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Cliff must have been here before as he did make sure he would show me everything that had some kind of interest--the Calgary Tower for a start, some Olympic buildings like the oval, or the Olympic Plaza, a really nice city. I took loads of pics…got dad's cock ring and after a nice meal in a real restaurant, we even indulged ourselves with a bedroom and a king size bed in a motel, southwest of Calgary near the Sarcee Indian Reserve.

Yes, we did have another nice round of sex and yes, I did get my arse fucked to a pulp that evening again…and during the night for a quickie, even though we did not cum, but Cliff felt asleep with his hard on buried up to the hilt inside my now distorted arse hole... and again the next morning. Yes, like I told you I felt asleep with Cliff cuddling behind me, his arms against me and his cock resting against my dilated arse ...and of course, before we get on the road again, we both enjoy some real Canadian pancakes, covered with real Canadian maple syrup..

However, I was starting to walk like the Eiffel tower…my legs slightly apart.if, you know what I mean.

Our trip back went nicely. We did make some stops so that I could take some pics, as the scenery was just amazing, and soon enough we were at the Canada-US border station control. Cliff parked the truck on the side of the road. We turned the engine off and stepped outside

A deep, low voice could be heard behind us. A blond mustached brickwall , wearing a Canadian Border Patrol uniform, was heading toward us

"Well, Cliff. I’ll be damned; I haven’t see you here for a long time. Welcome back!" the guy had a noticeable French accent.

"Fuck,.Michel…bloody hell! Yeah. I ain’t seen you here for ages. I thought you went back to Montreal?"

"No, just got some time off and went to Europe for two months…" The blond guy looked at me, "What do we have here?"

"Oh…sorry…" said Cliff, putting his arm on my shoulder."Michel, this is Peter, a friend of mine... Peter, that’s Michel, a good buddy of mine as well. if you wanna try to speak French, go ahead. He s from the province of Quebec."

We shook hands; the Canadian guy had some lovely green eyes. His mustache was thick and brushy, and his jaws were showing a nice golden 5 o'clock shadow... He had that feeling of strength…just nice. I felt a light shiver going through my back.

"Tu parles Francais, Peter ?"

"Un petit peu… Mais je ne le sais plus bien.. j ai oublie beaucoup!"

"Hey, Cliff.that little boy does speak fairly good French, he s got a good accent…" Michel, went by my side, and patted my shoulder with his hand. He seemed a nice furry man as well.

"Si tu as envie de faire du Francais. viens me voir.. je t aiderais.... Cliff, I was telling that little sweetie that if he wanna improve his French, I d be delighted to help him out, anytime," Michel eyed me up and down…licking his mustached upper lips.

Cliff laughed, "Sure, I know how you would help the poor boy.. With you cock inside his arse…I know you Michel."

“Hey, nothing wrong with that... I bet that little fella does like it in the arse…" the Canadian Mounty gave my arse a squeeze… "Guys, why don t you pop inside and have a break. I’m by myself today, and I’ve got some fresh coffee on."

He led us into the office, on the side of the road. The traffic was quiet at that time, and anyway, the US border was controlling the cars. That was the rules when the Canadians were on break, and vice versa. Michel or the Canadians would do the passport or ID and customs check when the US agents were having a break.

The office was cozy; two desks with papers, computers, and in the next room. One was with a TV lounge and a sofa, and the next was in fact a bathroom with shower and toilets.

"Have a seat," said Michel, "I’ll bring the coffee. I know how you do like yours Cliff. You, little sweetie, how do you like yours?"

"With sugar, but no milk; thanks."

Michel disappeared a minute and soon came back with three steaming mugs of coffee. To my surprise, he closed the door behind him. "A ta sante, Peter, very nice to meet you", said Michel raising his mug for a toast.

"Cheers," answered back Cliff.

Cliff was on an armchair facing me, and Michel sat by my side on the sofa. Both friends chatted on for a while and bit by bit I felt more relaxed. Michel had his arm swung behind me, and as we talked he ever so slowly moved his body next to mine. I loved it when our legs touched. He pressed his legs so tight against mine that I could tell they were very muscular. I could sneak through the top of his shirt…some lovely strawberry blond hairs were sprouting. I was dying to see how much more to caress they were under that shirt...

I had my hand on my lap but we were so close that my elbow and part of my arms were resting on Michel's lap. Cliff sat with his legs apart and I had a very hard time taking my eyes off the massive bulge in his crotch. Michel removed his hand from behind my back and laid it on mine. I was thrilled by the feel of his large furry fingers as they covered my hand.

I was not sure what this was leading up to, even though, between you and I, I started to have a slight idea. My dick was hard by now and made quite a visible bulge between my legs. I saw Cliff staring at it and my cock grew like it had never grown before. My face was getting flushed, and I could feel my heart speeding up.

"Bloody hell Cliff," said Michel, "it seems that we do have a boy in heat here. I thought that with a weapon like yours, you would have satisfied that poor pussy boy by now." Michael, patted my head, "Tell me gorgeous…he did fuck you, did he?"

"Yes," I could not say a world. I was not even sure I was fully aware of what was about to happen to me.

"Sure, I did fuck the little rascal," said Cliff "and buddy, he took it all. But you know kids that age; they’re walking hormones…always in heat." Cliff put his emptied mug on the table by his side.

Michel moved my hand up his thigh and towards his crotch. He wrapped my hand around his firm bulge. Through his uniform trousers, I could easily make out the swollen shaft of a rather hard man cock. When he let go of my hand I kept squeezing and feeling his excited state. With his free hand, Michel started to unbutton his trousers. He opened his fly and then. Before my very eyes, he pulled a massive blond cock out of his shorts. It stood there all by itself, throbbing and pulsing with heat. I reached out and took hold of it.

