Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2009 07:02:07 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hike to the Lake, Part 1

This story contains graphic descriptions of adult male to male gay sex.  If
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		       The Hike to the Lake, Part 1


	I'd been looking forward to this Saturday for a long time.  Work
had been a beast for the last several weeks, and I'd decided to head out
for a day of fishing and photography at one of my favorite lakes.  It was
hidden, up in the mountains, not even a trail showed up on any map giving
away its location.
	I'd discovered the place several years ago, when I was out with
some buddies on a geo-caching trip, learning to navigate with a GPS,
finding clues and little treasures at specified locations.  I hadn't put
that much trust in technology, and so I had picked up an old hunter's map.
The lake was just a slight smudge on the map, not even bearing a name.
Once I'd learned the art of finding my way across country, I hiked out to
the lake.  It was a fisherman's paradise, with large, fat trout, and no one
fishing there.  A small creek plunged over a cliff at one end of the lake,
making a nice waterfall and a deep pool, just right for casting and for a
dip in the cool water on a hot day.
	I'd gotten up early, for a weekend, and packed a lunch, my fly rod
and camera already in my day pack, sitting by the door, waiting for me, as
I laced up my hiking boots.
	The door bell rang.
	"Who could that be, at this hour on a Saturday?" I thought, as I
tied the last knot on my boot and opened the door.
	Mark stood in the doorway, his large, muscular frame filling the
doorway.  We worked for the same company, but he worked a couple of floors
away in another department, and we didn't see much of each other at work.
Once in a while, we ate lunch together, but our schedules had changed a
couple of months ago.  Now, I only saw him a few times a week at the gym.
We both were members and were about the only guys in the company who would
stop at the gym on the way home to work out.
	We spotted each other occasionally in the weight room, and
sometimes found ourselves sharing the therapy tub or the sauna after our
workouts.  Our conversations were limited to the usual gym rat talk, and
sometimes, a bit of shop talk.  I loved looking at his well-developed,
muscular body, especially his wide, well developed lats and chest, and his
large, beefy biceps.  My cock always tingled a bit when I saw Mark, and I
found myself lusting for him whenever I saw him around the gym in his well
filled out tank top and shorts.
       He was a man's man, as he stood in my doorway, the early morning sun
at his back, with his well trimmed goatee and moustache, and curls of thick
chest hair that ran thick under his sweat soaked shirt and grew lush in his
armpits.
	Still, I never pursued anything with Mark, as I was never sure if
he was straight or gay.  Yet, he didn't wear a wedding ring, and never
bragged about his latest sexual conquest with a gal, like the other guys at
the gym.  He usually had a nice comment about my body when he spotted me,
but kept his comments to noting the size and development of a certain
muscle group; never anything that gave me hope that he wanted more in our
relationship except as a workout buddy.
	Mark had only been to my house before, to pick up a vitamin
supplement we had talked about, and this visit was certainly a surprise.
He looks disheveled, his hair tousled, and his cheeks and the edges of his
beard were unshaven, stubbly.  Though, that wasn't too unusual for a guy on
an early Saturday morning.  But, for Mark, I suspected he prided himself on
always looking sharp, neat.
	"Hi, Keith.  Sorry to disturb you, but,...well, I gotta talk to
you," Mark said, a bit short of breath and shifting his weight from foot to
foot, nervous.
	He sure didn't seem himself; acting like something important was
up.  So, I invited him in.  There was another cup left in the coffee pot,
so I poured him a full cup and put on another pot to brew.
	"Have a seat, Mark.  Take a load off.  You look like you need to
get something off your chest," I said, noticing that his T shirt was
spotted with sweat.
       His large nipples stood out against the cotton, inviting, sensuous,
at least in my fantasies I was having, my mind seeing Mr. Muscle standing
there, stripped to the waist, his skin sweaty and hot, his thick chest hair
coating his muscular pecs and running thick over his rippled belly down to
the waist of his jeans.  A nice bulge pushed against the fly of the denim,
further fueling my new found lust for this morning's package at my
doorstep.
	"You been out for a run this morning?" I asked.
	"Uh, no.  I couldn't sleep.  I've been up for hours, waiting to
come talk to you, Keith," he replied.
	He started to talk, the words running fast out of his mouth, his
hands waving, animated.
	"I got fired last night, right after everyone else left," he
blurted out.  "My boss called me into his office, right as we were all
leaving.  He shut the door behind me and just said I was fired, I'd been
let go.  No reason.  Just....fired."
