Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2008 20:12:27 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Coming For Dinner

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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			     Coming For Dinner

	I lifted his T shirt out of his jeans and up over his belly and
chest, and then over his beefy, muscular arms.  His hairy belly was
sprinkled with course, dark hairs in a furry line from his belt to his
belly button, and then a thinner line to the base of his barrel chest.

	There, thick curly hair sprouted to cover his muscular hard chest,
hiding his skin, except for the hard large brownish red nipples that were
flat against the hair.  I ran one hand over his flat, rippled belly, over
the hair and up into the thick matt of chest hair, to rub and pinch his
nipples, and to stroke his thick hair.  The heat of his body warmed my
rough hand as I felt his strong heartbeat against my palm.

	My other hand bunched his T shirt, lifting it over his head, and I
dropped it by his side as that hand soon reached under his arm to grasp his
damp long armpit hairs.  Breathing deeply, I could smell his musty, citrusy
sweat, and a bit of his fear as he stood half naked before me.

	His eyes looked at me with nervousness and a bit of trepidation.

	"What are you doing?" he asked.

	"You've been wanting this for a long time.  So, kick back and enjoy
it," I whispered, giving his nipple another caress.  He started to say
something else, but I rubbed my finger along his mouth, and brushed his
thick moustache, combing the black hairs, and closing his lips with my
finger.

	"You're mine today, buddy.  Time for you to enjoy yourself," I
said.

	We'd been out all day, having breakfast, and then taking a long
walk along the river.  He'd called me last night, wanting to get together
and talk.  He said he had a new offer at work, and needed my advice.

	Nathan had broken up with his long time lover several months ago,
and our friendship had moved from a casual beer after work to long sessions
of his laments over his love life and his unhappiness at work.

	He'd spent the time on our walk to feel sorry for himself, and to
detail all of his failures in life.  I had tried to beef up his self
esteem, but he was too lost in his story of self pity to hear what I had
been saying.

	We stopped at the gym, where we both had memberships, and had a
long workout, pumping iron, and getting in our miles on the bikes.  The
workout did both of us good, and Nathan never once mentioned his problems
with his old lady.  He started to unwind a bit, and got back to being his
old self.

	In the showers, I took a peak at his strong physique, his hard,
muscular buttocks, his ample cock, his manly, hairy chest.  I had to
concentrate not to harden in front of him, but he looked good enough to eat
--- every part of him.

	That afternoon, we went down to the local sports bar, watching the
big basketball game.  We cheered for the home team, had a beer, and played
some pool.  Most everyone there got pretty drunk, but Nathan and I kept
ourselves to a beer a piece.  Neither one of us liked the "let's get drunk
at the game" habit of a lot of our friends.


	We had ended up back in my living room, after he had invited
himself for dinner.  I had mentioned I was slow cooking a roast, and he was
hungry for some home cooking and for some more of his pity party.  I didn't
mind sharing the roast, but I was done with his often told story of woe and
sorrow.

	I had opened a bottle of a great Merlot and after an appreciative
sip; he started to again tell me no one liked him.

	I knew Nathan liked men. He's told me once about going to a gay
bar, but he got embarrassed and left before he found any action.  A gay bar
wasn't his scene, he thought, but then, no place seemed like Nathan's
scene.  He'd never been with a man, but he'd always been curious.  My love
for real men was no secret to him, and, once in a while, Nathan would ask
me a question about my sex life.

	"She just didn't understand me," Nathan complained, and I knew this
was the start of yet another chapter of his recent dating disaster.

	It was then I decided I couldn't wait anymore and reached out to
grab his shirt.

	I'd always wanted Nathan, ever since I met him.  He had been a
football player in high school, and we had worked out a number of times at
the gym.  He was an accomplished weightlifter and kept himself in shape
with regular trips to the gym and hiking on the weekends.  Despite his
laments on his sad station in life, he was, deep down, a fun loving and
gentle man.  He just needed to realize that in himself.

	He was a deeply closeted bear, afraid of letting his family,
especially his dad, know that Nathan had an appreciative eye for a man's
man.

