Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2008 19:22:11 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Closed For Christmas, Part 2

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		       Closed for Christmas, Part 2


       After I had screwed Jake in the ass, his head and shoulders still
pinned by the compressor motor in his store, and after he had shot his
complete load into my hand, with me wiping his seed all over his hairy,
sweaty chest, we caught our breath, and slipped on our jeans again.
       My friend, the storekeeper, was still a bit flushed, as he began to
recover from his climax, and my taking of his ass.
       "That was incredible, Brad," Jake said, as he zipped up his jeans,
stuffing his still half hard cock into the confines of his pants.  "You
really surprised me, but, I can't say I'm complaining.  I've been thinking
of your cock and you shoving your cock up my ass for quite some time."
       Jake took me into the kitchen of his house, at the back of the
store, and began to cook dinner.  As we had just made love, it didn't seem
like an imposition to take him up on his invitation to share Christmas Eve
dinner with him.  I began to slip my arms into my shirt, but Jake reached
over and tugged my flannel winter shirt back off of my beefy arms, tossing
the shirt onto the coat tree in the living room, next to my wool mackinaw
jacket.
       My new bearded, hairy lover insisted we dine bare chested.
	"I've always admired your manly chest, Brad, and this gives me the
chance to take a good look at you without your shirt," Jake said. "I just
enjoy looking at all that curly fur, and your strong, well developed
muscles.  The view is a good appetizer, on more than one level."
	I had to agree, as Jake was a well-built man himself, his strong
muscles flexing as he took over the kitchen, the fur literally flying on
his hairy torso as he started dinner.
	Jake soon had a couple of steaks frying in a big cast iron skillet,
along with some potatoes and onions.  We dove into the feast, filling our
bellies with Jake's expert cooking, until we both leaned back in our
chairs, our stomachs now satisfied, along with our balls.
	Jake put the dishes in the sink and went over to his amply stocked
bar, and poured us both a healthy glass of whiskey and soda, and began to
tell me the story of his growing awareness that he was gay, and the various
traumas and stories of his youth.  He realized he'd always been gay, and
when he decided to tell his family, they all expressed their rage and
disbelief, effectively kicking him out of the family.
	He'd looked for work in a number of towns, and finally found this
store for sale one day, and decided this would be a good place to live.  He
enjoyed the frenzy of activity during the fishing and boating seasons, and
also the quiet of the winter.  He found a lot of peace here, and was
starting to make some friends among the locals.
	"No one else has got, well, got so close to me as you, Brad," Jake
chuckled, enjoying his joke about our recent lovemaking on the floor.  "I
liked that a lot, and I feel I need to return your kindnesses."
	"Oh, but I insist, big boy," Jake replied.  "It's my turn, now.  I
just need to have you follow my directions for a bit, and then we can get
you off big time.  It's going to be a cold, snowy night, and we both have
the next two days off.  I always close the store for a couple of days at
Christmas, and, well, I want to make sure you enjoy my presents for you."
	I had no other plans for Christmas, except being alone in my small
house by the lake, and Jake's invitation had every attraction I needed for
a good, enjoyable holiday.
	Jake refreshed our drinks, and we talked a bit about Christmases
past and our special delights over the holiday.  Jake told me he'd been
alone the last few Christmases, ever since he bought the store, but this
year, he decided he wanted some company.  He'd been thinking of inviting me
over for a couple of weeks, but didn't have the courage to make that
commitment to me.
	He picked up the rest of the bottle of whiskey and grabbed my hand,
leading me down the hall to what I was to discover was his bedroom.  A
pellet stove was fired up in one corner, and there was a large, king sized
bed on the other side of the room.  The ceiling was planks of rich knotty
pine, with several large beams running the length of the room.  From one
beam, two ropes with pulleys hung from large wrought iron hooks screwed
into the beam.  At one end of each rope, there were cloth loops.
	"Put your hands through these, Brad," Jake asked, moving my hands
into the loops, the cloth tightening around my wrists as Jake moved a slip
knot snuggly against my wrists.  Before I could really think what I was
getting myself into, Jake had pulled on the ropes, hoisting my wrists and
my hands towards the ceiling, so that I was tied, helpless, my bare feet
just barely flat on the floor.
	"You had me held tight under that darn compressor motor, and had
your way with me, Brad," Jake chuckled.  "Now, I'm just returning the
favor, and I'm gonna give you a dose of your own medicine."
