Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2008 18:49:18 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Closed for Christmas, Part 4

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		       Closed for Christmas, Part 4

	Jake adjusted the water, and pulled me gently into the shower, and
began to gently scrub my hairy chest and belly, still matted with our loads
of cum from the early morning blow jobs we had enjoyed in his king sized
bed.  It was Christmas morning, and I had awakened Jake by running my
hungry tongue around his flaccid cock, soon bringing his tool to its full
height above his furry balls, and his lean, rippled belly muscles, covered
with curls of his thick, coarse fur.
	We soaped each other up, Jake lathering my hair, and gently washing
my thick moustache and stubbled cheeks and jaws.  He had insisted I grow a
beard this Christmas holiday, and I savored his attention to my newly
stubbled face, as he washed out the dried cum that had dripped down on my
whiskery chin, after Jake had cum in my mouth.  I could still taste him, my
lips remembering the strong pulses of his cock, as he filled my mouth with
another load of his seed, his hips thrusting against my face, the coarse
hair of his crotch rubbing against the beginnings of my beard.
	"Your beard's coming along just fine, Brad," Jake whispered in my
ear, as his hand began lathering my balls and my still nearly vibrating
cock, exhausted from its explosion in Jake's hot, lusty mouth.  "You're
going to be nice and hairy real soon."
	We explored each other's muscular bodies, as the hot water cascaded
over our shoulders and chests, washing away the lather, our skin now
flushed from the hot water and the rough scrubbing from the bristly brush
that Jake used all over my body.  In turn, I took the brush and gave my
lover a thorough scrubbing; rubbing the bristly brush hard over his hairy,
lean body.
	We toweled each other dry, and, once again, I held Jake's hefty
balls and uncut cock, feeling their weight, and heat of his manhood.  He
gave me a pair of red lounging pants, telling me we should both wear red
pants so that we would be in the holiday spirit.
	"No shirts, though, Brad.  I like my men bear chested, and there's
no prettier sight this Christmas Day around here than your big, thick hairy
chest and muscular shoulders," Jake said, as he tied the string of the
pants snug against my belly, taking a moment to rub his hand over my cock
and balls.
	As Jake's special coffee brewed, he stirred up omelets and biscuits
for breakfast, and then took out a large roaster and prime rib.
	"I better get this to cooking.  We're going to have prime rib and
garlic mashed potatoes and a shrimp salad for our Christmas dinner," Jake
said, his bare shoulders flexing in the morning light as he put the
finishing touches on the prime rib before sliding the pan into the oven.
"We'll slow roast it, so it will be nice and juicy."
	After breakfast, we lingered over the last of the coffee pot,
talking about our past relationships, and our struggles to find ourselves
and realize our sexuality during our teenaged years.  Jake talked about his
family's rejection of his gayness, and how that rejection actually freed
him to be independent, and find his own place in the world.
	"I'm really now quite content," Jake said.  "I love my business,
and I love living in this beautiful place.  I have good friends, and now,
Brad, I have you as my lover.  I just feel so complete now, so satisfied."
	"I do, too, Jake.  I've wanted this for a long time, and you are
the best thing to happen to me for a long time.  And, it's time for me to
show you my appreciation for your hospitality," I said, as I took Jake's
now drained coffee mug out of his hand and pulled him out of his chair and
back into Jake's bedroom.  It was where we had made love for hours last
night, and where I had started our day together by sucking Jake's cock,
waking him from his Christmas sleep.
	I took my bare-chested lover over to where the ropes from the
ceiling still hung, where Jake had tied me up last night, my arms hoisted
towards the ceiling, where I had hung naked and hard, while Jake had his
way with me.  My lover had taken me in the ass, rocking me back and forth
on his shaft, until we had both shot our loads, ending up in each other's
arms, our hairy chests slathered with our numerous spurts of our jism and
our lusty sweat.
	"Hands up, big guy," I whispered. "It's your turn now to enjoy my
attentions to your handsome self."
