A Bird In The Hand... (cont.)
I was dreaming, snuggling with Barry. Everything was back to the way it use to be. He was smooth and cool lying next to me. His leg was pined under mine as I rolled into him and started rubbing my cock on his thigh. My arm rested across his body, hugging him. I told him I was sorry, I loved him. I told him I needed him. His hand was shaking me . . .
"Jack. Jack. It's not Barry. Jack." I looked at him. I blinked. I was awake. I was wrapped around Terry, holding him in a death grip.
"Sorry. I just couldn't let you go on thinking I was Barry. It made me feel cheap. It wasn't fair to you. You do love him, don't you." Terry was just stating a fact, his voice soft and low.
"I think so. I don't know." Terry started to roll away. His shorts were off. "Don't," I said hugging him back against me. "Kiss me again. Make love to me. Let me make love to you."
"What about Barry?"
"You're here. He's there. I'm here. I'll deal with it later. Right now is right now . . . and . . . I want you. I want you to want me."
"You sure? I told you, I've wanted you to fuck me since the minute you walked in the office. If this happens it happens. No strings? No regrets? No complications?" He had turned back in facing me, had that look in his eyes. Fire, passion, wanting. But, he was holding back. "Just don't fuck up your life over a roll in the hay with a horny Park Ranger. I don't want that on my head."
"Terry," I said, putting my fingers over his lips. "I'm doing the asking, so shut the fuck up and help me get out of these shorts. I assume you came prepared, since this seduction was planned?"
"Rodger, Jack-o." He sat up reached into his pack and pulled out a box of condoms and a half used KY tube. Then he eagerly helped me work my walkers down and off.
Handing me a condom he lay down on his stomach. I laid my hand on his firm white butt. "So this is a frequent occurrence?"
"Not actually, Jack. I don't chase just anything in pants. Don't chase, actually. Oh, that?" he said as I held up the tube. "I like a slick hand job when I'm up here alone. Honest, it isn't virgin, but I don't go around waving my ass in the air."
"We'll see," I muttered, busy anointing his puckered hole. His ass twitched each time I touched him. I ripped into the foil packet.
Rolling on the rubber carefully, down the length of my dick's hard shaft, I added a quarter inch squeeze from the KY onto the head of my rubber suited ass riveter. Spreading his legs I crawled in between and eased down. Well, he sure wasn't a virgin. His rectum almost sucked in my cock as I pressed against it. It slid in easily, accepted eagerly.
He wasn't a total butt slut either. It was firm and tight, knowledgeable, not overused. I felt him contact his ass cheeks and swiveled my hips in answer. We quickly hit a steady pulsing beat, my pole rooting in him deeper as I tugged his hips, adjusting my stroke for maximum pleasures -- his and mine.
Quickly he was thrashing beneath me, crying for more, shoving back vigorously each time I stroked into him. "Fuck me, Jack! Cram it in! Fill my ass! Oh . . . Fuck . . . yes . . . more!"
Vocal son of a bitch. He just kept humping back against me. "Good, baby. Good! Harder! Oh, hell! Jack! Fuck me HARDER! Ah-h-h-h --h . . . I'm cumming! I'm cu-m-m-m-m-ming . . . oh-h-h-h-h-h-a-a-a. Don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Pump my ass, baby." He was shaking, bucking back hard, pressing his ass firmly onto my thrusting prick. My balls smacking against his.
"Sorry, baby. Lost my load . . . keep driving . . . keep driving. Damn! Give me . . . more! Oh-g-g-a! More!"
Just feeling his reactions, hearing his outbursts fired my desire even more. I felt the constrictions when he climaxed. Somehow he kept them coming, pulsing, grasping my cock firmly and I stroked in and out. I began to shiver myself as my sex fever mounted. My entire pelvic area was throbbing. Little needles were stabbing me all over down there. I was bobbing my ass even faster, crying out in response to him.
"Take it, Ranger boy. Take that dick! It's . . . there! There!" I was crushing him in my arms, tugging and pushing, tugging and pushing. No way could I stop. My hips drove my hot prick deep one more time and stared shuddering, trying violently to force it further into him. No place to go. My cock pulsed firmer. Its head was swollen, on fire with friction and desire as it exploded.
Wrenched from my gut my orgasm swelled and filled me. It poured out that little slit on the end of my cock, expanding the latex balloon, filling it, filling him, overflowing, screaming out of my mouth, loud. long, begging the fire to stop, never stop.
