Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2017 23:58:58 +0000 From: Bobby Joe None Subject: Red Dirt Music Man This is a totally new story, and a new story line from a relative newcomer to the Nifty.org website. The story and the title belong to the author, who has also written under the same pen-name in the past for "Handjobs" magazine, unfortunately no longer published. It deals with adult sex between adult males, so if you find such material offensive, please close out now. Looking at the choices of categories on the gay-male side, I believe the story fits in best in the "rural" stories category. This story is pure fiction, and any resemblance to any person(s), living or dead, or occurrences surrounding them, is purely coincidental. I understand the terms of publication on Nifty.org, and agree to those listed; that there is no compensation for the story in any form, that it may appear on other websites as a part of the USENET network [et al]. 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It's not free to keep it up on the web, by any means!!! =============================================================================== Red Dirt Music Man ---Bobby Joe Landing at Austin-Bergstrom airport, I began looking for the familiar, faded red pick-up that David drove. Finally seeing it, I caught a glimpse of the man I was traveling to spend a weekend with, once again. With his cowboy hat in hand, he waved at the Southwest jet as we landed on the runway. No one could tell who he was waving at, of course, so he wasn't running the chance of outing himself in public. I marveled at his cool, even-handed handling of his newly found fame on the Red Dirt music circuit. The man's talent was undisputed, and he was already in-demand throughout Texas. It was a rare weekend off for the man, and he asked me to fly in and spend the weekend with him at his ranch, far out in the country. After grabbing my bag, I met him outside the terminal, and we immediately took off. Handsome as ever, David's shirt was open three buttons on top, exposing one of the hairiest chests I had ever seen, and one that attracted women to him, all the time. One of the things I love about Country music fans, they like their artists real. No man-scaping in this crowd! Sticking my hand out, I tried touching it, however, he wouldn't let me. "Uh, uh, boy. No touching `til we get in the house, remember? I don't need anyone suspecting anything. You know that." "I don't think anybody will care, bro. This is the twenty-first century, not the nineteenth." "Yeah, bud, but my music is only just now gettin' goin', so I don't want to come out, quite yet. Maybe when I am established more." "OK, however, I think you're pre-judging the entire general public. Just don't make an issue of it. Most people couldn't give a rat's ass about who you sleep with. You're an excellent musician. That's all they really come to the events for: to hear your music. Anything else is not of any real importance." "Yeah, I know, however, no p.d.a., no public displays of affection, remember?" We said "no public displays of affection" in unison, as he had drummed into me, several times over, now. Parking in the driveway, we rushed to get inside, out of the hot Texas summer sun. "Drop your suitcase here in the front hallway, babe. We'll take it up later." Not wanting to waste a moment, I suppose, David reached out then, taking me in his arms and hugging me so tightly I thought he would squeeze all the breath out of me. He looked me straight in the eyes after the hug, and kissed me on the mouth, quite passionately! This was something new in our relationship, and he genuinely surprised me with the kiss, even more so with the amount of passion he put in it. Before this, the man was a bit reluctant to kiss, not sure – I suppose – where the relationship was heading. Judging from the kiss, though, the man felt more secure about the direction of it all. Or, maybe he just needed to relax into the role of a man in love with another man. Whatever it was, it was pretty special, and I was reveling in the change. As the evening progressed, I would witness the reality of the change of direction, as it had already begun: "Fuck, man!!! I missed you, SO much!!! I've been wanting to lay next to you in bed and just watch you sleep! It gets kinda lonely in that big ol' bed of mine at night, when I'm here, I mean. I haven't been home much lately, though, spending more time up in Big D and Cowtown, a lot, and cannot have anyone staying the night in my room while I am on the road. But first, let's get that