanted into shallower water. He pulled my hat off and threw it on the shore, then followed it with his own. He lay me on my back. The water was just about right: shallow enough that I could lay on my back and but deep enough that we were both completely covered due to the slant of the rock. He pressed our cocks and bodies together and leaned in and shoved his tongue in my mouth. As we swirled our tongues around, he began rubbing us together. The feeling of his wet fur was completely different from the softness I felt when it was dry. There was some roughness and the feeling against my chest and especially my nipples was extremely exciting. I groaned and began rubbing our bodies together even more. His mouth would pull my tongue deeply into him, his lips wrapped around my tongue and he began using my tongue to fuck the opening he created. I put my hands on his ass and pulled our crotches closer together. The roughness of his pubic hair generated some terrific friction against my cock and balls. Mack kept the grinding of our bodies together for a long time, resisting when I tried to move further down his body or to move my legs up so I could slip his cock up my ass. I realized that he wanted us to shoot our loads just as we were. I began to work his mouth and body more. I pulled on his ass cheeks and spread him wide even though I knew he wasn't going to let me fuck him this time. It was interesting to feel the contrast between his hot body and the cool water. In any event, my balls were tight and I was getting close to shooting. He pulled me tightly to his mouth and body, slightly uncomfortably, and I could feel shot after shot of cum rising from the base of his cock to the tip and then flying out into the water. Seconds later my cock sent out its salvo. When we were both spent, he loosened his hold and I gasped for breath. I started to laugh and he gave me a funny look. "Stud, you know more ways to take my breath away!" He started laughing in return. I took a gulp of air and slipped down underneath him. I took his now flaccid cock in my mouth and sucked out a few drops of salty cum. Then I moved out to the deeper water and rested there, enjoying the afterglow of an orgasm, the cool water, and the hot sun. Mack came up a little way away and leaned back in the water. I playfully splashed some water on his face. He coughed and sputtered a little and dove underwater. I felt him pull my legs down into the water and I barely had a chance to catch a breath before he pulled me under. The pool wasn't deep enough for him to pull me too far and I came back to the surface quickly. We laughed and splashed each other for a little while enjoying the horseplay. I got out of the water and stood in the sun to dry. Mack was kneeling in the water and was watching my every move. After a couple minutes I was dry. I picked up my hat and walked over to lean against one of the trees at the edge of the pond. I pulled the hat brim down low, propped my right foot up on the trunk and, in my gruffest voice, said, "You just gonna ogle the goods fella? Or is ya gonna make a purchase?" I tried to keep from breaking out in a laugh but couldn't hold it. I looked up and Mack was guffawing. As he walked out of the pool, he said with an evil grin, "You think I want to buy used goods?" We both broke up. We rode back to the pond together, me pressed against his back. I couldn't remember how many times my balls had been drained this weekend and was amazed that my cock could still get hard. We took the horse to the horse's lean-to and, while he was mucking it out, I went back to get dinner out. We dined on the chicken stew Ben had brought and talked about the weather, the camp, riding horses, my job, working on the ranch... lots of nothing. We finished off the previous night's bottle of whiskey and popped open the second. "Can we go back to the clearing for awhile, Stud?" "Sure thing. Let me grab some more blankets." When we got there, I laid a couple of blankets on the ground and then lay on it. Mack lay down facing me and I pulled a couple of blankets over us as we snuggled together. "Stud, I don't want us to shoot a load tonight. I want my ass and stomach filled with your loads when I have to leave tomorrow. Will you just hold me close tonight?" "Yes, I will, buddy. We'll just get closer tonight." "Thanks. It will mean a lot to me." While we watched the stars in the sky appear, we snuggled and took pulls from the bottle. Sometimes I was spooning his back, sometimes he was spooning mine. Sometimes we were facing each other. I traced circles in his chest hair and we'd do some light necking. I was getting drunk from the whiskey and Mack seemed to be slurring his words too. While looking deeply into Mack's eyes, I felt myself slipping into oblivion.