Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2009 10:17:51 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: The Men of the Mountain Inn, Part 3

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		    The Men of the Mountain Inn, Part 3


	After our time in the sauna and the snow ball fight, and our long
hour of lovemaking in Hank's big bed, we finally cleaned up and took a
brief tour of the inn, making sure last night's blizzard didn't cause any
damage to the century old building.  Another squall moved in during the
morning, dumping another four inches of snow, making sure no one would be
coming up the road the rest of the day.
	I grabbed my writing tablet and the rough drafts of my writings and
curled up by the fire in the great hall, and began to make some revisions.
The place was quiet, only the crackling of the fire providing me a nice
background to my thoughts, as I wrote.
	Jake settled in at a nearby table, soon lost in his own writing,
and I glanced over occasionally, watching him work, the bright, snow lit
light streaming through the big window overlooking the valley glinting on
his goatee, and the tufts of silky hair covering his chest, poking out of
his flannel shirt.  My cock stirred a bit, as I thought back at the
morning's lust-filled session in the sauna, my ass still feeling the thick,
wet cock of this handsome rancher, as he moaned and thrust deep into me,
until he filled me with a thick spurt of his seed.  My ass cheeks still
tingled with the feel of his hairy, hard body against me, while Hank sucked
my cock deep into his mouth.  My two lovers taking me completely, until I
came hard inside of Hank, and, at the same time, Jake filling my ass with
jism.
	Soon, I was lost in my work, fully absorbed, until I felt the
nearness of a large figure that blocked some of the light coming through
the window.  I looked up, seeing Jake standing in front of me, a glass of
whiskey and soda on the rocks in his hand.
	"Time for a break, Tom," he said. "You've been working there for
about two hours, and you need a drink."
	Grinning, I took the offered glass out of his hand, and we clinked
our glasses together, the whiskey feeling cold and smooth across my tongue,
the rich meld of flavors tasting earthy and almost sweet, smoothed a bit by
the soda.
	"Cheers," I replied.  I looked into his deep steel blue eyes, warm
and inviting, his lips moved into a smile, behind his thick goatee and
moustache.  Here was a man I could grow to love and treasure.  Handsome, in
a rugged way.  His kindness and tenderness seen in the tanned face, and his
warm smile.
	We sipped our drinks, lapsing into silence, as we looked out across
the valley at the trees, heavy with snow, and the drifts of snow filling
the road and blanketing the yard and the parking lot with fluffy prisms of
ice, glinting in the brief stretch of sunshine, in between bands of heavy
clouds that kept moving in.
	Jake set his now empty glass down on the window ledge and moved
close to me, taking my glass out of my hand and pulling me into his arms.
He held me close, and I felt his warmth through his shirt and against me,
his breath warm, and whiskey tainted.
	"Time for you and me to get to know each other a little better," he
whispered.  "Just you and me now.  We need our own time."
	He kissed me softly, his goatee rubbing into my beard, his whiskers
soft and curly against me.  I could smell his spicy, earthy smell rising
from his armpits, mixed with the whiskey, and a bit of the smoke from the
fire.  The great room was quiet, and his warmth and closeness gave a jolt
to my already rising cock, tight now in my jeans.  His own crotch was
pushing against my cock, and I could feel his own heat, his own hardness
through the cloth.
	Without really thinking, I realized I wanted this man and I wanted
to make love to him.  I'd never felt so free to be with someone I hadn't
really known before, but with Jake, it was like we'd known each other
forever, the first time I'd seen him.
	Jake ran one of his large hands down the back of my shirt, tight
against the muscles along my spine, and down to my ass, where he stroked
and gripped my cheeks, pulling me tighter against him, our cocks now pushed
against each other.  He pulled the cloth of my shirt up, until the shirt
tail was out, loose around my waist.  His hand moved up again, underneath
my shirt, and over my back, soft and gentle.  His fingers were warm as he
explored the skin of my back, and then, moving down, his hand came between
us, firm against my jeans, as he felt my growing cock and my now hungry
balls.  His heat raised my own temperature, my brain now only thinking of
our coupling, of making love to this handsome cowboy man.