Michel put his hand on my head and gently pushed my face towards his cock. The warm odor of manhood filled the air. He rubbed his cock against my cheeks and forehead. Cliff got up and knelt down in front of us. I explored Michel's veined shaft and bulging cockhead as Cliff undid my clothes and stripped me naked. Then, he removed his clothes. Unlike Cliff dark skinned complexion, Michel skin was lovely tanned. His furry blond hair was shining with the sun through the window, and it gave his body a nice golden glow. Michel had broad shoulders and a well developed chest. His cock was by no mean as big as the monster that was hanging between Cliff's legs, but it was very broad at the base and tapered to a rather sharp point.

I was still feeling Michel's cock when Cliff took hold of mine, and before I knew it, swallowed it. The soft, wet touch of his mouth on my tool made me shake. This was absolutely out of this world. Then, Cliff started sucking me. He had a firm grip on my naked butt and the way he and Michel were now caressing my naked body brought me close to the edge again, I tried to warn them, but at that time, Michel pressed his lips against mine, and pushed his snake of a tongue inside my mouth. I shot a load. Cliff kept on sucking, swallowing my cum.

I brought Michel’s cockhead to my lips and licked it. The tip was wet and sweet. I swirled my tongue over the head and opened my mouth. Michel let his cock slide inside. Even though I'd cum, I was still hot and stiff-dicked. Cliff kept sucking me while I was trying to give Michel the best blow job I was able to give.

Michel held my face firm between his furry hands, and started pumping his meat into me. I loved the feel of it, the sensation of his cock made as it pushed down my throat and back out again, Plus, because Michel's cock was not too big, It was really nice to be able to suck him , without having that nasty gag reflex, or the feeling of suffocating I was having when I tried to swallow Cliff's monster.

Cliff was now playing with my arse as he sucked me. I felt him rub something wet and slick on my butt hole and was taken aback when he pried open my hole with his fingers. I pushed my butt back and he slid his fingers deeper inside.

Still with his cock caressing my throat, Michel got rid off his opened shirt and pushed off his trousers. His stomach and chest were covered with a thick strawberry blond blanket of fur. I could not help but ran my hands through it until I reached his nipples. The hair was so silky, soft like my golden retrievers fur...silky. Cliff kept prying my arse with more fingers. It felt like he had his whole hand in there.

"Michel…do you wanna fuck him?"

"Yes please. I wanna have a go at that. If his arse is as great as his mouth...well..this is gonna be a treat!"

Cliff stood up and moved my body onto Michel's lap. He positioned me so that I was sitting on Michel's lap facing him. Then, he climbed onto a chair and raised his cock until it was pointed at my mouth. "Suck it boy" Cliff said in his deep, low voice. I opened my mouth and Cliff slid his steel-hard rod down my throat. It was saltier than Michel. It was definitely also thicker.

While Cliff fucked my mouth, Michel grabbed hold of my cock with one hand and played with my butt hole with the other. He worked a finger inside and slowly finger fucked me while he stroked my shaft.

"Putain, il a un p tit cul bien serre !" Michel moaned

"Hey, what did you say?" asked Cliff, still nicely fucking my mouth.

"Simply that he sure has a tight arse, Cliff."

"Are you finger-fucking him?" Cliff gasped.

"Yeah," Michel moaned.

Suddenly my mouth and throat were filled with Cliff's steamy ball juices. That burly bear of a truck driver had to grab onto the top of the sofa to keep from falling as he pumped my stomach full of rich cream. When he'd drained his balls, Cliff knelt down again and lifted up my legs, exposing my butt hole. He pulled Michel's finger out of my arse, and let Michel mulled me closer to him, pressing my back against his blond furry stomach and chest.

Cliff resumed sucking on my dick and then took hold of Michel's cock and placed it against my butt hole. Michel pulled my face back so that I was facing and start kissing me. His lips covering mine, and he snaked his tongue inside my mouth. Cliff pressed Michel's cockhead against my butt hole and slowly worked it inside. Thanks to all the fucking my arse had received for the last 24 hours, it did and popped in quite easily and definitely without any pain. I’d never felt anything like this before. I felt so hot and full, at the same time. I felt my arse opening wide and Michel's strong manhood swelling up inside. Cliff kept sucking on my cock and balls. He then sucked on Michel's balls and exposed shaft.

Michel held me firmly and started pumping his swollen maleness in and out of me. Cliff eagerly sucked on my cock, my balls, Michel's balls and Michel's cock as it smoothly slid in and out of my arse. Both bears took turns caressing my body and stroking my cock. Suddenly, without any warning, Michel grabbed hold of my nipples and pinched them. I could feel his furry body tensing underneath mine. His tongue was deep down my throat, and I could tell he was getting ready to cum. The simple thought of that mustached blond furry man filling my insides with his maleness made my balls burst. My cum shot into the air. Michel squeezed my nipples hard. His body shook violently. At the time Cliff had his lips on Michel's balls. He could feel the hot cum coursing through Michel's body and he sprayed the wooden floor with a second load of cum.

Exhausted, the three of us stayed in our positions, panting heavily. Finally Michel reached for a towel and wiped the sweat off all our bodies. Damn. It was close to 10:45 am. There would be no way we would be back home for noon. Naked, with Michel's cock in my hand, and my head resting against his hairy chest, I grabbed my mobile and called home to let them know about my delay.

Thanks God dad answered the phone. My breath was still short, and I was still between Heaven and Earth.