	I pulled the cloth loops at the end of the ropes tight against
Jake's thick, hairy wrists, and hoisted the ropes on their pulleys, until
his arms were pulled high, straight over his shoulders, his weight now
barely supported by his bare feet.  The morning light from the east was
still filtered and scattered by the falling snow, the white daylight making
Jake's chest fur glisten, his chest rising and falling slowly, his nipples
gently moving with each breath.
	Several minutes passed, as I took my time just filling my eyes with
the sight of this handsome, half naked bear of a man, a lean, hairy lover,
his growing cock still covered by the red flannel lounge pants that covered
his package and hard, muscular butt, and thick thighs.  A wet spot appeared
on the cloth at the tip of his cock, Jake's pre-cum already flowing, oiling
his cockhead, and preparing him for yet another explosion of his balls.
	I moved closer to Jake's chest, feeling the heat of his pecs and
now wet armpits, his thick curly forest of armpit hair now glistening
brightly in the light, his pits now fully stretched and exposed to me.  His
clean wetness smelled faintly of soap, and Jake's masculine smell of an
athletic, muscular man, eager to again fill his cock with blood, to raise
his balls with lust, and to shoot spurts of his cum into the mouth of his
lover.  My finger moved slowly across his chest, feeling the dampness of
his tight skin, the long, curly hair, the new tightness of his hard,
pointed nipples, their tips hardening even more as I tugged and rubbed them
with my calloused fingertips and thumb.
	Taking my finger, I rubbed deep into Jake's wet armpits, fully
soaking my finger in his sweat, the wet hairs shedding their drops.  Then,
I rubbed his smell across Jake's thick, curly moustache, filling his
nostrils with his manly aroma, wetting his furry lip.
	"Smell a real man, Jake.  Take a deep whiff of what a man's man
is," I whispered. "Smell a man who's about to get fucked in the ass."
	I groped Jake's now stiff cock, imprisoned in his Christmas pants,
feeling his cock jump, reacting to Jake's nostrils filled with his sweaty,
lustful smell, as my own heat from my chest radiated against Jake's damp
pecs, and as my hand cupped his large balls, swinging loosely in his ball
sack.
	Taking my time, my hands explored every inch of Jake's half naked,
sweating body, until I had felt every muscular bulge, every tuft of hair,
every square of his tied up flesh.  My hands ended up at his waist, his
belly hair rubbing against the cinched waist of his pants, the cords of the
drawstring now being pulled taut, as I slowly untied the knot, loosening
his pants, until they began to slowly slide down onto his hips, exposing
the top of his furry groin, the top of his butt crack now open to my eyes.
	Jake's swollen cock was still covered by the cloth, his erection
poking into the cloth, holding up the material like a hook, while the rest
of the cloth draped half way down his hairy groin, covering his balls and
the lower half of his round, furry white butt cheeks.  I fondled his balls
again, beneath the cloth, cupping his sack, feeling his heat, smelling his
sweat now starting to drip from his hairy pits onto his ribs, and into the
fur of his belly.
	"We're gonna take our time, Jake," I whispered. "Just like the
prime rib in the oven, this meal is best slow cooked, and savored, like a
bottle of fine wine."
	I moved closer to Jake's chest, taking first one and then his other
hard nipple into my mouth, rubbing his chest with my moustache and my
stubbled chin, as Jake moaned his pleasure, as his cock throbbed against my
own naked belly, the now wet cloth of his pants stroking my coarse hairs.
	Then, I moved back, away from Jake, and began to slowly untie my
own pants string, to finally free my own needy, hard cock, and swollen
balls.  I swayed and thrust my hips, Jake's eyes focused on the bulge in my
crotch, watching for my naked cock to reveal its hardness, its need to my
lover.  I turned around, wiggling my butt, and slowly slid my pants down my
butt, as Jake looked at me, his eyes filled with his lust, his own cock
still hard, pushing up the wet cloth of his pants.
	As my pants fell to the floor, I kicked them away and began to
slowly jack my cock, as I looked into Jake's eyes, my tongue wetting my
lips, signaling my lust for Jake, my need to taste him, to satiate my own
horniness, to once again be with Jake as I shoot my load, feeling his hot,
sweaty body as I fill my cock with my seed, ejaculating my juice until my
lust is finally satisfied.