shirt off and let me see all that fur on you, boy! You love mine, well, I love yours, even more!!!" It was, and is, true. The man has been obsessed with all my fur ever since we met, not too long before this particular weekend, at a nightclub in The Metroplex. He wasn't performing that night, so we had caught each other's eyes several times that first night, and even more so the next night, even while he was performing, although on the downlow. Although I was surrounded by others, I could tell that attention was actually directed at me. I was vacationing and taking in some of the sights and sounds of the Big City. Dallas may be dazzling, yeah, however, I was already finding Fort Worth more my speed. His performance was flawless, both as we stared at each other that Saturday from across two tables, as well as the following night, from the stage. His voice was a beautiful, rich baritone ["bear-i-tone"?] and filled my mind and soul in a way I could not have predicted. Growing up, I listened to Country music, yeah, but Red Dirt/Texas Country has grown on me in the last few years, as the very "real," even "earthy" nature of the lyrics and the life lived by many in that area of Texas was growing on me, even more than the music. I was ready to retire, and make a move, yet I wanted David in my plans. Apparently, his thoughts were along the same lines, however, having to keep it cool in front of the hometown folks was going to be a bit more challenging than I originally thought, as I knew my desire for him, that is a boots, jeans and cowboy-hat wearing man who had already stolen my heart was going to be hard to keep out of the public eye. My tendency to live life simply, and not be out and about on any sort of regular basis, would help us to be more on the "downlow" than most couples in the music business. "Feel that, man?" David's hand drew mine down into the crotch of his jeans, where his man-tool was hard as a rock. "That's what you do to me, every time I see you, or just talk to you on the phone. Shit, man, I could jack off at least twice – sometimes three or four times – a night, just talking to you on the phone. You wanna get it on, before dinner?" We had already consummated our relationship, many times over by that time, yet every time still felt like the first time, when we got together, and the excitement was still fresh and new. Taking his hand and putting it inside my shirt and letting him touch my nips, I felt his cock jump in his jeans. "Fuck, boy, you're hot as a firecracker, aren't you? You didn't jerk off this week, have you?" "Only once, that night I talked to you on the phone and we got off together, at the same time. Haven't touched Junior since. You think you can take it, babe? I want to fuck you, sooooooo badly!" "You're on, Hot Stuff!!! Take me there!!!" Picking up David was impossible as his sheer size and weight was at least one and a half times mine, so I grabbed on to his thick, taut nips through his polo shirt and led him up the stairs to his bedroom. I'm a five-eight, two hundred pounder, whereas David is a six-five, three hundred pounder. We may love each other like David and Jonathan, yet we look like David and Goliath!!! "Awwww, fuck man! I'm gonna cream my jeans iff'n you keep up that shit, boy!!!" I loved it when he forgot his decorum, and spoke in his natural, Texas twang!!! It all sounded more like the man I knew him to be, and loved, and not some stuffed-shirt business man from the big city. "Let me undress you, love. Unveiling that hot bod of yours is a religious experience, in and of itself, and one that needs to be savored, not rushed." "You're in charge, man. Lead me on..." Unbuttoning David's shirt, one button at a time, I let the shirt fall off his back and splayed my hands through his ample body-fur, once again pinching his rock-hard nips and making him visibly jump. Per my usual style, I rubbed my face in his magnificent, luxuriously furred chest, chewing and licking my way through all the fur, across to each nip, causing David to start moaning in a quiet ecstasy all his own. My thoughts went to wondering if the man was ever truly told just how beautiful he really was, and still is. The statue of David in Europe was nothing compared my David, a real "wookie," if there ever was one!!! Six and a half feet of fur-covered, husky healthy manhood, exuding a masculine aura that took my breath away, every time I saw him, shirted or not. To say the least, his big body always had me leaking, damn near as soon as I laid eyes on him. He was just "that" much the healthy hunk of manhood I had lusted