Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2008 13:21:17 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Closed For Christmas, Part 1

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		       Closed for Christmas, Part 1

       I pulled into the store on my way home, to pick up a few groceries
before the holiday.  I'd been stopping off at the store for the last
several years, ever since I bought my place by the lake.  I enjoyed the
convenience of the store, but I'd also been enjoying the friendship of
Jake, the owner.  He was always friendly when I stopped by, poured me a mug
of coffee and encouraged me to stay awhile, and chew the fat a bit.
	In the winter, he always had the potbellied stove going, and he
kept the coffee pot full, and not with the cheap stuff a lot of places
used.  He used real coffee, and ground the beans fresh every time he
started a pot.  I'm fussy about my coffee, and Jake's great coffee kept me
stopping by.  He was a handsome man, who wore a full beard and a handlebar
moustache, his shirts always bulging from his strong, beefy shoulders and
thick, hairy chest.  His good looks always stirred my cock every time I
came in, my mouth wanting a cup of his good coffee, and my cock thinking
about something a bit more, well, satisfying.
	When I stopped by this morning for my traditional mug of coffee,
Jake made it a point to invite me to stop by on my way home.  Several other
customers were there, too, so he didn't have time to talk.
	It was already dark by the time I pulled in, with skiffs of snow on
the icy breeze coming off the mountains.  The weather forecast was talking
about a heavy snowfall tonight, and blizzard conditions for the next few
days.  The store lights were still on, but when I shut the door behind me,
there was no sign of Jake.
	"Hello. Anyone here?" I called.
	"Back here, Brad.  I'm behind the reefer.  The darn compressor went
out an hour ago, and I can't seem to get it running," Jake replied.
	I locked the door, flipped off the front lights, and the "open"
sign, as it was past his closing time, anyway.
	I followed his deep voice, finding him on his belly, half under the
back of the walk-in cooler's compressor; his jeans slid half way down his
muscular butt on ground level.  He had been there a while, a scattering of
tools on the floor.  I got a good look at his nearly naked butt cheeks,
their white, hard globes dusted with curls of black hair.  His shirt had
ridden up almost to his arm pits, and I had a ring side view of his strong
back muscles, rippling as he pulled on a wrench.  The sight of all this
hot, tempting skin made my cock twitch, my balls rising up a bit, as I felt
an urge to run my hand all over his hot naked skin.
	"Hand me that pipe wrench, Brad," Jake said.  "I think I've almost
got it."
	My cock agreed, taking in the view of his half naked burly torso.
Jake was a big man, and we'd had some good conversations about our love
lives.  We'd gotten to know each other well enough that we were able to
talk about our preferences for men, but we hadn't gotten any further than
that.  Jake was pretty quiet about his personal life, anyway.
	I'd thought about getting together with Jake, and perhaps that's
part of the reason I stopped by tonight on my way home, this being the
start of my Christmas holiday.  I didn't think Jake had anywhere to go for
the holiday, and I thought I'd at least invite him over for Christmas
dinner.  I had a turkey to roast, and it didn't make sense to cook it just
for myself.
	"There, I think that's it.  Done!" Jake announced.  "Do me a favor
and pull me out from under here."
	I grabbed Jake's jeans around his legs and gave a big tug.  But,
all I got for my effort was a handful of cloth in my hands, as only his
jeans came with me when I pulled.  Now, his entire butt and most of his
tree-trunk sized thighs were stripped.
	"Well, that wasn't' too successful, Brad," Jake chuckled.  "Can you
try it again?"
	I knelt down over his legs, intending to grab his around his waist
and give another pull.  But, my hands wandered up his legs, feeling the
strong muscles and the downy curls of his hair, and ran my fingers over his
strong butt cheeks, feeling their warmth, their hardness.
	"Mmm, this feels good.  I haven't had a good handful of ass for a
long time," I said.  "I wonder if there's something else here that needs to
be fixed, before we're done with this project."