	"There must be a reason, Mike," I said.  Company policy requires we
give someone a reason.  And, firing is the last step.  He must have talked
to you about your work before this."
	"Why are you telling me this, Mike?  I don't run your department
and you know I'm in charge of Design, not Manufacturing.  I don't have any
control over your department, let alone your boss," I continued.
	"My union rep told me to talk to you, Keith.  Everyone knows you're
the best boss and the best division head in the company.  You always look
out for your crew.  Anyway, my union rep thought you'd have some insight
into what is going on, especially since you're gay, too, like me," Mark
added, now looking sad, dejected, as he held his head in his hands and
stared straight into the floor, his coffee growing cold in the cup clasped
in his fists.
	"Oh, God, I'm making a mess of this," Mark sighed.  "I'm sorry,
Keith.  I shouldn't be bothering you with my troubles."
	"You're fine, Mark.  I'm flattered you think I can be of some help
here.  And, I'm glad you're comfortable enough with me to finally let me
know you're gay.  Is that why you got fired?"
	"I .... I don't know, Keith.  My boss has never said anything about
that, but he's been really cold to me the last couple of weeks.  But, he's
been real pissy with everyone."
	"I can check things out on Monday, Mark," I replied. "But, I
haven't heard any rumblings about layoffs, or firings.  Last time I knew,
you were getting some high praise for your work, and were in line to
getting a promotion."
	"There's nothing either of us can do until Monday, Mark.  So, you
need to calm down a bit; relax. It's a beautiful sunny day, and the fish
are biting somewhere," I said, looking a bit wistfully at my day pack with
my camera and fishing pole calling my name by the door.
	"I can't relax.  When I came home last night, I told my family I'd
been fired.  I've been staying with my brother and his wife, saving up
money to put down on a house," Mark said, talking faster now.  "My brother
threw a fit, and kicked me out, saying something about not wanting to have
his damn faggot brother take advantage of him now."
	"He mentioned that I was a slacker at work.  Everyone knew that.
He'd been expecting me to get fired. It was just a matter of time."
	Mark began to sob, big tears running down his lean face, wetting
his stubbled cheeks.  He ran a meaty hand over the tears, smearing the
wetness into his goatee and moustache.  I moved over to the couch where he
had landed, and put my arm around his thick, muscular shoulders, as he
sobbed.  He leaned hard into me, his chest now shaking with his sobs, his
voice breaking, the emotional strain turning into ragged cries and sobs,
filling the living room with his agony.
	Silently, I held him tight against me, my chest and shoulders
feeling the hard contours of his well-developed body, feeling the heat rise
from him, sweat soaking further into his shirt.  His tears dripped onto the
center of his chest, enlarging the sweat stain until it grew into the large
circles of sweat under his arms.  His sweaty armpits were hot and a strong,
musty odor rose from him, filling my nostrils with slightly stale, nervous
sweat, the smell of a man filled with shame and anger.
	"Sounds like living with your brother wasn't exactly paradise," I
said softly, finally able to get a word in when Mark's sobbing eased a bit.
	"No, no, it wasn't," Mark whimpered, the last of his sobs finally
clearing his throat, as he began to take a deep breath, and released the
tension in his chest.  "I've always been a good brother to him, but lately,
he's gone out of his way to call me names and berate me in front of his
wife."
	"I guess I never could live up to his expectations," Mark sighed,
wiping a big tear from his face, and taking a gulp of the still warm coffee
in his mug.
	"What, being gay doesn't live up to your brother's expectations?" I
asked, finding my own anger rising.
	"Well, not just that.  By not being as successful as he is, and
always being a disappointment....to everyone," Mark added, his voice now
bitter and angry.
	"Gee, Mark, everyone at the company thinks you're a great guy, a
real hard worker.  And, the guys at the gym sure respect you.  You're quite
the body builder," I said, as I gave him a reassuring squeeze to his large,
meaty biceps.
	"Thanks, Keith.  You're too nice to me.  You've always been good to
me, even if I don't deserve it," Mark said.
	"It's not hard to be nice to you, Mark.  You're a nice guy. You're
smart, you're hard working.  And, you're handsome.  Wow, are you handsome,"
I answered.
	"You're just saying that, Keith, because you are so nice.  If I was
so good looking, how come I haven't slept with anyone for the last couple
of years?  Answer me that one," Mark said, his anger now rising, his face
flushed a bit.  Sweat beaded out on his forehead, and began to drip into
his beard.
	"Well, maybe that will change, Mark.  Anyway, you can't live with
your brother any more.  Do you have some place else to stay?" I asked.
