Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2012 00:46:39 -0700
From: Charles Wolfe <c.sportswolfe@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ultimate Man- Winter Break Chapter 6

I know I am a little behind on the whole four day posting but things came
up... I hope you enjoy it none the less. :-D


	Everything felt right in this moment; his body against mine, the
aura of the moonlight shining down upon us, the slight snowfall that
dropped over us as we kissed, it all felt perfect. We were both nude in the
hot tub, Michael's rugby body resting against the edge, by running Frisbee
body. Each kiss seems to grow our bond, the chill of the air nonexistent as
the steam rises off the bubbling water to encase us in its warmth.

	As I sit ass planted on his erect cock, my legs braced against the
underwater bench, I rub his hair back, the water dousing his wavy hair down
to his scalp. While I do like him more with his hair dry, the dampness
looks hot on him as well, the greaser look matching the spotted freckles on
his face. No words are being said at the moment, us just peering into each
other, the moonlight reflecting his love for me, the glow emulating our of
his blue pupils.

	Michael takes pleasure in the moment as well, allowing me to
straddle away from him but still hold my ass over his cock, my muscles
flexing around his pole as if the clench will hold me tight to his
body. Running his hands across my pecs, he stroke the nipples, the cold air
adding to the hardening factor, the sensation of each play astounding to my
body. Leaning back, I close my eyes and let the snow go down on my face as
Michael pulls me in. Kissing my exposed chest, he takes in my skin, kissing
each sector of my body as if it is an excavation; working the areas in a
methodical circular pattern.

	It feels so great to have him pull me in, the warmth of his hands
mixing with the water in such a way that the swirling of the pool masks the
traces of his fingers below water but the moment he rises above the limit,
the etching stencils into my skin love and compassion that only he could
do. Everyone has their own way of portraying their care for another person
and Michael right now is taking his own path, the fingertips of his hands
working around my shoulders.

	Opening up my eyes, I blink off the white fluff that had survived
the heat of the sauna, the flakes melting the instant they hit the open
air, either from the heat of our two perfectly meshed bodies or the
steaming hot tub. Given the emotions that were running at the moment, I am
banking on our body heat, every touch of our skin setting off new records
for high temperature liberation.

	Michael goes to suck on my left nipple, running his tongue round
the rim of the circle, drawing a lazy spiral till his wet lips wrap up the
tip, sucking the tender dimple into his mouth. Running my hands down his
neck, I rest them on his shoulders, rubbing them in a massaging manner,
allowing him to work his pleasure while I return the favor. Moving over to
my right nipple, Michael nibbles the tip, pulling the skin off from my
chest and into his mouth.

	Moaning out at the bliss I am receiving, I strain my body out of
the water, the cold not registering in my brain as I allow Michael to take
more of me in. He takes the cue as well, sucking harder and extending his
nibble into a playful bite, teething at the muscle the covers my breast. My
cock presses firmly against his chest, the one part of my body that does
not want to compete against the heat, it's fully erect stance shuddering
into his body with every kiss, tug, and bite he takes.

	With my ass resting at the waterline, Michael glides his hands
down, wrapping each of them around the flesh to help prop me up against
him. With a free left index finger, he snakes the digit nearer my hole,
flicking the sphincter to widen it up. After a few good flicks, he starts
running the line, crossing down my crack, putting pressure down into my
hole each time he passes the crevasse. Then he sticks it in; his finger
glides into my body slowly, but fully, the index pressing deep down my
track to where he has his hand flat against the ass.

	"Oh FUCK Michael!" I moan out as he makes the movement to start
widening my hole. Looking down at him, I notice an evil glint in his
expression, the knowledge dawning on me that he is planning to mount me. It
is too late though to react, as he slips the finger out and grips my ass,
lifting me up into the cold, brisk air. "MICHAEL!" I shout out as he stands
up fully, my legs wrapping around him to try and keep warm. My struggling
forces him to reconsider, him falling over to the other side of the tub, my
ass back under the warm comfort of the jet stream, the cold thawing off my
body.

	"What?" Michael asks playfully, him now on top of me, his hand
gliding out from behind my ass to my cock, stroking it as he rests at the
waterline. Moving in to my chest, he kisses the skin right where the water
meets, each peck spouting water at the same spot; a cute endeavor that
feels great at the moment.

	"You know what, you... you... you hot mess." I pull him up to me,
his hand ripping away to grab my hair, his cock riding mine as we
kiss. Taking a play out of his book, I slide out of the kiss and down to
the waterline, forcing him to arch his back as I kiss a line down to his
groin.