after, ever since I found myself looking at men's underwear in the Sears catalogue, back home. If the men in the catalogue had had body hair showing, I would have probably had the pages stick together, and in fairly short order. Thank God they didn't, or my Dad would have worn out my poor bottom!!! "Our fellow bears would be proud of you, son. You've grown into one fine-lookin' man, and all this fur merely adds to the effect. It's no wonder people can't keep their eyes off you!" David's smile lights up his face. There's no other way to say it. He was positively glowing in the complimentary atmosphere, and he knew I meant every word. Reaching into his shorts, his thick, cut cock was still as hard as a metal rod. I began stroking him, slowly. "Stop it bro, or I'm going to lose my load, right here and now." "That's OK, my love, as I know there's plenty more of your abundant man-cream in those storehouses down here..." I said, as I grabbed his nuts... "to be had. Leave it to me to fall for a thirty-year old! I swear, Love, you must always walk around with a bone, as every time I see you, you stay hard most of the time!" "Well, yeah, with all that body-hair you so willingly flash in front of me, and that big, thick ol' English sausage of yours, you would too!!! And..." he reached down and felt me up, too... "and you've been hard for how long, now?" "Off and on for about six hours, babe. I was hard when I boarded the plane in California." "Fuck, man...do you ever go soft?" "Only after about five or six runs. Usually after that, I am pretty well spent. My record is seven, but that was ten, fifteen years ago!" "Damn, boy!!! You're ten years my senior and your stamina can still keep you going all night, can't it?" "Nah. I do need my sleep, dear boy. Gotta recharge the battery sometime, sweetheart! And when I'm done for the night, I'm really done!!!" "Fuck!!! I'm doomed!!! Five or six? Shit, man!!! My hole is gonna be so sore tomorrow!!!" "Yeah, but I know you, and you're gonna be screaming out, every damn time I'm inside you, wanting me to pour it on!!!" "Well, yeah, but I'm not as used to this as you are. Don't forget, this is all new to me...remember? I've only been with a few other guys, only starting to be active in the last couple of years!!!" Pausing, then, I gave the man a gentle smile, and a sweet, simple, loving kiss. I wanted to reassure the man my intentions were only meant to love and pleasure him. "Well, then I promise I won't wear you out, babe. You tell me when you need a break, OK? Remember, I'm here to be with you in everything, love, and not just in the sack. You want to start slow, we'll go slow. I'm not in this to hurt you. OK?" David's eyes became a little misty, then. I suspect because he didn't expect to be treated with respect. "C'mere and lay next to me, babe. Rest your head on my chest. We have all night." David did lay his head down, then, and eventually fell asleep in that position. I laid next to him, hands across his chest and resting on his arms. About four o'clock that next morning, I felt David stirring. "Babe, I want it. I want you inside me, I want your cum inside me. Please fuck me." "OK, sweetie. We'll get you opened up properly so I won't hurt you." "I'm already ready for you. Have been before you got here last night." "OK. Well, I need to grease up and get myself ready. By the look on your face I can see you want to eat me alive, so go ahead. Ol' Junior down there is anxious and more than ready for some lovin'." David's face lit up when he saw my cock begin to rise of its own volition. Wrapping his lips around my member, he began an unbelievably respectful and loving session of mouth contractions and just the right vacuum effect to get me going, but not enough to set me off. "And this man says he's only been with a few men? He must be a born cocksucker, `cause he's much too talented to only have had a few encounters!" I thought. Fully engorged rather quickly, I took charge of the situation, immediately, before I blasted off, prematurely. Reaching for the lube, I rather generously applied it to my already throbbing manhood. "OK, Big Boy. We'll start with me on my back like before, and then switch positions. "OK, babe. It's been too long since I felt that love-tool of yours inside me." Laying alongside him, spoon-fashion, I began sliding my cock up inside him, and all too soon, I hit bottom. I moved my cock back and forth then, in and out, with my cockhead against his prostate, and he started whimpering, right away. "Oh God, that feels so good man!!! Keep thrusting back and forth, in