	"No.  Actually, I spent last night in my car," Mark said quietly, a
bit of shame creeping into his voice. "I drove around for a while, even
drove by here a couple of times.  I didn't have enough guts to knock on
your door.  I wasn't sure you'd talk to me.  Or that anyone would talk to
me.  Or even care.  Besides, it was late."
	"Well, I bet you haven't had any breakfast either, partner," I
said.  "Why don't you hit the shower, and I'll rustle up some breakfast for
you.  The coffee's done and we'll get you fed, and put a pot of coffee into
you.  We can make plans then, on a full belly."
	"Oh, and strip off those clothes," I added. "I'll throw 'em in the
wash while you're in the shower.  We're about the same size, so I'll get
some clean duds for you to wear.  And, I'm betting I can talk you into a
fishing trip today, too.  You need to relax, man."
	Mark nodded, and stripped off his sweat and tear stained T shirt,
his strong arms pulling on the cloth, which rose above his rippled furry
belly and exposed his hard muscled hairy chest and fat reddish nipples.
Thick fur rolled out of his armpits, wet, and shimmery in the morning light
streaming in the window.  My cock stirred at the sight of this sweaty,
muscled bear of a man, as I watched him strip off his shirt, and then shuck
off his jeans, his suddenly naked cock now wiggling a bit in its thatch of
curly hair, as he pulled his muscular legs out of his pant legs.
	My now naked new houseguest stood before me, hands on his slender
hips, his face lit up with a grin.  My eyes feasted on his strong, manly
features, sculpted muscles, thatches of curly dark hair, and ripe, swollen
nipples rising out of the swatch of tight curls across his chest, his
goatee and moustache nicely framing his strongly chiseled face.
	"Where's the bathroom?" my burly guest asked, waking me from my new
fantasy of taking him on the spot, pushing him down back on the couch,
where I could ravish every inch of his damp, horny body, driving my cock
deep into his bearded mouth until my cum shot over every inch of his hairy
handsome face.
	"Oh, down the hall and to the left.  There's a clean towel on the
rack, and plenty of shampoo in the shower," I said, turning towards the
kitchen to hide my suddenly hard cock, which pushed hard against my hiking
shorts, its damp tip leading me towards the stove.  "Oh, and don't shave.
That's a household rule around here.  No razors on weekends."
	I picked up Mark's pile of clothes and carted them off to the
washer, and threw in some soap.  I turned to the kitchen and began to chop
up the fixings for a big omelet.  I had planned to eat on the way to the
lake, but breakfast here with a now naked man who was looking to turn into
a roommate sounded a heck of a lot more appetizing, in more ways than one.
	Soon, I was busy chopping vegetables and some left over ham, and I
started cracking the eggs open when I heard his voice from the doorway to
the living room.
	"Where did you put those clothes, Keith," Mark said.
	I turned to look at him, my heart and my cock both rising at the
sight.  He stood a few feet away from me, bare-chested, his thick chest
hair still damp from the shower, his skin tight over his muscular chest and
belly, his hard arms bulging, with deep curves defining his shoulders, his
biceps, and his strong forearms.  His lean belly had a thick, long trail of
hair marching down past his belly button to the bath towel tied around his
waist, the outline of his thick cock and the bulge of his balls pushing
against the towel, its length short enough around his waist that I could
see the front of one of his muscular thighs pushing against the towel.
	"Well, you look cleaner," I laughed, taking another long look at
this handsome man who was parading more than half naked in my kitchen.
	"Lord, I feel cleaner," Mark said.  "A shower can do wonders for a
man, and I'm starting to work up an appetite."
	"Yeah, well me, too," I said, my cock again filling with my now hot
blood, my brain kicking back into fantasy land, yet realizing that my
fantasy could be coming true.
	"Have a seat and I'll get you a refill on that coffee.  Breakfast
should be done in about five," I said.  "We'll find some clothes for you
later.  Right now, I'm happy to see such a handsome man grace my table and
taste my cooking."
	Mark stammered a bit, not expecting me to comment on his handsome
nearly naked body.
	"I haven't heard that kind of remark before," he said.
	"Even when you were getting laid?" I asked, as I tried to busy
myself with the large omelet now cooking up on the stove.
	"Yeah, even then, back in the Stone Age," Mark replied.  "I've
never had anyone say they thought I was good looking, not even guys I
....had."
