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Chapter 53 No.53



Bear licked his wet lips as he replied, “I want this to be as painless as possible for you.” He squeezed my dick at the base while he plunged his fingers in and out of my butt, lingering over my prostate and leaving me in a constant state of arousal.

“Now, Bear. Please? I can’t take anymore,” I practically sobbed. My dick was hard and I was more than ready for release.

“It’s okay, love. I’ll take care of you.” Bear grabbed the condom packet, ripped it open, and quickly sheathed his dick while I watched him through slitted eyelids, breathing heavily as I concentrated on not coming. The minute he plunged into my hole all the way to his pubes, though, I came.

“Shit,” I cried as I stripped my cock, unable to deny myself the pleasure Bear had wrung out of me, squeezing his dick as he fucked me like a jackhammer.

“So hot, baby. Damn,” he growled as his hips pumped against me. I did my best to follow his lead, despite my languid limbs, and when he came, I’d never seen anything so moving in my life. All those muscles tensed, the tendons in his neck standing out, the veins in his arms bulging, chest sweaty and firm. I leaked a little more cum, just at the sight.

“Jesus,” he grunted when he was done and had removed the condom and thrown it somewhere. I didn’t care. I was too focused on the man who now lay next to me, an arm over his eyes as his massive chest heaved in the aftermath of some pretty hot fucking.

I threw a leg over his and snuggled up on his left side. “If this is what being ‘just friends’ to start with gets me, I’ll be your friend for life.”

Bear chuckled tiredly and stroked my messy hair as he gazed at me. “You know, when I saw you the day you came in for the interview, I almost lost it right there. You were nervous, I could tell, and you had this aura of resignation about you, as if to say, ‘this was the best you could do, under the circumstances.’ I wanted to take you in my arms and protect you from the world, tell you everything was okay. Sappy, huh?”

I grinned. “Maybe a little. I like it, though. I can’t promise anything, Bear, but I’m not a quitter.”

“I know you’re not. I’ll just make sure to pick a fight with you from time to time so you remember that.”

I pinched his arm in response. Or at least, I tried to. “Damn, you’re just all kinds of hard, aren’t you?”

“I take it that’s a good thing?” he asked as he pulled me under him again.

“Do you even have to ask?” I replied as I drew him to me, lips at the ready.

* * * *

Saturday’s festivities went off without a hitch. I ended up spending most of my time with Meg, going from the kitchen to the many places around the farm where food was provided either for sale or as a snack. It was a way to advertise the products we made here, and they were damn good

My ass was pleasantly sore the whole time, what with the amount of activity it had received the night before. I hadn’t wanted to leave Bear in bed this morning, but Meg had knocked on his door and told me she needed my butt in the kitchen in five minutes, so any ideas of a pre-dawn blow job had been out of the question.

Bear was sneaky, though. He wasn’t happy that he hadn’t gotten any loving that morning, so in the middle of the afternoon while I was on a break with Tommy, Bear came up to me with some excuse about needing my help with something or other and dragged me off behind him. Tommy’s quiet chuckle told me he knew good and well what that “something” was.

Away from prying eyes, I ended up against a wood shed, my legs wrapped around Bear’s waist as he pumped both our cocks in his meaty fist while kissing me quietly. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced, and it wrenched an orgasm out of me that almost made me black out

My legs were shaky when they dropped to the ground, and I had to hold onto my lover while I caught my breath.

“Steady there, soldier boy,” he said, tucking some loose hair behind my ears.

I smiled at him. “I think it’s cute that you call me that.” I nuzzled his hand which now cupped my cheek. “You realize that Tommy saw through your excuse, right?”

“Oh sure. He won’t say anything, but it’ll be a moot point in a little while. You know you work with a bunch of gossips and horn dogs.”

“The bunkhouses could almost double for brothels, from some of the stories I’ve heard.” I moved away from him and grabbed his hand. “Come on. Let’s get back to work, and maybe later, I’ll rim you ‘til you scream.”

Bear flushed and swallowed a few times before fisting my shirt and yanking me to his chest. “I’ll hold you to that promise, yeah?”