	I glimpsed Jake's thick ball sack, underneath the cleft of his
butt, heavy balls in a large, hairy sack, just below the curve of his
cheeks, the rosebud of his hole just peeking out every time he moved his
hips, as Jake tried to wiggle himself out from under the cooler's motor.  I
reached between his legs, caressing the hair on his ball sack, hefting the
weight of his large balls in my fingers, feeling his balls rise a bit,
feeling his heat.  His manly, musty odor from his now opened crotch and
hole filled my nostrils, stirring my cock, dampening my own hairy pits, as
I imagined what I'd like to do with this strong bull between my legs.  My
cock gave me its answer, as it rose from its furry nest between my legs,
pushing stiffly against the fabric of my jeans.
	Stripping Jake of his boots and the rest of his jeans around his
ankles, I dropped my own pants around my ankles, and stripped off my shirt.
My chest was rising faster, and my own arm pits were damp now, damp with my
excitement, my fantasy of taking Jake now, on the floor of the store.  I
looked down at my prize, my mind whirring with my thoughts of what I wanted
to do with my prize.  Wandering down a nearby aisle, I grabbed a couple of
condoms, turned out the rest of the store lights, and came back to again
gaze at this beefy, manly body prone on the floor, the toes trying to get a
grip on the floor, to pull himself out.
	I pulled Jake a bit farther out into the room, and pulled his butt
up towards my now hard cock, so that Jake was on his knees, his shoulders
and head still wedged under the motor, his cheeks now spread open before
me, nearly ready for me to take him as my lover.
	I reached around his lean, hard waist, and grasped his cock with my
fist, feeling his cock fill with his hot blood, feeling him grow to fill my
fist, his thick shaft throbbing, as I ran my thumb around the rim of his
uncut cockhead, feeling the velvet of his foreskin slide away from the
helmet of his manhood, rubbing the first of his pre-cum ooze out of his
piss slit.
	"Ooh, Brad, that feels real nice," Jake said.  "But, I'd like to
get out from under here, so I could play along with you."
	"Later, Jake.  I like what I see now, and this will be just fine
for me," I replied. "I think you'll like how I fix this motor.  There are
some tools I want to use to get you tuned up just right."
	I tore open a condom, and unfolded its wet rubber over my now hard
cockhead and stiff shaft, until I was fully shrouded, fully ready to become
one with this hairy bear lying helpless underneath me, waiting for me to
take him for the first time.
	Running my other hand over Jake's warm shoulders and around to his
hairy, sweaty chest, I found his broad nipples, feeling their nubs, and the
thick hair that grew around his nips, and pulled and teased them, until
both his tits were hot in my hands, hard, eager.  I ran my fingers through
the thick curls on his chest, feeling the hot wetness of his horny sweat,
sliding my fingers through the drops of musty sweat dripping from his
armpits, soaking the bunched up cloth of his T shirt still covering his
meaty shoulder muscles. I ran my fingertips, soaked with my lover's sweat,
into my moustache, Jake's rich aroma filling my nostrils with his essence,
stirring my cock to its hardest, raising the cum in my needy balls.
	I grabbed the tube of the silicon lubricant Jake had used on the
compressor, and pushed a large dollop of the goo around his hole, and up
into his chute, coating him thoroughly, his hot body quickly liquefying the
lube, opening him up for my taking of his ass.  I pushed myself gently into
his hole, feeling his eager, ready chute quickly clasp around the head of
my cock, completely gripping me with his need, as I slid up into Jake,
until my balls came to rest against his cheeks, against the fur of his
thick, needy ball sack.
	As I entered Jake, he moaned loudly, encouraging me to bury myself
balls deep into him.  He gasped, as my cockhead slid over his prostate, his
cock jerking with pleasure in my fist, as my cock filled him completely.
