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Fishing for a Bear

Adam nearly dropped to his knees, and kissed the floor of the cabin as he stepped through the door. He was finally here after that 12 hour plane ride from hell, he was trapped between a stuck up Asian guy that was twisted up so tight he could have had a cork screw shoved up his ass, and that pale gothic girl with that scream-o music (if you could call it music) blasting in her ears, and more metal on her face then someone that'd be hit with a bucket of nails; Adam still didn't know how she made it through security. And then there was that damn puddle jumper of a bush plane. A pilot missing that many teeth, an eye, and who crashed three times, should _ not _ have the nickname Lucky.

Adam set down his bags, and unzipped his jacket tossing it on the pine table that took up the center of the room. It was a long trip up to this little speck on the map called K'eyush , but it was worth it. From the bush plane he could see the rivers that crisscrossed the landscape, and if anything his friend had told him was true, they were just crawling with salmon. He stretched out, letting his back crack; it was so nice to be able to stretch out, those planes were not built for big men like himself. Adam reached up, and scratched his salt and pepper colored beard, as he looked around the main room of the cabin, the walls were covered in animal pelts, horns, antlers, and a few knickknacks from the gold rush days, sifting pans, an old bear trap, a few oil lamps, and some other things. The whole place had a real rustic feel to it, even down to the furniture. Adam's eyes glanced to the table, and he saw a note with his name scribbled across it.

_The cupboards are stalked with food you can take whatever you want,

and the mini fridge isn't much but it should keep anything you need

to put in there cold. Out back theres an old generator, it's what you'll use

for power. Theres a few extra cans of gas in its shed if you need them.

And if you run into any trouble use the CB in the bed room. Just flip it to

channel 6, ask for a Macallen, and use the call sign Deep forest .

Me, my boy, or one of my brothers should pick up, and come running.

It has its own power supply so it should work

no matter what.

Have a nice trip Mister Reaver.

-Frank Macallen_

Adam looked over his shoulder at the light switch on the wall, and turned to walk over to it, he gave it a test flip, but nothing happened. He flipped it on and off rapidly a few times before he grabbed his coat off the table, and slipped it back on. He walked out of the cabin, and smiled as the fresh scent of pine traveled through his nose; it was so much better than the smell of smog he normally got when he stepped outside. He walked around to the back of the cabin where he noticed a truck parked where it shouldn't be, he heard the sound of someone working with a ratchet, and soft swears being mumbled.

Adam fallowed the sounds to a small metal shed attached to the back of the cabin, where he could see feet, and one fine ass sticking out the back of the shed door. "Damn it!" The voice shouted, as Adam made his way over to the stranger. He leaned against the door way, and traced his eyes up and down the back of the mysterious stranger. He was wearing a set of dirty overalls, and a red flannel shirt, with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His head was stuck under what looked like an engine ripped from a world war two tank, but judging from the wires sticking out of the thing, it was the generator.

Adam smirked a bit as he thought about giving that ass a slap, but he decided against it. "Anything I can do?" He asked in a cool, calm, and collected voice. Adam saw the man's body jerk, as if he was surprised by hearing Adam's question, and then Adam heard something soft slap against the metal with a loud, thud. The man pulled his head out from under the generator, his hand clutching his sore head, and a soft ow escaping his lips. Adam chuckled as he looked at that head of shaggy black hair, and the calloused hand attached to an arm that was even hairier than his. "You okay?" He asked.

The man pulled his hand down to see if it was bleeding, and went back to rubbing his head. "Yeah it's just a bump I think." He looked at Adam, and Adam looked back at him. He had a cute face, he was clean shaven, and he could tell he was in his early twenties. "Are you Mister Reaver?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, but call me Adam." Adam reached out his hand, and the other man wiped his hand off on his overalls before taking Adam's hand, and shaking it.

The younger man smiled, "Nice to meet you Mister Reaver, I'm Dallas Macallen."

Adam smiled, "Same goes for you Dallas." Adam slipped his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and looked over the mess of oil and parts strewn across the floor. "So what's wrong with the generator?"

Dallas looked over his shoulder at the generator, and back to Adam. "It's just a busted part I gotta switch out, nothing major, it's just being a bitch today for some reason. I should have it fixed in a few."