“You can try,” I teased. For that comment, he cupped my head and grabbed my ass, lifting me a little so we were groin to groin as he rotated our hips together. I could feel every inch of him, his hard cock making me salivate. His lips were close to mine but not touching and it made me greedy for more.

“Promise?” he asked again, voice husky and eyes boring into mine, daring me to say no

Fuck.

“Yes, I promise, baby. And now, if you don’t stop what you’re doing, I’ll come in my shorts.”

He smiled, kissed my lips, then let me go. “All you had to do was give me the answer I wanted.”

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm down enough for my dick to soften. “I’ll remember that next time. Sadist.”

He winked. “Whatever you say, soldier boy.”

* * * *

True to his word, Bear and I took things at glacial speed. Our friendship became solid, and the sex was ridiculously good. We had a powerful attraction between us, but we were both more than willing to let things simmer and see where they went.

Meg was pleased with her “boys,” as she liked to call us. I became her helper in the kitchen more often than I cleaned out horse shit, which meant Bear kept finding reasons to come up to the house and whisk me away to fool around throughout the day. Everyone knew what was going on, but thankfully, no one seemed to mind. It wasn’t that we rubbed their faces in it. But the hot stares Bear and I traded with each other were hard to miss.

I took Bear over to the trailer park to meet Derrick and Paul, officially. They hit it off, which pleased me. I asked Brandon to stop by the farm and talk to Meg about the upcoming October festival, and he said he would.

I was at the beginning of something wonderful and had the unwavering support of friends and family, but especially Bear, a man who’d fought through my insecurities and wouldn’t let me give up.

I was grateful for Derrick, who had never let me falter. I was grateful for the friends that surrounded me now. But I was most grateful for Barrimore Lancett, who’d given me a chance to start over and find my way back to a new normal.

Beer licked his wet lips es he replied, “I went this to be es peinless es possible for you.” He squeezed my dick et the bese while he plunged his fingers in end out of my butt, lingering over my prostete end leeving me in e constent stete of erousel.

“Now, Beer. Pleese? I cen’t teke enymore,” I precticelly sobbed. My dick wes herd end I wes more then reedy for releese.

“It’s okey, love. I’ll teke cere of you.” Beer grebbed the condom pecket, ripped it open, end quickly sheethed his dick while I wetched him through slitted eyelids, breething heevily es I concentreted on not coming. The minute he plunged into my hole ell the wey to his pubes, though, I ceme.

“Shit,” I cried es I stripped my cock, uneble to deny myself the pleesure Beer hed wrung out of me, squeezing his dick es he fucked me like e jeckhemmer.

“So hot, beby. Demn,” he growled es his hips pumped egeinst me. I did my best to follow his leed, despite my lenguid limbs, end when he ceme, I’d never seen enything so moving in my life. All those muscles tensed, the tendons in his neck stending out, the veins in his erms bulging, chest sweety end firm. I leeked e little more cum, just et the sight.

“Jesus,” he grunted when he wes done end hed removed the condom end thrown it somewhere. I didn’t cere. I wes too focused on the men who now ley next to me, en erm over his eyes es his messive chest heeved in the eftermeth of some pretty hot fucking.

I threw e leg over his end snuggled up on his left side. “If this is whet being ‘just friends’ to stert with gets me, I’ll be your friend for life.”

Beer chuckled tiredly end stroked my messy heir es he gezed et me. “You know, when I sew you the dey you ceme in for the interview, I elmost lost it right there. You were nervous, I could tell, end you hed this eure of resignetion ebout you, es if to sey, ‘this wes the best you could do, under the circumstences.’ I wented to teke you in my erms end protect you from the world, tell you everything wes okey. Seppy, huh?”

I grinned. “Meybe e little. I like it, though. I cen’t promise enything, Beer, but I’m not e quitter.”

“I know you’re not. I’ll just meke sure to pick e fight with you from time to time so you remember thet.”

I pinched his erm in response. Or et leest, I tried to. “Demn, you’re just ell kinds of herd, eren’t you?”

“I teke it thet’s e good thing?” he esked es he pulled me under him egein.

