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Bedtime came early that night, for the next morning we'd have to get up an hour early in order to make it to church on time. Bubba's arm curled around me protectively, and for the first time I felt no hesitation about pulling it tighter around my waist. I snuggled back into his heat, and realized that for the first time, by choice, we were both on the same side of the sheet. I felt a soft brush at the back of my neck as Bubba kissed the back of my neck. "Thanks," he said, "for saving me from myself."

I felt his arm move further around me and take hold of me under the arm. He rolled backwards, making me roll over as well. We were then face to face, and somehow his arm was still around me. I could feel his soft breath against my face, still smelling toothpaste-fresh. "If nothing else, that convinced me you were in this for the right reasons." He pulled my head down a bit and kissed me gently on the forehead. "It's me talking now, not the alcohol." he said.

I could sense movement in the dark, then I felt his lips brush against mine. It was a tentative kiss at first, a small peck on the lips. A second later, feeling no resistance from me, he kissed me again more firmly. The third time his lips parted slightly, and I felt the monster inside me rumble to life. Sensing the change, Bubba angled his head a bit and pressed his mouth full on mine. When my own lips parted, his tongue brushed against them, not an invader, but an explorer.

His right arm moved underneath to pillow my head as his left hand rubbed up and down my back, his strong fingers finding the tight spots and massaging them away as his tongue ran in and out of me. His kiss didn't have a practiced technique that some men adopt, it was as spontaneous and heartfelt as I've ever experienced, and it ripped into me. At that moment I would have died for this man. The transaction was complete - in that instant, he owned everything I had to give. What he gave back to me would be his choice, and that scared the living shit out of me. I knew I could end up with nothing in all this, heartbroken and lost. It was why I'd pulled back so many times.

Bubba's kisses slowed, and he pulled back slightly. He rolled on top of me, pushing his thick arms underneath my back so his hands were behind my shoulders. He bore his weight on his arms, and I could see the muscles in his shoulders bunch and gather as he moved. I've been with a few men in my life, some of them damned good looking. But none of them had the raw animal power of this man. He settled his lower body on mine, and I could feel the substantial lump in his underwear pressing against me.

"We don't have to do anything, buddy," he said. "If you want me to back off I will."

It was far, far too late for that. Everything that had built up inside me for the past few months had broken free, and there was no way in hell it could be dammed up again. I wrapped my arms around his body and ran my hands down his back. The muscles in his back made warm hills under his short, dark fur, and were pliable and relaxed. I kneaded them, massaging tender spots caused by hard work and releasing tension from them. One hand rubbed the back of his neck while the other one followed the soft hair in the valley of his back down to his briefs. I ran my hand over his butt, pleased to find it as firm under my hand as it had looked when I caught the occasional glimpse of it. He didn't have the small, tight ass that gay culture told me was perfect. No, it was large and full, masculine and muscular. Bubba had, in weightlifting terms, the perfect squatter's ass, and I loved it. I cupped my hands underneath it and gave a gentle upwards squeeze, kneading the flesh through his underwear like warm bread dough.

He grunted his pleasure and buried his face in my shoulder, his short beard rubbing against my neck. I turned my head and ran the tip of my nose around his ear, catching the tip of it in my teeth and nibbling softly. He moaned softly and pressed the side of his face into mine. Slowly, his hips began to grind, pushing the lump in his underwear back and forth across my belly. I pushed his hips a few inches lower so my own erection rubbed against the soft flesh in his briefs that had to be his balls. The tension was building inside both of us.

He pushed his legs between mine and levered them apart. Now our positions were reversed, and he rubbed my crotch against his belly, enjoying the feeling of my hard cock straining against the fabric. His kisses and nips ran down my chest, following the growth pattern in my belly hair, then took one of my nipples in his mouth. He suckled it expertly, using tongue and teeth to stimulate, pushing me to the verge of pain, then backing off again. He had my other nipple in his hand, being first massaged and pinched, then lightly brushed over with just his fingertips.