	Jake refreshed my glass of whiskey and soda, and ran its cold,
sweating glass across my moustached lips, and down my neck, into my chest,
rubbing off the beaded moisture on my curly chest hair, until he rubbed the
ice cold glass against each of my nipples, the cold shrinking and
tightening the tender flesh, sending waves of delight and pain up into my
brain and down into my now tightening ball sack, my hole puckering just
slightly at the contrast between the icy, sweaty class and the heat of the
room on my naked chest, and the heat of the whiskey in my belly.
	He held the glass to my lips, so that I could sip the whiskey.  As
I sipped, he ran one hand down my hairy, eager chest, until he cupped my
balls and cock, still confined to my jeans, rubbing his thumb over my
cockhead, his fingers exploring my balls, feeling their warmth, driving
them to filling once again with my cum, until all I could think of was
wanting to cum.  Jake tipped the glass again, until all of the whiskey had
slid down my throat, warming my belly and chest with its liquid fire.
	My armpits, now stretched tight from the rope securing my wrists,
dampened, both with nervous anticipation of what Jake was planning to do
with me, and the lust and excitement of being taken by this big bear of a
man, in his well-equipped bed chamber, as the winter storm moved in, gusts
of wind driven snow beating on the roof above us, the only sound in the
room coming from the flames in the stove, and my now labored breathing.
       I could smell my own musty, slightly acrid smell, the smell of a day
of work, the soap in my shower, and my lusty, thrusting sweat from taking
Jake a couple of hours ago, his cum now dry on my furry chest, and a bit of
my cum drying in my own cock fur, still damp against my jeans.
	Jake stood before me, slowly rubbing his hands on his furry chest
and belly, wiping his armpits with his fingers, then rubbing his sweat
across my moustache and stubbled cheeks and chin.
	"Smell me, lover.  Take a good strong whiff," Jake whispered.
"You're gonna be smelling a lot of me the next few days, and I want you to
get real familiar with every part of me."
	"I like my lovers bearded, you know.  That moustache of yours is
darned sexy, and I'm enjoying the feel of your thick stubbled face," Jake
whispered.  "I appreciate you not shaving this morning, and that stubble
feels real good.  But, I'm gonna insist you grow a full beard from now on.
We're gonna have a lot of fun with that stubble as it grows out into real
man fur."
	He ran his hands slowly over my face, raising each whisker on my
cheeks, jaw line, and chin, holding my face in his warm, tender hands,
fully arousing each whisker, each nerve ending with his soft touch.
	He slowly unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, pulling his pants
slowly down a few inches, so I could see his belly hair thicken into the
curls and pelt of his groin, his rippled abs flexing a bit, as he began to
swivel his hips, moving himself suggestively to me, watching me watching
him, watching my cock swell in my jeans.
	Jake slowly unzipped his jeans, and pulled his pants down,
displaying his thick, beefy cock, now hard, and bouncing against his strong
belly, and his thick, furry balls, resting snugly against the root of his
cock, tempting me with their manly thick hair and aroma of Jake's sexual
hunger and power.
	He stood naked before me, thrusting his hips slightly, his cock
dancing, his strong chest flexing, his shoulders and arms naked in the
light of the oil lamps he had lit, and the flickering of the fire against
the pine planks lining the walls and ceiling.
	"You're gonna want me again, Brad, Jake whispered.  "But, I' m
gonna take you for my own, before we're done here, tonight.  You're gonna
be begging me to cum."
	He moved behind me, holding me next to his sweaty, hairy chest,
tight against my back, so tight I could feel his heart beat against my
ribs, as his hand moved down my belly, to play with my belt, pulling it
tighter, drawing my belly in.
	"Oh, I do like it tight," Jake whispered.  "Tight and close."
	His other hand moved up my belly and across my chest, pinching and
pulling on each of my tits, until each nipple was hard, erect, and needy.
He pulled on each of the ropes, pulling my arms up, raising me slightly off
my heels, until I was standing mostly on the balls of my bare feet, my arm
muscles pulled tight.
	"Yeah, nice and tight," Jake whispered again, as he ran his hand
down the front of my jeans, feeling the heat and swelling of my cock,
rubbing the tip of my shrouded cockhead with his thumb, until a spot of
wetness soaked through the cloth.
	He slowly undid my belt, letting me fully breathe again, until the
belt hung loose in his hands.  My jeans slid a bit, down onto my butt,
exposing a few inches of my butt crack to the warmth of the room, and
several inches down my crotch, until the waist of my jeans stuck against
the thick hair at the base of my cock, my swelling shaft now doing its part
to keep my pants on, defeating Jake's effort to strip me naked, as I hung
helpless against his attentions to my hungry flesh for more of Jake's
touch.
