I was sleeping one cool summer night in the Canadian wilderness when I suddenly hear twigs breaking and see a light flashing against my tent, like that produced by a flashlight. Whoever it is, they are coming closer and closer.
Then I hear, "Hello, is anyone in there? I've lost my horse and need a place to sleep. Hello? Don't be afraid, my name is Mounty Mick."
Dazed and bewildered, I stagger out of my tent, clad only in a jockstrap and a pair of thick woolen socks. It is drizzling and the cold Canadian breeze makes my nipples erect sending shivers up my spine.
"What is it?" I say still not quite awake. I stare into the beam of his flashlight, trying to see who my late night visitor might be. Mick moves the beam of his torch downwards until it points at my groin and it is then that I catch a glimpse of him.
A Mounty, dressed in red and black, his boots glistening in the scattering light. He repeats that his horse has bolted and that he needs somewhere to stay for the night, and adds that there is a likelihood of rather bad weather.
Moving my attention from his boots, I am now quite aware of the cute man standing before me; my cock responding to the sight of him in front of me. I follow his gaze down to my groin, then he looks at me with a playful knowing grin.
"Yeah, okay," I say knowing that my corrupt little mind has already gone into overdrive.
He responds by shaking my hand. It feels strong and reassuring and we both head back into the tent.
"By the way, my name is Wade, Wade Schnibbe. What was yours again? I didn't quite catch it the first time."
"Mick's my name, Mick ManBear. Can you help me get my boots off?"
"Be glad to!" I start moving between his feet and help Mick remove his boots. Looking upwards, I eagerly eye his basket which looks full and inviting. I’m getting different views of it as we try to get his boots off within the confines of the small tent. Trying to gain my balance, I collapse into his lap.
After we remove his boots, Mick gets up and heads outside to my dismay. I see him standing in front of me sporting a big ass grin! I can see that he has a dirty blond mustache and hair, green eyes, and a stubbly beard. He looks to be about six feet tall and two hundred and twenty pounds and there is a tuft of fur sprouting from the collar of his shirt, which has its top button unbuttoned.
Mick scans me over and grins, "You know that you will catch pneumonia in those cloths! Besides, there are wild snakes around here that will sneak into your sleeping bag for warmth, you don't want to be caught without any protection." Mick glances down at the growing bulge in his trousers, then back to me.
He starts looking around for stones and finds a flattened one and starts digging a hole about five feet away from my tent. He then encircles the pit with stones and takes some twigs and branches in which to build a campfire. After about a half hour of trying, he manages to get a nice fire going.
"Do you have a spare blanket and some rope? My cloths are drenched and I need to dry them by the fire." As he finishes saying this, he removes his hat, coat, belt, shirt, trousers, and finally socks and tie. All that he is wearing now is a red union suit and I notice a nice broad chest, cuddly bear tummy, and his little buddy at attention.
Mick says, "I need to dry my underwear to. Thanks for the blanket."
Mounty Mick starts unbuttoning his union suit down the front and steps out of it, proudly displaying his manhood for all to see. I manage to get a full view before he covers himself in the blanket for warmth. I can't help but stare at Mick's fat six inch cut pecker and furry balls. My jaw drops and some saliva rolls down my chin.
Moving to sit on a log in front of the fire, he summons me to sit next to him, opening up the blanket so we can both get warm.
Mick puts his arm around me and pulls the blanket around us. The heat from his body warming me through; the crackle of the fire being the only sound other than the foresty sounds around us. I look up into Mounty Mick’s face admiring the features of my new found friend; watching the reflection of the fire flickering in his eyes as he stares into the fire. We chat for a while about various things, news, politics, ourselves and lots of other things too numerable to mention, all the while his hand rubs my arm as if to warm the both of us.
With a big grin on his face, Mounty Mick starts rubbing my knee, working his way up my inner thigh. His strong hand gets closer and closer to my throbbing pecker, but it never quite seems to get there. All of a sudden I feel him grab a hold of my buddy and he feels a drop of clear liquid ooze through the mesh of my jockstrap.
He says, "Your mine now!" while he continues to hold onto my pouch. With his other hand he guides my hand to his throbbing cock and tells me to repeat what he has said.
I say, "Your mine now!" and smile broadly. Mounty Mick lets go and directs me to do the same.
"Would you mind messaging my back? When I lost the horse, I was thrown on my back and it is sore. I think that if I lie on the blanket close to the fire it will be warm enough. I hope the rain will hold off for just a little while longer."