       I leaned into his face, touching his ear lobe with my tongue, and
rubbing my beard along his jaw line to his goatee, licking his jaw stubble,
and then moving to his full lips.  Our moustaches brushed together as he
moved into my lips and kissed me back.  I felt his breath deepen as we
kissed, and his meaty hand pushed me back towards and into his chest.

	His breath had a hint of the Merlot, and a bit of the garlic from
the roast.  He smelled faintly of soap and his natural, earthy scent, and
also a bit of nervous sweat, as he was out of his comfort zone on the
couch, with me exploring his strong, muscular body.

	I explored his strong back muscles, and rubbed my thumb along the
ropey muscles along his spinal column, and then down to his jeans and his
onto strong, massive buttocks.  They felt firm and warm in my hand, their
heat flowing through the jeans, as I massaged each globe.

	Soon, my hand had found its way under his belt and onto his butt
flesh, under his shorts, until I was rubbing the hairs of his cheeks, and
feeling the warmth and softness of his skin.

	My shirt was pressed into his chest and belly, and I could feel his
chest hair brushing against the shirt and poking into my skin, arousing my
nipples.  His body heat warmed my chest, and I could feel the dampness of
his skin, and the fresh smell of his arm pits.  His breath was hot, with a
hint of the wine we had just started.

	"Todd, I .... I'm not sure we...", he whispered.

	"You are, too.  You want this more than I do," I answered.  And, he
nodded and then looked away, blushing.

	I leaned over to his face, and gave his lips a light kiss, rubbing
our moustaches together.

	"It's time for a new adventure for you, Nathan.  You're my lover
tonight, and I want you to really be yourself.  Make love to me," I
whispered into his ear.

	I moved my other hand down the front of his jeans, touching his
zipper, and cupping his cock and balls.  His cock was half hard, through
the jeans, and I could feel his large balls underneath his cock.  His groin
moved closer to my hand, and he pressed himself against me, his eyes now
closed.  I could feel the heat of his balls and growing cock, and I kept
rubbing his bulge.

	"I want you, and I want to suck your cock," I whispered.  "I want
you now, and I'm not going to wait."

	My lips moved from his mouth, to nibble on his goatee, and then run
along his stubbled jaw line and cheeks, and then to his ear.  He tilted his
head back a bit, opening himself up for my dance along his face.

	"Take my shirt off.  Slowly," I whispered.  "We aren't in a rush."

	His hands shaking, he unbuttoned my top shirt button, and a finger
caressed a tuft of chest hair.  He lingered there, and I could hear his
breath come in large, ragged pants.

	"Relax," I said.  "You're doing fine.  I'm not breakable, you
know."

	Soon, the other buttons were open, and his hand began to explore my
chest, and then my belly.

	"Rub my tit, Nathan," I whispered, and soon, he was exploring my
nipples and the hair in my armpits and belly.  As he was exploring my
belly, his hand lingered a bit at the top of my jeans, and I whispered,
"Not yet, Nathan.  We're taking our time."

	Not one to stand idle, or to follow my own directions, I was busy
exploring his beefy chest, and warm, moist armpits and belly, matching his
explorations and touch.  His chest was hard, steely, underneath his carpet
of rich, curly hair, and his nipples were now turgid, even tender, as I
kept rubbing them with my fingertips and palm.  I hungered for his cock,
and for his seed.

	"Now, suck my tits, Nathan," I asked.  And, Nathan began to move
down my neck and to my chest, moving my open shirt apart with his furry
chin and stubbly cheeks, eagerly attacking my tits with his tongue and
goatee.  His moustache tickled my chest pelt and he began tasting my tits
and chest.

	I gently pushed him away, and shucked my shirt onto the floor, and
grabbed his belt buckle.  I tugged his belt open, and, with both hands,
opened the top button on his jeans and again caressed his cock and balls
through his pants. His groin was hot and damp, and I felt his firmness and
his need.