	"Well, you must have always dated blind guys, because you have a
great body, and you should be proud of all that work you've done at the
gym.  It's really paid off, Mark.  And, besides, I bet you're great in the
sack," I said, laughing a bit, as I tried to lighten up the conversation a
bit, and get Mark to start feeling good about himself.
	"No, not blind guys.  Mostly drunk guys.  I've only slept with guys
I picked up at bars.  Not one of them stayed the night, and well, I've
never had a guy .... Regularly," Mark said, blushing a bit.  "And not even
that, for a couple of years now."
	The omelets were ready and I quickly flipped them onto our plates,
adding a pile of toast fresh out of the toaster.  I handed Mark his plate
and steered him to the breakfast counter, and poured us both another mug of
coffee, as well as two tall glasses of juice.
	"Dig in, Mark, and enjoy," I said, handing him a fork and knife.
	I watched him sit up on the barstool, the towel parting more,
showing me a glimpse of his thick cock and a hairy ball nesting in a
thicket of curly dark hair.  I sat down across from him, facing his hard,
well-defined chest, watching his massive arms flex as he picked up his fork
and admired my breakfast creation.
	"Looks great, Keith, he said.  "I haven't eaten since lunch
yesterday.  I've just been too upset.  I'm famished."
	My bare-chested house guest dug in, quickly making short work of
the large omelet, and the four pieces of toast on his plate, washing it
down with the coffee and juice.  A bit of coffee dribbled out of his mouth
and down his goatee, dropping onto his chest, and getting lost in the
thicket of tempting fur.
	"Well, I think you're a prize, Mark," I said, between forkfuls of
my omelet.  My newly launched fantasies and lust this morning had fueled my
own appetite, driven by the sight of all this bare manly skin in my house.
	"You're just saying that, Keith, because you're a nice guy," Mark
replied. "Any lover I've had was drunk and desperate.  I was just always
the last chance for a guy to get laid after closing time.  No one who's
sober would ever want me."
	We wiped our bearded faces, and sipped the last of our coffee, our
stomachs full from the large breakfast.  Mark's part of the conversation
paused, and he looked out the window, into the back yard, but, really
staring deep into nothing, lost in thought.
	"Mark," I said, "I meant it when I said you were attractive.  This
may not be a good time to say this, but then, I'm a guy that likes to get
to the point.  Especially when it concerns sex."
	"I really do find you attractive, and, well, this morning, I'd like
to take advantage of you, and to give you something that I think you need
today," I said, moving off of my stool and coming around to Mark's side of
the counter. "I want you, Mark, and I want you right now."
	I put my arm around his bare shoulders, slowly sliding my fingers
across the muscles of his broad shoulders, feeling his strength and the
heat rising from his broad back.  My other hand ran through his hair and
down his face, feeling the stubble of his cheeks, caressing the soft
whiskers of his goatee.
	"You can do something for me now, Mark," I whispered.  "Let me show
you how you turn me on, how I respond to your rugged, manly body, to you as
an attractive man.  It's time you were loved, and loved in the right way."
	Mark looked back at me, silent.  His eyes looked lonely and sad.
	"You really mean that?" he replied.  "You're not messing with me,
are you?"
	"No, man.  Well, not in the way you asked.  I want to mess with
you, but that means taking your big fat cock deep into my mouth and giving
you the best blow job I can do," I replied, a big grin lighting up my face.
	I didn't wait for a reply.  My hands ran through the hairs of his
chest, tweaking and playing with his stiffening nipples and the thatch of
hair between his tits, as I felt the heat of his skin and the rising throb
of his heart.  My hand moved further down, stroking the fur on his belly,
and feeling the outline of his thick cock through the soft towel that still
clung to his waist.
	"Come with me, now, Mark," I whispered.  "Let me show you how I
really love a man, a good man like you."
	Mark fell silent, his eyes wide, his mouth open, as I pulled him
from the stool and took his hand, pulling him into the living room.  With
one hand, I pulled on the knot on his towel, slowly loosening the cloth,
until the towel fell silently down his thick, muscled thighs, exposing his
thick, uncut cock and the furry nest surrounding his large balls.
	I gasped at the sight of this perfect man, every detail of his
muscled, furry body an image of perfection, of the height of sexual desire.
With every breath, his chest rose, pushing out his large nipples, and
moving the curls across his chest, his muscles rippling, hard and firm.
	Pushing him back onto the couch, I knelt between his strong thighs,
parting them with my waist as I stripped off my shirt, throwing it down,
until my own naked shoulders could feel the soft hair of my lover's thighs.
