Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2009 15:20:43 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hike to the Lake, Part 5

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		       The Hike to the Lake, Part 5

	We watched the sunset, our naked bodies cooling after the passion
of the late afternoon, after Mark had pulled my hard, hungry cock deep into
his ass, begging me to fuck him, to have a man take his ass for the first
time.  He had spread his muscular thighs wide, his large, fat balls shiny
with horny sweat, his hard cock pulsing with the beat of his heart, as he
pulled on my shoulders, pulling me on top of his sweaty, hairy chest.
	"Take me, Keith," he moaned.  And, slowly, I had entered him, my
hard cock with its swollen, red head pushed against his hole, my foreskin
sliding down, baring the rim of my cockhead, until just my cockhead and
Mark's asshole connected us.  I could feel his heat, his tightness against
my cock, and the slight give in his hole, as I began to slide into him.  He
gripped me tight, and then relaxed, letting the full length of my manhood
slide deep inside of him, until my balls slapped against his butt cheeks.
	We had danced, slowly at first, then, as Mark gripped my butt
cheeks, we picked up the pace, the fur on our chests rubbing hard and slick
against each other, as we sweated and panted to our climax, until we had
shot our thick ropes of cum, until my seed was firmly planted inside of my
new lover.  As I was shooting my jism deep inside of his ass, Mark's cock
exploded again, sending long stringy wet globs of jism across his belly and
against our sliding, slick chests.
	Now, we sat up, our naked butts planted on the rock on which we had
just fucked, where Mark had lost the virginity of his ass hole.  We
regained our breath and let the sweat and cum dry across our bellies and
chests.  A breeze cooled our sweaty pits, and Mark put his well-developed
arm across my back, holding me tight to him.
	"This is what I've always dreamed of," he whispered, a tear running
down his cheek into the stubble of his jaw, and dripping into his goatee.
"I'm so glad you were the first....the first man I've had."
	I hugged him tight, knowing that my seed was planted deep inside of
him, his asshole now tender and oozing a bit of my cum, as he came down
from the high of his first orgasm with a man inside of his ass, the first
time he had fully given himself to another, when he had cum from the
thrusts of a hard cock pumping hard deep inside of him.
	"You're quite a lover, Mark.  And, we have the night and the rest
of our lives to share with each other.  This is only the beginning," I
replied.
	We took another dive into the pool, and strolled back to the camp,
our bellies growling with hunger after our afternoon of sucking and fucking
by the lake.  Soon, we were busy frying up several of the trout we had
caught, and cooking up some pasta and Alfredo sauce for our lakeside
dinner.  I fetched a nice pinot noir out of my pack and poured us a couple
of glasses of the wine.
       The breeze had turned a bit cool, and so we reluctantly put on the
jeans and sweatshirts I had packed.  I had been enjoying Mark's muscular,
hairy body all afternoon, yet I was still able to admire his well-built ass
cheeks in his jeans and the nice package of his balls and sweet cock.  And,
it was certainly not the last sight of his ass I'd see today, as our two
sleeping bags were already zipped together, big enough for two to spend the
night.
	Soon, the summer stars begin to appear, and we heard the loud hoot
of an owl in the woods.  Several pairs of loons had landed on the lake, and
their mournful cries added a new orchestra to accompany us as we savored
our dinner, the fresh trout and the Alfredo nicely accompanied by the wine.
	"You've made me very happy," Mark said, as I was refilling his
glass with the bottom half of the wine.  "I still can't believe how lucky I
am.  I never knew what it was like to make love, real love, and not just
have a quick blow job in some seedy bathroom stall in some dive.  You've
given me a whole new world."
	"And you deserve all of this, Mark.  This is what real love is.
Two men, enjoying each other for what they really are."
	We sipped the last of the wine in silence, watching more stars
appear, and watching the first light of the full moon rise in the east,
sending beams of pale, platinum moonlight through the forest, turning the
woods into a series of abstract monographs.
	As the moon rose over the trees, filling our camp with the full
strength of the moon, I reached over and kissed Mark on his furry lips.  My
arms circled his broad shoulders, and I pulled him tight to my chest,
feeling the warmth of his pecs and broad shoulders through our sweatshirts,
my mind's eye seeing his rich, broad nipples, the sworls of hair across his
chest, and the thick curls of hair running down his belly into his thickly
furred crotch, where his fat cock and heavy balls lay, ready for my tongue.
	"And now, my lover," I whispered, "It's time for my wish today.  I
want you to fuck me.  I want your fat, thick cock shoved hard up my ass; I
want your balls bouncing off my butt, and I want to feel you cum deep
inside of me."
	"But,...I've...I've never done that.  I don't know if I .....
It...It wouldn't be ... I couldn't," Mark stammered.