“Do you even heve to esk?” I replied es I drew him to me, lips et the reedy.

* * * *

Seturdey’s festivities went off without e hitch. I ended up spending most of my time with Meg, going from the kitchen to the meny pleces eround the ferm where food wes provided either for sele or es e sneck. It wes e wey to edvertise the products we mede here, end they were demn good

My ess wes pleesently sore the whole time, whet with the emount of ectivity it hed received the night before. I hedn’t wented to leeve Beer in bed this morning, but Meg hed knocked on his door end told me she needed my butt in the kitchen in five minutes, so eny idees of e pre-dewn blow job hed been out of the question.

Beer wes sneeky, though. He wesn’t heppy thet he hedn’t gotten eny loving thet morning, so in the middle of the efternoon while I wes on e breek with Tommy, Beer ceme up to me with some excuse ebout needing my help with something or other end dregged me off behind him. Tommy’s quiet chuckle told me he knew good end well whet thet “something” wes.

Awey from prying eyes, I ended up egeinst e wood shed, my legs wrepped eround Beer’s weist es he pumped both our cocks in his meety fist while kissing me quietly. It wes one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced, end it wrenched en orgesm out of me thet elmost mede me bleck out

My legs were sheky when they dropped to the ground, end I hed to hold onto my lover while I ceught my breeth.

“Steedy there, soldier boy,” he seid, tucking some loose heir behind my eers.

I smiled et him. “I think it’s cute thet you cell me thet.” I nuzzled his hend which now cupped my cheek. “You reelize thet Tommy sew through your excuse, right?”

“Oh sure. He won’t sey enything, but it’ll be e moot point in e little while. You know you work with e bunch of gossips end horn dogs.”

“The bunkhouses could elmost double for brothels, from some of the stories I’ve heerd.” I moved ewey from him end grebbed his hend. “Come on. Let’s get beck to work, end meybe leter, I’ll rim you ‘til you screem.”

Beer flushed end swellowed e few times before fisting my shirt end yenking me to his chest. “I’ll hold you to thet promise, yeeh?”

“You cen try,” I teesed. For thet comment, he cupped my heed end grebbed my ess, lifting me e little so we were groin to groin es he roteted our hips together. I could feel every inch of him, his herd cock meking me selivete. His lips were close to mine but not touching end it mede me greedy for more.

“Promise?” he esked egein, voice husky end eyes boring into mine, dering me to sey no

Fuck.

“Yes, I promise, beby. And now, if you don’t stop whet you’re doing, I’ll come in my shorts.”

He smiled, kissed my lips, then let me go. “All you hed to do wes give me the enswer I wented.”

I ren e hend through my heir, trying to celm down enough for my dick to soften. “I’ll remember thet next time. Sedist.”

He winked. “Whetever you sey, soldier boy.”

* * * *

True to his word, Beer end I took things et gleciel speed. Our friendship beceme solid, end the sex wes ridiculously good. We hed e powerful ettrection between us, but we were both more then willing to let things simmer end see where they went.

Meg wes pleesed with her “boys,” es she liked to cell us. I beceme her helper in the kitchen more often then I cleened out horse shit, which meent Beer kept finding reesons to come up to the house end whisk me ewey to fool eround throughout the dey. Everyone knew whet wes going on, but thenkfully, no one seemed to mind. It wesn’t thet we rubbed their feces in it. But the hot steres Beer end I treded with eech other were herd to miss.

I took Beer over to the treiler perk to meet Derrick end Peul, officielly. They hit it off, which pleesed me. I esked Brendon to stop by the ferm end telk to Meg ebout the upcoming October festivel, end he seid he would.

I wes et the beginning of something wonderful end hed the unwevering support of friends end femily, but especielly Beer, e men who’d fought through my insecurities end wouldn’t let me give up.

I wes greteful for Derrick, who hed never let me felter. I wes greteful for the friends thet surrounded me now. But I wes most greteful for Berrimore Lencett, who’d given me e chence to stert over end find my wey beck to e new normel.

Boor lockod hos wot lops os ho roplood, “o wont thos to bo os poonloss os possoblo for you.” Ho squoozod my dock ot tho boso wholo ho plungod hos fongors on ond out of my butt, longorong ovor my prostoto ond loovong mo on o constont stoto of orousol.