	With his hands gripping the edge, I start to slide underwater, my
fingers tracing his ass as I find his pipe, wrapping my mouth around it to
suck. Granted sucking a cock is hard underwater, I try to make it work,
having taken a long breath before the plunge. Swallowing what little water
was between his crown and my throat, I deep throat the sucker, wanting to
take it all in. Floating underwater, I envelope my face into his cock,
taking another long suck before having to return to the surface for air.

	Grabbing a quick breath, I return to the water, my tongue running
lines down the shaft, the jet stream blowing its own load against my face,
each pump against his body forcing me to receive six spurts of water
alongside my face, the feeling exhilarating. Michael starts to face fuck
me, rubbing his cock against my cheeks as I devil down and around his
sensitive zone. After a good thirty seconds under the water, I return to
air, taking in a huge breath.

	With me still on my knees in the water, I rest my head against his
chest. Lying there, I let him rub my hair as the snow continues to drop
around us. Michael whispers softly out to me as a cooing comes from the
woods, "We should head back inside soon. What do you think love?"

	Looking up to him, I nod my head, moving over to turn off the
heater. It might cause the water to freeze overnight but I am sure spending
tomorrow night inside will be no problem. Michael stands up, the water
dripping off his body down over me. His cock is flying high, and while I
want to just suck its full glory, I am rejected as Michael starts to
shiver, the cold already sapping his body.

	Standing up next to him, I press my warmth to his, then usher him
out. While the door is a mere ten feet away, it feels further, the
crunching of the snow beneath our feet causing us to shiver in
ice. Pressing up behind him, I share my body heat, rubbing him all over,
trying to keep him from going flaccid. It is a futile attempt as we both
shrivel up, our cocks retreating into our bodies in their effort to stay
warm.

	Moving inside, we head over to the couch. I shift to the fireplace,
starting up the gas flames to reignite our heat that Michael and I had
flowing between us. After a few clicks, the gas starts flowing and I move
over to Michael: him lying one leg against the wall of the couch, the other
resting on the floor.

	Kissing his thigh, I work my way up to his cock, working it back to
the full stiffness that was once glory and wonder. Michael just leans back
as I pump his station, milking out his juices with every drive I make down
and up. His release of a mutter moan informs me that he is enjoying the
process, every motion I make sending messages to his brain that his body is
on fire with excitement.

	Working in a circular motion, I slow my movements, applying the
force while twisting clockwise as I drive down, reversing the pattern
counterclockwise as I return to his head. My fingers work his hole,
returning the pleasure he granted me back in the pool. Widening his
sphincter millimeter by millimeter, I start to slip in my fingers, first my
index, then my middle to join it. The duo explores his anus, the tips
rubbing his inner muscles, the contractions of me sucking his cock
vibrating the walls of his insides.

	"Hey babe, do you wanna... bareback?" I release his cock from my
mouth as I toss the question to him, a serious question that we had not
covered yet. I was so in the moment I probably should have thought it over
a little more but it felt so right that my heart told me it was time.

	Michael looks down his body, the glimmer in his eye saying it
all. "Yes, but go slow since we have no lube." He informs me as he rubs my
hair romantically.

	I kiss down his groin, working to his balls then to his ass,
propping him up enough for my tongue to lube up. My fingers had done a
great job opening him up and with the assistance of my tongue; I hoped it
was going to be a smooth entry.

	Taking my cock, I take some of my saliva to lube it up, and then go
to insert it. Michael moans out as my tip presses against his cherry, the
pop about to occur any moment. His grip against the couch makes me worry
that it is not right, the friction of my body against his too much for him
to handle. After the gentle pop in, he collapses; his body mine for the
taking. I gently move up further, my cock traveling into him like a
locomotive into a dark tunnel, its light eager to find the end.

	With every movement I make up, he groans out in protest, the fiery
heat of friction causing an ecstatic twinge of pain against his
muscles. "OH Chris! Please... It hurts."

	Leaving my body in the position it is, I let him relax around my
cock, his muscles forming to the intruder that has invaded his body. "I'll
go slowly. I'm almost all the way in." I hush to him as I motion in
further, the few centimeters taken to finally reach balls deep. Being in
the position we are, him lying against the couch, me topping him with his
leg over my shoulder, I can't go as far in as I would have wanted but it is
enough for the both of us to reach a climax that we had not reached since
we first had sex. "There. I'm all in. I'm not going to move until you want
me to."

