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  Buck felt Bear’s fur rubbing against his bare legs. It was wiry and rough. He arched his back to make his shoulders connect with the man’s furry chest. He hoped that someday he would have some hair on his chest. But now it was only a few wisps of curly hairs near his nipples.

  Bear slid in and out easily because of the obstetric lube that brought friction to near zero. Buck was talented at taking cock. The ease and grace with which he accepted Bear inside him was a testament to the boy’s skill and military training. He may be the best fuck he ever had.

  “Turn around, boy and put your back on the saddle. don't worry, I got you.” Bear held his ankles tightly while he wriggled into modified missionary position.

  From this angle, he could see Bear pull back far, farther than any normal man could go without popping out, and then plunge in so the hairy man’s hips were pressed firmly against his buttocks. Buck rubbed his invader’s belly hair then sniffed his fingers, taking in the intoxicating scent of male primal lust.

  Bear saw this and knew the boy wanted to be closer. In one deft movement, he hoisted Buck astride his hips and held him close. Buck moaned with pleasure, feeling the whole hairy torso pressed against his hairless upper body. Invisible sparks of desire crackled between them, bringing each a little closer to climax. Bear carried the young man around the barn, sliding the tender ass up and down his meaty pole. Then Bear gently set him back on the saddle so he could focus his strength on rutting. Buck held back, wanting to be fully erect when it was time to flip. He wanted to give Bear a full load.

  Bear marveled at the new guy’s talents. He rarely met a man who could take part of him, let alone his whole fat, long cock. The average rectum is only about four inches long. Over the years, Bear found a few eager guys who could take his girth, but he always bottomed out with them. They weren't skilled enough to allow a long cock to turn the corner. It was for this reason that he usually was on bottom. He could take a dick and enjoy it. Being so huge, his asshole was very accommodating. He had never seen a cock like Buck's with that club-like wide spot. He shrugged and guessed it would be easy, given how short it was. Then Bear again turned his attention back to Buck, who was taking one for the team.

  Buck was extremely aroused, and it was all he could do to keep from coming hands free. Bear was a huge furry animal, pounding ever more intensely into his guts. Buck was proud of his ability to turn pain into pleasure. It reminded him of the weight room back at the barracks, where he learned to lift weights through the burn, which was always worse the second day. He learned a lot in that weight room. He would never be here today, in this musty barn, taking the hugest dick of his life, were it not for the training he received from his army buddies. But right now, he had to focus on giving Bear a good ride.

  Bear felt the stirrings of a climax in his belly. He looked down and watched his cock disappear completely inside Buck. It was arousing. It made Bear feel powerful, and talented, using the gift nature gave him to stretch this young man to his limits. The rush of power and domination was making him lightheaded. Maybe it was all the blood draining from his brain into his dick, but it was a great high. Buck looked into Bear’s eyes and moaned, “fuck me, Bear.”

  Those three words multiplied his sense of power and domination. He was deep inside this man who wanted him there enough to beg for it. Bear saw stars just before his floodgates opened, filling Buck from stem to stern with buttery white hot ejaculate. He pulled out his still shooting cock and sprayed Buck on his downy soft butt cheeks. Buck was so well-fucked, his anus gaped open, exposing Bear’s handiwork inside the boy. The come mingled with the sticky lube, leaking a pale sticky stream of fuck juice onto the sawdust covered barn floor. Bear lifted his still hard member and plunged it easily inside the well-fucked chute. Buck groaned with pleasure. His cock was at full attention. Bear stayed inside the boy, feeling the river of lube and come damming behind his flesh barricade. When he pulled out quickly, the suction brought a torrent of semen and lubricant with it. Buck cupped his hand and held some in reserve.

  Buck grinned and said, “Your turn.” Bear helped Buck down off the saddle.

  “I was gonna say the same thing.”

  The men looked around the barn for a suitable place to fuck. Buck wasn't tall enough to reach Bear on the saddle or standing up, for that matter.

  Buck didn't want to lose his hardon, so he slapped on the O B Lube and come in his cupped hand. He slicked up his meat and slowly jerked it.

  “Get on all fours” Buck ordered sternly.

  Bear laughed good naturedly then locked eyes with Buck. He was deadly serious.

