Big Mike had just experienced the wildest, most eye-opening twenty-four hours of his life.

It started when he left work, a few towns south of Ft. Worth. He was taking it easy with his Harley. The drive belt was showing signs of wear, and the rear brake needed new linkage.

He'd planned to ride up to Decatur, where his mechanic buddy lived. He hoped to make it before

the wall of clouds coming from the Northwest decided to open up on him. Fat chance. The belt

gave out about an hour south of his buddy's house. To make matters worse, Mike was in a dead

zone, so no way to call anyone. He was stuck in the middle of nowhere, with a storm

about to hit.

A couple hours went by with relentless rain pouring down on the big man. Traffic was light on the Texas two lane, and those that were out, sped past Mike, who sat hunched over his broken down ride, soaked to the skin. Mike heard the slight skid of tires on the wet pavement and looked up to see an old, red Chevy Blazer stop and back up towards him.

"Whatcha got there, bubba?" Mike heard drawl from under a cowboy hat. A waft of cigar smoke hit Mike as he leaned over to 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 buddy's place. Don't look like it tonight."

The cowboy extended hospitality to the stranded, bedraggled biker. Mike gratefully accepted the offer, though was a little apprehensive leaving his motorcycle out in the middle of nowhere. The cowboy assured him it would be OK and that they would retrieve it the next day.

Mike climbed in and they set off for the outskirts of Jacksboro. The cowboy’s name was Pake, who lived on a small horse ranch by himself. The two men entered the kitchen where Pake offered towels, dry clothes and coffee. Before the night was over Pake would offer Mike much more in the way of comfort.

Mike figured out he was turning on this cowboy. Mike had given thought several times of having sex with a man, but apprehension and a lack of opportunity kept him from ever walking down that road. Over the next twelve hours, Pake gave Mike a crash course. That night, Mike was introduced to oral sex, and couldn’t believe he enjoyed sucking a man’s cock. The next morning brought a new experience as the two men shared anal sex. Mike never dreamed what a feeling it was to have a man fuck him up the ass, let alone the raw pleasure of a tight hole around his own tool.

Pake whipped up a working-man’s breakfast, which Mike started chowing down in short order. Pake felt a twinge of guilt as the big man was probably hungry last night, but never said anything. It was also discovered that the motorcycle mechanic was a mutual friend to Pake and Mike. He dialed a number on the old wall phone while the two of them finished up with coffee and a smoke.

“Hey Doobie it’s Pake…Aw, think I’m gonna fuckin live, how’s ya?…Cool…She did? Yeah, I might could take one or two…great!…Yep, saw yer Momma an them last Sunday at church…Ya doin much today?…Whoa, whoa, whoa…I know where that man is…nawp, he’s settin at my kitchen table, eatin all my biscuits…Yup, he’s a big-un…yeah, he broke down off 199 ‘bout 20 minutes south of me…ha-ha-ha, shut the fuck up…you fuckin ask him, asshole…yeah, fuck you…Yeah, man I ain’t got none…Naw, he ain’t said nothin’…Yeah, it won’t take long…sound’s good, bud,….yeppers, see ya then.”

Pake hung up the phone and sat back down to finish his coffee.

“Doobie’s gonna be here in about an hour or so. He’s bringin his tool truck an parts. I figger we got enough time to get yer ride an bring it here. Ya ready to saddle up?”

After breakfast, the two men hitched a one-horse trailer to Pake’s Blazer and headed back to where they left Mike’s hog. When they pulled up, a county cop was there checking out the ride. The light bar was a riot of red, white and blue.

“Howdy, officer! I hope I didn’t cause no trouble leavin my scoot here. Blew the belt last night. We’re fixin to get it worked on.”

The officer looked up from looking over the bike as the two men approached. He was not bad to look at, and typical of the species. He filled his uniform well, maybe even worked out a bit, blue eyes and a thick but trimmed red mustache. His radio crackled a voice Pake and Mike couldn’t quite make out.

“10-23.” The cop spoke into his shoulder mic. “Ya’ll mind showing me some identification, gentlemen?”

Mike pulled out his chain wallet and showed the officer his license and registration. Pake did the same.

The cop keyed his mic again.

“County, Hanley. Disregard 11-24. Owner has arrived with transportation. 10-98 in ten or so.”

“10-4” The radio crackled back.

The cop helped Pake and Mike load the big Harley into the horse trailer. The look he gave the two men was lost on Mike. It wasn’t on the cowboy. Pake made a mental note to check out the cop some other time and place. He quickly memorized the name tag and badge number.

“Damn nice ride there, Sir…hope ya get ‘er fixed up good. Y’all have a good day!”

