The next morning broke sunny and calm. Everyone was quiet during breakfast. No one spoke of last night, but only of the day's hunting plans. Even Tom thought he might give it a go, his cock now healing nicely. (Thanks to me!) As we headed out to our selected hunting blinds, Tom asked if he could join me in mine. "Sure" I said. "I get bored sitting out here alone" I added.

Harry and Dick split off the trail to go to their hunting blinds while I led Tom to mine. I had chosen the perfect spot to spend my days. Not very good for hunting, but great for keeping warm and snug. It was under a huge conifer pine; its boughs loaded down heavy with snow. Years of fallen pine straw had piled up under it and I had gathered it up high around the trunk to make a 'nest' to lay back in. It was dark and quiet in there. As I led Tom in, we had to duck down, almost crawl, to get all the way in. I settled in to the nest and made room for Tom. We were forced to recline close together, our backs up against the huge pine trunk. We laid our rifles off to the side and packed the pine straw up against our legs and hips as added insulation against the cold ground.

"This is nice," said Tom. We were both warm and dry. Now came the awkward part: what to talk about. We didn't have a whole lot in common outside of work. "You have a family Tom?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Naw" he said, "Divorced 2 years ago. Haven't dated since then," he added. "You?" he asked, then regretted it, knowing it would bring up the subject of my sexual preference. "I date a bit, but nobody steady," I said. Then there was silence.

"What's it like?" Tom said. "What's 'what' like? I asked, truly not knowing what he meant. "You know, being with another guy....." his voice trailing. ( HE started this, not me). I had to choose my words carefully. "I suppose it's a lot like being with a women, not that I would know, mind you, it's just a matter of which kind of hole you chose to stick your dick into". "The feelings and emotions that you'd experience with a woman are exactly the same that one man can feel for another" I said. "There's more to love than just sex, straight or gay," I added. Tom sat quietly pondering what I had said. "I've never touched another guy until I had to put that condom on Dick last night" he said. "Can't say that it did much for me," he said. "Is it an acquired taste?" he asked, then laughed at the absurdity of his choice of words. "No, I think your either born to love cock or born to love pussy" I said. "Any body who says they love both are lying or just haven't admitted their sexuality to themselves" I said. "If you don't have the urge to touch another guy, but you DO like it when one touches you, does that make you gay?" he asked. "No, not all" I said. "A willing hand can give pleasure, whether it's attached to a woman or another man" I added. Harry was quiet for a while as he pondered all of this, then a grin crossed his lips. "What are you grinning about?" I quizzed him. " I kinda like it when you touch me, Luke" he giggled. "You give a great hand job!" he blurted. We both laughed out loud and then grew quiet again. After a while he asked "What d'ya think?" "About what"? I said. "You know," he said, with a glint in his eyes and just the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips. (I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I wanted him to beg for it). I looked him in the eyes. God he was a handsome fucker! His slight smile turned into a wide grin, as he kept motioning with his eyes down toward his crotch. "How 'bout it'? He said. "Do you want me to touch you Tom"? I asked. "Okay" he said. "What do you want me to touch? I teased. "Go ahead and say it" I continued to tease. "Please touch my cock Luke," he said, his voice growing deep, husky and sexy. Again I looked him in the eyes, judging him. He was serious. I was at the point of no return.

I leaned up against him and placed my hand down over his crotch and massaged his basket through his heavy snowsuit. He closed his eyes. "Feels great" he whispered. His growing cock strained against his clothes. I slowly slid down his zipper and peeled back the layers of clothing. His cock was already outside of his long-johns, thanks to this missing button. "Are you sure about this Tom'? Is this what you really want? "Oh yea Luke! Please"! He said. I held my hands up to my mouth, blowing on them to warm them up. His massive cock lay throbbing, half hidden in his loose clothing. With my finger I gently touched the head and found a drop of pre-cum there. I gently rubbed it around his mushroom head as he moaned. I slowly trailed my fingertip down the long plane of his cock; down do his hairy balls. They were pulled up tight to this scrotum from the cold. I gently rolled them in my fingers, warming them and they started to drop, becoming two heavy nuggets in my palm. I tugged on them gently and Tom moaned. "Do you like that Tom"? I asked. "Oh ya" he moaned. "Pull them harder" he begged. I obliged. I wrapped my had around the base of his cock and squeezed, forcing the blood up toward the head. His cock-head flared, angry and red. A slight grimace crossed his face and I realized I was hurting him: his burns. I released my grip and began stroking his mighty shaft, careful not to cause pain. "You have a magnificent cock Tom," I said, stroking his ego as well as his cock. "Can I taste it"? I asked. "Uh huh" he croaked, his breaths heavy. I laid my head on his stomach and continued stroking. I brought his cock down to my lips and kissed the tip. He was pumping out pre-cum by the bucket and I lapped it up like a dog, cleaning his cock. Tom moaned as a shudder passed through his body, exiting through his cock. "Can I suck it Tom? I said. "Can I suck you magnificent cock"? I whispered. "Oh please Luke, please!" he gasped. I opened my mouth wide and took him in. He tasted of old cum and chicken fat: different, but pleasing. I must be careful I thought. I don't want to hurt his burns. I took him in further, opening wide to accommodate his massive cock. Four inches, then five, now six. Tom's hand gently caressed the nape of my neck. I pulled slowly off and then drove back down, determined to take all I could. I cradled his balls, tugging gently. I reached six inches, then seven, then eight. Tom groaned. "Luke......Luke.....Oh man..."