	I wondered what it would be like, to be taken as a sexual captive
to this naked, horny storekeeper, who had obviously prepared for my bondage
by hanging these strong ropes from the ceiling, and luring me into his
bedroom for whatever he wanted to do with me this Christmas Eve.
Sometimes, I'd thought about being tied, and having a lover have his way
with me, but I'd always thought that was just a wild fantasy, never
something that I would actually experience.  Yet, tonight, as I hung from
Jake's ropes, I felt a soothing sense of calm, and gentle anticipation,
knowing that I was safe in his home, and that he would satisfy my every
need, my every sexual desire tonight.  And, my cock throbbed, anticipating
what Jake would want from me tonight.
	My bear lover kept fondling my chest, and exploring every part of
my naked chest, pits, and back, and then slowly unzipped my jeans, poking
his fingers into the furry nest of my crotch hair, running every curl
through his fingers, and feeling the rough texture of my ball sack.  He
cupped my balls, and then rubbed each ball between his fingers and thumb,
as my pants fell to my ankles, fully exposing my manhood to my lover, as I
hung from the ropes, helpless to stop his groping of my family jewels, my
now stiff, aching shaft and oozing cockhead.
	Jake's feet pushed away my now rumpled jeans from around my feet,
leaving me naked and helpless to his probing and curious fingers, and his
hard cock, which pressed up against my bare ass, probing for my hole.
Sweat began to drip from my arm pits, running down my ribs, into the fur of
my belly and pooling in the dark, hairy crevices of my groin, my nostrils
filled with my now nearly raunchy odor.  My lover ran his finger through
the thick jungle of one of my pits, soaking his finger with my sweat, and
then rubbed my smelly juice through my moustache and my thick chin stubble,
filling my nose with my own strong, manly, lusty odor.
	He pushed my feet apart, loosening the ropes pulling on my arms, so
that once again, I could put most of my weight on my feet, my legs now
spread far apart, my lover still behind me, his breath soft against my
neck, and face, his beard rubbing against my rough cheeks and jaw, as he
licked my ear lobe, wetting it with his probing tongue.  His hand moved
around to my now naked, exposed cock, its tip pointing to my stubbled chin.
Jake gripped me in his fist, and began to slowly, lazily jack me, moving my
stretched foreskin up and around my sensitive tip, pre cum oozing steadily
now from my piss slit.
	My balls rose in their furry sack, as I started to moan, my breath
becoming ragged, my cum building in my balls, my arm pits and chest
breaking out into a thick, hot sweat, as I started to reach my point of no
return.  Jake moved his fist from my needy cock, and grasped my balls,
pulling them down into the bottom of my hairy ball sack, bringing me down
from my point of nearly cumming, until my cock ached and throbbed with
desire, with my need to burst, to shoot my cum once again through my
manhood, finding my release.
	"Not so fast, big boy," Jake whispered, his thick moustache now
next to my stubbled jaw, as he pulled my head back a bit, kissing me softly
on my lips, tweaking my nipples with his other hand, holding me next to his
furry chest.
	My cock wilted, frustrated, my seed now pushed back down into my
balls by Jake's grasp of my nuts, filling my groin with lust, with need to
find my release.  Sweat from my ripe pits still poured down my body, my
lust still unsatisfied, unmet.
	Jake walked over to a nearby table, and picked up some items.  In
the dim light, I could not tell what they were, my attention instead
focused on my unreleased balls and my now aching arms, holding me upright
in the warmth of Jake's chamber of love.  I realized I hadn't really known
what I was getting myself into tonight, yet I remained aroused at the
attentions of my lover on my now totally stripped, fully explored naked
body hanging from the ceiling by two tight ropes.
	Jake returned to me, a small rope in his hands.  He quickly bound
my balls and cockroot in a series of loops and ties, until the rope held my
balls tight against my groin, underneath my cock, my balls now tightly held
in the bottom of my nut sack.  I tried to squirm my hips away from his knot
tying, only to find myself swinging helplessly from the ropes, my body
easily pushed around and controlled by Jake's beefy hands and muscular
arms.
	He threw several more ropes up to the beam on the ceiling, easily
catching several loops in the rope to some additional iron hooks in the
beam, and attached what looked like a very loosely woven sling.  With a few
deft and quick pulls on his ropes and pulleys, I found myself neatly
enclosed in a large hammock, my hands still held aloft, but my weight now
supported along all of my back, yet still swinging in the air, at about the
height of Jake's waist.  He quickly tied new loops of cloth around my
thighs just above my knees and pulled on several ropes, pulling my legs
apart, so that my entire groin and butt were splayed open, as I swung bare
assed and helpless, open to whatever mischief Jake had in mind.
