In the many years I've been camping and fishing, there are some trips I've never forgotten. Some involved the most beautiful scenery I've ever seen, some, the biggest bass, or the most fish. Then there art the ones where sex with some hot bearman or bearmen where involved. The bear encounters were usually planned with some bubba I'd met online, or when I'd venture to one of the gay campgrounds here in Texas. I ain't never gonna forget the one where I met Hank.

I'd seen him the day I arrived at Ranger Lake. He was coming in to register as I was leaving. He was a thickset bear of a man sporting a week's stubble and a big, thick, dark brown fu Manchu 'stache under a well worn straw cowboy hat.

The next time I saw him, he was chest deep in the lake, having tripped on a rock on the bank. He was cussing up a storm over getting his pipe and tobacco wet, not to mention his jeans an waders. I took him back to my camp to dry his clothes, which involved him stripping down to nothing. I smoke a pipe too and I lent him one. One thing led to another and we had us a DAMN good blow and jack session while we enjoyed our pipes.

After a swim to cool off, we headed over to his camp, struck it and moved him over to mine. We were the only ones around for easily a mile in the wooded lakeside, so we never bothered to get dressed. In fact, we spent the whole day naked, except for hiking boots and hats. Hank started to clean the fish I caught that morning, and I broke out some pork chops I brought and we had us a damn good supper of grilled bass, barbeque pork chops and some coal baked potatoes and corn Hank brought from a farm stand.

"A meal like that deserves a damn good capper" I said, getting up. I walked back to my tent and returned with a couple Excalibur cigars, a cutter, and the bottle of Henry McKenna bourbon. I tossed Hank one of the cigars, and sat down next to him, opened the bottle and took a swig.

"Damn... been a long time since I had me a good cigar. I'd smoke one with my ol man ever now an again, but he's been gone a couple years now... ..naw, it's cool, thanks!"

I unwrapped and clipped mine and passed the clipper to him. I fired mine and held the light for him to get his going.

Hank exhaled a cloud of fragrant smoke and took a swig from the bottle too. I took a big pull off my cigar, leaned over and planted a long kiss on Hanks' mouth, exhaling deep down into him. He blew the smoke out in nose jets as he returned my kiss. We took turns taking pulls off our cigars and swapping smoke. Both our cocks began to grow as we played with each others' nipples while we swapped heavy cigar smoke.

We played at that for some time, getting slightly drunk, and very horny.

"I sure wouldn't mind havin a go at givin ya good fuck, bubba!" I said, thickly. I had a good whiskey buzz and was rock hard. I had been thinking about a good rocking fuck with this man all day. I was hoping he was up for it.

"I never been fucked... I, uh... only done oral... rest stop kinda stuff... not much opportunity in a small town, if ya know what I mean."

"Ya willin to try it? I'd take it real slow with ya, man. I can pop a cherry nice an easy... I'll be right back."

I went to the tent and came back with a bottle of lube and a small bottle of Jungle Juice. I handed him the poppers.

"Ya ever done poppers?"

"Yeah... some time ago. Some trucker I played with a while back had some and he sucked me off while I hit that. Came like a fuckin bull." Hank grumbled around his cigar. "This good for fuckin, too?"

"Oh yeah, hot fucker... Why don't ya get on yer hands an knees and lemme show ya?"

Hank laid a towel don and got on all fours. I took my cigar out of my mouth and planted my tongue on Hank's pucker.

"Oh man! I ain't never had that before... !" Hank sucked in his breath and damn near choked on his cigar as I slowly rimmed this hot man's hole. I worked my tongue in and out of his shit chute, as he slowly relaxed his sphincter muscle. I lubed up an index finger and slowly worked my way up his hole.

"Take ya a small snort, man... "

I held back to let the hit take effect, and slowly slid my finger up his ass.

"Aw man! I didn't know that could feel like this! What the hell are ya doin, man? I can feel that all the way to my dickhead!"

"Messagin yer prostate, bud. Ya like that huh? Shit... ya ain't felt nothin yet! Take ya another snort, an pass me that whiskey!"

Hank took a chug off the whiskey and handed it back to me. He took another quick snort of popper as I took a chug and put my cigar back in my mouth. I slowly worked another finger up his ass and was sliding them both in and out fairly easily. He was tight, alright, but was slowly opening up. I told him to take another hit and now I was working three fingers up Hanks tight hole. He started to buck and meet my knuckles as I worked in and out. I knew he was ready for me to enter him.

"Take ya a big ol hit bubba! We're fixin to go for a ride!"

Hank took a big haul off the bottle of popper, capped it and stuck his cigar back in his mouth. I shot some lube into my hand and lubed up my rock hard dick. I entered him slowly, feeling the head of my cock become enveloped in his hot hole."

"Oh damn, that's hot, Rusty! Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, Oh, Yeah! Oh Yeah! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH!"

I felt my cockhead slide past his shit muscle and slid all the way up him. I stopped, completely buried up him, letting him get used to my cock invading his hole. I took a few leisurely hauls off my cigar as I stayed up him. I slowly backed out and slid back in again.

