Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 10:52:00 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Guitar Lesson, Part 2

This story contains graphic descriptions of adult gay male to male sex.  If
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			   Guitar Lesson, Part 2

	After Bill had come in my mouth, his first time with a man, I held
him close, feeling his strong heart beating in his thick, hairy chest.  He
came over to my house to learn more about playing the guitar, and, breaking
down, he had talked about his loneliness, and his love for men.
	He had known I was gay, the only openly gay guy in the company, and
had wanted my advice on how to deal with his own sexuality.  He had felt he
could trust me, and he had admired me from afar for the last year.
	Now, we lay naked in each other's arms, lying on my bed, his
muscular arm tight around my shoulder.  I still tasted the last bits of his
spicy, yeasty cum in my mouth, after sucking him deep, feeling his thick
curly hair around his hard cock, as I took him hard, deep, and wet, his
balls rubbing against my goatee with each plunge of my eager mouth.
	I moved over to kiss him on his bearded lips, opening my mouth just
a bit, so that some of his own jism fell onto his tongue.
	"Taste yourself, Bill.  Taste your rich seed, your very essence of
manhood," I whispered, caressing his furry chest with my hand, tweaking his
thick, hard nipple again with my thumb and finger.
       His nipple stiffened, as I pulled on the thick swirl of hair
surrounding his nipple, feeling the heat rise from his still sweaty chest,
the thick carpet of his reddish and black pelt of chest fur soft, damp in
my fingers.
	Bill moaned with pleasure, breathing out my name, his eyes closed,
one arm now thrown over his eyes, baring his wet, furry armpit, its musky,
thick odor rising, filling my nostrils with his clean, horny scent.  My
cock began to rise again, turned on by this muscular, hairy lover now
sharing my bed.  I ran my fingers through his armpits, my fingers wettened
by his sweaty pits, and rubbed my fingers through his beard, across his
moustache, so he could smell his own clean, arousing smell.
	I moved down his furry body, my fingers now finding his thick cock,
lying across the fur of his crotch, finding its thick, wide head against
his hard thigh, the last of his jism oozing out of the tip of his foreskin.
I scooped up a glob of his cum, and then rubbed his own seed into his
thick, curly moustache, its yeasty, musty odor filling his nostrils with
more of his own masculine smell.
	Bill moaned again, inhaling deeply, and let out a deep sigh,
resonating through his large sculpted chest.
	"John, you've taught me so much, shared so much with me," he
whispered.  "How can I ever thank you for what you've done for me."
	"Well, you can thank me by fucking me in the ass, lover," I
laughed.  "I've wanted a good romp in the hay for a long time with you, and
I want your hard cock. I want to feel you cum deep inside of me, pounding
away in me, your hairy chest on top of me."
	I moved down his still damp body, and took his fat cock into my
mouth again, running my tongue inside of his foreskin, running under the
skin, feeling the heat and wetness of his cockhead, his wide piss slit,
tasting his manly seed again.  His manhood grew again, coming to life in my
hungry mouth, as I felt his blood surge into his shaft, filling him again
to his full size, his hardness now slick against my lips.  Cupping his
balls with my hand, I felt his nuts again, hard, full, his nut sack furry,
hot against my skin.
	Rolling Bill on top of me, I opened my thighs and splayed them over
his hard, muscular shoulders, holding his eager hips with my legs, pulling
his butt muscles closer to me, until the head of his cock rubbed hard
against my butt hole.  I grabbed another condom and tore it open with my
teeth, and reached under my lover's sweaty, furry groin, until my fingers
found his hard stalk.  I quickly rolled the latex down his thick shaft,
feeling his hot cock in my hands again, feeling his renewed lust rising in
his hard cock, and his balls, now firm underneath his cock.  The hairs of
his nut sack rubbed against my butt cheeks, as Bill entered me, his hips
pushing and my hands on his butt cheeks pulling him deep into me, until he
was all the way in, his balls rubbing hot against my ass.
	My bearded lover gasped and moaned, his hot breath strong against
my stubbled cheeks and goatee.  His eyes were closed, his entire being