He moaned. I held him there and rested. Four inches to go. I pulled off a bit and then continued on. Nine inches. Could I do it? Tom's hand continued to gently massage my neck. His moans were turning into whimpers. Ten inches! Two to go. I rested again, willing myself to relax and suppressing the urge to gag. I slid my hand below his balls and parked my thumb at his hairy asshole. Tom gasped loudly, his body trembling. I jammed my thumb up his sweaty ass as I dove down on his cock, taking him all the way in. "Aaahhhhh.....Luke!!!!.....Aaaaaaaaaoooooooooh." cried Tom. I pushed hard, burying my nose against his balls. No one had ever done this for Tom. No one had ever been able! Tom was experiencing feelings he didn't think were possible! I pulled off, back to eight inches and rested again. As Tom's moaning began to subside I drove his cock back down my throat and crammed my thumb back up his ass. Tom screamed "AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! I backed all the way off his cock, with just its head in my hungry mouth and then began to deep throat his beautiful cock, again and again. His hips flew up to meet my hungry mouth every time. My thumb pistoned in and out of his ass. And then it began........ Tom's entire body began to convulse. His legs thrashed wildly. His head was flung back, and a sound I've never heard from another human being welled up from deep inside him. A deep, guttural growl, almost a roar. Just like a bear.........

Both massive hands grasped my head and jammed my mouth down on his cock as he wildly fucked my face. With one long, deep, final thrust his ass flew up off the ground as his cock exploded in my mouth, spewing its hot load down my throat, pumping load after precious load. Every muscle in his body was stretched taut; his back arched upward, concentrating all of the energy into his cock. As his erupting cock subsided, his arched body collapsed back to earth. I continued to hold him in my mouth, sucking every last drop from his magnificent erection. His hands stoked my hair as he fought to catch his breath. I massaged his nuts, milking them of their last drops of cum.

I released him from my mouth and lay my head on his chest. We stayed like this for a time, each of us catching our breath. Finally I pulled away and looked at him. Was that a tear in his eye? "Thank you Luke" he whispered. "I've never experienced such a feeling in all my life" he said softly.

We stayed the rest of the day in our little 'love nest', keeping each other warm. Nothing more happened. I told him my life story and he told me his. I sensed that he needed to be reassured that what we had done didn't mean he was gay. He asked if we could do it again sometime and I told him "Any time Tom, any time at all" Late in the afternoon we returned to the cabin. Harry and Dick were already back.

"Somebody stinks!" said Dick. "We all stink" replied Harry. "Five days without a bath will do that to ya" he added. "There's an old wash tub propped up behind the outhouse" I said, and added "I could melt some snow in the kettle over the fire and get enough hot water to take baths if anyone's interested". No one spoke but they all nodded in the affirmative. I put on my coat and boots and went out and brought the tub back in the cabin. Harry got busy and took the kettle outside and filled it with clean snow, then started to heat it over the fire. Soon the kettle whistled away and poured into the tub. Several times this was done until it was about 3/4 full of hot, steaming water. "Who's first"? I asked. "Tom reeks of rancid chicken fat," said Dick. "Let him go first" he said, pinching his nose in jest.