	Jake's cock jerked, its fully engorged shaft and head now slipping
under his pants, until the last bit of cloth fell away, his pants falling
quickly to his ankles, baring his hard cock and fat, furry balls and hairy
groin to my eyes, his hips shaking slightly, as he freed himself from the
last of his clothes.  My lover now hung naked, fully exposed to me,
swinging slightly from the big ropes tied around his wrists, open to my
every whim.
	Kneeling down before Jake, I ran my hands up his strong, muscular
legs, feeling the coarse, black hair against his skin, until I cupped his
balls with my palm, feeling his fullness, his need, the hairs of his ball
sack rubbing against my fingers.
	The smell of the roasting prime rib wafted in from the kitchen, and
mixed with the smell of our own manly sweat, our pits now wet with our
desire, our hunger for each other.  I could hear Jake's stomach growl,
anticipating the roast, and I could feel the hunger of his cock, hard and
tight, against my hand.  He was a hungry man now.
       Reaching over to the window sill, I grabbed a brass Christmas sleigh
bell that Jake had used to decorate the room.  A bright red ribbon was tied
to the bell, and I slowly tied the bell and ribbon around Jake's large,
pendulous ball sack.  I pulled the ends of the ribbon through the knot,
until the bell dangled below his balls, the ribbon brightly highlighted
against the thick bush of his hairs nestled under his rampant cock.
	I moved around behind Jake, pressing my hard cock flat against his
butt crack, my shaft feeling the hairs of his cheeks, the heat from his
crack, as Jake was able to finally feel my own steel shaft hot against his
skin, my cockhead dreaming of entering his hole, to fully take him once
again, to fill him completely.
       As we moved, the sleigh bell softly sounded, bringing the spirit of
Christmas to our love making, to the playing of our magic flutes, and the
imminent drumming of my cock into Jake's waiting ass.  Our Christmas band
was complete now, ready for our song.
	"Want me to take you, now, lover?" I asked, my cock slipping in
lengthwise into Jake's sweaty crack, my balls rubbing against the bottom of
his ass, the hair enmeshed with his own curls, close to his own needy
balls.
	"Oh, God, yes, Brad," Jake moaned.  "I want you inside of me, and I
want to feel you cum in me now."
	I tweaked his stiff nipples again with my hand, feeling his chest
now hot, sweaty, slick with his lusty, fresh sweat, his heat rising strong
from his body, as he swung from the ropes.  I moved over to the nightstand
to fetch a fresh condom, and tore open the package, and quickly slid the
wet, slippery rubber over my aching cock, until I was fully sheathed, ready
now to take Jake in the ass once again.  My own pre-cum quickly added to
the lube of the condom, so the condom now slid easily against the silky
skin of my shaft, and my engorged cockhead, hungry to find its home in
Jake's inviting ass.
	With one hand, I grabbed Jake's waist, and pulled him closer to me,
my cock now aimed straight for his hole, as my cockhead found his rosebud,
and slowly pushed open its folds, until I completely filled Jake with the
full length of my shaft, my cockhead once again fully encased by Jake's
tight, gripping chute, his prostate now throbbing against the underside of
my shaft and cockhead, every time I thrust back and forth, burying me balls
deep with each thrust of my hips.
	As I thrust against Jake, he swung on his tied arms against me, the
motion gently clanging the sleigh bell with each lusty push of our united,
sweaty bodies, my hairy chest rubbing against his strong back muscles, my
hands pulling his chest towards me, as I caressed and tugged at his chest
pelt of his dark, sweat soaked fur.
	My strokes shortened, as my breath tightened, and my balls rose
hard against my cock, until I could no longer hold myself back, until my
cum rose into my cock, and began to explode, in one giant, all consuming
spurt of ecstasy, each shot pushing into the tip of my rubber, electrifying
my cock and my brain with completeness, until I was fully spent, exhausted,
fulfilled.  Sweat rolled down my chest and drenched my belly and Jake's
back, my own lustful aroma now filling my nostrils with my need, and the
new spice of my own cum, as my cock slowly slid from Jake's hole, the
condom slipping off onto the floor, freeing the last of my jism, as it
dripped over my balls, and down my leg.