         He was almost fully erect, and I dragged his zipper down with one
hand, while fondling his cock with my fingers.  Nathan whispered, "Oh my
God, I'm not ... uh, I'm not..."

	"Oh, Nathan, you're ready.  Your cock is ready for me.  Your cock
is hot and so are you," I replied.

	His jeans sagged over his hips, and the dark curls of his bush
poked out above his shorts, his cock pushing out the cotton, and making a
damp spot where his cockhead leaked precum into the fabric.  I knelt down
and pushed his jeans down his legs, and undid his shoes, tossing them into
a corner, soon to be joined by his socks.

	I reached around to his solid butt, and pulled his shorts down,
exposing his rippling buttocks, and his hairy balls and large cock.  His
uncut cock was nested in a thick bush of curly hair, hiding at least an
inch of his rigid manhood.

	Nathan's muscular, hairy legs and body loomed above me, as he
looked down at me, his hard cock throbbing, silhouetted against his hairy
bush and rippling belly.

	"You look good enough to eat, Nathan", I said.  "And, I'm hungry
for a real man."

	I soon had Nathan splayed out on the couch, entertaining my bearded
lips and chin, as I explored and tasted his athletic body.  No area went
unexplored, as every muscle and crevice was given my expert attention.

	Nathan was soon moaning and panting with pleasure, as I moved
around and then next to his manhood, saving myself and Nathan for the
pleasures of our dessert.

	His balls were heavy with need, as first my hands and then my mouth
savored his large nuts and their silky, wrinkly sac and musty warmth.  His
large purple cock head poked urgently out of his foreskin, and throbbed
with every beat of his heart.

	My new lover explored me, too, with his hands, and with his mouth,
when I gave him a chance.  He was shy, at first, and wasn't sure of what to
do with me, but soon, he took my lead and was giving me some serious
attention to my balls and cock.  But, this first round was my treat, and I
returned to my hosting duties.  I could wait, and I could tell, from
Nathan's initial attentions to me, that my wait would be rewarded.

	Soon, my mouth and lips were unrolling a condom onto his stiff
cock, tightening around the edge of his fireman's helmet, and encasing his
purple, urgent head.  My mouth applied some heat and friction to his head,
and then, in an ancient rhythm, to his shaft.  Nathan's head tilted back
and his hairy chest rose and fell in an increasingly rapid movement, and he
begged me for his release.

	His chest hairs were now damp with new, horny sweat, and his skin
started to shine in the candlelight with the moisture.  His pits were
soaked now, curling his thick hair and sending out a new, manly, needy
smell from his fur.

	My hand rediscovered his nipples and I danced through his chest
hair and furry pits, touching and tickling him just a bit, and increasing
his requests to make him come.  Given Nathan's breathless moans, and grasps
of my shoulder, I could tell I was the more patient one here.

	Cupping his ball sac, I felt his balls move up close to his
cockroot, and his helmet head overheated and grew a bit larger against my
tongue.  Pumping quicker, and quicker, my tongue felt his urgent need.

	I took one finger, and scraped my nail softly along the underside
of his ball sac and the line of skin leading from his ball sac seam down to
his hole, and I began to caress and fondle his trigger.  In a moment, he
began to spasm and moan, as hot jets of cum burst through his groin,
through his pulsating cock, and into the tip of the condom.  My tongue felt
their explosions, as six spurts of Nathan's cum filled the reservoir.  With
each spurt, Nathan moaned and his cock jerked and spasmed.

	My lover's voice raggedly called for God, as his gasps and pants
filled the room with his need, and with his joy and release.

	Nathan grabbed my shoulder and he drew me into his damp chest, his
lungs still gasping with exertion and release, as he hugged me.  My hand
still cupped his balls, and I gently played with them and the skin near his
hole, as he began to recover.  I could feel his strong heart beat slow and
his breath return to normal.

	His large cock softened a bit in my hand, as I held it next to his
muscular thigh, his groin hair soft against my hand and arm.

	"Want some more wine, Nathan?  Or are you ready for the main
course, now?" I grinned.

Copyright 2008.  Oregon Bear