The cop walked back to his cruiser and headed south. Pake and Mike jumped in the Blazer and headed north back to Pake’s. They were wheeling the softail down to the ground as a beat-up Ford 250 lumbered up the drive. A man with a long black braid, big bushy beard, faded oil-stained jeans and a denim wife-beater shirt stepped out and walked toward them. A half-smoked joint jutted out from under his thick mustache.

Doobie, glassy-eyed with a big grin on his face, stuck out his hand first to Pake, then Mike. He took the joint out of his mouth and passed it to Mike, who took a big hit, then passed to Pake, who did the same. They took turns finishing off the smoke.

“Ain’t seen ya since the run in Austin, man…sorry ya had a breakdown last night, I figgered ya cancelled when I didn’t hear from ya…Shocked my white ass when Pake called an said ya were here.”

“Yeah, man…might still be out on the highway if it weren’t for our man here.”

A couple hours went by as Doobie worked his expertise on Mike’s ride, with ample assistance from Mike and Pake. Mike fired up the big bike and went for a test ride.

Mike rode for longer than he planned, noting that the abnormal vibration was gone and that he could stop on a dime. The day was still cool after the storm the previous night, and Mike was in his best element. His big beard parted to either side of his face and blonde hair trailing like a flag as he passed the slower vehicles on the small Texas highway. An hour later, he pulled back up to Pake’s house. Mike walked into the kitchen, expecting to see the two other men, but it was deserted. Mike poured himself a cup of coffee and lit his pipe. A few minutes later, he heard a slight bumping sound from the back of the house, that grew louder as he walked down the hallway toward’s Pake’s bedroom.

Mike stood in the doorway, taking in the sight before him. Pake was on all fours on the bed, and Doobie was fucking him standing up. Both men were smoking cigars as they coupled. Mike stood and watched the two men as they got into it.

“Aw yeah, man! Damn that feels good! Yeah, plow me, bubba!” Pake growled behind his cigar. Sweat beaded on Doobie’s back as he nailed the cowboy, over and over, thick puffs of smoke rose above the men’s heads as they drew heavily on their cigars.

Mike unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his hardening cock. He jacked himself slowly as he watched the two men get at it. He had no idea his friend was into guys, and he’d known Doobie several years. Part of him wanted to join in, but part of him was enjoying the show. Mike pulled out his lighter and relit his pipe, still jacking off to the sight in front of him. It was damn hot to see these two getting into it hard and heavy.

“Come over here, ya hot motherfucker!” Pake grumbled lustily from behind his cigar, “lemme suck yer dick while this horn-dog fucks me!”

Mike shucked off his shirt and jeans, walked over and planted his crotch in front of Pake. Pake took his cigar out of his mouth and swallowed Mike’s hard cock. Mike sucked hard on his pipe and let out a long smokey moan as Pake’s ‘stache bobbed up and down on Mike’s bone.

Pake sure knew how to suck cock! He worked his tongue up and down Mike’s shaft as he blew him, flicking under the head, sending wave after wave of pleasure all over Mike. Mike grabbed Pake’s head and fucked his face, bucking his hips harder and harder as he watched Doobie plow Pake’s hole. This was the hottest time Mike had ever had and he hoped it could last.

Pake slid off of Doobie and turned around on the bed. He swallowed Doobies’ eight inch cock to his nuts and offered up his hole to Mike. Mike leaned over and picked up the bottle of lube, coated his dick and entered Pake. Pake rocked back and shoved Mike’s cock up his ass. He rocked back and forth taking turns swallowing each dick down either hole. Both Mike and Doobie filled the air with smokey grunts and moans as Pake worked each in and out.

Doobie reached out to Mike’s nipples and worked them. Mike reached out in turn and their moans grew louder and smokier as the sensations traveled between cock and nips.

Pake was in heaven, rocking between the two. Swallowing Doobie’s long slender cock while riding Mike’s thick one was bringing him very close to the edge. The smell of pipe and cigar smoke was heady as he rocked, his cock bouncing against his balls and stomach as he worked.

“Pake needs a hole!” Doobie said huskily. He pulled his cock out of Pake’s mouth and the two traded places. Doobie passed his cigar to Pake and crawled onto the bed. He bent down and swallowed Mike’s cock and gave him an expert blowjob. Pake lubed up his cock and slid a couple fingers up Doobie’s chute, getting him ready for Pake’s throbbing dick.

“Yeah, man! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me. Bro!” Doobie shouted as Pake entered him, then began to thrust in and out as Doobie bucked to meet him. Pake looked deep into Mike’s eyes as the two men filled the third with their hard members. Doobie rocked back and forth as the two bucked to meet him. The air was heavy with smoke and bearman sweat as the three men exerted themselves in full rut.