and out, harder, babe. Take me to the next level, man! Pour it on!!!" Finding the natural rhythm of a man whose penis is fully surrounded by a love-tunnel, I moved back and forth, slowly at first, rotating my hips around enough to make my cock come into contact with all sides of his chute. He shuddered, and I continued my slow, steady thrusting upward, sliding the head of my cock almost all the way out, before absolutely "stabbing" his ass with my man-tool, and shoving it in, as fast and as hard as I could go. "Fuuuuck, man!!! That big ol' thick cock of yours fills me up so much. I can feel the vibrations of your cock as you get closer. I want some hard-ass bear motion, man! Ram it home, boy! Give me bear meat, man!!! I want to see that savage in you!!!!" That pushed me into hyper-drive. Rocking David in my arms as I fucked the daylights out of his hole, the speed and savage thrusting had me grunting even harder... "Ummmph! Ummmmph!! Ummmmmmph!!!" Each thrust had me bottoming out in his manhole, punctuated by an even more savage-sounding grunt. "You say you want your man to be a savage? Well, here it is, boy!!!" "Yeah, Bobby Joe. Breed me, man!!! Breed me!!!" Increasing my thrust speed even more, I pulled my cock almost all the way out and began jamming it into his ass as far as I could go, grunting rather guttural-like screech with each thrust forward. His whimpering increased in volume, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. I ended up absolutely pounding the man's hole, with him encouraging my hard-thrusting by grunting with each thrust, himself, as well. Pulling him up into my arms, I saw the two of us becoming one tightly-knit ball of humanity in the mirror on the wall, crawling slowly across the bed with each thrust. His passion was high, and when I made a deep thrust into him, I must have hit his love-button just right, as he gasped, quite loudly. Not having had a man for several weeks myself, at least not since the last weekend at David's, I didn't last altogether that long, that first time, yet, each thrust gave my cock a wonderful ride, and into the farthest reaches of David. I could feel a tension inside me getting ready to release, and I knew from David's face he was nearing the point of no return, as well. "Oh, yeah, Bobby Joe, leave that load inside me!!! I want your load, man!!! Give me that unbridled passion, man!!! I want your cum inside me!!!! Oh, fuck, I'm cummmmmmmming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sure enough, his rosebud clamped down on my rod and his semen began shooting everywhere...all over me, him, the bedding...you name it!!! His triggered mine, as the spinchter muscle clamped down right at the right moment, after the downstroke, and I could feel the rocket taking off. "Fuck!!! Yeah, man!!! Here it comes boy! You say you want my cum-wads? Well...here...it...is!!!! AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!" With one final thrust, landing on top of him with all my weight, I absolutely buried my bone inside David, and seeded him, for nearly a full minute. I've watched hours of porn, and every last one of the guys I've seen seed a hole does that: Ram it home and hold it there. Guess it's a part of our physiological make up as males, to further populate the earth, to continue creating the human race, and assure ourselves we've made The Connection. Laying on top of David, and not wanting to disconnect too fast, we gradually relaxed and my cock eventually slipped out of his hole. Slowly I regained my regular breathing speed and was no longer panting. David's cum covered our torsos, and I began to share his load with him, licking through his ample fur and kissing him with a mouthful of his man-cream. "That was...heaven, babe. I want to do it, all weekend." "We have plenty of time, Sweetheart. It's only five o'clock on Saturday morning, and my flight out isn't until five o'clock Monday afternoon." "Good, `cause I want to feel that big ol' thick cock of yours pulsing out its load, inside me, again. I could feel your cum-wads shooting your load out into my ass, babe, and that big, thick ol' cock of yours jerking out your orgasm. You've got me hooked on being a bottom, already, babe. I love having that big, beautiful bear bod of yours on top of me, fucking the daylights out of me. I never thought I would like being the bottom, but it feels good having someone else take control for awhile." I smiled at him, `cause I always sensed he'd like being the bottom. He just needed to experience it and let go of his need to control everything. I guess his need to