As a corn and soybean farmer, autumn is always my busiest time of year. Because fall is such a busy season, I try to get all of my logs split and ready for heating my house well before the harvest arrives.

So, in anticipation of the cold winter nights ahead, I pried myself from my bed at 5:00 a.m. that mid-September day to spend most of what should have been a lazy Saturday morning chopping wood.

"Better the grasshopper than the ant," I mused, swinging my axe at a log for the hundredth time. As the sun rose high in the sky the temperature climbed with it, making my several layers of clothes unnecessary. I unfastened the straps of my Carhart overalls and removed my flannel shirt and thin white undershirt. I reattached the overalls and continued working, enjoying the feel of the rough fabric against my naked skin. After another hour or so, the overalls themselves became so drenched with sweat that I decided to throw caution to the wind and remove them as well. Before noon arrived, I found myself standing in my backyard swinging my axe and wearing nothing but a pair of brown boots and my favorite boxer briefs. As I chopped, I glanced down at myself, admiring my thick forearms and stocky, muscular body. "Not bad for a middle-aged man who's indulged in a few too many coconut cream pies," I thought.

As lunchtime approached, I decided to reward myself with a nice full-body sunning. I stripped off my underwear, heavy wool socks, and worn work boots, and glanced around; there were only cornfields for as far as the eye could see. My body glistened with sweat in the hot sun and I patted my firm belly. The slight breeze ruffled the ample dark hair that covered my flesh, tickling me as it moved. I smiled. "This is one of the benefits of living all alone in Middle-of-Nowhere, Indiana."

I made my way over to the hammock that hung between two elm trees and lowered myself into its embrace. The crisscrossing ropes pulled taught beneath me, biting gently into my skin. The hammock drooped low under my 230 pounds. "Looks like I need to move the hooks up the trees a bit," I thought. "Otherwise my ass will soon be scraping the ground!"

Enjoying the idea of being naked outside, I spread my thick legs wide, letting the warm sunshine kiss my low-hanging bull balls. I raised one arm and placed it behind my head, scratching my bushy armpit with the other hand. My hand did not linger long, soon tracing a path upward to my parched lips. I licked the tip of my index finger and brought it down to one of my nipples. Rubbing the saliva across the nipple's surface made it stiffen. I arched my back into the hammock as my thick cock jumped to attention as well, already approaching half-mast. Aiming for a full hard-on, I reached down and squeezed my dick. A drop of clear pre-cum had formed at my cock head, so I swirled it across the underside of its swollen helmet with my calloused thumb. I closed my eyes to the glaring sunlight, fantasizing about the fact that anyone who happened to come around the corner of my house or emerge from the depths of the cornfields would catch sight of me openly pleasuring myself. The idea spurred me to fully stroke my cock, wrapping my large fist around its shaft and tugging towards my belly.

"Looks like fun," a husky voice said.

My hand froze in mid-stroke and my eyes snapped open. Standing over me was a bearded cub in his early thirties, silhouetted against the bright blue sky. I sat up in the hammock and tried to cover my engorged dick with both hands.

"Please don't get up," the stranger said. "In fact, I'd love join you!"

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to grab my underwear from the ground with one foot. I could feel my cock softening beneath my hands.

"I thought you'd be expecting me," the man answered. "You're Chuck, right? I'm Luke, a.k.a. ‘bear4bearnow'? We met on the Internet, remember?"

I sat back onto the hammock, relieved. "Oh, Luke! Of course! But we had arranged to get together next Saturday, right? September 14th?"

"Today is September 14th," Luke said, grinning. "I thought you must have set up this whole naked-in-the-hammock scenario to turn me on...."

I tilted my head to one side. "Did it work?"

"Why don't you tell me?" Luke undid his jeans and let them drop around his ankles. He was wearing no underwear and his six-inch cock sprouted out of a mound of dark pubic hair, poking upwards at a slight angle and dripping with clear, natural lube.

"I'd say, yes," I answered. I sprawled backwards across the hammock, admiring the man before me. Luke pulled off his T-shirt, letting it fall to the ground behind him, and then kicked off his shoes and socks. He was around 6 feet tall, looked to weigh a little over 200 pounds, and was covered from head to foot with curly brown body fur. His weight was evenly distributed, although he did sport a bit of a paunch around his middle. Hair swirled across his belly and up his chest, blending into his full beard. He looked just like the pictures he'd sent me over e-mail. The view made my cock lengthen and snake up my belly once again.

Luke smeared his flowing pre-cum along the shaft of his dick, lubing up his entire member. "Sorry for the confusion with the dates," he said. "Of course, I can always come over next weekend too."

"I can already tell that I'd like that," I said.

"Can I climb onto the hammock too?" Luke asked, his dick pink and glistening in the sunlight. Without waiting for an answer, he reached down with his already lubed-up hand and pushed my hand away from my dick. He gave my cock one long, slow stroke from its thick base to its swollen tip.

Unable to respond verbally, I nodded.

Luke stretched one stocky leg over and across me, placing one bare foot on each side of the hammock and straddling me between his legs. Grinning, he reached beneath him and continued to stroke my dick, paying special attention to its bulging head. He bent forward, pressing his lips to my own; at first he was gentle, merely brushing our mouths together, but then he forced his tongue into my mouth. I liked it.

Still a bit surprised by what was happening, I reached up and let the tips of my fingers brush against the surface of Luke's dick, amazed by its steel-like hardness. Unable to hold off any longer, I grabbed his member with both hands, tugging hard. Luke shuddered at my touch and then lowered himself on top of me, kissing me and rubbing his sweaty hands up the sides of my body. I felt my ass hit the ground beneath us, but I ignored it, concentrating on the feeling of our hard dicks rubbing together, our cock juices mingling.

Luke started to laugh as we kissed.

I dislodged my tongue from his mouth. "What's so funny?" I asked

"It looks like this hammock is a one-man only deal," he said. He stood, straddling me again. The hammock rose under me, brushing my hips against his inner thighs. The tip of my dick tickled his furry balls.

"I've been meaning to move the hammock up the tree," I said.

Luke smiled and lifted one leg back across me; he was standing to one side of me now, his dripping cock pointed directly at my mouth. "It's okay," he said. "I've got a better idea anyway." He grabbed his cock with one hand and brushed its head gently against my mouth. I could feel his warm pre-cum on my lips and smell his musky scent.

Having lived all 44 years of my life in the middle of the country with the nearest small town a good 15 miles away, I hadn't had a lot of opportunities – nor, honestly, a lot of desire – to suck dick. For Luke, though, I decided to make the effort. I stuck out my tongue and licked at the tender underside of his dick head. The juice there tasted salty, but good. Prompted by the taste, I rolled onto my side in the hammock, reached up with my hand, and grasped the root of Luke's cock right where it sprouted from his dark bush. I could feel the thick rod swell beneath my touch. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, slurping at his cock as I had seen men in porn movies do. The head of his cock was a true mushroom, and I loved the feel of its spongy girth filling my mouth. I pulled Luke toward me and tried to ingest all 7 inches of his meat. I gagged.

"Sorry," I said, looking up at him. "I'm not very good at this."

Luke smiled again and leaned over to kiss me. It was the softest kiss I've ever been given and it made me hungry for more. "You're doing great," he said. "I wish I could stand here with my cock in your mouth all day. I've got a great view of your bear body from here, too, all sprawled out on your hammock in the sunshine. Fuck, you're sexy!"

Encouraged, I dove right back into giving him head. What I lacked in technique I more than made up for in enthusiasm. Luke was a leaker, sending a steady stream of tangy pre-cum down my throat as I sucked him. I soon discovered that I could increase the flow of his juice by tightening my lips as I plunged down on his cock and pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft as I withdrew. Luke began to moan as I milked his cock with my lips and tongue.

Then, suddenly, he pulled his dick free from my mouth and took a step backward. "You got me close to cumming," he said, breathing heavily. "A little too close."

Hearing him say this made me start stroking my own cock again. It had been lying against my leg as I sucked Luke's dick and I now found a pool of pre-cum matting my leg hairs. I scooped some of the lube into my hands and gave myself a tug.

"Yeah, Chuck," Luke said, cheering me on, "Lay back and stroke that thick cock for me. I want to watch you pleasure yourself in your backyard."

I made eye contact with him and did as he asked, stretching out on the ropes and tweaking my nipples. I wrapped both hands around the shaft of my dick, one on top of the other; all that stuck out of my clenched fists was my engorged cock head. Imaging that I was fucking the tall bear in front of me, I began to pump my hips into my hands, rubbing every inch of my dick against my moist palms. Watching Luke lick his lips and stare at me made me fuck my hands even faster. I began to grunt and moan, really getting into the action.

"Hold on," Luke said, placing one hand on my shoulder. "I've got another idea."

I released my dick. It was harder than it had been in years, pointing directly at the blue sky and throbbing in time to my heartbeat. "Oh you do, do you?" I said. "Your last idea was pretty good, so I bet I'll like this one too."

"I hope so," he said. "But I'm not 100% sure."

I wrinkled my brow, confused. "Why?"

"Just lay back, close your eyes, and relax," he replied.

Overcoming my skepticism, I did as he asked. When I heard a rustling in the grass, however, I had to open my eyes. I looked down. Luke was lying on his back on the ground, scooting on his ass and trying to slip his body under the hammock.

"What's this, then?" I asked.

"You look so hot in the hammock from above that I wondered what you'd look like from below." He peeked under the hammock. "Pretty damn great! Your ass cheeks look very cute all crisscrossed with rope and poking through the holes." He continued shuffling his body beneath the hammock as he spoke. I felt the top of his cock scrape one of my cheeks, leaving a trail of slippery lube. "I also thought that this hammock would make a great sling," he admitted.

"Well, if you want to switch places, I'd be willing to try it out," I said. I had never bottomed before and hadn't planned on starting any time soon.

"I know that I'm the versatile one here," Luke said, "but I don't think I can resist your furry ass in that hammock...." He had now arranged himself directly beneath me. My sagging ass in the hammock was pressing against his throbbing cock and pelvis. He began to rub my back through the ropes, tickling my skin with the tips of his fingers. I wanted to protest. I wanted to insist that I was going to fuck him. I wanted to assert that I was the dominant one. But I couldn't. His gentle rubbing on my back and his warm hips pressing against my butt through the ropes of the hammock turned me on too much.

I felt Luke shift his body beneath me, adjusting his cock with one hand. He worked his dick through one of the triangular openings in the hammock, penetrating the makeshift sling and tickling my ass crack with his wet tip. Much to my surprise, I felt myself arching back into his body, shoving my ass downwards. Luke reached around either side of the hammock and tweaked my erect nipples. I moaned in ecstasy and involuntarily shuddered.

"Yeah, Chuck." Luke whispered into my ear through the ropes. "Open up for me."

His slippery dick had begun to work its way into my ass crack now – and I didn't mind; in fact, I loved the idea of not knowing what was going to happen next. I didn't know what it would feel like to be fucked, but I knew I was curious. I reached beneath my ass cheeks with both hands and pried them apart, trying to make Luke's entry into me all the easier. I felt his dick head brush against my hole, sending sparks of electricity up my spine.

"Oh, you really want this," Luke said. "I can't believe you've gone your whole life without getting fucked. And now you're going to take my dick in your ass while we're outside in the middle of the day surrounded by cornfields!"

I smiled at his phrasing, but quickly got serious again. I could feel him knocking at my asshole with his dick, lubing it up and tickling its surface. I tried to force my ass down onto him, but my hole was too tight to allow him entry. I started to shake.

"Just relax," Luke whispered, grabbing both sides of the hammock and steadying it. "There's no rush. Just enjoy all the sensations as they come."

I took his advice and let my body go lax. From beneath me, I let Luke control the motion of our bodies. By pulling on the hammock's sides, he could raise the rope sling, sliding his cock head back and forth across my tight sphincter, and then lower it again, rubbing his entire slick shaft along the length of my crack. I closed my eyes to the sun and let my hands wander all over my body. I stroked my face and neck and then spent some time rubbing my nipples and chest. My hands creeped downward across my hairy belly until the reached my dick. I cupped my balls in the palms of my hands and worked them in their sack, rolling them back and forth.

And then I felt it.

The enormous mushroom head of Luke's dick popped inside of me, breaking through my tight sphincter. I gasped and held my breath. A second later I twisted my hips to one side, trying to get away from Luke's hard rod.