	"Now, the real fun of the evening begins, my friend," Jake
whispered in my ear, as he ran his fingers through my sweaty moustache and
my damp, bristly stubbled lower face, teasing my lips with his finger tip,
and running a hand along my still wet arm pit, gently tugging on the curls
of my pit hair.
	"You're smelling a little riper, Brad.  "I like that in my lovers.
A ripe pit is so manly, I think, don't you?"
	"Yeah, I do, Jake.  But, you've make me a bit nervous here, what
with all the ropes and such," I replied.  I've, ...I've never done anything
like this before."
	"Well, you're in for a treat, big Brad, you big, husky soon to be a
bearded man," Jake replied, as he took out a blindfold, tying it quickly
behind my head, until I could see nothing but blackness.
	"This will make it more enjoyable for you, Brad.  I want you to
concentrate on what I'm doing to your body.  I want to have you feel
everything with intensity, to be fully aware of each and every sensation,"
Jake said, running his finger again through my thick moustache, and across
my stubbled cheeks and chin.  "Mmmm, can't wait until that chin hair grows
in.  I love to feel a man's furry chin against my balls as he sucks me."
	I felt Jake's meaty hands caress every inch of my hairy chest,
fingering the curls of the thick pelt, pinching and stroking my nipples
into each nub was stiff, wanting.  He moved down to my hard cock and full
balls, still tied by Jake's rope, snug against my cock root, holding my
balls firmly in the bottom of my ball sack.  He cupped my captive balls,
rubbing his thumb through my curly ball hairs, and the thick matt of hair
surrounding my cock, the warmth of his hand heating my lust to a new level.
	My lover then slowly jacked my aching hard cock, moving the skin of
my shaft up and down, the foreskin soft against my thick cock head, now
lubricated by the steady oozing of my pre cum, sending jolts of pleasure
down into my balls and the core of my groin, raising my lust to a new state
of desire.  He ran his fingers around my balls, lifting and fondling each
one of them, fully exploring my most private, most intimate organs, holding
my cock head in his fingers, gently stroking my cock tip, as my hips pushed
high into his hands, hoping for my release.
	I heard Jake move around to my exposed crotch, his hot thighs now
pushing against my tender inner thighs, his coarse leg hair stimulating my
skin, as he moved my legs farther apart, fully opening my hole and my tied
balls to his every whim, my arms still wrapped in Jake's ropes, hooked into
the ceiling, as I swung helplessly, naked, open to my hairy, horny lover.
Still blindfolded, my nostrils took in my own lusty sweat rising from my
wet armpits, and Jake's musty, horny sweat.
	His fingers began to probe my hole, wetting me in some sort of oil,
opening my rosebud to first one, then two fingers, as he reached up into my
chute, oiling me and finding my hard, sensitive prostate.  He began to
stroke my needy, full gland, making my balls rise tight against their
bindings, raising my cum, my cock now throbbing with every beat of my
heart.  The room was silent now, except for the beating of my heart in my
now sweaty, panting chest, and the soft slurping sound of Jake wetting my
hole, my hairy balls and my needy cock.
	"Take me, Jake," I gasped.  "Fill me up with your big cock, and let
me cum."
	Jake remained silent, but responded to my need by pushing what
seemed like his hard cock up against my hole.  Then, slowly, he pushed into
me, sliding his fat cock head into my hole, sending waves of pleasure up my
spine, filling my brain with images of a giant cock entering me, the cock
of my hairy, manly bear lover.
	Soon, I felt my body swaying at the end of the ropes that gripped
my wrists and under my knees, my bare ass slipping wetly onto Jake's steely
manhood, as I swung back and forth over his fat cock head, the wet slurps
of the lube and our juices filling the room, the ropes softly creaking with
the weight of my sweating, needing body, helplessly being fucked by Jake's
stiff cock.
        Jake barely pulled on my thighs, so that the swinging motion was
just a few inches at a push.  My horny brain now totally focused on the
sensations of his cock stuffed into my ass, his shaft rubbing back and
forth in my chute, and through my hole, until that became the only event in
the world worth my thoughts.
	Jake's other hand fondled my now near bursting balls, and oozing
hard cock.  His fingers dawdled around my seeping cock head, and he brought
a large dollop of my precum up to my moustache, and rubbed it on my tongue,
as I gasped for air, my climax now building towards its inevitable
explosion.