I kept humping, wanting more. Gradually I grew still, softening. He was whimpering below me. I pressed down, drawing his legs under mine, comforting him with my body, kissing his neck. I nuzzled his ear, whispering praises, lover words.
I grasped that rubber firmly as I pulled free. Load four of the day looked to be just as voluminous as any other. This was amazing. Terry rolled over and caught me inspecting the evidence.
"Gee-sh. I could have got pregnant with the dumped free in my bum hole. Wouldn't that be a blast. Well, actually, it was a blast, just well contained." He snorted. I started chuckling. This guy was a clown, a sexy, hunky, lovable clown. I held the evidence high, rolled into him and kissed him, hard.
"Want a souvenir?" I asked, waving the rubber over his head.
"Fuck off, you . . you prick!" he exclaimed.
"Already did. Right up your ass. How quick you forget. Didn't I please you? You don't want this, then? Well then pardon me." With that I crawled out of the tent and flung the spent rubber and its content into the bushes.
"Hey! No littering. It's illegal," he said, poking his head out.
"And what we've been doing all day isn't? Don't let your badge go to your head, Ranger." I leaned down shaking a finger in his face.
He grabbed hold and pulled. "Get your ass back in here, Jack."
We tussled. Being a nice guy, I let him win. Back in the tent he was wadding up the towel that had been under him. Using a corner he wiped me off and tossed it down by his pack.
"Hey, old man. It's your turn at bat. Think you can get it up one more time?" I grinned and cringed away as he grabbed for me.
"You young fucking ass hole. I'll show you.!"
"You'll have to," I replied and let out a scream as he got his hand on my balls and squeezed, hard. I went for him and we were soon grab assing, rolling around so wildly we almost tore the tent down on top of us. After a good five minutes of struggling we collapsed, holding on to each other, laughing again.
Looking at him with his sparking eyes, that smile, that hair, that body, I wondered if there really was a reason to go back to Richmond. Calm down Jackson. Like Terry had said, this was just a no strings, no regrets, no complications meeting of two hungry souls.
He was wedged on top of me, his waist caught between my legs in a scissors hold. Suddenly I realized this old stud was ready. I mean he was fiercely ready, his firm cock already prodding against my buttocks. I turned loose and he pulled my legs up on his shoulders. Leaning in he massaged my body with his hands. His dick kept rubbing up and down that opening between my ass cheeks.
With me pinned in position he wasted no time. Another rubber was ripped loose. Cool lubrication anointed both of us.
"O.K. you smart mouthed young squirt. Ready for a lesson on how a real man fucks?"
"Like you were so turned off when I was humping your ass, ol' man."
He swung and smacked me hard on my butt cheek. It stung like hell. It felt good. My cock stiffened.
"Ready?"
"Do your best, ol' man. Show me how the Rangers do it." Whack. His hand landed on my other cheek. Oh, wow. This was different from pinching tit.
Do what, youngster?"
Fuck me, you . . . " I kept silent. He still landed another one, burning into the same spot he smacked the first time.
"As me nice, youngster. Understand, Jack?"
"Yes, sir. I think so, sir. Please. Fuck me, sir. FUCK ME. PLEASE!"
"Better." With that he plunged in full force. His rod drove in through my sphincter muscle in one steady shove. At the end he was buried to the hilt, his cock hairs scrubbing on my butt.
I gasped as he penetrated, yelped as he started in and turned that yelp into a long high pitched cry that ended in a moan of pleasure when he hit bottom. Fuck. I couldn't move. His cock had grown twice as long and twice as wide as it slammed into me. He started humping, twisting his hips, searching for a way to drive in deeper, not rocking back an inch.
"Oh, shit. Terry, you . . . you are . . . wicked . . . wicked," I grunted.
"Good, hu?" He looked down at me with that light in his eyes, his grin wide. Then he stuck out his tongue. "Just getting started, youngster. Here's lesson two."
He planted his arms outside my legs and slowly, very slowly pushed me forward with his chest. At the same time he pulled back, sliding out, inch by inch. When I thought he would stop to begin another drive, he continued. He pulled clear out. I was empty. When his prick's head popped free I let out a moan.
"No-o-o-o!" I wailed.
We went through the slapping routine again. I said 'please' and 'sir' the second time and he drove straight in as quickly and deliberately as before. This time he only bucked a couple of times and then started back out. It was agony. A slow, steady withdrawal I didn't want. He pulled free. This time I was ready with the right words.
