Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2009 12:02:20 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: He Came Over For a Beer, Part 2

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			He Came Over For a Beer, Part 2

	Tom held me close, hugging me tight against his hard chest, the
tank top a bit damp with his sweat from the warm evening.  His bare, hard
shoulders glowed a bit in the warm light of the couple of hurricane lamps I
had lit on the porch, after the sun had set.  I could feel his heat from
his furry chest, and the earthy smell of his pits, a mix of dirt, horse,
and the musty smell of a horny man.
	We'd been lovers last week, for the first time, and Tom had come
over tonight for the first feed of corn from my garden, as well as a couple
of brews and a steak.  But, as we had shared the first cold beer on the
porch, he'd poured his heart out to me, telling me he'd really come back to
be my lover, wanting to have me as his lover.  I took his face in both of
my hands, calloused from my summer in the garden, my finger nails still
stained with dirt.  I ran my fingers along his tanned cheeks, and the week
old beard that now covered his jaw and chin, and his new 'stach that was
filling in across his lip.  His face was hot, sweaty, as he looked deep
into my eyes with his steel blue eyes.
	Against my chest, I could feel his hard chest tremble and shake a
bit.  There was tension in his lean, hard muscles, and across his
shoulders.  His thick curly chest hair, which spilled out from his tank
top, felt coarse against my shirt as we embraced.  I could feel his hard
nipples stiff against my chest, and his heart beat strong, strong enough
for me to feel it through my T shirt, resonating against me.  My cock
stirred a bit, warmed by this hard, manly body in my arms; my balls
tingled, knowing they would soon spill their load of a week's worth of cum
tonight.
	"Relax.  We're gonna take this slow," I whispered, feeling him take
a deep breath and begin to let go of some of his tension.  "We've got the
whole night, and we're not in a rush."
	"I know," he said, releasing a big breath of air.  "It's
just....well, I don't want to make a mess of this.  I've...I've never done
very well with a woman, and now....I'm just scared.  I'm scared I'm gonna
fuck this up."
	"You won't fuck it up.  You can't do anything wrong with me,
partner," I replied, lowering my voice to a whisper.  "You were great last
week, and I know I'm in for a real treat tonight."
	I reached down to the bottom of my T shirt and slowly stripped it
off, baring my furry chest and bare shoulders to Tom's hungry hands.  After
I threw my shirt to the floor, I reached over to the bottom of Tom's tank
top, and slowly pulled the thin cotton cloth up over his lean, furry belly,
the sculpted hairy muscles of his chest, and raised the shirt over his
muscular, tanned arms, exposing his deep, thick furred moist armpits.  His
odor thickened, mixed with my own damp and horny smell, and I pulled him
back tight against my chest, our fur meshed together, and our sweat mixing
across our chests.
	"Mmmm, you feel good," I whispered.  "I've dreamed about you all
week, and now, you're finally here."
	My hand ran up his bare back, feeling the cords of his strong
muscles running up his spine, and the thick muscles and bones of his
shoulder blades, his skin damp and hot.  My other hand ran over the
hardness of his butt, the denim of his cutoffs soft against my skin, as I
pushed against his hard glutes, feeling his crack, and pulling his ass hard
against me, his cock and my cock now up against each other, just a few
layers of cloth getting in the way.  I remembered his cock, fat and stiff,
last week, as I stripped him, and took his manhood deep into my mouth, the
memory of that night now bringing a new hunger to my lips and my tongue.
	Tom pulled my head closer, and kissed me hard, his new beard and
'stache pushing into my beard and moustache, his tongue pushing into me,
wet, hungry.  His warm breath caressed my face, as he held me tight.  His
lust rose in his growing cock, and in his breath, as he held me tight in
his arms, his chest pushing hard against me.
	I stepped back a bit, breaking our kiss, giving me a chance to
breathe, and to take in the sight of this half-naked cowboy, his shorts
tented out by his now hard cock, his hairy chest rising and falling from
his lustful breath, his skin wet with sweat, his hairy pecs glistening in
the lamp light.  A damp spot appeared on his shorts, defining the head of
his cock, and a bit of drool ran into my beard, as I remembered last week
and the taste of his hot, eager cock against my tongue.
	"I want you to fuck me, now.  Get inside of me and make me yours,"
I panted, my voice deep with my lust for this almost naked lover.
	"I've..never..."
	"I know. And, its time.  Don't think, now.  Just do what you've
always wanted to do.  Let your big fat cock do your thinking for a change."
	My hand found his cock, trapped in his shorts, and I cupped his
warm balls and felt his cock pushing against the denim, feeling the wet
spot with my thumb.  I fumbled with his zipper, pulling it down quick, in
my haste to strip him, to see his hard cock pulse and jump, as I yanked his
shorts down his strong, muscled legs, until he stood before me, a real life