The cabin had become extremely hot while heating up all that water and the guys were all stripping down, eager for their shot at the bath. Up till now I hadn't seen any of them in anything but their thermal long-johns. Their bodies did justice to their equally impressive horse cocks. Bulging pecs, washboard abs, slim waists and massive shoulders filled the room. Thighs like ham-hocks, calves like melons and 3 pairs of huge, hairy feet stood in line for the tub. Their cocks hung long and limp, their balls hanging heavy. Harry had more hair on his sculptured back than a yak! Surprisingly, Dick had the best body of all. And then there was me. 5' 9", 160 lbs. and skinny as a rail! My huge dick looked humongus on my slight frame. The guys would sneak quick peeks at it.

Tom tested the water with his toe. "Sorry guys, It's too hot for me" he said. "I have enough burns for one trip," he added. We had all lined up for our turn. Dick, then Harry, then Tom. I was at the back of the line. "Wimp" said Dick as Tom stepped further back in the line and Dick took his place. Dick stepped right into the steaming water and yelped. He used a cloth lathered up with soap to wash himself down, paying particular attention to his cock and balls. When he was done lathering, Harry used an old saucepan as a ladle to rinse him off. Dick closed his eyes as Harry poured the water over his head, the water dripping off his elbows, and arms and finally his cock. As I waited my turn behind Harry, I could sense Tom standing close behind me. He stepped in close to me, nestling his body up to my backside. I could feel his hairy chest on my back and his warm breath on my shoulder. I then I felt something warm and inviting poking at my ass. I reached back and felt Tom's half- hard cock as it nestled between my ass cheeks. "Sorry" Tom stammered as he stepped back. I turned back and winked at him, grinning, and a sly smirk crossed his face. "Down boy" I whispered.

Dick had stepped out of the tub and now stood in front of the fire drying himself. His cock flopped about and grew half hard as he dried his balls. Harry stepped up next and began his bathing routine. Each of us had our set ritual as to what was washed first. Some started from the head down, while others went straight to their cocks, leaving the rest till later. As I stood behind Harry I admired his chiseled physique. I was having a hard time controlling my cock. As I rinsed him off, I couldn't get the soap out of his extremely hairy parts and had to use my hand, scrubbing as I rinsed. I paid particular attention to the foamy suds in the crack of his ass, reaching up under him to rinse his balls. "Watch it there, fella" joked Harry.

I opted to let Tom go in front of me. Tom's bath was like a slow motion, erotic dance. As one hand slowly lathered his chest, his other hand stroked his soapy inner thigh. As he bent to wash a foot, his tight ass rose in the air. His balls hung low and heavy, recharged since our afternoon tryst. He finished his lathering and turned to face me, his cock at half-mast. He was ready to be rinsed. As I slowly rinsed him off his eyes met mine. I held his gaze as I rubbed his chest, rinsing it. I lingered briefly at a nipple, tweaking it gently. He smiled, still holding my gaze. He turned away from me and bent over at the waist. His two bear paws each grabbed an ass cheek, spreading them wide, ready to be rinsed. Was it an invite or a taunt? I rinsed him without touching him.

I stepped up to take my turn. The water was now tepid as I soaped myself up (first my top half, then the bottom half, and finally my cock, balls and ass). As the suds flowed off my head, it ran into my eyes and burned. I clenched them tight. "Shit!" I muttered. "Can I have some help here guys"? I asked. "What's the matter, baby got bath water in his eyes" someone teased. "Do we need baby shampoo for the little guy"? Someone else added. Playful fingers poked at my ribs. Someone 'goosed' me in the ass. Meaty fingers began to tickle me everywhere, poking and prodding, sending me into a fit of giggles. I was blinded by the soap and couldn't tell who the culprit was. Loosing the sense of sight heightened my other senses. The childish pokes and prods began to turn into sensual caresses. Now there were 3 pairs of hands all over my body, rubbing, massaging, groping and exploring. One hand was on my balls, encircling them and tugging lightly. Another hand rubbed across my chest and stopped to finger a nipple. Yet another hand stoked my cock with a gentle grip. A pair of hands massaged my ass cheeks, lathering them up with soap. Any hands not otherwise occupied massaged my arms, thighs and back. The hands on my ass began to explore, venturing down the crack of my ass; a single finger following the crack until it reached its target. Needless to say, I was no longer giggling. There was complete silence, but for the crackling of the fire and the occasional splash of water. This was surreal! I slipped into an erotic trance, hypnotized by the magical hands that soothed me. A magical finger stroked at my ass and then timidly ventured in. I cried out as it entered, the soapsuds burning. The callused hand on my cock tightened its grip as it stroked. The hand on my nipple pinched it and twisted gently. The magical finger at my backside was replaced with a thick-knuckled thumb. A mouth nibbled at the nape of my neck. I was not allowed to use my hands; they were gently but firmly swatted away. A gentle hand stoked my stubbled cheek, the middle finger brushing against my lips. I parted my lips and sucked at it greedily, taking it all the way in, the hair on the last knuckle tickling my nose. Why was this happening? Why would 3 of the most incredibly macho, hunky, straight hunks want to lavish all this attention on me?

My thoughts were cut short as hairy, muscled arm came from behind me and encircled my waist. A hand pushed at the back of my head, gently but forcefully bending me forward. As I bent over my lips met a cock: a massive shaft of hardened flesh. I took it in and gently gnawed on its bulging head, nipping but not hurting. The thumb, up till now planted firmly up my ass, was withdrawn. A cock was now slowly being fed into me. A very long, fat cock! Expert hands stoked my dick and jiggled my balls. I was continually brought to the edge of climax and then denied it. This was meant to last. The long cock within me started its long drive forward. A moan escaped someone's lips. Was it me? The massive cock began to fuck me in earnest. I, in turn plunged my mouth down on the hard cock in my mouth, taking it all at once. Suddenly both cocks were withdrawn completely, leaving me in a sudden shock. Just as quickly as they were withdrawn, they were replaced with fresh meat. They were taking turns on me like a ride at Coney Island. All we needed was a brass (cock) ring. I tried to open my eyes, but to no avail. They still burned like hot coals.

It went on for what seemed like hours. But all good things must cum to an end. A cock erupted within me, it's owner crying out in gratification. Another cock took its place and in short order shot its load. The third and final cock took its time. This fucking was for my benefit. This is when I would get my reward, my climax. This cock was the longest, the fattest, and the best. The owner of this dick was an expert cocksman. I had no idea who it was. Harry? Dick? Tom? It didn't matter as long as it continued what it was doing. The killer cock rammed my ass as hands stroked my aching cock. I needed release NOW! And then it started. I've shot my load a million times up till now, sometimes down a willing throat, or up an eager ass, and more often that not, even into my own hand. This was going to be the best climax I'd ever have. I could feel it coming and so could they. Every nerve of my sexual being was on fire! And then I came.

How can I describe it? Imagine every climax you've ever had and then imagine having them all at once! As the mammoth cock in my ass spewed forth its boiling load, my own cock began to erupt. Strong shoulders held me up as my legs gave way. Arms encircled me and caressed me as I gave birth to the biggest ejaculation of all time. They, these 3 golden gods, had done this for me. I would be forever grateful.

That's all I remember except for a faint memory of being carried to my bed. That and the sweet memory of 3 gentle kisses on my forehead, just before the blackness of sleep.

I awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee, eggs, bacon and..... Men. There was the muffled sound of laughter outside the cabin. As I lay in bed, my brain sizzled as I tried to recount the events of last night. I positively know in my mind that all three of them are straight. Was what happened just a 'wild experiment' on their part? Were they just trying to see what the big deal was about gay sex? Whatever. I just know that I enjoyed myself. It had been a 'bear lovers' dream come true. But what would happen now?

They entered the cabin quietly. When they saw that I was awake they all said "mornin" and smiled. At least they were smiling! They talked about the trip back to 'civilization' and how they would sure miss this place. It didn't matter that no one bagged a bear. No one uttered a word about last night. It was as if it never happened. I guess it was the straight man's way of dealing with it. After all, they hadn't done anything overtly gay. They hadn't sucked anyone's cock nor had a stiff dick shoved up their ass, had they? Sure, they might have briefly touched another man's cock. No big deal. They hadn't done anything with me that they wouldn't have done with a woman, now had they? They were in good spirits and I must admit, so was I.

The rest of the morning was spent packing up and loading the sleds for the long trip back. As we made a final sweep of the cabin, making sure that we had everything, Harry said "Same weekend next year guys"? Dick said "yup"! Tom said "yup"!

And then they all looked at me. I was confused and bewildered. After what had gone on, did they actually want me back?

I hesitated, not knowing what to say. "Aw, come on Luke," said Tom. "You gotta come. We were talking outside this morning and decided to make this a yearly trip, just the four of us" he said. "You have to come" ordered Dick and Harry.

Word was never spoken of what transpired there. We spoke often about the great time we had and how we all looked forward to next year, but never about the sex. It was as if it never happened. What would next years trip bring? I could hardly wait........