Please, fuck me again, sir," I begged. He plunged that cock in, bounced at the bottom and started back up. Again and again I asked and received as he bore into my soul. He was like a fucking machine. Hell, he was a fucking machine. 'Please' -- in quick . . . out slow, 'please' -- in quick . . . out slow. I was going mad with desire. Every stroke set every sensitive nerve inside my body tingling. Delicious agony. I couldn't escape. Couldn't change his pace. . . but then, I hadn't tried.
I started working with him. I pushed against his driving in, pulling with his sliding out, tensing my butt, grasping his rod. He started moaning and appreciative, affirmative hum which changed to low gasps of 'yes, baby' when I started adding little hip moves. I wiggled, side to side, up and down, in lazy dick tugging circles.
"Now you got it, Jack. Go, baby!"
I was a quick learner. The next time he popped free I added to my plea and was rewarded. All I did was add one word before the 'sir'. "Please fuck me again, faster, sir," I gasped.
"Good boy. It'll be my pleasure, baby. And yours." He grinned. This time he bounced on my ass with a body slam and drew back double time. Barely leaving my hole he rammed home with a grunt and with a breathy 'Ye-a-a-a, baby,' we parted. The pace quickened more with each forward charge. I knew I was feeling him high inside me, rubbing his cock's head between my ribs. I was having difficulty getting my full speech out. I thrust with him, wanting him deeper, wanting to feel him shoving into my throat from the other end. He wasn't waiting to be asked any more. He wasn't pulling clear out.
Now it was just "Fuck me . . . Faster, sir . . . Ug-g-ah . . . Deeper . . . Faster . . . Please . . .G-o-o-o . . . Sir . . .Fuck . . . A-u -u -u . . . Please . . . Fast . . ." My pleas shorter, louder, closer as we trembled together. I couldn't control my hands. I was pinching his nipples, grabbing mine and pulling, stroking my cock, reaching between us and squeezing his balls, then mine. I did anything to make him fuck harder, faster.
One hand settled over my glistening wet dickhead. I gave it a savage twist and started jacking wildly. I fired off without expecting it. My body was so tingly, thrashing and throbbing, climax was just another wave of sensations. My cum gushed, globing on my throat, running down off my shoulders from the top of my chest, dripping on my abdomen. The fire continued burning in my gut. My ass clinched around his pulsing rod. We were both grunting and moaning, unable anymore to utter meaningful speech.
He cried out. He was shoving, driving, pushing, burying himself within me, shuddering. His cry became a triumphant yell as his cock filled me, expanding, ripping my ass hole wide. It grew, filling my chest, crushing my lungs. I was gasping, gnawing on air with my teeth, trying to cough it up, bring it out where I could return the pleasurable pain. His cry died in his throat as my insides exploded.
I shattered, pieces flying, ripping holes in the tent, rocketing high into the afternoon sky. I was one. I was many. I was burning hot. I was icy cold. I was floating, watching this gigantic penis poking up through a hole in this tent below me. It grew bigger, longer, it's shimmering slick head pressing into my gut pinning me against the sky. It grew. It hurt. It was crushing me. My flesh melted and it was inside, filling me, killing me.
With one last mammoth lunge Terry lay still clutching me as his body continued to spasm. My legs moved down to lock around his holding him tight. He started again softly humping as his cock shriveled and fell free. I grasped his head and gave him a long, lingering kiss.
"Never had that much fun with lessons in school," I said softly, running my tongue around a bronze ear, nibbling his lobe.
He responded with another pumping shove of his hips, a wiggle and a pleasant sounding moaning sigh. His eyes were closed, while a broad smile curled his lips. We snuggled, squishing, gently kissing, both not wanting to move or talk.
I knew what I had to do. I just didn't want to break the spell. I was warm, content, his body blanketing me. Finally I got the courage to speak.
"Terry. I've got to go. I mean back to Richmond. Now. There are things to get settled with Barry. I could stay. I even want to stay. . . . tonight, another day or two. But that's just postponing what has to be done. You and my ghost from last night sure made this trip memorable. And you . . . " I kissed him on his cheek. " . . . you have made me do some thinking."
We didn't say anything more. He helped me pack up and get everything back to the pickup. I got in and rolled down the window. He reached up and squeezed my arm.
"You be careful. Remember, I'm here if you need me, want me." He was still waving, standing at the side of the road the last time I looked back.
So, after just one night and one day in the mountains of Virginia I had proof positive that a bird in the hand can never compare to two birds in the bush, at least when you're dealing with naked jay birds.
I also know that Barry better be damn glad to see me or I'm taking off to become a mountain man's man.
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