  “You fucked me hard; I'm gonna fuck you like an animal.”

  Bear liked this game. He got on all fours and parted his thighs, revealing a tight pink butthole in a whirlpool of fur, framed by hairy butt cheeks, his pendulous cock dragging close to the ground.

  “I don't want to be gentle,” Buck breathed. “You ready for me now”?

  Bear had no time to protest or answer. In a flash, Buck had his little cock head inside Bear, and he plowed in right to his hips. He had loved every second of the brutal fuck Bear had given him, but he wanted to hurt him back. Not out of cruelty, but out of dignity. He had earned the right to turn it around.

  And indeed, Bear yelped in pain as the wine-bottle-thick part of Buck's ovoid manhood popped past his sphincter. And Buck didn't let up. He pulled and pushed the thickest part of his cock past Bear's tight ring, sending waves of pain shooting through his ass. He wanted so badly to beg Buck to stop, but that would mean he was the bigger pussy.

  Buck grinned with pleasure watching spontaneous tears of pain form in the corners of the eyes of his ‘cattle.’ He owned Bear right now. He wanted to brand him, to say, “this ass is mine.” But it was a fleeting desire.

  By now, Bear had gotten used to Buck's brutal thick spot, and he started to like it. The hairy man’s pendulous cock lifted away from the floor, but was too long and heavy to reach his hanging belly. The flashes of pain became like a rhythmic electric pulse. As Bear relaxed, he resisted the man less. His ass was used to the boy now.

  Buck felt disappointment, knowing that his cock couldn't brutalize Bear in the same way. Bear was big everywhere, even his asshole. So Buck took things up a notch.

  Coating his hand with O B Lube, he slipped out of Bear, then formed a four finger spear out of his fist. He put it next to Bear, and started to press in.

  Bear bucked like a bull. “Hey, we didn't talk about fists!”

  Buck responded with a sadistic grin, “That’s right. We didn’t.”

  Bear could turn around and deck this kid with very little effort.

  “Unless, of course, you aren't man enough to take my tiny little fist up your huge fuckhole.”

  Bear knew the psychological game Buck was playing, and decided to give in.

  “On one condition,” he asked, “lube me up good.”

  Buck squirted the bottle of O B Lube up inside the beast of a man. His hand slid in part way, despite moans of discomfort from the man on all fours. The O B Lube was so slick it would be very easy to punch into the man right now, but Buck knew he would get more pleasure and less blood if he took things slowly. He began thrusting his arm forward in a rhythmic motion. Each thrust got his hand a little further in, until he reached the widest part of his hand that traversed the thumb and pinky. Here he stayed, pushing gently, gently, until his whole hand slipped by Bear’s anal ring. The sphincter snapped shut on his wrist. Gently, Buck pulled his hand back towards him, causing Bear to pound the sawdust and howl.

  “Am I hurting you”? Buck asked innocently.

  Bear would never give him the pleasure of seeing him break. He shook his head and in a painful whisper, wheezed “It feels so fucking good.”

  Buck grinned wickedly and pulled his hand out with a popping sound softened only by the wet slurps of O B Lube. Immediately, he plunged his hand back in, all the way up to his wrist. After a couple more cruel entries and exits, Buck began the business
he had planned from the start.

  “We got a problem, Bear.”

  “We do”?

  “Yes,” Buck confirmed. I've got a cow and there's something up the birth canal that needs to be manipulated.”

  Bear knew he was the cow, but what else besides Buck's fist was in need of manual removal?

  In answer to his own question, Bear felt blinding white hot pain, as Buck began slipping his cock past his wrist, up inside the man.

  Bear whimpered and did his best to cover it up with a satisfied moan.

  Buck stopped. “I'm not hurting you, am I? I can always stop. Just say the word.”

  Bear’s pride trumped his pain. He adamantly shook his head no.

  Buck pulled his hand out far enough to grasp the tip of his dick, then pushed forward, pulling his thick tool inside the already stuffed man.

  Buck kept sliding and adjusting until his cock was firmly in his own hand up inside Bear.

  “The only way to get this breech birth of a cock out is to get it to shoot a load.”

