Mike slept fitfully. The night had been a life changing experience for him. It started out to be pretty bad. His hog had broken down in a rainstorm, miles from home, and miles short of his destination. Good Samaritans come in all shapes and sizes, and one arrived in the form of a West Texas cowboy named Pake. Pake not only took Mike in, but set a new course in Mike's life. Pake was a gay cowbear, who introduced Mike to man-to-man sex. Mike had harbored a curiosity, but had never acted on it.

His dreams vacillated between warm and chilling. He dreamed of passionate sex with burly, hirsute men, the same kind of men who also chased him in his dream, threatening to beat him to death. At once, Mike was scared, elated, confused and clarified.

Mike woke slowly, with sensual heat swelling in and washing over his groin. His eyes opened to the sight of a thick mustache bobbing up and down on his erect pole. Mike let out a long moan while Pake sucked his cock. Pake had a hand on his backside that moved up and down, making Pake grunt as he worked. Mike caught a glimpse of a long shaft, glistening with lube and realized that Pake was fucking himself with a dildo as he worked his tongue over the head of Mike's dick.

"Aw yeah, man!.....Fuuuuuck! That feels good! Best goddam blowjob!.......HooooooooYeeeeeah!"

"Glad ya likin that, bubba!" Pake grinned, as he rose up off Mike, sitting on the dildo and replacing the cigar in his other hand, back into his mouth. He took several pulls and fired the cigar back to life. "Yer pipe an lighter are just to yer left on the nightstand...I figgered ya started yer day with a smoke."

"Hell yeah! Thank ya, bro!" Mike smiled. He reached over and picked up his pipe. His eyes were on the bowl as he fired up, so he didn't see Pake scoot forward and aim his hole over Mike's cock. Mike started to exhale smoke through his nose as he fired up the big briar. When thick clouds of sweet smoke started to pour out of the big man, Pake eased down and impaled himself on Mike.

Mike inhaled deeply and let out a long smoky moan as Pake slowly slid up and down his greased shaft. Mike had fucked a lot of women, some of them were a fairly tight fuck, but none held a candle to this. Pake's shit chute enveloped and hugged Mike's tool as he slowly picked up speed to a comfortable bounce. Mike's penis head would graze Pake's prostate sending waves of sensation the likes that neither had felt before. Pake hadn't been fucked in some time and Mike was no small matter to mount.

Pake had his balls in one hand and was spanking them with the other. Mike reached up to play with Pake's nipples as the two men coupled in an envelope of thick smoke and sweat of mansex. Mike was drunk with the senses that worked in concert with each other. Smoking while having sex made him inhale deeper and thicker than he would ever do otherwise, and the fuck of his life was sending him to places he'd never known.

Pake reached over Mike's head, while still plugged, and picked up a small bottle off the shelf. Mike looked up as Pake unscrewed the lid.

"Poppers....butyl nitrate...gives ya a hell of a rush....great for fuckin!" Pake closed a nostril and placed the open bottle under his nose and snorted deeply. "Wanna try it? It don't last long, but it's a ride, for sure!"

"Yeah...sure."

Pake placed the bottle under Mike's nose, closed one of his nostrils and told him to take a snort. Mike took a small snort and felt his heart slowly pick up pace. His heart pounded, and the pounding was echoed in his thick dick. The same rush was hitting Pake and he picked tempo, slapping his cheeks against Mike's hairy balls as he slammed Mike up his hole.

Mike was on a new plane of pleasure he could never have dreamed. The pounding in his cock was amplified by Pake's hole sliding up and down, squeezing the head as he rose up, relaxing to let the shaft course up his shit tunnel.

Mike was getting close, overwhelmed by the experience, and Pake could sense it. He slid off of Mike and lay down for a few minutes, catching his breath from the exertion and the poppers.

Mike was finally able to speak after a spell, though there was a bit of shakiness to his voice. "Goddamn! God-fuckin-damn! That was the hottest fuckin thing I have ever felt! What a great hole ya got there, Pake! I ain't never had a fuck as good as that! That ‘popper' shit....dayum! Ya can do damn near anythin while on that!"

"Yeah, buddy, ya sure can...Think ya might wanna try a bit of prostate massage yerself? I promise, I'll go real easy on ya...real easy. Those poppers will help ya, big time."

"Well...I...dunno if I can" The biker's face clouded over a bit. Mike had been examined by a doctor a couple times, but he couldn't exactly call either time pleasurable. His sphincter tightened slightly as Mike relived those times.

"Yeah, ya probably can....I can make it feel real good to ya..." Pake positioned himself in front of Mike and buried his face into Mike's ass-cheeks, reaching out to Mike's hole with his tongue. Mike had never been rimmed before and the feeling of Pake's tongue was incredible. He could almost feel Pake's tongue on the end of his cock, the sensation bore right through him. Pake worked his tongue around Mike's hole and darted it in and out of the big man's hairy pucker. Mike was exhaling big clouds again as Pake expertly rimmed him.

"Flip over onto yer knees, big-un...I'm gonna rim ya good!"

Mike got on his knees, refired his pipe and immediately felt Pake's tongue on his hole again. Mike moaned as Pake rimmed him for a good while. Mike felt Pake's tongue probe deeper and deeper into his chute. His tongue was amazingly long, he felt it tickle his prostate.