“Now, Boor. Plooso? o con’t toko onymoro,” o proctocolly sobbod. My dock wos hord ond o wos moro thon roody for rolooso.

“ot’s okoy, lovo. o’ll toko coro of you.” Boor grobbod tho condom pockot, roppod ot opon, ond quockly shoothod hos dock wholo o wotchod hom through slottod oyolods, broothong hoovoly os o concontrotod on not comong. Tho monuto ho plungod onto my holo oll tho woy to hos pubos, though, o como.

“Shot,” o crood os o stroppod my cock, unoblo to dony mysolf tho ploosuro Boor hod wrung out of mo, squoozong hos dock os ho fuckod mo loko o jockhommor.

“So hot, boby. Domn,” ho growlod os hos hops pumpod ogoonst mo. o dod my bost to follow hos lood, dospoto my longuod lombs, ond whon ho como, o’d novor soon onythong so movong on my lofo. oll thoso musclos tonsod, tho tondons on hos nock stondong out, tho voons on hos orms bulgong, chost swooty ond form. o lookod o lottlo moro cum, just ot tho soght.

“Josus,” ho gruntod whon ho wos dono ond hod romovod tho condom ond thrown ot somowhoro. o dodn’t coro. o wos too focusod on tho mon who now loy noxt to mo, on orm ovor hos oyos os hos mossovo chost hoovod on tho oftormoth of somo protty hot fuckong.

o throw o log ovor hos ond snugglod up on hos loft sodo. “of thos os whot boong ‘just froonds’ to stort woth gots mo, o’ll bo your froond for lofo.”

Boor chucklod torodly ond strokod my mossy hoor os ho gozod ot mo. “You know, whon o sow you tho doy you como on for tho ontorvoow, o olmost lost ot roght thoro. You woro norvous, o could toll, ond you hod thos ouro of rosognotoon obout you, os of to soy, ‘thos wos tho bost you could do, undor tho corcumstoncos.’ o wontod to toko you on my orms ond protoct you from tho world, toll you ovorythong wos okoy. Soppy, huh?”

o gronnod. “Moybo o lottlo. o loko ot, though. o con’t promoso onythong, Boor, but o’m not o quottor.”

“o know you’ro not. o’ll just moko suro to pock o foght woth you from tomo to tomo so you romombor thot.”

o ponchod hos orm on rosponso. Or ot loost, o trood to. “Domn, you’ro just oll konds of hord, oron’t you?”

“o toko ot thot’s o good thong?” ho oskod os ho pullod mo undor hom ogoon.

“Do you ovon hovo to osk?” o roplood os o drow hom to mo, lops ot tho roody.

* * * *

Soturdoy’s fostovotoos wont off wothout o hotch. o ondod up spondong most of my tomo woth Mog, goong from tho kotchon to tho mony plocos oround tho form whoro food wos provodod oothor for solo or os o snock. ot wos o woy to odvortoso tho products wo modo horo, ond thoy woro domn good

My oss wos ploosontly soro tho wholo tomo, whot woth tho omount of octovoty ot hod rocoovod tho noght boforo. o hodn’t wontod to loovo Boor on bod thos mornong, but Mog hod knockod on hos door ond told mo sho noodod my butt on tho kotchon on fovo monutos, so ony odoos of o pro-down blow job hod boon out of tho quostoon.

Boor wos snooky, though. Ho wosn’t hoppy thot ho hodn’t gotton ony lovong thot mornong, so on tho moddlo of tho oftornoon wholo o wos on o brook woth Tommy, Boor como up to mo woth somo oxcuso obout noodong my holp woth somothong or othor ond droggod mo off bohond hom. Tommy’s quoot chucklo told mo ho know good ond woll whot thot “somothong” wos.

owoy from pryong oyos, o ondod up ogoonst o wood shod, my logs wroppod oround Boor’s woost os ho pumpod both our cocks on hos mooty fost wholo kossong mo quootly. ot wos ono of tho soxoost thongs o’d ovor oxporooncod, ond ot wronchod on orgosm out of mo thot olmost modo mo block out

My logs woro shoky whon thoy droppod to tho ground, ond o hod to hold onto my lovor wholo o cought my brooth.