"Anything I can do to help? I know a few things about stuff like this, when I was your age I used to fix up cars at a friend's dad's shop." Adam asked.

Dallas shook his head no, "Nah, I have it under control. Besides your on vacation, and if my dad found out you helped me he'd have a fit. I know you've had a long trip, just go inside and hop in the shower, and I should have it done by the time you get out. Oh and don't worry just because theres no power doesn't mean the water's cold as ice, it's fed by a local hot spring."

"Okay if you're sure." Adam said. "Good luck with it. I'll be inside if you change your mind."

"Thanks." Dallas said, as he went back to work on the generator.

Adam walked back inside of the cabin, shedding his clothes as he went, kicking off his shoes just before he stepped through the door way into the bathroom; leaving the door open so he could see. He looked down and ran his hand over his chest, letting the thick grey and black hairs on his chest run through his fingers. He placed his hand on the bear paw tattooed on his chest, and smiled a bit, the years had made it fade a bit, but for as old as it was it'd held up good. That's when his eyes caught one of his other tattoos. He scoffed as he saw the name Steven tattooed on his bicep, a name he wished he could forget now.

Adam pulled off his pants, boxers and all, leaving him bare. He gave his love handles a squeeze, and chuckled to himself; he was fitting more and more into that "bear" physique every day. He picked up his pants, and placed them on the finished wooden counter, next to the beaten copper sink. Adam looked down at his heavy nuts, and gave them a soft squeeze. They were so full, it'd been way to long since the last time he came, and he thought about after lightening the load after Dallas left.

The hot water felt so good against Adam's skin, it was so soft, so clean, it wasn't like that slime that came out of his tap at home. The water washed over him, sinking into his beard washing away the grimy feeling that had developed over his long trip. He turned around, and let the stream of water beat down on his shoulder, melting away all the aches and pain from the piece of aircraft shrapnel lodged in his shoulder.

Adam heard a knock on the door, and he shut off the water. Adam opened the shower door, grabbed a white fluffy towel from the rack on the wall, and dried off his short salt and pepper hair. He wrapped the towel around his waist, walked over to the door and opened. Dallas was standing there, he had some oil on his face, and he was wearing a backwards baseball cap his thick curly hair curling up around the sides. Adam noticed the slight tan to his skin, like a cup of tea with too much cream. He noticed the muscles on his arms and the slight pudge around his belly. A blush grew across his clean shaven face, and his eyes darted to meet Adam's as if he was trying to avoid looking at the towel that covered Adam's lower half. "Umm... is this a bad time?"

"No not at all," Adam quickly replied, as he noticed Dallas's obvious diversion. Adam smirked a little bit, and put his hand on his hip, his thumb sliding into the waist band of the towel, pulling it down, so that his pubic hair road above his towel, and it was visible under his belly. "So did you get the generator fixed?" He asked, as he watched Dallas's eyes dart to his crotch, and then back up to his chest. Dallas's eyes almost seemed transfixed, like he wanted to touch, but was too afraid to ask. Adam watched as Dallas gulped, and darted his eyes elsewhere when he realized he was staring.

"Yeah. It gave me a little trouble, but its working now." Dallas reached in, and turned on the light switch, making the old oil lamp looking light above the table flick on.

Adam saw Dallas's eyes dart down to his crotch again, and he causally adjusted his crotch, like some guys do when they think no one's looking, but in reality he just wanted to see what Dallas would do. And he got the reaction he was hoping for. Dallas's pupils dilated and he looked into Adam's eyes before looking away again. "I feel bad now, I really wanted to help." Adam carried on as if he hadn't adjusted his balls. "I kind of feel like a slacker, you have to let me make it up to you somehow." Adam smirked a bit, "Why don't I make you a nice dinner tomorrow? To repay you for all your hard work. I guarantee my cooking is a lot better than I look."

They both laughed at that comment, but Dallas shook his head no. "Really it was no trouble at all, you're the guest, and I would have had to fix it anyway. I just had to do it sooner than later because you were coming in today."

"Well then why you just come over tomorrow as a friend." Adam continued, "Nothing wrong with a friendly dinner, right?" Adam said wiggling the bait, trying to make it a little more appealing. This guy was a catch he didn't want to get away.

Dallas stayed quiet for a moment thinking it all over, before he hesitantly replied "I guess not." Dallas continued, "Should I bring anything?"

"Your clothes would be nice." Adam chuckled, and so did Dallas once he realized that it was a joke. "But really, don't worry about a thing; I'll take care of everything. Just show up around five." And there it was. Dallas was hooked, now all he'd have to do is reel him in over dinner.

Dallas smiled, a bit of excitement in his voice as he talked. "Alright, I guess I'll catch you later then. Have a nice night Adam, and if you need anything just call me up on the CB; I have one at my house and if the truck, so you should be able to catch me anytime. My CB name is Ranger."

"Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow, have a nice night." Replied Adam.

Adam watched Dallas walk to his truck, he had a little spring to his step, it was sort or cute. He gave a little wave good bye as he watched Adam's truck pull out of the drive, and head down the narrow unkempt road that lead into town. Adam smiled to himself, "Maybe I'll wait to let that load off tonight. I have a feeling it'll go to better use tomorrow."

***

The cast iron skillet sizzled as Adam flipped his salmon fillet. He hummed softly to himself as the smells of the cooking fish, combined with butter and lemon; filling the whole cabin with a heavenly aroma. He checked on the mashed potatoes and green beans on the old cast iron cook top, before he took them off, and set them on the counter for later. He wiped his hands off on a kitchen towel, and went back to tending the salmon.

Adam glanced at his gold watch, 4:57; his dinner guest should be here any second. He grabbed two plates from the cupboard, and scooped some of the mashed potatoes and green beans on each, before he set them down on the table. He walked back over to the skillet, and made sure the salmon was done. He picked the skillet up, and carried it over to the table. Adam slid a fillet onto each plate, and set the skillet back on the stove. He waved his hand over his plate, encouraging the steam to drift to his nose, "Nothing like fresh caught salmon." He thought to himself as a knock came from the door. He wiped his hands off on his jeans, and went to open the door.

Adam smiled when he saw Dallas standing in the door way; he was wearing the same overalls from the day before, but he was wearing a brown and green flannel shirt under it, instead of red one. Adam saw Dallas return the smile, "Right on time." Adam gestured for Dallas to come in, "Have a seat."

Dallas walked inside and took a seat behind one of the plates; he looked over at Adam, a smile still on his face. "Damn I'm glad this is ready, I could smell it a mile away." Dallas said as he looked down at his meal, "But I think it looks better then it smells, if that's even possible." Dallas looked up at Adam again, and nervously fidgeted with his hair. "Thanks for all this. It's really kind of you."

Adam chuckled softly, and walked over to the kitchen to get a glass. "Really it was no trouble at all. You being here is all the thanks I need." Adam reached into the old mini fridge's freezer, and pulled out an ice cube tray and a bottle of black berry brandy. He put some ice in his glass, and poured the brandy over it. "Do you want something to drink? I have water, and if you're in the mood some black berry brandy I brought from home."

Dallas looked back over his shoulder, "Some brandy would be great." Dallas leaned back in his chair, putting one arm over the back as he watched Adam.

Adam grabbed a second glass, put ice in it, and poured some of the brandy over it. Adam walked back over to Dallas, and set his glass down in front of him, before taking his seat. He took a sip of his drink, letting that sweet taste roll over his tongue and that cold burn slide down his throat. Adam picked up his fork and knife, and cut into his fish. "So tell me about yourself, Dallas." Adam said, as he took a bite of his meal.

Dallas took a sip of his drink, and looked over at Dallas, making eye contact. "Well what do you want to know?"

Adam wiggled his fork back and forth between his fingers. "Anything. What do you like to do, where you went to school, did you grow up here, etc."

"Well let me think," he said as he took a bite of his food. "Wow this is really good, by the way." He continued. "Anyway, I grew up here. Actually my family founded this town back during the gold rush days. My grandmother was a native from these parts and my grandfather was a traveling trader from Scotland, who thought he could strike it rich from all the prospectors that came up this way. He built a general store, and as the years went by, my father, and my aunts and uncles pooled their money, and built a gas station, doctor's office, and a local bar. That attracted people from nearby settlements, and grew the town into what it is today." Dallas looked around at the cabin, "This cabin was actually my grandparents old place, after the last of them passed away... in a hunting accident. My father couldn't bear to come back here and relive all the memories, so he decided to rent out the place." Dallas took another bite of his fish, almost grinning as he tasted it. "And as for school, I was homeschooled for most of my life, and then after a few arguments with my father, I went to the University of Alaska, in Fairbanks, and got my degree in business. While I was there I apprenticed under a mechanic - for some extra cash-, but he was more of a handy man, so I learned to fix a lot more than just engines."

Adam kept eye contact as Dallas talked, nodding when appropriate. "So why did you come back here after you got your degree?" Adam asked with a curious tone in his voice. "Did the big city of Fairbanks just not fit you right?"

Dallas scoffed as he heard that, "I don't know if "big city" are the right words for it." He picked at his food with his fork, "It was fun, but the whole reason I went out there was just for school, besides... I'm kind of attached to this place. I never felt at home there, all that concrete and steel was so confining, I missed running through the forest and swimming in the streams." Dallas shook his head softly to break himself out of the funk he was now in, "Anyway, the spotlight's on you now." He smirked, and pointed his fork at Adam. "The only things I know about you are that you're a good cook, and your name's Adam." Dallas raised one of his eye brows, "For all I know, you're some kind of criminal."

Adam wiped his mouth on his napkin, "Fine you got me." He smirked, and put his hands up in the air, "I'm the famous, la-jock, wanted by Interpol. I've stolen jock straps from famous athletes from here to France, take me in." They both laughed at that, and Adam leaned back in his chair. "Well I grew up on a farm in Oregon, which is where I grew to love hunting and fishing. When I was eighteen I joined the Navy -and before you ask, yes I have the uniform with the hat and everything- after a few years of that I retired, and moved on to the desk job I'm in now. I work for this big textile company in Arizona. God, most days I don't even get to see outside of my window; it makes me good money, but if it wasn't for trips like this, I'd go crazy. Nothing clams me down more than being on a river, casting my line into the water, and waiting for that big fish to hook on my line; it's like meditating for me."

Dallas put his elbows on the table, and put his chin in his hands. "I wouldn't know; I've never tried to catch fish that way." They talked into the night, trading hunting, fishing, and stories from their lives back and forth, getting to know each other more and more as time went by. "So what was it like being in the navy?" The night went on like that, they drank, laughed, and traded stories back and forth, the whole time Adam biding his time, slowly reeling in his catch, fighting with it, watching it, getting ready to net it in.

***

Adam stood up from his seat and walked over to his bag, "So when did it occur that it was a bad idea, as you were going over the falls or when the inner tube popped at the bottom?" Adam asked, with a soft chuckle. He unzipped his duffle bag, and started to rummage through it.

Dallas smiled and rolled his eyes, his tan cheeks a little red from the alcohol in his system. "I think it was after the inner tube popped, because going down was fun as hell, but hey, I'm still alive, and I don't have that many scares to show for it."

Adam lifted up a cherry wood pipe and a tin of tobacco from his bag, "Sure whatever you say. Hey do you mind if I smoke? I'm in the mood for a night cap."

Dallas shook his head, "No its fine, I've smoked stuff in my past, and my uncles and father love pipes and cigars."

Adam smirked a little bit, "Is that stuff what I think it is, or should I ask?"

Dallas chuckled, "Hey you were in the navy, don't sit there and tell me you never did anything like I did on shore leave. And don't play incent mister, "I sent 12 Vietnamese hookers to my caption's quarters".

Adam chuckled, "Okay. Okay. So have you ever tried a pipe?" He asked, as he gave his pipe a false light.

"No I can't say I have. It's just something I never thought about."

Adam used his tamper to compress the tobacco into his pipe, until it was even with the rim of the bowl. Adam scoffed, "Well you might as well try something new tonight. And I have a feeling this will be a more rewarding experience than anything you've done with Jimbob." Adam struck a match, and gently moved the flame around the outer edge of the pipe's bowl, as he took slow puffs of his pipe, the smoke thickening with every draw. He walked over to Dallas, and handed him his pipe. "Now just wrap your lips around it, and draw it into your mouth."

Dallas looked down at the pipe, and then up at Adam. He looked like he was about to say no, but he brought the pipe up to his lips, and wrapped them around the mouth piece. He took a long slow draw, letting the smoke roll over his tongue, tasting that rich warm flavor. Adam stepped behind Dallas, and put his hands on his shoulders. "Just like that," he spoke softly. Dallas took another puff, and he felt his whole body start to relax, getting a soft buzz from all the smoke. Adam leaned in close, and whispered into Dallas's ear, "Doesn't it taste good? He asked, "Do you feel that buzz yet? Making you feel good isn't it?"

Adam smirked, and ran his hand down Dallas's chest to the top button of his shirt. "You know, I learned a lot about you from this dinner. I had my notions from the other day; you're so cute when you blush by the way. But I wanted to make sure before I tried anything. It was border line for a while, but I watched you as we talked, your body langue told me everything I needed to know. The way you played with your hair, the way your eyes never seemed to leave mine, and the way you hung on my every word. That and I noticed when you talked about your Exs you were very careful about your pronouns, never saying "Her or she" always calling them your Ex, with a number attached. I used to play that game when I was younger -being in the navy and all-, and you know what they say about bullshitting a bullshiter..." Adam kept undoing the buttons of Dallas's shirt, "Now just sit back, and enjoy that pipe while I take care of you." He had him, now all he had to do was get him, and bring him onto his boat... or in this case onto his dick.

Adam ran his fingers through Dallas's chest hair; it was so thick, thicker than most guys he'd seen. Adam ran his tongue along the inside of Dallas's ear, and he almost jumped. Adam thought he'd freaked Dallas's out at first, but then he heard a deep moan of pleasure, almost like a growl in Dallas's chest, he kept going. Clearly Dallas had some sensitive ears. Adam ran his hand down to the bulge that was forming in the crotch of Dallas's jeans, and he grabbed it through the denim fabric. Adam started to rub his hand against those heavy balls that lay trapped inside of Dallas's overalls while his other hand pulled the pipe from Dallas's mouth, and turned his head so they were facing each other. Dallas started to blow the smoke from his mouth, and Adam sucked it in; moving closer and closer to Dallas's lips. Their lips met and he shoved his broad tongue into Dallas's mouth, he felt that young mouth start to suckle on his tongue as it danced between them.

Dallas reached out and grabbed Adam's balls through his jeans, kneading them in his hand as they kissed. Adam unzipped the fly of Dallas's overalls, reached in, and pulled out his cock through that opening. He ran his fingers along the underside of that soft flesh, down to those round hairy balls. Adam gave them a soft squeeze, making Dallas moan through their kiss. Adam pulled away and smirked a bit, "Lets head back to the bedroom, boy."

"Okay," Dallas simply replied through heavy breath. Adam chuckled at that, and he gave Dallas one quick kiss. Dallas wrapped his lips around the mouth piece of the pipe, and blew a smoke ring above both of their heads. Adam helped Dallas up, and the two headed to the bed room; their clothes shedding to the floor as they walked.

Adam always loved this part. It was like making his way into new territory; he might not be the first traveler, but he got to experience all those hidden wonders and talents for himself. Like Columbus setting foot on the new world. Adam ran his hands down Dallas's black hairy chest; it was thick, and everywhere. This boy has a shag carpet, Adam thought. He ran his hands down Dallas's sides along where his arms would lay, even they had a thick coating of hair; that was strange, he'd only ever seen a few guys with that before. If there was ever a guy that better fit the term bear, it was Dallas. Adam gave Dallas another look. Well maybe wolf would be closer, he thought.

Adam sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled Dallas closer to him. He blew warm smoke across Dallas's pecker, and then it jumped as if someone had touched it. "Oh god..." Adam heard Dallas moan, and he reached out and wrapped his hand around that throbbing piece of flesh in front of his face. Dallas started to slowly pump up and down with his thumb and index finger, watching Dallas's creamy foreskin envelop the dark pink head of his cock; spreading pre over that helmet shaped head of his cock. Adam leaned forward, and just flicked his tongue over that dark pink head, as his hands reached behind Dallas, and ran up his thighs to his soft hairy ass. Adam squeezed it in his hands, and he felt his cock flex in his boxers; he couldn't wait to get into that.

Dallas started to grind back against Adam's hands, and he ran his own hands down Adam's forearms until their hands met. Dallas put his hands over Adam's, and held them in place as he grinded against them. "Oh that feels good..." Dallas moaned softly.

Adam smirked, "Someone's eager, aren't they?" He asked as he gave Dallas's ass another hard squeeze, and his cock tip another lick.

Dallas shivered, and let out another deep moan. "Ohhh... it's just been a while since I've done something like this."

Adam chuckled, "Then I'll just have to take my time with you, make sure you're not as needy the next time this happens." Adam slid his hands down to Dallas's thighs, and pulled forward; making Dallas knees buckle and slide onto the bed next to Adam's legs. Adam put his hands on Dallas's sides, and leaned back pulling Adam down on top of him. Adam felt Dallas's hard pecker brush against his cock; he reached down and wrapped his hand around both of them, and squeezed them together. He heard a soft moan pass through Dallas's lips as he started to rub their shafts together, smearing Dallas's pre down along both there shafts. Damn is there anything this kid doesn't have a lot of? Adam asked himself.

Adam took a long draw from his pipe, and kissed Dallas again; this time pushing the smoke into his mouth. Adam felt that lighter body relax on top of his as that rich smoke poured from Dallas's nose. He felt Dallas start to grind their crotches together, he got as much of Dallas's pre on his fingers that he could, and he slide his hand off of their cocks. Adam pulled away from the kiss, put his pipe back in his mouth, he took another draw, and blew smoke across one of Dallas's ears; making that smaller body above him shiver. He ran his hand down to the small of Dallas's back, and pressed down; making his back arch and that young hairy ass stick up into the air. Adam took his pre covered fingers, and rubbed them over that anal star; slicking it with Dallas's own pre. Adam slide one of his fingers into that hairy hole; testing it. Dallas shivered above him, and Adam smirked. The ears aren't the only sensitive spot on this kid, Adam thought.

Adam slid a second finger into that hairy hole, and he felt some of Dallas's pre roll onto his balls. Fuck this kid pres a lot, Adam thought. Adam started to slowly push and pull his fingers in and out of that hairy hole, making Dallas shiver above him every time he touched that pleasure button deep inside of Dallas's ass. Adam blew smoke into Dallas's ear again, "I think you're ready for my cock, boy."

Dallas pulled back, breathing heavy. "Sorry, no glove, no love, buddy."

Adam rolled his eyes, and shoved his fingers deeper into Dallas's ass; making him moan again. "Come on, why ruin the moment? I got tested before I came up here, I know I'm clean."

Dallas shook his head no, "I don't care; I still want you to put a condom on first."

Adam scoffed, "Fine, but you better be ready when I get back."

Dallas smiled, and leaned down, and gave one of Adams nipples a little nibble, flicking his tongue over it after. "That sounds like a fare trade to me."

Adam chuckled, and rolled Dallas off him; giving him a quick kiss before he got up. He went into the living room, rifled through his bag, and pulled out a small black overnight bag; one of two that he carries with him. He unzipped it, and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom from it, leaving everything else for... later. Adam walked back into the bedroom, and his cock jumped a little at the site.

Dallas was laying on his back, he had his knees pulled up to his chest, and his hard cock flexing against that little bit of a belly he had. Adam ripped the condom open with his teeth, letting the wrapper fall to the floor. He dropped a bit of lube in the tip of the condom, and rolled it over his throbbing shaft. He crawled up on the bed behind Dallas. He squirted some of the lube onto two of his fingers, and rubbed them over that hairy hole, before he squirted some on his shaft, and spread it over his length.

Adam crawled closer, and ran his tongue along the underside of Dallas's cock. He gave the sensitive glands just under the tip a little flick with his tongue, before he grabbed Dallas's legs, and lifted them up onto his shoulder. Adam ran his hands over Dallas's rump, squeezing and kneading it, before he started to rub those creamy thighs. Adam put the pipe between Dallas's lips, and then he blew smoke across Dallas's hairy chest; the smoke weaving its way through the coarse hairs. Adam kissed his way up Dallas's stomach, letting his beard rub against Dallas's skin. He gave Dallas's nipple a playful bite, before he kissed him again. Adam leaned forward, pressing their bodies closer together; letting his cock rub against the underside of Dallas's balls. He pulled their hips back, but kept their bodies pressed together.