"Does it hurt?" Luke asked.

"Mmmph," I mumbled. The truth was, I couldn't tell if it hurt or not. It definitely felt odd and slight uncomfortable.

Luke pulled his cock from my ass. "You okay?"

I took a couple of deep breaths. "I think so, yeah," I said. "Just never felt anything like that before."

"Do you want to feel it again? Once we get you open a bit, it'll feel really nice. I promise."

"I've come this far," I said. "Let's see how far I can go."

Luke lifted his face up beside my own and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "That's what I like to hear," he said. "And then later, I'll let you fuck me, okay?"

"Damn straight!" I relaxed my body, giving myself over the ropes beneath me. Luke worked his cock through the hammock again and then slipped it between my cheeks. The slick mushroom head slid into my ass more easily this time. I bore down on it with my inner ass muscles, gripping it tight.

"Whoa, boy," Luke said from beneath me. "Are you trying to make me to cum already?"

I laughed. "Just trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do!"

"Just lie still and enjoy," he said. Suddenly, he started twisting his hips from side to side. I could feel his gigantic cock head rotating just inside of my asshole, opening me up as he moved his body. After a few minutes of twisting his head within me, he pulled out, his mushroom making a slight pop as it disengaged from my ass. Almost immediately he shoved it back in, tickling the sensitive nerve endings of my anus as he did so. I moaned, encouraging him to continue. Luke obliged, popping his cock head out of my ass and then back into me over and over and over again. I began to make sounds that I'd never made before – guttural growls, like an animal.

"I think you're ready to really get fucked now," Luke whispered into my ear through the ropes. "I'm going to sink my cock into you. Ready?"

I growled my assent, writhing on the hammock.

In a single thrust, he plunged his thick rod into my asshole – filling every inch of space inside of me with his warm, moist man meat – and then froze. My eyes rolled back in my head and my toes curled involuntarily. For a moment I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't make a sound. When I finally got my voice back, I shouted, "Fuck, yeah!"

Luke chuckled, still not moving his dick within me. "Guess you like feeling me buried up to my pubic hairs in your ass, huh?" he prodded.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, trying to raise my hips. "I want you to fuck me hard."

"I don't know," Luke teased. "I'm pretty comfy just lying here in the grass..."

"Oh, yeah?" I said, leaning forward in the hammock. "Then I'll do the work." As I sat forward, I kept his cock locked tight in my ass, pulling his stiff member within me. Placing one foot on either side of the hammock, my ass still pressed against the ropes, I straddled him. The angle of his cock changed within me, giving me an entirely different sensation. I bounced downward, my weight supported by the hammock, Luke's cock head slamming against my prostate deep inside of me. I threw my head back and growled.

"Oh, Chuck," he said, "fuck yourself with my cock, big man."

And that's exactly what I did, raising myself with my legs until his cock almost slipped out of my asshole and then plunging downward again until I felt his pubes tickle my crack. The hammock ropes that separated my body from Luke's massaged my ass as I moved, tightening and relaxing as I bounced. My cock stood straight out in front of me, thicker and firmer than I had seen it in years.

After a few minutes, I felt Luke getting very active beneath me, raising his hips to meet my body every time I lowered myself toward the ground.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum," he moaned at last.

"Cum in me!" I ordered him, overcome with lust.

I felt his dick swell to enormous proportions within me as he arched his back against the grass and growled. "Fuck!!" he yelled. I could feel a warm sensation flooding my insides.

And then an amazing thing happened. Without anyone touching it, my cock head began to swell up like a balloon. I leaned backwards and let my rigid dick point toward the sun, feeling Luke's cock and cum in my ass. I clenched my butt muscles tight and felt a familiar warmth deep inside my cock root. My dick stiffened and then exploded, sending a volley of white, hot man juice arcing through the air at least three feet. I shot around eight jets of cum, coating the hammock and the ground beneath it with my seed.

Slowly, I raised myself from the hammock, Luke's softening cock and a lot of cum slipping from my hole. I looked down at the big bear who had just given me my first fucking. He was smiling an exhausted smile, his body red, his face flushed.

"You know," I said, grinning, "maybe I won't move the hammock up the tree any higher after all."