I shiver as Mounty Mick removes the blanket and places it within three feet of the campfire, admiring his strong furry back, buttocks, and powerful legs. For just a second, I glimpse Mick's balls hanging down as he spreads his legs far apart in order to straighten out the blanket, perhaps intentionally far apart. He then goes down upon his knees, then upon his stomach, moving his manhood against him. He seems to be waiting there for me.
I retreat back to the tent to grab some body oil that I just happen to have with me, remove my jockstrap, then come back out to the campfire. I straddle the back of Mick’s legs so my cock rests along the cleavage of his backside, open the bottle, and pour some oil into my hand. Leaning forward slightly, I start to rub in slow methodical swirls. Starting at his neck and making my way down to his shoulders, shoulder blades, midback, lowerback and eventually backside. All the while loving the feel of his skin and the long fur slipping through my fingers. Applying still more oil, I first work one cheek, then the other, while he quietly groans and grinds his erection into the blanket and the soft earth beneath. Moving even lower I start to rub his powerful thighs, moving in long firm strokes from the back of his knees up to his buttocks. I slip a hand between his legs and tickle the back of his low hanging sack. Being a perfectionist and having the rest of the night to look forward to, I continue to rub his legs, then his feet.
After what seems like forever, I get Mick to turn over. Again I straddle him so as our cocks are together and start off by messaging his shoulders, powerful chest, cuddly stomach, legs and the tops of his feet, taking care not to touch his cock, that comes later!
Mounty Mick looks directly into my eyes as he squeezes his buttocks tight and a small drop of clear fluid rolls off the top of his throbbing cock. I look down upon it with greedy eyes and Mick nods his head for me to proceed. As I lick it off, another drop appears, and I lap that up as well.
Mounty Mick says, "Would you mind messaging my balls with your tongue too? And suck them? And if you do it really well, you can milk the bull to."
Mick's back tightens as his balls feel like they are going to explode waiting for the cum in them to be emptied. I can see his pulse by watching the rhythmic up and down movements of his cock. This is the snake for which Mick was referring, the one that would sneak into my bedroll. I’d better be careful not to watch too long or I may become hypnotized and put under its control. I also notice that half way up the snake it starts to curve towards Mick's face as if it were staring at him.
Moving from his furry balls, my tongue circles the massive width of his cock slowly making my way upwards towards the knob. Again there is more clear liquid there and I lap it up, savoring the salty masculine taste. Eager for more from wherest that came, I shift upwards slightly and engulf his manhood, my mouth stretched to the limit by the thickness of his member. Not satisfied with it just being there he starts to pump his cock in and out of my mouth in slow methodical thrusts.
Gently squeezing and manipulating Mick’s balls, I sense him rapidly approaching the point of no return. I reluctantly ease off of his cock, not wanting him to cum just yet, and slide up next to him. Still holding his furry balls with one hand and grasping his cock with the other, our faces approach. His lips part and we enjoy our first kiss. Not just any ordinary kiss, but a kiss filled with so much warmth and passion that it blows us both clear off the planet.
Still locked in a passionate embrace, his tongue filling my mouth and mine his, I feel his hand wander down, grazing my nipple and stomach, to come to a rest a top of my harder than hard cock. His hand encircling it, he starts to slowly and rhythmically manipulate its captor, I return the favor.
Breaking apart, he sits up right staring hungrily down at my cock, admiring its girth, thick head, and uncut foreskin. Pulling back my foreskin he notices a fairly big plum colored head, glistening from copious amounts of precum. Shifting his gaze, he notices a nice set of balls hanging down between a pair of thick furry legs, resting on a fairly hairy butt.
Mounty Mick lowers into a position over my legs and sticks out his tongue like a dog trying to cool itself on a hot summer day. He lowers his head to my cock and starts lapping at the underbelly of my cock's head to make sure none of the fluid oozing from me is wasted. He loves the strong scent of a man's groin and his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath and starts to ooze from his own cock as well.
Mick takes one hand and pulls on my sack being careful not to grab my balls to. He then takes the other hand and grabs onto my cock, not quite being able to encircle its girth and proceeds to lick and slurp at the underside of my foreskin mixing his spit with my fluid as he does so. I let out gentle moans and gasps as his tongue moves back and forth under my foreskin probing its depths.
After a while, he takes both of our cocks and starts to jack us off with slow rhythmic strokes. Just as I am about to explode, he plunges his greedy mouth upon my naked head. I shoot ribbons of cum into his throat, my balls tight against my body, aching from being swollen for so long. I gasp for breath as every bit of cum is sucked out of my swollen cock and lie there in a dream like state.
Mounty Mick, still on his knees, starts jacking off rapidly letting out deep throated grunts and moans with his cock tight against his body. All of a sudden, I see Mick thrusting rapidly as ropes of cum shoot out between his fingers and fly up in to the air, coming down upon his legs, stomach, chest, and face. I lap at the cum that fell across my face greedily. Mounty Mick lies upon the blanket beside me, cuddling me for warmth. He takes his hand and messages my chest while playing with the fur adorning it.
Cuddling together, I pull Mick close for another kiss. With his free hand, he reaches down and grabs a hold of my cock, gently squeezing out the remains of my load and rubbing it on the head of my cock. Reluctantly he breaks our kiss, still savoring the taste of both of our juices.
Making my way down his furry chest, I locate his right nipple and encircle it with my tongue, gently nipping at it, then the left one. Moving down even further I make my way over his tummy, grazing my mustache and stubbly beard over his belly, and he lets out a groin.
Faced with his semi hard cock, I straddle his legs and lower my face into his groin and start licking his balls. Taking each one into my mouth, I rinse them clean by removing any trace of cum that might have been spilt. Satisfied and extremely turned on, I move my attention to his cock, gently grasping it in one hand and lowering my mouth onto his head. My tongue gently swirling and sucking, loving the taste of his man juice. I keep moving down until all of his cock fills my mouth, my nose buried in his pubic hair. I breathe in his musky manly odor, his cock rapidly swelling, stretching my mouth. At the same time, my cock is springing back to attention, throbbing insistently against my leg.
I continue to suck on his cock, loving the feel of it in my mouth and watching the affect it has on the furry bear beneath me. He gently moans and writhes around on the blanket turning me on even more. His body glowing in the firelight, a golden hue.
Wanting to please my new found friend even more, I roll Mick onto his stomach. Taking care to keep a hold of his cock so as I don’t hurt it, I proceed to give him a tongue bath. Gently tracing the crack of his backside, I part Mick’s cheeks and dives into his sweet cute furry ass.
There is a clap of thunder in the distance as the wind starts to pick up and a heavy rain is approaching.
Mick says, "We have to hurry and get my cloths in or they will get all wet again!"
Mick heads for his pants as I head for his union suit. He then grabs his belt, shirt, tie, and coat while I lovingly fold the union suit. I grin as I watch Mounty Mick scampering around in his birthday suit while I grab my blanket and the both of us head for the safety provided by my small shelter. Before Mick enters, he puts his union suit back on, leaving the bottom couple of buttons unbuttoned. We both manage to fit into the confines of the small tent with all the stuff. I carefully put Mick's hat away so that it doesn't get crumpled.
As there is only one large sleeping bag, Mick asks, "May I share your sleeping bag with you? I know it is going to be a tight fit, but it's going to be cold and damp outside tonight and it will help us stay warm."
"Certainly can", I say pulling on a pair of boxers with a missing button and a gaping fly. "You hop in first."
Like a scene from Laurel and Hardy, both men clamber around the confines of the tent, cloths scattered everywhere. Eventually Mick ends up in inside the sleeping bag, then I squeeze along side. It’s a fairly tight fit, but quite cozy considering. Grabbing the blanket, I roll it into a pillow and place it under Mick’s head, then settle down for a good night’s rest. Mick’s arm around me with his other hand in my boxers resting on my semi-hard cock. I return the favor and place a hand through the opening in Mick’s union suit and cradle his spent pecker.
Both lying in a state of oblivious peace, content just for being there when the storm eventually hits. Outside thunder claps, lightning flashes, illuminating the trees that groan as the wind blows and whips up into a frenzy sending lashings of rain in all directions.
"Just made it in time," I say snuggling in even closer.
Before I know it, Mounty Mick looks to be fast asleep. He is dreaming about this evening and stirs and moves as his stiff cock pokes and prods me. The confines of the sleeping bag do not allow for much movement, so he decides to just rest so that I will have my energy back in the morning.
As I wake up, I notice that the sleeping bag is empty! My heart flutters and I wonder if last night had just been a dream. I can hear the crackling of a fire outside, the smell of bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee wafting into my tent and the smell of my musty Mounty. Even though he is clean shaven, washed, and wearing his suit, the smell of his masculinity wafts into my tent as if to taunt me. I manage to crawl into my cloths and walk out in to the brisk Canadian air.
Mounty Mick says, "Good morning sleeping beauty! Would you like to have some breakfast?"
I nod my head in agreement and grab a plate. Mick places a couple of eggs and four strips of bacon upon it.
"I'm sorry, but I have to admit that I lied about losing my horse and supplies. I have been admiring you for quite some time, but I'm quite shy. I had to have some excuse for approaching you in the middle of the night. That is how I got our breakfast. If your not too mad, I would like to show you my cabin up by Lake Victoria," Mick says.
Wolfing down the bacon, eggs, and coffee that Mounty Mick has prepared, I look groggily and exclaim that I need a wash. Crawling back into the tent, I grab my razor, soap, and towel. After slipping out of my jeans, I head bare arsed down to the river to wash.
Mick follows behind until we eventually reach the river and perches on a nearby rock. I shave, then brave the ball busting sub-zero water to wash myself in the river. Emerging out of the water, my testicles reduced to two shriveled prunes by the freezing water, I shiver uncontrollably. As always, Mounty Mick comes to the rescue, ready with the towel. He proceeds to dry his new found companion off. That finished, the two burly men head back to camp. Mick striding off in front, looking fabulous in his red and black Mounty’s uniform.
Back at camp, I dress in a white T-shirt, pokadot boxers, thick wool socks, a flannel shirt, and a pair of hiking boots. Mounty Mick sits by the fire, his eyes transfixed, never moving.
"I'm not angry with you, quite the contrary. I was contemplating leaving until you showed up. Sure, I would love to come back to your cabin," I say breaking the silence, my mind slipping into overdrive at the mere thought of being able to spend more time with my Mounty. "You'll have to give me a hand with the tent though."
"Sure," Mick says grinning.
The tent packed, with everything else in the backpack, Mick douses the fire and heads out towards the cabin. I follow Mounty Mick down a path that leads through thick groves of maples and pines. I notice from my excursions that the terrain is quite hilly and forested. After an hour or so, we come to a turn in the path. Up ahead appears a small one story cabin with two barred windows, a heavy door, and a chimney.
Mounty Mick says, "We are here finally, tired of staring at my arse all that way?"
I say with a sheepish grin, "Nope."
Mick says, "Here's home, sweet home, I hope that you like it."
As he is saying this, he goes in the door with me traveling close behind. After my eyes adjust to the light, the first thing I notice is a large bearskin rug sprawled out in front of the fireplace. It looks like a growling bear head is attached to it. I step back, but Mounty Mick reassures me that it won’t bite. He heads over to the wood stove and tosses in some wood in order to cook lunch.
He says, "Tomorrow I need to do my rounds through the park, would you like to join me? I have a deputy Mounty uniform in my closet, hmmm, probably be a descent fit on you."
"I would love to! Especially in that uniform," I reply ecstatic.
I also notice that there is no bed and wonder if the rug is the only thing to sleep on? I also see a small table with a couple of wooden chairs. The table has some poker chips spread across it and various decks of playing cards on it.
Eyeing Mounty Mick as he moves back and forth preparing lunch, I sit at the table watching him with great intent. Noticing the poker chips on the table I say, "You like to play poker?"
"Yep, sure do. Would you like a game later?"
"You’re on," I reply.
That settled and with lunch nearly ready, Mick removes his jacket and places it on the back of the other chair. He continues to prepare lunch, looking more delicious than ever with his unionsuit visible above his black trousers.
Pleasantly stuffed from a hearty lunch, we decide it's time to get down to business and have a serious game of poker or two.
"What are the stakes going to be?" I ask.
"I thought we would make it a game of strip poker?"
"I'm game if you are," I say grinning, already feeling those familiar stirrings in my groin.
Rising from the table, Mick goes over to a small cupboard and returns with two glasses and a bottle of whisky, then shuffles the deck and deals. "Let the games commence!"
"Hey Mick! Come up now. I've finished reading your story," Ulysses shouts down to me. I hope he liked it, although it is a bit rustic.
I walk upstairs all sweaty in my thermals and sit across from him at the table.
"What a great story. It has got me all hot and bothered as they say. You wrote this with another guy while you were in college?" Ulysses asks.
"Yes, in fact he was about twelve thousand miles away in Australia at the time," I answer.
"Really? Did you send letters back and forth or something? How did you meet?"
"The second question first. I met him on the internet, you know, the "information superhighway. We got on so well that I came up with the idea that we could learn more about each other by writing a story to each other. He felt awkward at first, but then he was really got in to the idea. After I left college, the story pretty much died. I haven’t heard from him much since."
"I'm dyeing to know what happens next. Who wins at strip poker for example. What happens on that bear rug," he says.
"There are a few more pages to the story, but only Wade still has a copy of them. Besides, we are writing our own story at this very minute."
"Well, I can't wait to get a hold of that furry arse of yours," and Ulysses grabs my hand and leads me off to the bedroom for what turns into an enchanting evening. If only we had enough time to live all the wonderful choices life has to offer. But life is not that generous, and if I cross the same path again it is only because of life's generosity. A second chance to travel down a path unexplored. When that happens I will truly be fortunate indeed.
End Of Book 1