I took in the sight of Mark's cock, lying across his balls, its tip against
his thigh.  My nostrils filled with the smell of this man's crotch, his
musty, manly smell mixed with a faint odor of soap, the hair still damp
from his shower.
	Slowly, my tongue explored this feast of manhood spread before me,
and I licked and fondled his thighs, grasped and stroked his strong, hairy
butt cheeks, probed his hole, and cupped his furry balls, lifting and
hefting his nuts, feeling his need rise, stroking the hairs surrounding his
manhood.  Moving higher, I ran the tip of my tongue the length of his
growing cock, feeling his blood rise hot and eager, feeling his cock
expand, and its silky skin smooth and wet on my hungry tongue.
	With one hand, I pulled down on his foreskin, baring his purplish
red cockhead, watching his piss slit begin to ooze his own juice, driven by
his own rising lust, his own desire to make love with me, to reward my
tongue's work with an explosion of his own juices, his own seed, until we
were both satisfied, both released from our rising lust.
	Eagerly, I took him into my mouth, feeling his heat, his blood
pumping in time with his heart, now strong inside of his massive chest,
tasting the beginnings of his manly juices, rising from his balls, now held
in my eager hand.  Gently, I pulled and caressed his balls, feeling his
need rise, feeling his new urgency, a slight dew of his lusty sweat now
beading on the hairy wrinkled jewel sack.  His horny odor added new spices
to Mark's smells filling my nostrils, feeding my own lust, my own need for
release.
	Yet, this was Mark's special time, a time to be wanted, to be held,
to be tasted and fondled.  It was his time to know the agonies and tensions
of a lover, to ride his own rocket ship, until he could take no more
fondlings, no more stroking and sucklings, until he could reach his own
point of no return, and to explode deep into my hungry mouth, knowing that
a lover could take him where he had never been.  My own lusts would wait,
and I could remain unsatisfied, at least for now, knowing that Mark's needs
to be loved, to be truly taken to his own heights of joy and lust, would
finally be met.
	Above me, Mark thrashed and moaned across the couch, his body
dancing to the rhythms of my steady, eager suckling of his cock, the gentle
tug on his ball sack, the fondling of his hole, and my other hand's dance
across his hairy chest, stroking and pulling on his nipples, tugging at the
curls of his chest hairs, and the thick, wet strands of his furry armpits.
His strong thighs gripped my shoulders, his beefy arms now high above his
head, opening up his chest and deep armpits, as he began to breath in deep,
ragged breaths and moaned softly with each upstroke of my pistoning lips
sliding across his thick, hard cock.
	Our dance continued without a break, the room falling silent except
for the sounds of Mark's gasps and moans and my quiet, wet sucklings of his
hard, increasingly desperate cock.  And then, Mark gave a great gasp of
air, moaning loudly, as his cock erupted in a massive spurt of cum, the
first jet pulsing hard against my tongue, filling my mouth with one great
jet of jism.  The next several spurts flew past my bearded lips, rising
high into the air before splattering down across his gasping belly and
heaving chest, painting his fur with large ropes of pearly cum, mixing with
his sweaty chest.
	The last spurt soaked the hair just above his cockroot, so that his
entire torso was painted with streaks of white seed.
	Gently, I cupped his emptied balls in my hand, as Mark breathed
deeply, regaining his breath after exploding his cum into my mouth, and
then, across his belly and chest.  He felt hot, sweaty in my hands, his
ball sack relaxing now, his nuts loose as my fingers caressed his jewels.
I moved up next to him, kissing him gently on his bearded lips, letting a
bit of his own cum slip into his mouth, so that he could taste himself,
enjoying his own spurted jism.  Globs of his cum dripped from my mouth,
splattering onto his sweaty, hard chest, sticking to the thick curls of his
chest hair, as well as his goatee.
	Mark reached up to me, grabbing me in his muscled arms, and pulled
me close.
	"Keith, that was unbelievable.  I've never experienced anything
like that," he whispered, his breath now full, unlabored now by his efforts
in cumming in my mouth, his sweaty chest now starting to dry.
	"Well, there's more to come, so to speak, Mark," I replied.  "I'm
taking you on a hike today to a beautiful place.  And, I want to make love
to you by a waterfall.  I want you to experience making love outdoors, a
place we can just be ourselves."
	"Keith, I'd like that.  I'd like that a lot," Mark said.  "And, I
want to learn how to make love to you."
	"Oh, you'll have plenty of chances for that today, Mark," I
chuckled.  "But first, let's hit the shower and get some of your cum washed
off of that big hairy chest of yours."

Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.