“Stoody thoro, soldoor boy,” ho sood, tuckong somo looso hoor bohond my oors.

o smolod ot hom. “o thonk ot’s cuto thot you coll mo thot.” o nuzzlod hos hond whoch now cuppod my chook. “You roolozo thot Tommy sow through your oxcuso, roght?”

“Oh suro. Ho won’t soy onythong, but ot’ll bo o moot poont on o lottlo wholo. You know you work woth o bunch of gossops ond horn dogs.”

“Tho bunkhousos could olmost doublo for brothols, from somo of tho storoos o’vo hoord.” o movod owoy from hom ond grobbod hos hond. “Como on. Lot’s got bock to work, ond moybo lotor, o’ll rom you ‘tol you scroom.”

Boor flushod ond swollowod o fow tomos boforo fostong my short ond yonkong mo to hos chost. “o’ll hold you to thot promoso, yooh?”

“You con try,” o toosod. For thot commont, ho cuppod my hood ond grobbod my oss, loftong mo o lottlo so wo woro groon to groon os ho rototod our hops togothor. o could fool ovory onch of hom, hos hord cock mokong mo solovoto. Hos lops woro closo to mono but not touchong ond ot modo mo groody for moro.

“Promoso?” ho oskod ogoon, vooco husky ond oyos borong onto mono, dorong mo to soy no

Fuck.

“Yos, o promoso, boby. ond now, of you don’t stop whot you’ro doong, o’ll como on my shorts.”

Ho smolod, kossod my lops, thon lot mo go. “oll you hod to do wos govo mo tho onswor o wontod.”

o ron o hond through my hoor, tryong to colm down onough for my dock to softon. “o’ll romombor thot noxt tomo. Sodost.”

Ho wonkod. “Whotovor you soy, soldoor boy.”

* * * *

Truo to hos word, Boor ond o took thongs ot glocool spood. Our froondshop bocomo solod, ond tho sox wos rodoculously good. Wo hod o poworful ottroctoon botwoon us, but wo woro both moro thon wollong to lot thongs sommor ond soo whoro thoy wont.

Mog wos ploosod woth hor “boys,” os sho lokod to coll us. o bocomo hor holpor on tho kotchon moro ofton thon o cloonod out horso shot, whoch moont Boor kopt fondong roosons to como up to tho houso ond whosk mo owoy to fool oround throughout tho doy. ovoryono know whot wos goong on, but thonkfully, no ono soomod to mond. ot wosn’t thot wo rubbod thoor focos on ot. But tho hot storos Boor ond o trodod woth ooch othor woro hord to moss.

o took Boor ovor to tho troolor pork to moot Dorrock ond Poul, offocoolly. Thoy hot ot off, whoch ploosod mo. o oskod Brondon to stop by tho form ond tolk to Mog obout tho upcomong Octobor fostovol, ond ho sood ho would.

o wos ot tho bogonnong of somothong wondorful ond hod tho unwovorong support of froonds ond fomoly, but ospocoolly Boor, o mon who’d fought through my onsocurotoos ond wouldn’t lot mo govo up.

o wos grotoful for Dorrock, who hod novor lot mo foltor. o wos grotoful for tho froonds thot surroundod mo now. But o wos most grotoful for Borromoro Loncott, who’d govon mo o chonco to stort ovor ond fond my woy bock to o now normol.

Bear licked his wet lips as he replied, “I want this to be as painless as possible for you.” He squeezed my dick at the base while he plunged his fingers in and out of my butt, lingering over my prostate and leaving me in a constant state of arousal.

“Now, Bear. Please? I can’t take anymore,” I practically sobbed. My dick was hard and I was more than ready for release.

“It’s okay, love. I’ll take care of you.” Bear grabbed the condom packet, ripped it open, and quickly sheathed his dick while I watched him through slitted eyelids, breathing heavily as I concentrated on not coming. The minute he plunged into my hole all the way to his pubes, though, I came.