	"Taste yourself, Brad," Jake whispered, as his finger cradled the
large taste of my juices, and smeared it onto my tongue.  "Taste how
wonderful you are, so virile, so potent, so manly."
	I had never tasted my juices before, and the sensation raised my
lust and my sense of exploding sexual power to a new height, all of my
senses fully energized, as Jake began to slowly jack my cock with his
fingers, now damp from my pre-cum that was dripping into the thick hair of
my cockboat.
	"It's time you saw what I'm doing to you," Jake whispered again, as
he yanked off my blindfold, my eyes squinting in the suddenness of the
light, even though the only light in the room were several oil lamps and
the pellet stove, snapping and crackling in the corner.  Before me stood a
strong, hairy beast, covered with thick curls of black hair over his
sweaty, glowing chest and heaving belly, his muscular arms reaching around
one of my thighs to rock me slowly, the other hand grasping my hard,
dripping cock and full balls.
	Now, I had an image in my eyes to match the full thrusts of a fat
cock in my ass, drumming into me with its insistent rhythm.  And, what I
saw fully taking me with his lust was far better than my imagination could
create, now that I could see Jake before me, trying to split my naked ass
in two, as he prepared to rock his manhood in and out of my hungry hole.
	My bearded laughing lover, thrusting his hips into my ass, was
naked, except for a large red and white Santa hat on his hairy head.  His
face was lit up with his big smile, as he looked down on me, naked, tied,
and fucked, a captive in his bedroom.
	"Merry Christmas, Brad," Jake chuckled, his muscular pecs and
shoulders flexing in rhythm with the fucking motion of his hips, as he
started to penetrate me, taking me as his lover this Christmas night.
	"Merry Christmas to you, Santa," I responded, laughing at the
thought of being screwed by Santa, being given the gift of Santa's cock, as
Santa filled my Christmas wish list with every thrust of his muscular,
thrusting hips and fat cock.
	Jake reached around to the side of my swollen balls and slowly,
finally untied the rope that had secured my shaft and balls for what had
seemed the entire evening, finally freeing me to cum, to find my release,
as he kept me rocking back and forth, my ass speared by his mighty love
muscle, filling me again and again, as he pumped me.
	"I've always enjoyed untying the ribbons on the packages at
Christmas," Jake panted, as he grinned down at me, his face now sweaty with
his efforts, his entire body now fully enflamed in his rhythm, as he
steadily screwed me with his hot, slippery cock.
	I could see the skin underneath Jake's furry, sweat covered chest
begin to flush a rich reddish color, and his cock began to expand inside of
me, pushing firmly against my chute, to even a greater diameter, his breath
now coming in ragged gasps, as Jake reached his climax.  In a second, I
felt his cock explode in me, shooting spurt after spurt of his seed deep
inside of me, his pistoning rhythm now slowing to an occasional deep
thrust, as the last of his cum shot from his balls, through his spasming
cock.
	As his last spurt of jism shot through his cock, Jake pushed his
thumb deep into the hairy skin between my churning balls and my penetrated
hole, triggering my own explosion, as his other hand gripped my shaft,
pumping me hard, sending a large splash of my seed high into the air over
my own heaving belly and chest, until my chest and belly were drenched in
six or seven hosings of my jism, mingling with my sweat, and dripping down
my ribs and into the soaked crevices of my armpits.
	Fully drained, we both gasped, trying to regain our breath, as Jake
released the ropes from their pulleys, gently lowering me to the floor, and
freeing my arms and legs from their captivity, as Jake leaned over me,
rubbing his fur into the cum soaked fur on my belly and chest.  His now
exhausted cock, its rubbery shroud now filled with his own seed, lay hot
and limp against my drained balls, its contents now oozing into my thick
hair of my crotch and ball sack.
	As we lay there on the floor, Jake held me close to him, his strong
arm around my shoulders, my head cradled against his hard, muscular
shoulder, my stubbled face against his wet, hairy chest.  I felt his warmth
against my cheek, and listened to the strong throbs of his heart.  The
rich, nearly fetid smells of his armpits and his chest, a combination of
his manly sweat, spent lust, and drying cum filled my nostrils, evoking
memories of past lovemaking, and fantasies I had never could hope would be
fulfilled, until tonight.
	We slowly unpeeled our cum soaked selves from each other's furry,
cum wet bodies, and ambled over to the bottle of whiskey, where my new
lover poured each of us a sip of Christmas cheer.  We looked out the window
at the lake in the moonlight, as church bells rang in the distance.
	"It seems that Christmas has also cum, partner."


Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear