Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2009 20:59:16 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hike to the Lake, Part 2

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		       The Hike to the Lake, Part 2

	We showered together, Mark's first time washing and rinsing off
another naked man.  I took his hand and made sure he explored me from top
to bottom, including washing my ass and underneath my foreskin.  He blushed
as his finger ran along the ridge of my half-hard cockhead, and as he
soaped my ball sack with his other hand.  Yet, he soon was eagerly
scrubbing and rinsing my hairy body, giving me pleasure at the same time I
was scrubbing his hairy face and thickly-haired chest, until the last of
his cum was freed from his fur.
	He moaned again as I tenderly washed his man juice from the inside
of his foreskin, and thoroughly soaped and rinsed the thick bush of fur
covering his groin and his heavy ball sack, as well as cleaning out his
hole, as I pushed my soapy finger up inside of him.  I had turned him
around, as he stood under the hot torrent of water in the shower, pushing
his legs apart, and exploring his butt cheeks and entering his hole with my
wet, soapy fingers.
	Soon, his cock rose again, more than half hard, as I massaged his
prostate from both inside of his hole and along the tender skin between his
balls and his hole.  Mark, my new bearded lover, closed his eyes, savoring
my attention to his most intimate parts, sighed as I kept up my attentions
to every inch of his strong, manly body.
	"You are a handsome man, Mark, and I'm going to teach you so many
ways to love a man," I whispered, as my hands ran up and down the wet curls
of his hairy chest, and into the thick forest of his armpits.
	I ran my wet, soapy hands through his goatee and moustache, feeling
the thick, coarse whiskers against my fingertips, and the rough, sandpapery
texture of the stubble growing thickly along his jaw line and cheeks, and
down to his Adam's apple, feeling the grain, the rough short hairs of what
would soon become a soft, handsome beard.
	I reached over and turned off the shower, as we were now squeaky
clean, all of the soap and all of Mark's spurts of cum now rinsed off of
our hairy selves.  I took a towel and began to tenderly rub down Mark's
torso, the skin red, glowing from the hot water and my scrubbings with my
hands and the washcloth.
	"Hmmm, you would look good in a full beard, Mark," I murmured, as
my fingertips gently caressed his whiskery face.  "Did you ever wear a full
beard?"
	"Oh, one summer during college, when I was fighting fires in
Alaska," Mark replied.  "No one on the crew shaved and, well, I liked
having a beard.  I guess I thought I'd be somewhat clean shaven when I
worked as a professional."
	"But, I've been thinking of letting my beard grow out again. I like
the look, and, well, I've been admiring how good you look, Keith, with your
full beard," Mark added. "There's a lot of things I admire about you, and
the beard's one of them, especially how confident you always look around
the office. "
       "Of course, after this morning, you have a few more talents that I
admire," he chuckled.
	"Why don't you give it a week, Mark, and see how you look," I
said. "I know I'd like to see a handsome bearded face around the house, and
certainly in my bed."
	"I'll take that as an offer to be your roommate, then," Mark said.
"I think you'll find me able to meet almost all of your needs in a
roommate, and as a lover."
	"Well, then," I said, "that's settled.  I was hoping my sexual
talents were enough to keep you around for a while."
	We both laughed, enjoying the banter, the light-hearted talk about
sex, especially after the serious discussion when Mark first arrived.
	He grabbed another towel and began to dry me off, paying special
attention to my cock and balls, and my ass.
	"You're quite a man, Keith, really well built," Mark whispered, his
hands now cupping my balls and running along my growing cock, some of his
fingers combing through the thick black hair half hiding my ball sack.
	"There's going to be plenty of time for you to explore me this
afternoon, Mark," I replied.  "I'll let you have your way with me when we
get to the lake."
	"Well, like you said this morning, Keith.  You like to be direct
with people when it comes to sex.  And, right now, I want to have my way