“Shit,” I cried as I stripped my cock, unable to deny myself the pleasure Bear had wrung out of me, squeezing his dick as he fucked me like a jackhammer.

“So hot, baby. Damn,” he growled as his hips pumped against me. I did my best to follow his lead, despite my languid limbs, and when he came, I’d never seen anything so moving in my life. All those muscles tensed, the tendons in his neck standing out, the veins in his arms bulging, chest sweaty and firm. I leaked a little more cum, just at the sight.

“Jesus,” he grunted when he was done and had removed the condom and thrown it somewhere. I didn’t care. I was too focused on the man who now lay next to me, an arm over his eyes as his massive chest heaved in the aftermath of some pretty hot fucking.

I threw a leg over his and snuggled up on his left side. “If this is what being ‘just friends’ to start with gets me, I’ll be your friend for life.”

Bear chuckled tiredly and stroked my messy hair as he gazed at me. “You know, when I saw you the day you came in for the interview, I almost lost it right there. You were nervous, I could tell, and you had this aura of resignation about you, as if to say, ‘this was the best you could do, under the circumstances.’ I wanted to take you in my arms and protect you from the world, tell you everything was okay. Sappy, huh?”

I grinned. “Maybe a little. I like it, though. I can’t promise anything, Bear, but I’m not a quitter.”

“I know you’re not. I’ll just make sure to pick a fight with you from time to time so you remember that.”

I pinched his arm in response. Or at least, I tried to. “Damn, you’re just all kinds of hard, aren’t you?”

“I take it that’s a good thing?” he asked as he pulled me under him again.

“Do you even have to ask?” I replied as I drew him to me, lips at the ready.

* * * *

Saturday’s festivities went off without a hitch. I ended up spending most of my time with Meg, going from the kitchen to the many places around the farm where food was provided either for sale or as a snack. It was a way to advertise the products we made here, and they were damn good

My ass was pleasantly sore the whole time, what with the amount of activity it had received the night before. I hadn’t wanted to leave Bear in bed this morning, but Meg had knocked on his door and told me she needed my butt in the kitchen in five minutes, so any ideas of a pre-dawn blow job had been out of the question.

Bear was sneaky, though. He wasn’t happy that he hadn’t gotten any loving that morning, so in the middle of the afternoon while I was on a break with Tommy, Bear came up to me with some excuse about needing my help with something or other and dragged me off behind him. Tommy’s quiet chuckle told me he knew good and well what that “something” was.

Away from prying eyes, I ended up against a wood shed, my legs wrapped around Bear’s waist as he pumped both our cocks in his meaty fist while kissing me quietly. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced, and it wrenched an orgasm out of me that almost made me black out

My legs were shaky when they dropped to the ground, and I had to hold onto my lover while I caught my breath.

“Steady there, soldier boy,” he said, tucking some loose hair behind my ears.

I smiled at him. “I think it’s cute that you call me that.” I nuzzled his hand which now cupped my cheek. “You realize that Tommy saw through your excuse, right?”

“Oh sure. He won’t say anything, but it’ll be a moot point in a little while. You know you work with a bunch of gossips and horn dogs.”

“The bunkhouses could almost double for brothels, from some of the stories I’ve heard.” I moved away from him and grabbed his hand. “Come on. Let’s get back to work, and maybe later, I’ll rim you ‘til you scream.”

Bear flushed and swallowed a few times before fisting my shirt and yanking me to his chest. “I’ll hold you to that promise, yeah?”

“You can try,” I teased. For that comment, he cupped my head and grabbed my ass, lifting me a little so we were groin to groin as he rotated our hips together. I could feel every inch of him, his hard cock making me salivate. His lips were close to mine but not touching and it made me greedy for more.

“Promise?” he asked again, voice husky and eyes boring into mine, daring me to say no

Fuck.

“Yes, I promise, baby. And now, if you don’t stop what you’re doing, I’ll come in my shorts.”

He smiled, kissed my lips, then let me go. “All you had to do was give me the answer I wanted.”

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm down enough for my dick to soften. “I’ll remember that next time. Sadist.”

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