  Bear grunted, adjusting and adapting to the pain with surprising ease. This was a day of firsts for him. First deep throat, first hip to ass penetration balls deep, and now first time a man had his fist and his cock inside him at the same time.

  Buck began stroking his cock inside the man. He had heard whispers of the taboo practice of fist-jacking, but he had never seen or tried it. It was satisfying hearing the cries of pain emanating from the monster he was fucking. He really wanted Bear to cry uncle, but it wasn't happening.

  Bear could feel Buck jerking his thick cock inside him. His guts were stretched in various directions as Buck yanked his meat in a frenzy. He hazarded a question, “is that calf still stuck”?

  “It’s loosening,” Buck answered. And it was. Buck was not going to be able to hold back for long. His strokes were tight and effective in the cramped flesh chamber where they were jammed. He looked down at Bear, bravely taking a fist and a fat dick at the same time. Despite what must be blinding pain, his soft moans sounded like pleasure. His giant dangling cock was leaking clear fluid. Buck reached down with his free hand and let a few drops of the precious liquid spill onto his finger. He licked it lovingly, surprised by the strong, manly taste.

  The pre-ejaculate was the last straw. Buck was jacking too fast to move back from the edge. He stopped and waited for the wave of pleasure to disperse so he could continue, but it didn’t. Maybe it was the taste of Bear’s seminal fluid, or maybe it was the sight and sound of this massive hunk moaning while taking him on all fours, but the combinations of scents, tastes, sights and sensations threw Buck over the edge.

  He pulled out very suddenly, causing Bear to suppress a scream. He jacked his semen all over the man’s gaping butthole.

  Bear felt the warm goo basting his hairy ass. He was so turned on, he shot another load on the floor without touching himself. Then he felt Buck slip his softening cock back inside his hole.

  “Round two”? He asked, greedily.

  Buck shook his head and emitted a sigh. Bear felt hot liquid filling his rectum and then his colon.

  Buck was letting loose a gushing stream of urine inside Bear. He had not relieved himself all day. The piss filled Bear and deepened his humiliation. Buck felt like he won the contest. Bear ran to the toilet to empty his bowels.

  Buck cleaned the O B Lube off his ass and put his clothes back on. He returned to the bunkhouse for a thorough shower.

  CHAPTER SEVEN - DICK

  Back at the bunkhouse, a stranger was inspecting the beds. Buck was surprised when the man whirled around and grinned. He was handsome, like how James Dean might have looked if he hadn't been in that car crash in California. The cocky man extended his hand and said, “You must be Buck. I'm Dick Burns, the owner of this ranch.”

  Buck shook his hand and smiled, “Right, you hired me.”

  He looked at Buck's O B Lube soaked clothes. “Breech birth”?

  “Yep, but I got it out.”

  “Good man.” Dick moved past him, apparently disinterested, and continued his tour of the digs.

  Dick Burns had never seen someone as handsome as Buck. It was all he could do to keep from drooling. It didn't help that the boy was making doe eyes at him. Dick was a handsome ranch owner, and he knew it. He had a certain effect on men...and women. But he didn't live in the Big Hole River Valley because he wanted to marry a woman. This was man’s country through and through.

  “Don’t let me keep you from washing up.”

  Buck nodded and walked obediently to the showers. He didn't bother closing the door, as always. The guys had no reason to be shy around one another. He looked down at his jeans and his t-shirt. Both were covered in lube and calve’s amniotic fluids. They were pretty bad. Later he would take them to the river and wash them. For now, he folded them and put his boots on top. As he washed the lube and other body fluids from his body and asshole, the floor of the shower grew slick. O B Lube was everywhere, and soap had only a limited effect. You just had to keep diluting it with water and hope it drained away. Buck took a misstep, and his feet came out from under him. He felt his head hit tile and then his lights went out.

  Dick heard a sharp crack from the shower room. He saw the handsome young man laid out like a patient on a table, unmoving. Dick rushed in and almost lost his own footing on the slick floor. He turned off the spigots and knelt to take Buck's pulse. His heartbeat was strong, and he was breathing. Good.

  He picked up the naked, unconscious Buck in his arms and carried him to his bunk. He laid him out and covered his lower body with a sheet.

  Buck awoke in his bunk to the smiling face of Dick Burns.