Jake's thighs now clasped down against my own thighs, as I took my lover
doggie style, the tender skin of his inner thighs pressed against my
thighs, as my muscles tensed, finding my rhythm, as I pumped into Jake,
stroking the length of his chute with my manhood.
	Jake's cock now hard in my hand, my fist quickly matched the rhythm
of my hips, and Jake's thrusts of his own hips as he thrust back against
me, our ball sacks rubbing against each other on the down stroke of my
pistoning.  I could feel my sweat drip down from my armpits, running over
my chest, and soaking my own eager, hard nipples, until drops of sweat were
flung down onto my lover's bare back, our combined lusty sweat filling the
room with our need, our desire to unite, our desire to shoot our cum again
and again.
	As I thrust into Jake, I could hear his breath become ragged,
heavy, and his muscles tensing underneath me.  His stiff cock was hard in
my hand, hot to the touch, and I began to feel his cum rise, and begin to
course through his prostate, against my piston in his chute.  I paused in
my thrusting, to feel Jake cum, to feel his entire body rise to his climax.
My cock vibrated with his gatherings of his cum, as he began to shoot his
seed out to his hard cock.
	I moved my fist from his hard, pulsing cock, until just my little
finger gripped his cock head, as I cupped my fingers to catch his load of
hot cum.  My finger slid firmly against just his cockhead, setting off his
trigger, unleashing his load, as he began to shoot strings of his pearly
cum out of his cock, into my fingers, filling my hand with his juice, until
he was fully drained.  Jake panted beneath me, his back now wet with sweat,
his damp butt cheeks pressed against my furry groin, our balls enmeshed
with the sweat of our exertions.  The room filled with his gasps, and our
lusty sweat.
	I thrust again into Jake, and then again, feeling the hotness of
his flesh, and his strong grip of his chute against my shaft, my thrustings
pushing out yet more cum through his cock and into my hand, now filled to
the brim with his juice.  Feeling that his cock was now fully drained, I
ran my little finger once again around the rim of his cockhead, Jake
moaning softly as I took the last of his juice into my hand.
	Then, I took my cum filled hand, and began to smear Jake's load all
over his hairy, sweaty, still heaving chest, drenching his coarse, curly
hair, soaking his hard, stiff nipples, and filling the air with his strong,
male stink of fresh, hot cum, until my hand was free of Jake's big load.
	I wiped my cum soaked hand dry on his butt cheek, and, gripping his
waist with both of my hands, I resumed my dance of lust inside of Jake's
ass, my cock again slipping back and forth in his tight chute.  Jake thrust
back at me with every piston stroke I made into him, and I soon reached my
own climax, my chest and arm pits now drenched with my own horny sweat,
until I, too, boiled over the point of no return, and filled Jake's ass
with my load, electricity filling me, every nerve focused on the spurts of
cum shooting through my cock, until I could move no more, finally
satisfied.
	Freeing Jake, finally, I rolled him over and held him in my now
sweaty, aching arms, my cock now slowly slipping out of the condom, my
cockroot hair soaked with my juices and our combined sweat from our hairy,
now satiated groins.  I leaned into Jake's cum-soaked furry chest, his
fresh cum smell filling the air with its spicy scent, mixing with the hot
fresh sweat from our chests and pits, as we both cooled off from our
frenzied coupling.
	"That was nice, Brad, how you helped me with that that twist of my
nut, getting all the pipes connected and cleaned out like that," Jake
laughed, his beard split by his wide smile, as he hugged me tight with his
big, muscular arms, holding me tight to his wet, furry chest.
	"Well, I pride myself on my ability to use my tools well," I
replied, reaching over with my hand to tweak his nipple.
	"Now that you broke me in with your tool, I should be a proper host
and ask you to stay for dinner," Jake said, his hand grabbing my bare butt
cheek, his finger running up and down my crack, finding my hole, and
rubbing his nail around my rim.
	"You keep that up, and I'll be wanting a lot more than dinner," I
chuckled.

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