be road manager of his career was strong inside him, `cause it really took a few rounds in bed for him to adjust to the bottom role. Finally, though, I felt him relax and let me take the helm and give him some true man-lovin'. It changed him, as his body relaxed around me after that, as soon as he was in my arms. "You still want to try fucking me, Sweetheart, or are you content with being the bottom?" "Nah, I love having your seed inside me, Bobby Joe. I love having you being the top, babe. You are so much the man!!!" "It was good, Sweetheart. I love letting loose inside you. I can tell you enjoy your role. It's something really special, isn't it?" "Yeah, I like having you inside me. I also love being a man, though, and having a penis, myself...Oooooh, you've got me going again. You wanna jerk off together? I wanna watch you cum. I love seeing you spew your seed. You cum like a fucking fountain!!!" "Sure thing, Sweetheart." "May I jerk off on your chest, babe? I've dream about doing this just about every night, now." "Yep. Please feel free to cum all over me. Let's mix our cum together, when we're done." David took a while to achieve his orgasm, as he wanted to rub his cock in my fur, and play with my cock, too, as I did his. David's playing with his own penis seems to be a slow, methodical jerking of his rod while pulling on his nips, kinda like mine, although he likes his cock and his hand lubed up, whereas I like mine dry, that is, natural. When he finally did cum, his body jerked so hard it looked like he hadn't cum in weeks, even though he had already cum earlier, and spewed quite a lot of cum. I kept my hand on his cock as I jerked my own, and had him lean over me and let me suck his tits. David, being a few pounds overweight, was starting to develop the man-boobs, and his thick fur covered each mound. Licking through all that thick fur and nibbling on his nips had him moaning, once more. Before I knew it, I blew a load that amazed me, as thought I had blown a lot earlier into David's ass, yet the load covered David's chest, and mine. He laid down on top of me then, and rocked back and forth, thoroughly mixing our loads and then sharing our combined loads with me, and eating some of it, himself. "Fuck, Daddy Bear, you keep shooting loads like that and we're going to have to wash the sheets!!!" "You may want to hold off, Sweetheart. I am sure we'll mess them up even more before we're done, this weekend!!!" "Shit, you're hard again, babe. You wanna make out again, or get something to eat?" "Nah, tell you what. Let's eat first. We'll need our strength to continue, and those two or three cum loads we've both eaten won't be able to keep our libido going if we don't add something more solid to it. Do you want to go out to eat? If so, what's open at this hour? It's not even six yet." I laughed softly, with a thought on my mind, and wondered if he thought of it. David looked at me then, and we both said it at the same time: "Waffle House!!!" Epilogue: I guess I fell in love with the guy, even before that weekend, but that Waffle House moment absolutely clinched it, for the both of us, actually. It may not be very romantic to some, and certainly not a fancy restaurant that some might share on their anniversaries, but for two blue-collar guys, it fits us just fine. Trips to Wal-Mart, boots, jeans and cowboy hats, a beat-up old Ford F-150, rehabbing the aging ranch house that he actually grew up in, and the reddish-brown goatee with a bit of grey in it that he sports...all of it...gives my libido an instant lift, every time I see that red pick-up coming down the old gravel road. To keep up appearances, I bought a manufactured home and put it on the property, and I am officially now the property manager, according to the bank, as he is out on the road doing shows, a lot. What they don't know won't hurt them, right? A Last Will and Testament in his safe-deposit box shows me as the beneficiary of the property, should something happen to him, God-forbid!!! A single man at 30 or 40 gratefully doesn't really arouse as much suspicion as it did, years before, gratefully, so our life behind closed doors has never been something people really care about, anyway. We don't say anything, and no one bothers to ask. The love of one man for another is always a special thing, be it a bromance or a romance. Some guys know how to carry on a bromance without other people even knowing it, even an affectionate one. Some of them, too, are – like ours – just a few steps out of the limelight. And, honestly, it's just the way David and I want it.