Pake thought he'd never see the Wise County sign that marked just another half hour to home. The weather, typical of spring in Texas, was a mix of violence with scattered fair skies. The whole North Texas area was under severe weather watch, with tornado warnings for much of it, including Jacksboro, home to Pake.

He sped along Highway 199, a few miles south of Springdale when the rain started up again. The old K-5 thrummed along, underneath the twang of Black Hat Saloon blaring from a mighty Pioneer as old as the truck itself. Pake relit his cigar as he focused intently on the dark wet two-lane, yawning toward him. He passed what looked like a rider hunched over his motorcycle on the shoulder. "Poor fucking bastard! This ain't no night to be broke down on yer hog!" Pake slowed to a stop, then backed up until he was abreast of the biker.

"Whatcha got there, bubba?" Pake drawled out the passenger window.

"Aw hell, the fuckin' belt's shot... I knew the son-of-a-bitch was fixin' to go, but I thought I could make it to my buddie's place. Don't look like it tonight."

The biker was a big man, over six foot and bulky. His long blonde hair was matted to his head and bushy beard, he reminded Pake of a Viking. All he needed was a shield and a helmet with horns.

"I might could help ya there, but it ain't gonna be tonight. How's about someplace dry for the night? I gotta spare couch."

"Beats the fuckin rain. Lemme pull my bike over yonder."

The biker rolled his hog off the roadside, gave it a longing look, walked over to Pake's Blazer and hopped in.

"Sorry to get yer truck all wet, but ‘preciate ya stopping, bro. Name's Mike" Mike stuck out his hirsuite hand and Pake shook it.

"Pake. Don't worry ‘bout yer bike, man, ain't nobody gonna fuck with it out here. How long ya been stopped?"

"Shit... couple three hours at least, tried callin' my bud, but can't get a signal. I figgered if I wasn't there by midnight, he'd come looking for me." Mike pulled a grease-stained bandana out of a pocket of his leather jacket and wiped his face. "Nice smellin cigar there, bro."

"Thanks! I got one if ya like."

"Aw, ‘preciate that, man, but if my pipe's dry, I could use a smoke from it." Mike fished a pipe from inside his jacket and reached into his back pocket for a worn leather pouch. He filled and lit his pipe, adding to the haze already starting to build up in the cab.

"Where'd ya putt from, Mike? I'd guess not from around here."

"Glenrose. Left work at five, an ya see how far I got. Was gonna spend the weekend in Decatur gettin' my scooter fixed. That's about another hour, ain't it?"

"Yup. I live on the west side of Jacksboro, we'll be there in ‘bout ten minutes."

The two men sat in silence as the rain beat on the windshield for the remainder of the ride to Pake's. After a turn onto a county road, they eventually pulled up to a modest ranch house and barn, sandwiched between two large pastures.

"Cattle?" Said Mike as they pulled up to the barn.

"Cuttin horses. I still ride, but I ain't punched cows in years. C'mon in."

Pake led the way in through the back door. He snapped on a light to reveal an older style, but clean kitchen. He quickly set a pot of coffee on an looked Mike up and down. He was turned on by this burly biker, standin in his kitchen, his jeans and leather jacket soaked from the deluge still pouring outside.

"I still got some of my ol man's clothes that might could fit ya... lemme go take a look and grab some towels."

Pake disappeared down a small hallway. Moments later, he returned with a couple towels, much faded overalls and an old t-shirt. Mike had already stripped down to the waist, revealing a thick carpet of honey colored chest and back hair, which also grew to lesser extent to his knuckles. He was working hard at getting his boots off. Pake stood watching, taking in the site in front of him, and stroking his ample brown fumanchu. When Mike stood up to shuck off his jeans, Pake pretended to busy himself pouring coffee, keeping a corner of his eye transfixed on Mike as he became naked. Mike was uncut, but better than average as it hung below a large mound of blonde bush. Mike was powerfully built, like a wrestler, with his arms and chest covered in impressive tattoos, including a couple that were decidedly of the ‘Aryan Nation' variety.