David, his manhood hard, bouncing above his fat, furry balls, his naked
cheeks damp and glowing in the light.  A bit of his juice dripped off his
uncut tip, a silvery strand falling into the thick nest of hair around his
balls.
	I quickly stripped, and pulled him down to the porch floor, pulling
his naked butt and manly spear between my straddled legs, opening my hole
wide for his cock.  His whiskery face brushed against my belly and then up
to my chest, his lips finding my hard, eager nipples, as he sucked and
pulled on my tits.  His new beard brushed against the whorls of my hairy
pecs, and against my nipples, as he tasted and suckled me, sending bolts of
lust charging through my cock and my balls.  I felt my cum rise, my balls
and my trigger spot between my balls and my hole heat up, becoming on fire,
as I wanted my cowboy to take me now.
	Our lips met, our hot breath hard and urgent against each other, as
my hand forced itself between our hot, sweaty groins, until I grasped the
tip of his cock between my finger and my thumb.  His cock head was slick
with his juice, and I slid his thick foreskin down across the crown of his
cockhead, until the whole of his cockhead was naked, exposed.  I slowly
rubbed him, hearing him moan with pleasure with each stroke, his juice
soaking my fingers.  I felt his heat, his lust, his hardness, as I slowly
guided him to the rim of my hole, leading him to my entrance, pulling and
pleading with him to make me his lover.
	His strong, beefy arms stood like pillars on each side of my chest,
as he lay above me, his fur occasionally rubbing across my sweaty, hungry
chest, as his cock pushed against me, finding my door, finding its place
where it could dance and thrust, until its own hunger could finally be
satisfied.  His thick hair around his cock and his balls danced with my own
hair and against my own needy balls, as he began to slide slowly into me,
his width and his fire stretching me, teasing me, as he pushed steadily in.
	Tom gasped, moaning with his lust, as he kept moving forward,
deeper, until, at last, he was buried balls deep in me, fully taking me,
his balls now pushing against my ass, our crotch hair mashed together, wet
and sweaty, our musty male smells of our balls and cocks now mixing,
replenished by the sweat now pouring out of our groins.  My nostrils filled
with our new smells, the ripeness of our armpits and chests and the lusts
of our cocks rich and funky.  Nothing else mattered now, nothing but our
union, our taking of each other, our dance to our release.
	My hands now grasped Tom's naked, flexing butt cheeks.  His ass was
sweaty, hairy, and hard.  Now that he had fully taken me, his sword buried
deep inside of me, he slowed, fully taking in all of the sensations of his
cock being thrust balls deep inside of his lover, his man.  He looked down
at me, his eyes on fire, a drop of sweat rolling down his cheek into his
new beard, lost now in the curl of the whiskers.
	"Damn, this is sweet," he moaned, a grin widening his mouth, his
voice cracking with a lustful chuckle.
	I could only laugh in reply, his cock dancing against my prostate,
his furry balls bouncing against ass with each thrust, his furry cock hair
and hard belly pushing and rubbing against my own aching, almost to
bursting cock.  I was so close to cumming, yet now wanting this dance to
end so soon.  Every muscle in my body, every nerve on fire with hunger,
wanting more from this man on top of me, in me, on me, and all but becoming
me, wanting to cum together, as we danced.
	He quickened his thrusts, his sweat dripping down on my own wet
chest, the wet sounds of our fucking, our thrusting beating a deep tattoo
across the night air of the yard, my butt pushed hard against the boards of
the porch with every thrust, with every slide of his hard cock inside of
me.  And, after time had lost all of its meaning, until the only thing that
existed in the world was our dance, and his thrusts, and the sparks of
white lust that ran up and down my body until I could finally take no more,
we exploded.  Hot spurts of our seed raged out of our balls and through our
cocks, shooting thick ropes of cum, again and again, the rhythm of Tom's
thrusts now a spasmodic explosion of chaos and joy and release, all at the
same time.
	I held him in my arms, this cowboy stud, who lay next to me
catching his breath, letting the sweat dry from his hard chest, letting the
last of his jism ooze from his now spent cock, still buried deep inside of
me.  My own cock drained the last of its spent juices, soaking the fur on
his slowly rising and falling belly.  The smells of our pits and our
sweaty, furry balls and crotches now mixed with the new stench of spent
cum, with Tom's cum now oozing and slipping out of my fully fucked and
satisfied hole, soaking the crack of my ass and coating my cheeks with his
seed, dripping across my balls, the balls he had so fully drained a few
minutes before.
	We lay there for a few minutes longer, listening to the quiet of
the summer night, feeling the cool breeze against our drying fur, letting
the cum pool and begin to dry in the curls of our hair.
	Tom pulled me close to him, kissing me softly.
	"You're amazing," he whispered.
	"Amazing?  Oh, wait til you taste that corn you've been craving.
It's time for dinner."

Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.