Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2008 19:41:54 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: A Day At The Lake, Part 2

This story contains graphic descriptions of consensual adult male to male
sex.  If you are offended by the nature of this content, or it is illegal
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			 A Day At The Lake, Part 2


	The thunderstorm that had chased us off the lake, and ended our
afternoon of fishing, crashed and boomed all around the cabin and the lake.
Sudden torrents of rain swept in, drenching the beach and pounding on the
shake roof, pouring into the powdery dirt by the cabin.  The smell of fresh
ozone, newly dampened dust, and pine trees filled the air.

	Jim was busy cupping my balls and jacking my cock, and had nearly
brought me to a quick eruption.  He was busy playing all over my naked
body, and I was firmly pressed against his bare, hairy chest, surrounded by
his muscled arms.

       I'd asked Jim to shuck his pants, and he slowly stood up, pushing me
off of his lap.  His large hand dropped away from my cock and balls, and
his chest hair rubbed against my back and shoulder as he rose.

	"Help me outta these pants, Mike," he said.

	I turned around to face him, my cock hard and pointed to the sky.
Jim looked into my eyes and grinned.  He looked down at my stiff, dripping
cock, its foreskin bunched under the rim of its purplish head.

	"You've got a mighty weapon, there, my friend.  I can't wait to get
back to it," he said.  "Looks good enough to eat."

	Jim put his muscled arms up and locked his hands behind his bushy
head, his pits damp and thick with heavy black hair.  He thrust his groin
towards me, the bulge in his pants aimed at my crotch.  I reached over to
his belt, and began to pull the leather belt end out of the pants loops,
and worked the belt buckle loose.

	His pants sagged down a bit, showing even more of his hairy belly
and the start of his thick pelt of pubic hair.  And, I reached over with
both hands to undo the top button.  The heat of his belly heated my
fingers, and the course hair of his belly and bush chafed my hands.  Jim
kept thrusting his hips forward and back, and the lump in his pants still
pointed at my hard cock.

	The next few buttons opened easier, and I could see even more hair,
and then his thick cockmeat sprang through the opening, tossing precum into
the air and into his hair.  Its giant head glistened in the late afternoon
light, and its reddish head poked through the foreskin, which had moved off
of the head onto the top of the shaft.

	His cock spit and jerked, in part to his heart beat and in part to
the thrusting of his hips.  His pants slid down a bit more, and his large,
hairy balls danced into the open air.  I could smell his strong male scent
of ball sweat, confined crotch, and the accumulated sweat of his pits and
chest, after an afternoon of fishing in the hot late summer sun.

	His pants slid slowly down his strong, hairy thighs and calves, and
his gently kicked them off to the side.  He moved his feet apart, and
thrust his massive manhood towards me, showing me his ready equipment.
Naked, he thrust his muscled chest out, and flexed his biceps and buttocks,
his muscular abs rippling in his dance for me.  He grinned through his salt
and pepper beard and bristly moustache that drooped down over his lip.

	I stood there in awe.  I'd never seen such a sight of horny, ready
maleness, his sexual hunger brazenly displayed for me, his lover.  Jim was
proud of his body, and proud of his sexual lust and readiness.

	He looked into my eyes again, licking his lips, and whispered,
"Come closer, my lover.  Its time we got to know each other a little
better."

	I took a step forward, my cock leading the way, and moved into his
chest and hips, until our bare chests touched, hairs rubbing and
interlocking, hard nipples rubbing against hair and muscle.  Our cocks
touched and bounced off of each other, and balls rubbed on balls.  Jim
wrapped his corded arms around me, and embraced me in a bear hug.  His lips
found mine, and our moustaches rubbed together, our tongues exploring each
other's mouths.

	I had forgotten to breathe, and Jim finally pushed me away and I
gasped.  The air was filled with his manly scent and our sexual juices.  He
pushed me gently over to the nearby bench on the side of the cabin, he
turned me around, and I soon was again sitting on his lap.  The bench was a
wide plank of fir, about three feet wide and six feet long, and strong
enough to take our weight.

	Again, I felt his strong chest and thick hair against my bare back,
and his beard and moustache soon brushed against my neck and my face,
rubbing my beard with his soft, bushy beard.