"How ya take yer coffee?" Pake looked up to meet Mike's ice blue eyes on that one, not wanting to clue this bear of a man in on what he was secretly thinking. Pake wanted to ravage this man, grab his nipples right on the spot and work them as he buried his tongue down Mike's furry mouth. "I dunno if that shirt'll fit ya, but the overalls should".

"Extra large." Said Mike, looking at the shirt. "That ain't gonna fly, I barely squeeze into a 2-X."

Mike stepped into the overalls and adjusted the straps to their longest. Pake's mind was wildly spinning with fantasy after fantasy as he handed Mike a large mug of jo. His member not only stood at attention, but throbbed. It had been awhile since he'd had any sex. Rural Texas didn't offer many opportunities for a man who favored intimacy with other men. Pake was standing in front of a perfect ten in his book.

"OK to smoke in here?"

"Fuck yeah, fire up, bubba." Pake strode into the living room and returned with a fresh cigar, which he cut the end and lit. He sat down across from Mike and the two men talked motorcycles, fishing, trucks, country music and women.

"I ain't had the best luck with women, to be honest. Married twice, divorced twice, ain't got no kids, thank God, but most women either want to rule me or change me or follow me ‘round like a puppy. Ya live alone, I take? Not much in the way of a woman's touch around here."

"Alone – yeah. I took care of my ol man when he got poorly. This is the house I grew up in. Ma died when I was real little. Been just Pop an me ‘til a couple years ago."

"Sorry to hear that man. I got a mobile home down in Glenrose. Just me an a couple black labs born to duck hunt. A buddy's watchin ‘em while I'm gone."

A pause came in the conversation. Each man lost in thoughts. Pake was vacillating between speaking what was on his mind, or just letting the fantasies play in his head as the two men smoked and drank in silence. Mike finally broke the quiet.

"Uh... Would I be right in sayin' ya don't seek out too many women, Pake? Cuss me out if I'm wrong, but I get the feelin ya ain't a woman's man." Mike saw a faint look of fear in Pake eyes. "Don't worry, ya ain't offended me, an it ain't nothing ya said or did, I figgered that shifitin ‘round ya been doin' an hidin yer front every time ya got up's been ‘cause I'm turning ya on, ain't I?

Pake's pulse raced. Here it was out in the open, his desire to get physical with Mike. His face turned red as he stammered his response.

"I... uh, wasn't gonna say or do n-nothin, I didn't want to make ya mad or uncomfortable, or nothin'... Uh... Yeah, man, I think yer hot, thought so from the moment ya leaned in the truck window." Pake decided to go for broke, "Ya sayin ya might could have an interest?"

Now it was Mike's turn to get red-faced. "Uh, well... It's crossed my mind once in a while to know what it was like with a feller... Not somethin' to go lookin' for in my circle, ya know? I, uh, shit... dunno where to start."

Pake rose and stepped over to Mike. Mike looked up through a cloud of his pipe smoke. Pake reached into the sides of the overalls and started to gently rub Mike's nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Mike took in a deep breath, and nearly choked on his pipe, exhaling a huge cloud with a low moan. Pake undid a strap and revealed Mike's nipple, surrounded by that thick honey fur. He increased the pressure between his fingers and Mike moaned louder.

"Damn! I knew my nipples got hard when I got horny, but fuck, ain't never had ‘em played with! Unnnngh, yeeeeaah, that's fuckin good, bubba! Want the same?"

"Hell yeah! Ya can just follow my lead, man." Pake unbuttoned his Wrangler shirt to reveal a patch of brown chest hair that ran down to his navel. Mike, gingerly at first, reached up to Pake's nipples and started to work them in the same fashion as Pake worked his. Pake took in deep breaths and continued to smoke his cigar, while the two men grappled each other's nipples. Pake took the cigar out of his mouth and began to suck on the exposed nipple. Mike's moans turned to grunts as Pake tongued his nipple. Pake reached down Mike's front an undid the button fly. He reached in and pulled out Mike's cock, now hard with the foreskin peeling back to expose the head, already moist with pre-cum.