	He pushed me away, turning his head down, a deep sob rising from
his chest, a torrent of tears now streaming down his face.
	Sniffling, he sobbed, "I'm not any good.  I couldn't make you
happy.  I...I wouldn't know what to do ....right."
	I let him sob and sniffle for a bit; he clearly needed to let loose
of his feelings that had been pent up for a while.  As his sobbing eased a
bit, I came up behind him, and held him close, putting my arms around his
waist, my face nuzzling him around his neck and stubbled cheek.
	"You were pretty good this afternoon," I said.  "You made me cum
and you came a couple of times, too, if I remember correctly.  My cock is
always excited to see you.  You're a damn good fuck, and I'm gonna insist
that you fuck me tonight."
	"Besides, it's Saturday night, and you're the only date in town," I
added.
	Mark chuckled, and began to grin.  "Well, if you look at it that
way, I guess you're pretty desperate to get laid, if you're picking me up."
	We both broke out into a laugh, which soon grew to a guffaw and
then an all hands belly laugh, as the absurdity of our words caught up with
us and the tension eased from Mark.
	"You'll have to teach me, oh Great Stud," he finally said, as our
laughter grew quiet.  "I promise to be a good student."
	We held each other tight, as I brushed his tears away from his
cheeks, and kissed him again, softly.  I ran my fingers through his
moustache and goatee, and along the stubble of his jaw and cheeks.  The two
day old beard was feeling a little scratchy, but I knew he'd look real good
in a full beard.
	"This beard is coming along pretty nicely," I said.  "Give it some
time and you'll look even more handsome than you do now."
	Mark nodded.  "I've wanted to grow a full beard for some time, but
I've never felt anyone really cared about how I looked, ...until you."
	"Well, you're gonna be sharing my bed from now on, partner, and I
want to wake up every morning to this manly bearded face.  Besides, if you
don't shave in the morning that gives me more time to give you a blow job
before breakfast."
	"Oh, you better plan on more time than it takes to shave," Mark
chuckled.  "Your tasty cock is gonna get a workout every day, too."
	"Well, daily exercise is important," I replied.
	We stripped off our clothes and crawled into our sleeping bags,
taking a minute to admire the moonlight shimmering on the lake, and to
watch the silvery moonlight on the mountains.  The shadows of the loons
were silhouetted on the lake, and our neighbor, the owl, continued his
occasional song.
	Mark was an eager student, and we took it slow.  Our horniness of
the afternoon had been somewhat eased by our sixty-nining by the lake and
my taking of his virgin ass hole as the sun began to set.  Now, we had both
relaxed, and we were willing to take our time.  Not that we weren't eager,
as both of our cocks were already hard, already oozing pre-cum, as we
snuggled into the thin flannel liners of the sleeping bags.
	I took Mark's hands on a slow, rambling tour of my body, showing
him every crevice, every nerve, every place where I could experience
pleasure from another man's slow, tender touch.  He was an eager student,
and yet, there were times I had to slow him down, to make him focus on what
he was feeling and what I was feeling, and how a man's body could really
respond to the love of another man.
	And, when he had thought the lessons were done, and he had explored
every inch, every part of me, I invited him to take me on my own tour of
his naked, hairy body.  He blushed, and I could see, in the moonlight, his
cheeks turn red.
	"I never.... Oh, God, ...this is so new to me.  I don't really know
myself well enough to show you..," Mark stammered.
	"Then, it's time, Mark.  It's time you honored yourself by getting
to know your own body," I whispered.  "We have all night, and I'm hungry
for you.  I want a full course meal tonight, and we are still just on the
appetizers."
	We renewed our studies and Mark proved to be an able student, and
an able teacher about his own body.  We worked slowly, but thoroughly, as
his fingers took me to his furry chest, his tender, hot nipples, the dark,
damp crevices of his armpits, where I explored the thick tufts of coarse,
dark hair, smelling of must, of fresh, horny sweat, and the aroma of my
lover man.
	Taking our time, as the moon climbed higher over the mountains, and
the stars turned a bit around the North Star, Mark took me down his belly,
and around his hips, his firm butt cheeks, and that special, private area
of his hole, his ball sack, and the soft line of skin that ran down the
center of his ball sack and back to his hole.  He took me across his ball
sack, hefting and caressing his nuts, feeling their weight, feeling the
pressure of his sperm, as it gathered under his balls, waiting to explode
once again through his throbbing, aching cock.
	He unwrapped a condom, his fingers shaking a bit with his lust,
and, together, we slowly unfolded it across the wide head of his manhood,
and down his silky, steel-hard shaft, to the thick tufts of hair nestling
his cock and curling across the top of his balls.  His breath deepened, and
then slowed, as we moved slowly, taking our time, building his lust, his
hunger.