	Jim had pulled me high against his hips, as he leaned back into the
bench, so that my butt was high against his bush.  His hard cock stood up
to the side of my balls, and I felt his pulsing manhood against my sac.
His bristly bush rubbed against the inner sides of my butt and against my
hole, and my movements brought tingles of pleasure between my sac and hole.

	He reached around me with both of his arms, now with two hands on
my thighs, and then my balls and my cock.  He took my hand and slowly
brought it down to my hip, and then to his cock.

	"Touch me, Mike.  Make love to me," Jim whispered deeply.

	I was wrapped in his hard arms, and up against his strong, hairy
chest.  His hands were playing with my cock and balls, and he had given me
his manhood to touch.  I wanted to cum in his arms, but I didn't want these
overwhelming feelings to end.

	Slowly at first, I reached out to his cock, feeling its silky
layers of skin, its damp head, the dimple of its piss slit, and the brushes
of skin against skin, as I began to jack his soft skin against the hard
shaft and head.  He began to moan, in time with my rhythm, and I could feel
his breath quicken, and deepen.

	Jim's hands resumed their fondling of my jewels and cock, and soon,
both of his hands were clasped around my cock, and my hips began to dance
in hunger, anticipating my climax.  With every jerk of my hips,Jim's bush
tickled my butt, my hole, and caused his cock to move even further in my
hand.

	Our movements soon meshed into a new song of lust, and our hips
began to rock together, as we climbed higher and higher.  We breathed
together, and the scent of our sweat, and our cock juices grew more
pungent, as we moved.

	I began to lose my attention with Jim's cock, as my balls raised
higher, against my groin, and my cock begged for release.  My armpits and
chest flooded with new sweat, and I gasped again in ecstasy.  I could feel
my cum move up from my balls and up into my cock, until I burst, pulsing
with all my manhood, my eyes filled with white light.  Again, and again,
Jim pumped my throbbing cock, and I sent streams of cum out onto my hairy
belly and chest.

	As I started to cum, Jim began to cum, too, and his steel manhood
vibrated in my hand, as his cum shot onto my belly and chest and onto my
face.

	The only sound on the porch was our gasps and pants, as we both
came back from our releases.  My hand still grasped his large cock, and I
felt it began to lose its steeliness, and return to its silky softness, its
tip oozing cum onto my fingers.

	Jim moved one hand onto my belly and gently rubbed both of our
streams of cum into my hair.  He scooped up a fingerful of cum and brought
it to my lips.

	"Taste yourself, partner.  And, taste me.  Taste the nectar of the
gods" he whispered.

	I licked his finger, and, for the first time, tasted my salty
essence.  I nodded with appreciation, still lost in my orgasmic reverie,
and unable to find words to speak.

	We lay there, in Jim's arms, for a few minutes, as the thunder
storm finally moved away from the lake, and the late afternoon sun began to
light up the water, turning its black waves into lines of soft gold.  The
air smelled fresh, sweet.

	Jim gently rubbed my nipples, and cupped my balls once again.  He
did so, lazily, and I lay there simply enjoying the tenderness of his
touch, and the echoing of our lovemaking.  I reached down and cupped his
furry balls, feeling their warmth and furriness, feeling their new
relaxation.  His cock oozed more cum onto my hand, and I brought my fingers
to my nose, to smell his essence.

	"Your cum smells rich, and fruity, Jim.  I've never smelled
anything like it before," I said.

	"Oh, Jim, this is wonderful.  You don't know how much I've wanted
this, how long I've thought about us....together. "

	Jim murmured in agreement, and hugged me again, running his fingers
along my side, pulling my head softly into his beard.

	"I've wanted you like this for a long, long time, Mike.  And, I
know you did, too.  I was hoping this trip would be the time we'd make
love, when we could both have what we've been wanting for a long time," Jim
said.

	Jim began to stir, and I heard his stomach grumble.

	"I bet you're thinking of some dinner, Jim," I said.

	"Well, yeah, but that's later.  I think its time we took a shower
now, together.  There's more I want you to learn, partner, more about real
man love," Mike said, as he pushed me up and then grabbed my hand, moving
into the cabin towards the shower.

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