"Feelin good, Mike?" Said Pake, firing up his cigar. Mike jumped a slight bit, realizing that there was this great sensation on his hole, but Pake was sitting up. "Yup, that's my finger up yer ass, buddy.....yer openin up just fine!"

Mike was feeling a fuller sensation and guessed that Pake was slowly inserting two fingers up his ass. It felt great, his prostate was getting a good massage, but there was a strangely satisfying feeling of fullness in his backside. He couldn't describe it, but he liked it. He found himself rocking to meet Pake's fist as Mike's hole swallowed the two fingers.

"Yeah, man...yer likin it! Feels good up there, don't it? Yeah, fucker, I thought ya might like this...Here..."

Pake handed Mike the small bottle. Mike opened it an took a snort.

"Hit the other side as well, bubba! Get ya good rush goin!"

Mike did, and felt the rush cascade over him again. He felt his hole open up more as Pake now slid three fingers up Mikes' pucker. Mike couldn't believe how well he was taking this, in fact the feeling was awesome, the penetrations tickling the wall of his shit chute. The sensation was hot, even as the poppers had peaked and he was coming down, still bucking slowly to meet Pake's hand.

Pake drew his fingers out and told Mike to take a big hit off the poppers. Mike now realized what was coming next.

"Oh yeah, buddy! Yer gonna stick it in me right? Oh my fuckin God....Hell yeah bubba!"

Mike took two big hauls off the bottle of popper. As the rush started to build, Mike felt something hot touch his hole and slowly enter him. Pake eased himself into Mike a little at a time. Mike growled low in his throat that grew to a moan, then a smoky

"Slide it all man! Slide it........... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhlllllllllllllluuuuuuppiiiiiiintheeeeeerreeeee ooooohhhhhhhfffuuuuuuuckkkkkyyyyyeeeeeaaaaaaaaah!OOOOOoohhhhhhhhhhmyfuckinGooooooooooooood thatfeelssssooooooooooooooooaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwwww fuuuuuuuuuckyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaaah!

Mike was screaming in ecstasy as Pake slowly plowed him, over and over. He picked up the pace slightly and was getting off on the sounds this big burly biker of a man was making, experiencing his first butt-fucking.

Mike was over the edge in his mind. ‘Oh fuckin God! I'm bein fucked! I'M BEIN FUCKED BY A MAN! AN I'M FUCKIN LOVIN IT!" Mike was meeting Pake's thrusts as he worked his pole in an out of Mike's ass. Mike was tight, to put it mildly, and was giving Pake a good milking.

"Yeah, bubba! Ya like havin some cowboy dick up there, huh? Yeah, man...yer ass feels good on my cock! Aww yeah! Ya got an ass made for fuckin, bubba! Whoo-yeah!"

Both men drew hard and heavy on their respective pipe and cigar. The room was again full of smoke, sweat and the sounds of two men getting at it with all the gusto they had in them.

Pake was pounding his cock up Mike, with Mike slamming back to meet his thrusts, over and over. Pake's balls ached from slapping against hairy butt-cheeks, but he kept up the tempo, getting off on this brute of a man enjoying the hell out of getting fucked for the first time.

Mike was in a mode of existence that couldn't be described. He never knew that having a cock up his ass would feel like this. He felt the sensation from asshole to dickhead wash over him in waves of ecstasy. Mike stroked his big tool furiously as Pake would pull back to just his dickhead in Mike, then slam his rod to the hilt up the burly biker's ass. Both men were entranced deep in the sensations, both pouring out smoke like steam locomotives. The energy was palpable. Mike felt a wave start low in his balls, and work it's way up.

"AwwwwwwAAAAAAAHHHHHHWWWWWWWOOOOOOOYYYEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHOOOOOHHHHFFFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKPAAAAAAKEIM GONNNNAACUUUMMMAH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHOOOOOHHHHHHMYYY FFFFUUUUUUCKKINGOOOOOODHEEEEEREICUUUUUUUMMM!

Mike's thick throbbing cock spurted stream after stream of cum all over Pake's bed, pipe smoke poured out of his nose an mouth as he screamed.

Pake couldn't hold back anymore.

"Oh fuck, Oh fuck! AwwwwwwwwFUUUUUUCKIMCUMINUP YER BIGASSBUBBAOOOOHYEAHOHYEEAHOOOOOOOHHHHHYYYEEEEEAAAA!

Pake chugged heavy on his cigar as he planted his cum deep up Mike, pounding each spurt deep into Mike's shit shooter.

Pake pulled out of Mike and they collapsed side-by-side on the bed. Eventually the two men caught their breath.

"Damn, bubba! Ya sure learned fast for a first timer!

"Yeah" replied Mike "I could sure get used to this, fucker!"

"What say we get us some breakfast an get that hog of yers up to Decatur? If ya ain't in a hurry to get back home, I'm sure there's more where all that came from. By the way, who's the ol boy ya takin it to?"

His name's Dooley, but everybody calls him ‘Doobie'....motherfucker's always stoned, but knows his way around a hog an a wrench."

"Doobie? Ya know Doobie Andrews? Aw shit....' Pake started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Mike said, setting his pipe in the ashtray beside him.

"Just wait, fucker...just wait....in fact, I'll call him after breakfast....I'm sure he'll make a house call."

And that's a story for another time.

continue... read Part III