	I slid slowly to the floor, trying to regain my breath and to
return to some sense of consciousness, as the final jolts of my cumming
finally cleared from my brain.  I looked up to see the still-tied naked
body of my lover, dangling over me, his cock still hard and oozing, his
balls now tight against his groin, the Christmas bell still rocking below
his balls, the red ribbon now soaked by his sweat and the first juices of
his manhood.
	"Time to open your present, Jake," I chuckled, as I moved around,
kneeling before my lover, my mouth poised to take his cock, to taste his
juices, to hold him until he, too, could share in my joy of exploding
inside of his lover, on this Christmas Day.  As I cupped his balls again,
the bell sounded softly, moving below his balls, in time with his swings
from the rope, and, soon, in time with my mouth's strokes along the full
length of his cock, as we would ride Jake to his inevitable climax, riding
Jake's magnificent one-eyed sleigh.
	Slowly, I took Jake in my mouth, rubbing my thick moustache against
his balls and his silky smooth shaft, and then stroking his manhood with
the stubble of my chin and cheeks, so that Jake could feel every whisker of
my bear face on his cock, filling his brain with every touch of every
whisker.
	"You like the feel of my beard, lover?" I asked.
	"Oh, God, yes, Brad," Jake moaned, his need to cum unfulfilled for
such a long time, that he was nearly out of breath from the continuous
desire of his cock to release its juices, and to free his arms from the
bonds of the ropes holding him up, helpless to resist my attentions to
every nerve of his lust-filled body, a prisoner to my desire to take him in
every way.
	I turned my attentions to Jake's hungry cock, and, slowly, I ran my
tongue around the rim of his cockhead, feeling each crevice, each fold, and
the wet opening of his piss slit.  I caressed the folds of his foreskin,
now stretched tight around the base of his cockhead, tasting his manly
juices, and the spicy richness of his pre-cum, as Jake thrust his hips into
me, ringing his bell, hoping to trigger his much-needed, much desired
release.
	I gripped the base of his cock with my thumb and finger, my
moustache and stubbled chin rubbing my thumb on each down stroke, as I
began to feel Jake's balls rise tight against my hand, their need causing
the bell to sound again and again, sending the message of Jake's imminent
cumming, his Christmas joy about to spurt into my mouth at last.
	Pushing against the base of his balls, I felt the knot of Jake's
imprisoned jism, and the first spasm of his cumming, as his cum began to be
expelled from his core, releasing his balls, and electrifying his cock with
his orgasm.  Again, he convulsed, and his first spurt filled my mouth with
his seed, his jism rich, manly, and sweet on my tongue.
	Jake spasmed again, sending another rope of pearly cum splattering
across my moustache and stubble, one glob dripping onto the fur of my
chest.  Jake thrashed and moaned, his hips now erratically thrusting, his
entire body now on fire with his cumming.  Again, Jake released, and yet
another rope of cum splashed against me, this time streaking my chest with
a lightning bolt of Jake's essence.  My lover kept thrusting and exploding,
until my chest was crisscrossed with long, white streams of Jake's jism,
the air now filled with not only our manly, lusty sweat, but the fresh,
yeasty smell of Jake's seed.
	I sucked the last of his juice from his cockhead, as Jake panted
and gasped, his moans now nearly silent, as he regained his breath, as his
cock slowly lost its steel, and began to slip out of my lips, my mouth
still drenched with his first shot of jism.
	Reaching up to the ropes, I released the tension on Jake's wrist
restraints, and freed his hands from their bonds, as I kissed Jake on his
bearded lips, sharing his jism with his tongue, as we held each other
tightly, my chest now smearing his cum across Jake's sweaty, still heaving
chest.
	"You really rang my Christmas chimes, lover."

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