"Geez, you are a tit man!" I said, breathlessly. "Keep that up, and we won't need to do anything else!" Bubba's sharp front teeth nibbled on my nipples, flashing sparks of sensation all the way to my brain.

Bubba arched his back and pushed his crotch into the V made by my spread legs. He rubbed back and forth, massaging my butt with his hard-on as his furry chest rode up and down against the hardness in my shorts. The movement pulled the material of my underwear down a few inches, freeing the tip of my erection from its prison. He felt the wetness and looked down, then rolled off me and reached down to touch it. One of his legs was still over mine, and I was reminded of the way the dominant dog in a pack will put his paw on a prize so every other member of the pack knew he wasn't through with it yet.

Bubba ran his index finger over the slick, sticky head of my cock. "Man, you sure do get wet, don't you," He said. He slid my underwear down a bit more and massaged the underside of my cock, pressing more pre-cum out of the tip. He played with the sticky fluid until it coated his fingers, then he surprised me by putting one of the fingers in his mouth. "I've never tasted it before," he said, his voice rough and deep. "It's sweet, and a little salty."

He pulled my sheath down, spat in his hand and ran it along the length of my erection. I'm longer than normal, a little over seven inches, and a little bigger at the base than at the tip. He treated it like it was the best thing he'd ever held in his hand, but it was obvious that he didn't quite know what to do with it yet. I reached down and ran my fingers through his short, dark hair, scratching his scalp at the base of his neck. In return, he slowly jerked me off for a moment, getting used to the feel of another man's cock in his hand, then squeezed its length ike he would squeeze one of the cow's teats. He gathered the clear liquid from the tip onto his finger, licked it off, then climbed back on top and kissed me deeply, his tongue pushing into my mouth and sharing the taste with me.

"Do you want me inside you?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes. I wrapped my legs around his and ground my crotch into his as I nibbled at his jawline. When I reached his chin, I bit down harder and felt goose bumps pop up along the back of his arms. There are some things in life you just can't fake, and getting goose bumps is one of them. "Oh, man," he said, his voice coming from deep in his chest, "I'm gonna take that as a 'yes'".

Bubba reluctantly pulled himself away and walked into the bathroom, his erection swaying back and forth with every step, returning seconds later with a pump bottle of hand lotion and a bath towel. Gesturing to the bottle, he said, "It's probably not the best stuff in the world for this, but it's all we've got." He bent over and carefully pulled my underwear the rest of the way clear of my body. He tossed them onto the floor, then moved his hands to the waistband of his own shorts.

"Wait!" I said quickly, "Hold on." I pulled myself to the side of the bed and sat up. Pulling him into a hug, I buried my face in his warm belly fur. The cares of the world, what few there were in this house, faded far away in that instant. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close for a few moments, and in that time I felt completely, utterly safe. I

I reached behind him and ran my fingers under the waistband of his briefs. I teased myself for a moment, then felt the lump of his erection through the thin cotton fabric of his underwear. His cock was as thick as I thought it would be, and maybe even a little longer. I'd swear it seemed about the same size and shape as a one pound roll of pork sausage.

Bubba's hands rested warm and weighty on my shoulders, patiently massaging as I explored his private parts. I squeezed the head through the material, and he moaned and squeezed my shoulders in return. Leaning over, he put the side of his face on the top of my head. "Ooh, please..." he rumbled, caught up in the sensation.

I ran my hands around to the back of his shorts one last time and pushed my fingers underneath the waistband. The fur underneath lay smooth and flat, I gave his magnificent ass one last squeeze, then pulled gently downwards. The waistband moved smoothly over the humps of his rear end, but was caught in the front by his hard on. I ran my hands around to the front, and gently pulled the waistband over his throbbing cock.

It left me breathless. I'd seen big cocks before, and quite frankly, mostly they were ugly. Bubba's was perfect. The sheath was pulled tight to accommodate his length, and the two inches of hard cock sticking out were thick and wet. His nuts were large and low hanging, but didn't draw undue attention to themselves. The whole package gave the impression of being thick and meaty, yet like the man it was attached to, still managed to be proportionate and natural.

Bubba stepped out of his underwear and stood still for me to get as good a look as I wanted. I took his sheath in my hand and gently massaged its length, and was rewarded with a drop of clear liquid at the tip of his emerging cock. Unlike Bubba, I simply leaned down and cleaned it off with my tongue. God knows, I wasn't afraid to put a cock in my mouth, especially this one. I first ran my tongue over his head, then worked it into his sheath and swirled it around the sensitive flesh. His moans told me that I was pleasing him, and a warmth spread inside me. My immediate goal in life was to make Bubba feel better than he ever had before, and from the sounds he was making, I was succeeding!

Bubba's breath began to come quickly, and he pushed me back gently, "I'm not ready yet," he said.

"I thought you told me you could come over and over again," I teased, thinking back to a conversation we'd had in the barn a month or more earlier.

"I can," He said, pumping lotion into the palm of his hand, "But tonight I want it to be one big one." He spread a generous amount onto his cock, rubbing it in to make it as hard and slick as possible. Then he paused. "What's the best way to do this?" he asked, "I've never even see two guys go at it before."

I chuckled and lay back on the bed, spreading my legs. "Kneel between my legs, Stud." He clambered up on the bed, comfortable in following my directions. "Before you shove that slab of meat inside me you're going to have to loosen me up a bit. I pulled the towel underneath me and smoothed it out. "Put some lotion on your finger, and work it inside me for a minute."

I heard the pump squirt a couple of times, then felt a coldness between my cheeks as he felt around for my hole. His movements slowed when his fingers found their target, carefully pushing lotion inside me to lubricate the way. Hell, even his fingers were big! This might take a while.

Laying down beside me, he kissed me as he massaged my hole with his finger. Slowly, gently, he pushed his thick finger in and out, "God, you're tight," he breathed, "Hot, too." A time or two he moved too quickly or pushed in at the wrong angle and caused me to catch my breath in pain. He was a considerate lover, and made sure I was okay before continuing. He began to be inventive, moving his hand in different ways, exploring my insides as he kissed me through my moans of pleasure.

He worked his middle finger all the way inside me, touching the magic spot and making me gasp in pleasure. "That thing that you just touched?" I said between panting breaths, "That's my prostate."

"That felt good?" Bubba asked, doubtfully, "It hurts like hell when the doctor pokes it." He experimentally rubbed the tip of his finger against my prostate again, causing another wave of pleasure to course through me, and making my already wet cock drool in anticipation of the real thing.

"That's because your doctor pokes inside you like a straight man instead of stroking it gently. If you rub it just right, it feels like getting a blow job from the insi... Oooh, that's it..." I trailed off. Bubba was a quick learner, and his big fingers felt so damned good inside me. But I wanted more.

"I'm ready for you, Bubba," I said, "Let's do it!"

With one last kiss, he pushed himself up and knelt between my legs. I put one leg on each of his shoulders, angling my ass upwards for him. He immediately got the message and needed no further instruction. He took one calf muscle in each hand and spread my legs. Leaning over me, he pushed the head of his cock towards its goal. He was so hard, he didn't even have to guide himself in. Slowly, the head pushed its way upwards until it found its mark.

I couldn't take my eyes off Bubba's face as he changed his angle and pushed inside me for the first time. In spite of his thickness and his inexperience, I was so worked up that I was able to take him inside me with very little pain. I felt the head push itself inside, followed by the shaft pushing its way in, inch by delicious inch. This wasn't like he'd treated the hooker back in town. He just shoved himself inside her like it was nothing and started banging away. This time, he was careful.

Bubba settled himself, then withdrew half his considerable length and pushed in again, this time burying his cock inside me all the way to the nuts. As his cock rubbed against my prostate, we let out matching moans of pleasure, His head was thrown back, and he was panting like he'd been wrestling a steer. "Aaw, shit, that's good," he moaned. Each time he pushed into me, I could feel the warm weight of his bull balls slap my butt, reminding me with every thrust that for the first time in my life, I had a real man inside me.

As he realized that he wasn't hurting me, he felt more comfortable increasing his speed and force. He varied his tempo and his depth, occasionally pulling all the way out of me and teasing me with just the head. I begged him shamelessly, "Please, Bubba, put it back in me. I want you inside me." And each time, he obliged, breeding me with animal lust.

When I began to jerk my cock, he took me gently by the wrists and held them above my head. At that angle, I had no leverage and it was pointless to struggle. He easily held me while he pumped his cock in and out of my ass. "That's right, fight if you want. But you're not going to win, are you?"

He could see it in my eyes once I'd submitted to him, and he let go of my wrists. "Keep them up there," he ordered. Then he promised, "Don't worry, Jason. I'll take care of you." The tone of his voice made me trust him completely. Slowly, he pushed inside me, dominating me completely. Once inside, he bounced me up and down, making his balls slap against my butt and, deep inside me, rubbing himself against my prostate. My eyes rolled back into my head, and It felt very far away when he pumped more lotion into his fist, then wrapped it around my throbbing cock.

His huge paw of a hand stroked back and forth, teasing me to the brink, then letting me settle back down. He let me move my right hand, but only to feel his balls as they slapped against my backside, then made me stretch my arms out spread-eagled, willingly helpless.

He groaned, and this one sounded different than those before it. "I can't hold back much longer, buddy" he told me, "I'm gonna blow my load inside you." His strokes on my cock became erratic as his own thrusts became urgent and mindless. In the end, he simply held my cock in his warm, slick fist as he used his arms to pull me into his pounding hips, frantic to plant his seed inside me.

His thrusts inside me had me near the edge, and hearing him grunt warnings of his fast-approaching orgasm was enough to push me over the edge. I yelled out my completion, my semen shooting out the end of his fist to make white rivers tracking across my belly. Feeling my hot seed shooting out between his fingers he could no longer hold back his own release. With a grunt and a yell, he buried himself full inside me as deeply as his strength would allow and emptied his balls inside me, pushing himself as far into me as he possibly could as his pulsing cock shot a huge, wet load of farm-boy cum into my guts.

What felt like hours later, he slowly pulled his softening monster of a cock out of me. Although I was limp in his hand, he still held on as if he didn't want to ever let go. He cared for me like I was a baby, wiping up the mess and carefully cleaning the cooling semen off my belly and his hands.

Through slitted eyes I watched him, illuminated by the security light above the big barn door that shone in through the bedroom window. I saw my cousin use the towel to wipe his hands and his swollen member as clean as possible, then toss it into the hamper and climb into bed beside me. The last barrier between us was down, and there was no hesitation as he snuggled up behind me and wrapped me in his big, warm arms. I could feel the soft tube of his cock pressing against my butt cheeks, and it just plain felt right. He kissed the back of my neck one last time before burying his nose in the hair on the back of my head and falling deeply asleep.

The crowing of the damned rooster woke us both at 4:30 the next morning, and for a moment neither of us moved. Our bodies were tangled together, a reminder of what we'd done the night before. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then Bubba broke the ice by leaning forward and kissing me gently on the lips. "Good morning, buddy."

"Good morning, " I returned. "You're not going to act all weird today are you? "The alcohol made me do it", and that sort of thing?"

"Nope." He said, using the tips of his claws to bring some order to the unruly shock of hair on top of my head. "I'm glad it happened, and I hope it'll happen again. " he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Lots." Then he thought of something else. "This isn't going to turn you into a big girl, is it?"

I laughed, "Shit, no. I like being a guy. " The lowing of the cows brought us back to reality, and I rested my head on Bubba's arm one last time before working my legs free of his and stumbling out of bed. "I'll make the coffee."

"See?" he hollered after me, his voice full of a lightness and mirth it hadn't had before, "It's already started! You're getting all domestic on me!"