	Huffing slowly, Michael winces his eyes, his bodily lube starting
to flush against my cock. "Just... Take it... Slowly..." Reaching up, the
movement causes me to pull out a little but we kiss in such a fashion that
our lips make passion that matches the stars that dance out in the night
sky.

	Moving out a little further, I start to feel my precum act as its
own lube, the liquid spreading around my cock as I drive back in, slowly
but surely reaching back to the balls. Michael only looks up at me with a
fire in his eyes, the passion of me topping him sending an inferno of
nerves from his ass to his brain at such speeds that even his own brain is
unable to comprehend what all is going on.

	As I slowly pound his hole, I stroke him off, working my fingers
into a circular manner. Each touch of my tips to his cock works out precum,
the fluid working to smoothen out the stroking methods.

      I can tell he is getting close, the tightening of his ass around my
cock becoming more apparent with every drive I make in. The convulsions
start to increase, his interior anal muscles tightening further up, their
restrictions starting to flow down the track towards the
sphincter. Increasing my tempo, I feel my body rushing full of blood, the
urge to spread my seed in him so high. "OH god I'm going to cum Michael!"

      I cry out as I work him out, our explosions timed so perfectly that
when I blow my load up his ass he explodes over his chest. It is almost as
if my cum had traveled through some unknown pipeline, working through his
body to eject itself out of his own cock. He cries out as well, the feeling
of my warmth in his body sending him over the edge, each spurt of his cum
flying out over his chest.

      Remaining all the way in, I lean down to kiss him, wrapping my hands
behind his head to pull him up. Slowly, as we kiss, I start to pull out,
him biting on my lip as I pop the top out, my cum oozing out of his ass
down to the couch. Moving down to lie on him, I rest my cock against his,
as if it wanted to tell his staff of the journey I just made inside him.

      "That was... AMAZING." Michael sighs out as he relaxes into the
sofa. I smile over him as I rest against his body. Our bodies connect, the
cum already starting its solidifying process, an attempt to keep us from
never breaking apart.

      "I love you Michael." I whisper to him as we both start to nod off,
the pleasure overwhelming our bodies to the point of submission. As we
drift to sleep, the flicker of the gas flames dances back and forth, its
own hot orgy sparkling back and forth in the darkness.

*****

	Waking up on the couch, I felt Michael's soft breathing pressing me
up and down, our nude bodies still in the position from last night. My legs
were intertwined with his, my head resting against his left
shoulder. Flickering open my eyes, I look to see Michael is still asleep,
the cute gentle face of his slumbering in his dream world.

	Moving my hands out from behind his head, I gently make motions
down his body, taking note of every inch of flesh, my fingers running from
his armpits to his waist. His hands are holding me close to him, their
fingers interlaced together in an embracement. Attempting to move up
towards him a little more, I feel the crustiness of his cum holding me in
place, a sign of his bond to me that doesn't want to be broken.

	The solidified mess had spread about halfway up our chests,
completely incasing our bellybuttons. Not wanting to wake him with the
breaking of dry cum, I lie there and just look at him. His soft breaths are
so relaxing, so calming that I almost fall back asleep myself. Moving my
hands to his hair, I brush back some of the fluff, a haircut needed in his
future. He looked cute with the couch hair, a mess of tangled strands
interlacing back and forth to make a complicated web of locks.

	"Hey babe." A soft voice speaks out to me, Michael fluttering open
his eyes to look up at me. He shifts his weight under me, breaking the bond
slightly; the crack audible.

	I pull myself up to him more, completely breaking the cum, and kiss
him tenderly on the lips. "Good morning." I rest back down against his
neck, nipping enough to make him squirm.

	Michael chuckles at the touch of my lips to his neck, his laughing
bouncing me slightly on his chest. His rugby muscles flex at my impacts,
each time I fall flat against him the muscle tensing up to resist the
weight of my body. Resisting the urge to peck him further, I draw circles
on his nipples, speaking up to him as I play around, "We need to get going
if we want to have a full day of snow play."

	Michael leans his head back, caressing his fingers across my
head. "Well, yea. I would get up but I have a sexy beast lying across
me. It might get sad if I move from my spot." He plays around with my
curls; wrapping each one around his fingers like spirals.