Adam slid his cock between those creamy cheeks, letting the head of his cock find that puckered hole. Adam reached down and cupped Adam's warm hairy balls in his palm, and squeezed down hard enough to make Dallas shudder under him. Dallas broke their kiss, took a draw off his pipe as Dallas held it, and then thrusted forward as smoke wafted from his nose. Adam felt those tight anal muscles fighting against his cock, at first, but they soon gave way, and he felt the head of his cock sink inside of that warm velvety tunnel. Dallas reached down, and pulled his balls up, so they wouldn't get in the way. Oh I love it when a guy does that, Dallas thought. Adam started to rub Dallas's sides, kissing the crook of the younger man's neck, tickling it with his coarse hair beard. He gave a soft grunt, and thrusted forward; their hips meeting with a soft pat, and a moan from Dallas's lips.

Adam gave Dallas a few moments to adjust to the new length inside of him; rubbing his hands over Dallas's while he did. He pulled out a few inches of his cock, and thrust back inside, their bodies meeting with a soft groan of passion. Adam started to swirl his hips, swirling his cock inside of Dallas, touching on all of those sensitive spots inside of him. Adam smirked as he felt puffs of smoke passing by his ears, filling the whole room with that rich woody pipe scent; that always made him so horny. Adam pulled out again, and thrusted back in; his fat balls slapping against Dallas's creamy rump.

Adam settled into a steady rhythm, their hairy sweat soaked bodies rubbing together as Adam's cock thrusted in and out of Dallas's tight hairy ass. Adam could feel Dallas's cock grinding against his hairy belly; a thick coating of pre now mating down the hairs to his skin. Adam took a draw off his pipe as Dallas held it, and blew the smoke above their heads. He watched as it pooled against the ceiling with the rest of the smoke; adding to the now hazy atmosphere. Adam always loved the feeling he'd get while smoking a pipe and having sex, it seemed to just slow everything down, and let him enjoy everything more.

Adam let out a heavy breath, and he felt his body start to shake from fatigue. "Here it comes." Adam panted. He grunted softly, his thrusts grew erratic, and his balls drew up tight against his body. Adam's ass cheeks flexed, his face contorted, and he let out a few strong, warm, sticky jets of cum out of the head of his cock, letting it fill up the tip of his condom. He gave a few last thrusts as he finished, milking what he could out of his cock. Adam looked up, gingerly took the pipe from Dallas's mouth, and kissed him once more as he reached down, and wrapped his hand around Dallas's dick. He started to pump him hand up and down along Dallas's slick cock, making him moan and squirm under him. He felt Dallas's body tense under him, his ass clamp down around his cock like a vice, and hot jets of cum shoot out into his hand and over Dallas's belly.

The two laid there trapped in their sticky embrace, their mouths and hands exploring each other's bodies as they came down from their orgasms. "That was nice," Dallas said softly. "But can you let me go? My legs are starting to go numb."

Adam chuckled, "Sure, boy." He reached down, and wrapped two fingers around the base of the condom as he pulled out. "I'll go get us something to clean up with," he looked up at Dallas and winked, "Don't go nowhere now." Adam jumped off the bed, and got two wet wash clothes from the bathroom. When he got back, Dallas was sitting on the edge of the bed, stretching. He threw one of the wet wash clothes to Dallas, who caught it, and started to scrub the cum and sweat off his body.

"Thanks," Dallas said, as he rubbed the warm cloth over his sore neck.

"It was no trouble at all." Adam said as he walked back over to the bed, taking a seat next to Dallas. He ran his hand over Dallas's thigh, grabbing those heavy hairy balls as he licked along the inside of Dallas's ear. "Hey," he said softly. "Why don't you stay here tonight; I'd love to teach you to fly fish in the morning."

Dallas smirked, and his hand moved to Adam's balls to return the favor. "I think theres a lot more you can do then just that. I'm sure someone with your experience has a lot to teach someone like me."

Adam chuckled, and gave Dallas's balls a soft squeeze. "More then you know, boy..."