focused on the sensations of his cockhead, as he entered me for the first
time, his first night as a lover of men.  Sweat dripped from his forehead,
down into his beard, and then dripping onto my face and the fur of my
chest.  Bill breathed deeply, filling his chest with the warm summer night
air, as he began his love dance.
	His hard nipples rubbed against the fur on my chest, our sweat
mingling, as he pushed into me, setting my entire body on fire, his hard
cock rubbing tight against my prostate, his thick bush and hard belly hard
against my once-again stiff manhood.  He pounded harder into me, his hips
finding their rhythm, his cock finding its path to its own climax, as his
chest and armpits broke out into a fresh, lusty sweat, his face and chest
now flushed with lust.
	"Oh, John, I'm gonna cum," my bearded lover whispered, his teeth
clenched with tension, his balls slapping loud, wet against my ass, with
each thrust of his butt.
	I grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands, pulling him harder,
tighter against me, into me, as Bill's regular thrustings broke into a
frenzy of thrusts and thrashings, until, with one final hard pounding of my
ass, he broke loose, shooting and exploding his second cumming, his balls
emptying their load deep inside of me, his cock a blur of motion as he shot
his load.
	His jets of cum and spasms of orgasmic ecstasy against my prostate
triggered my own release, as m cock emptied itself hard, shooting fountains
of my own jism onto our sweating, pounding bellies and chests, my cum
mixing roughly with our sweat, rubbed into our curly hair by the last of
our thrusts, until we were both coated with our sweat and our cum.
	Bill rolled off of me, exhausted, spent, his breath still coming in
ragged gasps, the last of his orgasm now fully draining his balls.  He
gripped me tight with his muscled arm, holding my wet, cum soaked chest
next to him, our breath slowly returning to normal.  The odor of our cum
and our sweat filled the room with the last of our drained lust.
	He turned to me, tears streaming down his face, soaking his beard.
I held him close, feeling his sobs deep against my chest, as my lover
experienced a new release, this one much deeper than when he shot his cum
deep inside of my ass, emptying his balls with his seed.  Now, he released
the stress of all of his emotions, the stress of living alone as a gay man
in a harsh, often unforgiving world.  With each sob, he opened the spigots
of his many years of his repressed sexuality, his stifled sexual needs.
	Slowly, between sobs and tears, he told me of his pain, his
loneliness, and the repression he felt from his family, from so called
friends who mocked and shunned him.  Finally, my chest soaked with his
tears of pain, his sobs eased, and he was able to talk without a voice
tight with emotion, and rage at the bigotry and hatred he had experienced.
	"I've never made love with a man before, John," he whispered.  "It
was more beautiful than I had ever imagined, ever hoped for."
	"You are a beautiful man, Bill," I replied.  "You're a very sexy
bear of a lover, and I've been lusting for you for a long time."
	Bill's stomach rumbled, filling the bedroom with a loud series of
deep notes.  The sound startled both of us, causing us to break out into
laughter.  Here we were, two naked men, two lovers who had just had a
serious emotional cry, now finding humor from the noise of an empty belly.
	"Well, we better feed that thing, before it gets angry enough to
eat us," I joked.  "I'm hungry, too."
	I pulled Bill into the shower, soaping him down and scrubbing his
furry body clean of the last of our lusty sweat and thick gobs of cum that
had turned to glue on our fur.  Bill grabbed the soap and began tenderly
washing me, exploring my body and feeling each crevice, bulge and thatch of
hair.  He began to laugh and play in the water, enjoying himself and
wearing nothing but a big grin as he rinsed the last of the suds from my
furry crotch.
	"God, this is fun," he laughed.  "I've never felt so relaxed, so at
ease with anyone before, John."
	"Well, Bill, you're a lot of fun, too, as well as a great fuck," I
replied.  "Now, let's get some food in us and then we can have another
lesson.  Guitar lesson, that is."
	"I'm hungry as a bear, John, and I'll take you up on that guitar
lesson," Bill chuckled.  "But, I'm hoping you'll give me another lesson
after we go to bed tonight.  You're a really good teacher."

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Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.