with you, and give you at least some of the pleasure that you gave me on
the couch," Mark said, his voice dropping to a near whisper.  "I don't have
much experience with all of this, but I'll give it my best effort."
	He took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, turning me around
and pushing me back onto the bed, until my naked thighs were high on top of
his shoulders, his face deep in my crotch.  Eagerly, he cupped my balls,
and began to slowly massage my balls through the hairy, wet skin of my ball
sack, now relaxed and loose from our time in the shower.
	"Keith, I need this, as much as you do," my lover said.  "It's
always been hard for me to take the initiative when it comes to sex, and,
well, I'm on new territory here.  Let me try something new, at least for
me."
	I wasn't sure what sort of tiger I had released from the cage this
morning, but I was willing to go along with him, especially when I felt the
warmth of his mouth begin to surround my balls, his tongue slowly fondling
and caressing my full, needy nuts.  My cock soon throbbed its agreement,
hot blood now pulsing into my manhood, raising my cock until it stood hard,
urgent, pointing its head towards my chest, my cockhead rubbing against the
stubble of Mark's cheek.
	This man now had me by the balls, and I was loving every moment,
watching him learn to give me a new lesson in the art of loving a man.  I
lay back, looking down over my hairy chest, over the fur thick between my
nipples, the skin now damp with my lusty sweat, as my new lover sucked and
pulled on my balls and began to run his eager tongue the length of my hard
cock.
	I tugged on Mark's shoulders and hips, moving him around, and,
soon, maneuvered him over me, so that his now stiff cock was poised above
my own eager, hungry mouth, his large ball sack hanging over my face, so
that my world was mostly the sight of my lover's hard cock and furry groin,
a bit of his pre-cum now oozing from his cockhead, a threat of silvery
liquid falling delicately onto my moustache.
	Reaching up, I caressed his hard cock with my fingers, bringing his
joystick to my lips, where I took him into my mouth, feeling his wet
excitement, feeling his heat, his newfound lust.  Once again, I tasted him,
feeling his now-familiar cock again in my mouth, my own suckling of his
cock mirroring Mark's thrusts and sucking of my cock, now embedded in his
mouth.
	Together, we found our rhythm, feeding on each other's lust, each
other's desire to feel our stiff cocks pounding and thrusting into each
other, feeling our cum rise in our balls, ready, eager to explode into each
other, finding our climax.  Yet, aching to contain our thrusts, to savor
the hot, horny joy of almost cumming, but not quite there, not quite ready
to explode.  My own agony teetered on the edge of my cliff, until, with a
strong thrust of my hips, I exploded deep in Mark's wet, thrusting mouth,
my seed shooting with great jets of that strange mix of pain and joy and
agony, until I was drained, spent.
	In the midst of my own explosion, I heard Mark moan, his deep voice
vibrating against my cock, as his own cock shot deep into my mouth, filling
me once again with his seed, filling my mouth, and spilling out, soaking my
beard and Mark's thick fur surrounding his balls and his thick cock.
	Once again, sweat mixed with cum, our thrustings and thrashings
rubbing sweat and cum and curly wet hair into a thick, gooey mixture.  The
room filled with the hot spicy stench of manly sex, sweat, cum, and the
hot, citrusy burst of armpits and crotches and furry chests at the height
of sexual ecstasy.  Two horny men, spurting jism, thrashing and moaning,
and gasping for breath, until the room quieted, our cocks spent, the last
gobs of sperm running from our cocks onto our balls, and down our hairy
thighs.
	Mark hugged me close, his head on my chest, as he listened to my
calming heartbeat, his stubbled face deep into my sweaty fur, one hand
fondling my nipple, the other hand cupping my drained balls.
	I felt him sigh, his body relax, all of the tension in his muscles
now eased, as we savored the quiet in the room, the only sound our now
regular breathing, and our quieting beating of our hearts.
	"I think I'm ready for that hike, now, Keith."

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