	Finally, when Mark said that he was ready, ready now to take his
first man and to fuck me in my ass, I moved around, crouching, my thighs
spread wide, giving him my ass, opening myself wide for his sword to thrust
deep inside of me, to take me, to make me his lover, his mate, in every
sense.  I leaned forward, putting the weight of my shoulders, my chest,
onto my arms, open for Mark to mate with me now.
	He slid up against me, the only sound of our camp being his deep
breaths, and the far off cries of the occasional loon.  A coyote howled in
the distance, soon joined by the rest of the pack, the sound of their
sorrows and their power echoing off of the other mountains and the lake.
When they had finally quieted, Mark pushed up next to my naked butt, and I
felt the coarse hairs of his belly and his groin against the downy hair of
my naked ass, and the head from his rigid cock, warming the skin of my butt
crack, my balls, and my hole.
	I felt his hand, now touching his cock, guiding it towards me,
centering Mark's cockhead towards my hole, and, finally, against it.  Hard,
slippery, hot.  Mark breathed a deep breath, and then moved forward, his
manhood now beginning to enter me, to slip hard inside of me, until me made
me his mate, until his consummated his lust, his taking of me, for his
first time.
	His hands now moved up my back and around and under me, fondling
once again my fiery, hard tits, stroking the wet fur across my chest, and
finally resting on my shoulders.  His fingers gripped me, digging into the
muscles of my shoulders, as I felt him hard and needy, his hands now
reverberating with his lust, with the beginnings of the thrusts of his
hips, as he planted his cock deep inside of me.
	A breeze cooled my balls, swinging free now under my own hard cock,
and I felt Mark's furry balls swing against my own balls, his cock now
buried deep in my ass.  My chute gripped him tightly, my ass feeling his
hardness, his heat, and the wetness of him deep inside of me.
	Slowly, he began to push deep, then pull back, finding his rhythm,
beginning to climb to his own special mountain, and to reach his climax.
As he thrust, I could hear and feel his breath catch, the nerves of his
cock sending his brain jolts of that pleasure that a man only knows from
being inside another man, and I recognized the age old sounds of a man lost
in his mating, his gut-deep expression of his true manhood, his essence.
	With each thrust, with each swing of his balls against my own, I
felt him move a bit closer to the edge of his own cliff.  His belly rubbed
slowly over my ass, picking up speed with each thrust, with each moan that
escaped from his bearded mouth.  My mind's eye saw his hard, thrusting butt
push hard into me, his back muscles rippling, his thighs hard with need,
the dampness of his furry armpits glistening in the moonlight, his balls
dancing and swaying, as he took me by the side of the lake tonight.
	The moon bathed us with its bright light, our combined shadow
dancing next to us, a two headed creature, swaying and thrusting into
itself, moving to the soft rhythm of balls swaying and slapping wetly into
each other, of hairy belly pushing into hard butt cheeks, of hard fingers
gripping damply into my shoulders.
	The coyote howled again as Mark exploded deep inside of me, his
cock thrashing and his balls now hard up against my cheeks with his final
thrusts.  His gasps and moans, and his shout joining with the coyote, as
their combined cry sounded across the lake in the midnight stillness.
Again and again, his cock shot deep inside of me, until, with a deep sigh,
he slid out of me, exhausted, spent.  His strong, furry chest heaved, and
the sweat in the thick patch of curls between his hard nipples was shiny,
hot in the silver light.  He smelled rich, spicy, his manly sweat filling
my nostrils with his special smell of a strong man, a satisfied, spent
lover.
	Reaching over, I slid the rubber off of his still half hard cock,
his manhood slick with his jism.  A large dollop spilled from the spent
rubber onto his furry belly, and I scooped it up with my finger, and rubbed
it across his moustache and goatee.  I watched his seed clot onto his
whiskers, now shiny and glistening wet.  Mark breathed deeply, inhaling the
smell of his own seed, his own sweat, his own exhausted lust.
	Mark's hand gripped my still stiff cock, his hand hot and firm.  He
held me tight for a minute, as his mind came back from where he had gone
when his cock had exploded, until his breath calmed, his heart slowed.  He
sat up and slowly laid me down on the ground, taking my eager cock tenderly
into his cum-wettened mouth, his jism wetting my shaft.
	Slowly, ever so slowly, he swallowed me, until his beard tickled my
balls, his head buried deep into my crotch, his hand cupping my swollen,
hard balls.  He began his dance again, this time with his lips and his
tongue, and danced with me until I was thrashing and moaning across the
ground, sweat pouring from my furry pits and my hard chest.  And, all too
soon, I too, joined Mark in that electric jolt of white lightning that
hurled me off my own cliff of desire and lust.
       At last, I lay exhausted, spent, in Mark's muscled, furry arms,
listening to the beat of his heart, and the plaintive cry of a loon.

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