"Oh yeah, bubba! Oh yeah! Fuck me, man! Lemme have it, bubba! GODDAM this feels good! U-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh... .Oooholy fuck thats goddam good shit man yeah kee ppluggin meeeee!"

I picked up speed and was balling Hank good and hard. Both of us chugging away on our cigars, in the firelight. Fucking a bear at a campsite is one of my favorite fetishes I rarely get, and I was having a GREAT time! Hank bucked to meet my thrusts as I plowed as hard as my six inches could.

I pulled out and Hank laid down on the blanket. I dropped to my knees, raised his legs to where he rested his ankles on my shoulders. He took another hit of poppers and handed me the bottle. I took a big snort and slowly entered him again. My puffs and thrusts deepened as the poppers hit me and I plowed hard while we blew cigar smoke in our faces. Hank jacked his thick meat as I thrust over and over, watching Hanks eyes glaze over while ecstasy washed over him and me.

Hank grunted around his cigar, "Damn! I'm getting close!"

"Yeah, me too." I didn't want to come just yet. I slowed down and slid out of Hank. We laid there, catching our breath and finishing the cigars and getting drunker on the whiskey. I had worked up a sweat, fucking Hank, and I down and jumped in the lake to cool off. Hank joined me and we horsed around in the water, grabbing each other's dick and ass, playing with each others' nipples, interspersed with long, deep, manly kisses.

Even in the cold water, our dicks stayed hard. He swam up behind me and embraced me. I felt his warm pecker against my ass cheeks. I was ready for a good fucking myself and I grabbed Hanks hand and led him out of the water and back to the fire. He grabbled the whiskey and took another big chug. I reached for one of my pipes and packed and lit it. Hank followed suit and we smoked and played with each other. I picked up the lube an coated Hanks cock with it. I jacked him back to his rock hard, thick seven inches. I reached behind and worked a couple fingers up my ass as I jacked him. Both of us stared deep into the other's eyes as we pulled on our briars. Hank took his cue when I went to all fours.

He entered me slowly. I felt his thick shaft stretch my tunnel as he worked his tool up me. He was as long as Gaelin, but thicker. I took a big haul of popper and let him slide all the way in. I had a great full feeling in my as as he slowly stroked in and out. His big cockhead would graze my prostate, filling me with wave after wave of ecstasy. He sure did know how to fuck. I rocked back and forth to meet his thrusts as we exhaled huge clouds of pipe smoke. "Damn! Ya got a great hole for fuckin, Rusty! I ain't never fucked a man before, hell, I ain't never smoked while havin sex, either! This is too goddam hot! Oh goddam hellyeah!"

Hank was really plugging me hard and I loved every slamming thrust he made. Now it was my turn to lay on my back and put my legs up s Hank entered me over and over. Thick pipe smoke curled around his thick mustache as he plowed me. His grunts getting deeper and louder as he fucked me. Sweat would drip off him as he fucked, staring hard in my eyes. I jacked myself while he'd thrust deep into me. Hank took one last snort of popper, as did I. I felt his cock grow thicker and thicker and knew he was going to climax any moment. I felt my cum start to well up again and I was about to shoot too.

"Oh God Rusty... I'm gonna cum... oh yeah, I'm gonna cum... .gonna cum up yer ass... .Gonna Cum Up Yer Ass... OH FUCKIN SWEET JUSUS I'M GONNA CUM UP YER ASS OHOHOHOHOH FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK YEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH! OOHHHHUUUUHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCKKKKK YEEEEAAAHHHHH!

I felt Hank explode up my shit chute. I slammed my fist up and down as I felt him spurt over and over. My cum rose up my shaft.

"Yeah man! Fuckin breed my ass man! Fuckin Breed My Ass! GODDAM FUCKIN BREED MY ASS OHOHOH MY GOD AHAHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I came in huge globs all over my hairy chest as I shook with each spasm. Hank slowly pulled out with a small 'plop', and laid down beside me. His chest heaved with him catching his breath. He spoke between his deep breaths.

"DAMN, bubba! I've fucked a lot of women an have gotten blown by a lot of guys, but nothing beats that right there! FUCK that was righteous!"

"Ya mean I'm the first guy ya ever fucked?"

"Yeah man. Once in a great while, my ol lady goes an visits her Mom in Arkansas. I head to the rest areas or truck stops an have a little fun with guys, but never done more than jack-offs and blow jobs. That was fuckin hot!"

I told him about my partner Gaelin, and he told me that he's been married over ten years. Loves his wife, wants kids, but likes the company of men every once in a while. Well hell, why not?

We spent the rest of the week pretty much naked. I can't count how many times we fucked, sucked, played, smoked and fished, ate, and got drunk. In short, we had us one helluva time. One of the best vacations I ever had.

As with all things, this too came to an end. On the last day, we started the day with a good hot, hard mansex session, by the end of the day, our trucks were loaded up and we were ready to go back to our respective lives. We drove our trucks to the entry where we first met and signed out. The old man looked us over and kinda smiled.

"See y'all again? It sure looked like ya'll had a good time!'

I think the old coot was spying on us... guess he liked to watch, and I guess we didn't mind... been going on 'vacation' for a few years now, and each one's been as good as the last.