	"Well this sexy beast also has plans of his own. Now come on, let's
get moving." I pat his chest and start to move off of him, taking note as
to where I press off of his body. Standing fully nude in front of him, I
make no effort to cover myself up, instead using my toned back body to
entice him to follow me.

	Michael rolls off the couch as well, his body rushing up to spoon
me as we walk up the stairs to the shower. "Shower then eat?" It was more
of comment than a question but Michael got the point as we headed into the
bathroom, me turning on the water to warm.

	Our shower together was great, each of us rubbing the other down,
taking note to clean up any crusts that might have clung on. It was great
to clean off, it felt even better to have someone help out, Michael taking
his time to make sure that each surface of my body is clean; kissing it
after the water had washed away the soap. While he kissed my neck from
behind, he performed a reach around, running the soap around my groin,
working a slight hard on from my cock.

	I couldn't help but laugh, knowing he was playing around with me,
teasing me along. "That's not fair." I giggled out, turning around and
pressing him up against the wall, grinding my lathered up cock against his,
spreading the suds over to his body. Kissing him softly, I move back under
the water to wash off the soap, and then move behind him to allow him to do
the same.

	Stepping out of the shower, I toss him a towel, using a spare to
dry myself off as well. I was surprised that I had not heard from Tay so,
while Michael cleaned himself up, I went to look for Tay, noting that his
room was empty. Moving into my room to get dressed, I tossed on some
clothes and headed down to the kitchen to find a note from him: "Hey went
on to board. I'll see you two later. Hope you enjoyed the night :-D" I took
from the last sentence that Tay had kind of moved on from last night, me
slightly hoping that patches were smoothed out.

*****

	The second day of snowboarding was a blast, Michael improving a lot
on his movement. The slopes were a little more crowded than yesterday, it
being a weekend and all. It was fun to zigzag my way through the newbies,
amusing myself whenever one would fall over in front of me. In a way
though, I felt bad for them seeing Michael in a few of them.

	I had always kept an eye out for Tay, looking for his crème pink
jacket, and a few times I swore I saw him but if it was him, he was so far
out that I was not able to make a complete match. It was not until noon
that I had actually seen him; Michael and I riding the gondola up to the
top, Tay having just got off trip up. He noticed the two of us riding
together and waved, and, in the process, almost wiped out.

	It was cute the way he waved, his attention diverted just long
enough to have someone fall in front of him and him not notice. I yelled
out to him and pointed at the fallen couple, and had he not been so focused
on the gondola, he would have hit them. After he recovered from his almost
accident, he watched Michael and I unload and then waited as we came up to
him.

	After hearing of his trips down, Michael politely disembarked,
leaving the two of us to talk alone. I opened up first, "Thanks for this
morning. I don't want to lose you as a friend and I know it might have been
hard. Tay, you mean too much to me." Hopping over to him, I hug him,
leaving him stunned for a few seconds.

	After I release him from my grip, Tay looks at me, then down the
hill to where Michael had gone. "He had better take care of you Chris. So
help me if he does what Kyle did, I will kill him. I swear. You really do
care for him and I hope that he cares for you to the same level." Tay
shifts around in his board, moving to start the ride down again. "Care to
join me for a ride?"

*****

	The entire day was a blast, me reconnecting to Tay over the rift
that had been created. It was hard for him when I was with Michael, Tay
having become the third wheel but I did my best to make it easy on
him. Given my history with Tay, at times Michael would become that third
wheel himself.

      That night, while Michael and I did sleep together, we were too tired
and sore to really have sex. It was still nice to spoon with my boyfriend,
but given our long day, we just wanted to relax and actually sleep in a
proper bed. Michael took the liberty of being my back buddy, grabbing me
and holding me close while his hard cock attempts to feebly enter me.

      Our last day was very relaxed, a few good runs in at the slopes
before heading back to the cabin to pack up. We wanted to get out before
sun down, and with the weekend ending, preferably before all the traffic
started piling out as well. As we drove down, the big topic in the car was
the upcoming Furry Convention.

      Michael apparently had grown a little more interested in it, me happy
that he could finally relate to Tay in a way. Tay tried his best to explain
more about what the fandom was but he wanted Michael to experience it first
hand, so that he could make a judgment on his own terms.

      While the enthusiasm levels varied in the car, the main consensus was
that come next Wednesday, we were all going to have fun.


Ahem... Well then... Now for the Further Confusion Furry Con? It will be a
blast! I might be a bit longer on posting but it is to do my best on
accurately portraying the fandom as best as possible.