  “You whacked your head pretty bad, son. Must be that goddamn O B Lube. You gotta use salt to get it off.”

  Buck nodded, “It’s very slippery, sir.”

  Dick felt an automatic stirring in his loins when this young Adonis called him ‘sir.’

  “And you, son, are very lucky.” He winked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  There it was again, the blue eyed boy calling him ‘sir.’

  Buck's eyes were blurry at first, but they came to focus on Dick’s crotch. He saw it jump each time he called him ‘sir.’ He was having a similar reaction to being called ‘son.’. The sheet couldn’t hide it any more. Buck's cock was ballooning between his legs.

  Dick saw the growing mass and rubbed his chin. He was also getting hard now. It was more than a mere stirring. Buck reached for Dick’s crotch and rubbed the outline of his cock. It felt like a can of Coca Cola.

  “Sir, is this why they call you Dick Burns”?

  Dick laughed heartily, nodding yes. “Son, you have to be very experienced to handle a beer can cock. And it always burns.”

  “I’ll bet I can take it!” Buck boasted.

  “I'll bet I can take it...what.”

  “Sir. I can take it sir.” Buck threw off the sheet and lifted his legs skyward, spreading his beautiful butt cheeks to expose his slightly worn but willing hole.

  Dick needed no further invitation. He yanked down his jeans, his heavy cock springing to attention. He watched Buck for signs of fear or doubt. This was a brave cowboy. Dick parked his rotund cock head against the pink pucker. He spit on his finger and tested for resilience and friction by inserting it inside Buck up to the last knuckle. It was extremely slick.

  “Is that O B Lube up there?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You just might survive this,” Dick boasted. He didn't want to ask how the lube got there or why. He had his suspicions, and that was enough. Dick’s cock was exactly like a can of soda. It was a perfect cylinder from his pubes to the head. Only the rounded cock tip was not part of the cylinder. It was maybe a half inch of painless meat, followed by six inches of pure pain for any man or woman brave enough to try it. Dick didn’t care if it hurt, he always fucked them whether they wanted it or not.

  Dick pushed in the first half inch, meeting no resistance. This boy was talented.r />
  “You good, son?”

  Buck nodded. “Sir, yes sir!”

  Dick’s cock swelled a little more at Buck's obedient compliance.

  “Here comes the Burn,” Dick shoved until he could get his massive girth past Buck's sphincter. In he went, an inch or two, and waited for Buck to scream to pull it out. He found it was best to pull out once or twice before ignoring the screams.

  Buck was loose and sloppy, but Dick’s thick monster was stretching him tighter than he had imagined. He clawed at the sheets, feeling the notorious burn. He saw white lights dancing in front of his face. But Buck knew the game. Just wait and it will stop hurting. Dick asked him, “You need me to stop”?

  “Sir, no sir!” And as he said it, Buck felt Dick grow a little harder inside him.

  “Should I fuck you? You ain’t gonna hear your farts for a week.”

  “Fuck me, sir.”

  Dick obliged, sliding right to the back of Buck's rectal cavity, filling and stretching it. “How you like that, son”?

  “It burns, sir.”

  “What burns?”

  “Your dick burns, sir.”

  “Exactly.” And with that, Dick Burns began sliding back and forth like a locomotive, gathering speed gradually. He smiled down at Buck, whose rock hard cock was dripping prostate juice. Dick knew he was fucking this tenderfoot right. It was so rare to find a man who enjoyed getting fucked like this.

  Buck was in far more pain than he had planned for, but it was all trumped by the ecstatic pleasure of being so thoroughly, evenly filled with Dick’s manhood. And Dick had an instinctive urge to move in and out at ever increasing speed, which was intoxicating. Anytime Buck wanted to feel even more burn, all he had to do was say, “sir,” and Dick would momentarily swell up to his maximum girth. It was excruciating pleasure. It also seemed to bring Dick closer to climax.

  Buck could have let Dick fuck him senseless for hours if they were alone. Any minute, the team members would be walking in from their afternoon chores. Plus Buck was already pretty banged up inside and out; he didn't want to cripple himself. He began stroking himself and looking into Dick’s eyes. He repeated softly over and over, “fuck me sir, fuck me sir.”