Pake slowly jacked Mike and reached down to unzip his jeans. He pulled out his rock-hard dick and placed it under Mike's and jacked them both off. Pake stood back up as Mike reached down to jack Pake's dick while Pake jacked his. Instinctively, both men pulled their smokes out and their mouths came together. Mike's head reeled with what he was actually doing, kissing on a strange man in the middle of a kitchen, jacking him and getting jacked by him. Half of his mind was ‘Are ya fuckin nut's? The other, ‘Aw fuck yeah! Yeah, man!'

Pake broke their tongue wrestle and slowly knelt to the floor, eye level with Mike's rod. He reached out with his tongue an lapped at the generous head. Mike let out a smoky grunt each time, having relit his pipe. His moans changed pitch and lengthened as Pake swallowed down to the base of Mike's shaft. He slowly tongued the head as he worked his mustache up and down Mike's pole. Mike began to grind his hips into Pake as he face fucked the cowboy. Pake reached up and continued to work Mike's nipples as he blew him.

Pake sensed Mike was getting close, so he let him slide out of his mouth an stood up. A cloud of doubt washed across Mike's face.

"Nothin to it, man think of sucking on a Popsicle an it's a general idea. Yeah, that's it... mmmmm, yeah, lick right there, oh fuck!"

Mike licked at Pake's tool, a bit smaller than his and cut. He worked his tongue around the head for a bit an took the plunge. Now his furry lips bobbed while Pake relit his cigar and writhed slightly as this burly man polished his knob.

"My fuckin God, I'm suckin on a man's cock!" Mike thought as he felt Pake's penis head slide up and down his tongue. He was nearly drunk with the sensation of having honest-to-God sex with a man, and liking it.

Pake reached down and pulled the big man up to kiss again.

"How's about somewhere more comfortable, bubba?" Pake led Mike down the hallway to a bedroom containing a large bed, an X-shaped cross, a dresser and a wall cluttered with various flogs, whips, spurs, dildos and the like. Mike studied the wall for a minute, but was pulled onto the bed by Pake. As the men lay face-to-face, they started to kiss again, reaching down to play with cock, nipples and generally explored each other. They traded nipple and cock sucking, back to kissing in a writhing, masculine coupling, filling the air with moans, grunts and the sweat of mansex.

Pake flipped around to face Mike's cock as he placed his in front of the big man's mouth. Pake took Mike into his mouth and Mike followed suit. They sixty-nined each other for a good while. Pake felt Mike's balls cinch up and he yawned a bit to take Mike's cum blast.

Unnnngh, uuuuunnnngh... Hu-UUUUUUUNNGGGGGHHHH!" Mike roared as his cock exploded in Pake's mouth. Pake swallowed quickly several times as Mike squirted man cream over and over, his body wracked with spasms each time he shot. Mike turned back an swallowed Pake and sucked hard and fast. Pake was close when Mike came, and now he felt his own well-up.

"Aw God, Mike I'm gonna fuckin shoot! Ya ain't gotta take it-Ah-ah-Ohhhh-ohhhh, Haaaaauuunnngh! Aw fuck, yeah man! Eat my fuckin cum! Hoooooweeee!" Pake filled Mike's mouth with spoo, and true to following example, Mike swallowed it all hungrily.

They lay catching their breath. Pake grinned ear-to-ear at Mike.

"So, how was yer first man-to-man sex, bubba? I think ya like it!"

"Shit, yeah man! That was fuckin' awesome! I could handle more of that, fer sure! Ya got quite the arrangement of toys an gadgets there, Pake... I got some experience with that on some of the women I been with."

"Hmm... We'll have to explore that. But for now, I dunno about you, but I'm fadin after all that... I guess ya don't mind sackin with me? No? Lemme go shut off some lights an unplug the coffee."

Pake returned shortly and crawled into bed with Mike. They talked a bit and slowly worked their way under the covers, Pake nestled into Mike as he put a big hairy arm around him in a masculine spoon, Pake soon began snoring lightly as Mike lay up against him, his mind full of the nights' turns as it slowly clouded over and his deep breathing took on the rhythm of sleep.

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