“Damn! Need me a smoke!” Doobie grunted, popping Mike out of his mouth. “Check my shirt pocket, bubba!”

Mike reached down to the wife beater on the floor and pulled an old Altoids box out of the pocket. He opened it and pulled one of the fat joints packed in it. He took out his pipe and stuck the joint in his mouth and fired it up. Mike took a big ol hit and passed it down to Doobie. “Damn, that’s some damn good weed, bro! This yer crop?”

Doobie took a long, deep hit and passed it up to Pake, who was still buried deep in Doobie’s hole. “Time out, Pecos!” Pake pulled out slow and sat down next to Doobie. Took a hit and passed up to Mike. The three smoked and finished the joint, talking about how each knew each other and Mike’s recent induction to bearsex.

“I had no idea ya liked dick, bro!” said Mike, “Ya sure as hell kept that a damn good secret!”

“It figures that Pake would get to ya first, man! I had a thing about ya for a long time. I just figgered with all the chicks ya were fuckin, ya weren’t wired for man-to-man. Big as ya are, I wasn’t about to offend ya. Ya’d take my fuckin head off! Damn glad ya are bro!”

“Well, I figger it’s probably a good thing we found out here. I can only imagine the likes of Critter, Sarge or God help us if Rocky or Big Dan were to find out.”

“I got news about Big Dan.” Doobie smiled, “Ya get him stoned and drunk enough, and he’ll fuck yer brains out! An boy howdy, he’s got a big ol piece of meat! Yeah, better not let Sarge or Rocky find out. Rocky’s still hooked up with that Aryan Brotherhood shit, and Sarge is a jarhead for life, even after bein out for as long as it’s been. Critter is just unstable enough and collects way too many guns to fuck with. You on the other hand…”

Doobie reached out and slowly started jacking Mike’s cock. It responded almost immediately and started to grow hard again. Mike picked up his pipe and fired it back up as Doobie poured lube into his hand and worked it all over Mike’s dick, now fully hard again. Doobie got up on all fours and Mike didn’t need an invitation. He slid his bone up Doobies chute and began to pound his ass.

Pake had padded off for a moment and returned with a fresh cigar in his jaw. He fired it up and grabbed the lube and started working one, then two fingers up Mike’s hole as Mike continued to plow Doobie. Doobie lit another joint as Mike worked his cock in and out, grunting out pipe smoke with each savage thrust of his tool.

Pake lubed up his dick and slowly worked his way into Mike. Mike bucked his whole shaft in and out and rode Pake as he fucked the stoner bear over and over.

“Oh fuck yeah Mike! Yelled Doobie, “I’ve wanted to ride yer cock for a long time, bro! Goddam, that feels soooo fuckin good!”

Mike was off in a world of sensation from cockhead to asshole. Re rocked back and forth feeling Pake impale him over and over as he invaded Doobies’ sweet ass. Mike leaned over to work Doobies’ nipples as he plowed him, feeling the searing heat of Pake injecting him again and again.

Doobie jacked his uncut cock as he felt the big biker plow him. He’d been wanting to get fucked by Big Mike for some time, years in fact, and couldn’t believe he was getting it now. Mike’s dick was good and thick and scratched the itch, all right. He rocked and bucked on Mike’s pole as wave after wave of high hit him with each toke. He nostrils were filled with the smell of Mike’s pipe and Pake’s cigar. He could die a happy man right now.

Mike’s grunts grew louder and louder as he expelled huge lungfulls of pipe smoke.

“Aw God, y’all! I’m gonna cum! Gawddam, I’m gonna cum big! Oh fuck! Oh sweet Jesus! Oh gaaaawd! Oooohhhhmmmyyyyyfuuuuuuckingaaaaaawd-aaaaaaaawwwwww!”

Mike shot load after load up Doobies’ ass. The sensation of Mike creaming him was too much for Doobie and he shot big wads on the bed “OooooooohyeahMiiiikeyabiiiigggfuuuuuuuckinhooootbastarduuuuuuuungh!” Dooobie shouted as he shuddered as he came.

Mike’s hole clinched over and over as he came in colors up Doobies’ ass. Pake’s dick was milked like a machine and he couldn’t help the waves of orgasm as he popped out and came all over the big biker’s ass. He grabbed his cock and milked it as streams of cum shot out.

“Aw fuck! Aaw fuck! Aw Fuck AWWWWWWWWFUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!”

All three men collapsed on the bed. Wasted, stoned, spent. They panted as each enjoyed the afterglow of a long, hot fuck session.

It was some minutes before anyone spoke.

“Damn, I’m fuckin hungry.”

“I could use a beer and a fresh pipe.”

“I need to piss like a stallion, then fire up the grill.”

It was a helluva weekend.