	Trembling, I began to slowly unbutton Jake's shirt, feeling the
coarse hairs of his chest between my fingers, and his heat, as I opened the
shirt, one button at a time, his smell rising a bit in my nose, with every
opened button.  I pulled his shirt off of his hard, thick shoulders,
watching his hard, hairy pecs and his tender, sweet nipples appear, as the
shirt fell to the floor.  My eyes took in the swirls of black and gray
hair, that danced across his chest and his firm belly, and under his arms,
and the whiskers of his chin and moustache, and the stubble that covered
his tanned cheeks and firm jaw.
	My hands followed my eyes, as I explored every inch of his naked
chest and shoulders, playing with his hairs, and stroking and fondling his
tender nipples.  He sighed, his eyes closing with pleasure, as I ran my
thumb across his nipple, and stroked the thick tufts of fur surrounding the
pink, hard nubs.
	I ran my fingers down his belly, to his waist, and below, cupping
his balls and feeling the hardness of his cock, then moving to free his
belt from his pants, so that I could strip him naked and take him right
there.  I wanted him so badly, to feel his thick, hard, wet cock in my
mouth, to feel the pulse of his blood as I pushed down on him, filling my
hungry mouth with his manhood, feeling his heat, his need to explode.  I
wanted to feel the thick hair around his balls in my beard, as I sucked his
cock, raising his cum and draining his balls, wanting to hear him moan and
cry again, as he came deep inside of me.
	His belt soon gave away and I quickly unzipped his jeans, exposing
the soft fabric of his shorts, and the damp heat rising from where his cock
was pushing hard against the cloth, a rich, wet spot marking the tip of his
cock.  In a moment, he stood naked before me, his thick cock hard, pushing
away from the thick pelt of hair filling his crotch and covering his balls,
his naked butt cheeks and firm belly and strong chest standing before me,
naked, bare, and open to my mouth and my eager fingers.
	The clouds broke a bit, and sunlight streamed into the room, bright
and hard against the hair on his face and his chest, and shining bright on
his stiff cock and fat, cum-filled balls.  I had to blink a bit, the light
being so strong, as he stood before me, waiting for me to take him.
	Jake pulled me close to him, kissing me hard, pushing his tongue
deep into my mouth.  He sucked and pulled on my tongue, gripping my ass
cheek with one hand, and running his other hand up my shirt, fondling and
stroking my nipples through the cloth, until jolts of lust moved across my
chest and into my brain.
	I wanted this man so bad now, as if I hadn't been with anyone for
years.  Now, even after making love with Jake last night, and our three way
romp this morning, I felt my balls now full of cum, my cock eager to
explode.  I'd never been this horny, this fulfilled and never felt so
satisfied and drained, yet wanting to make love again and again.  My whole
being now seemed to exist only for lovemaking, for being taken and to take
another man, another two men.  I couldn't get enough and I didn't want it
to stop.
	Slowly, Jake began to unbutton my flannel shirt, pulling at the
buttons, giving a bit of air to my now damp chest, and my wet armpits.  He
pulled and stroked at my hair, feeling the heat in the thickest part of my
fur, between my nipples, now thick with my lustful sweat.  My heart beat
hard in my chest, and I could feel my blood run fast, pulsing in the fiery
end of my cock, with every beat.  Now, Jake's wet, hot mouth was sucking at
my nipples, my shirt somewhere on the wood floor of the lodge, as his hands
pulled and yanked at my belt and my jeans.  Quickly, he stripped me of my
pants and my boxers, until I stood before him, bare assed, hard, and
hungry.
	His hands, his chest, his furry crotch and his hard, urgent manhood
were hard and warm against me, taking me into his arms until he was
everywhere with me and I was everywhere with him, until we became a two
headed beast, with four arms and four legs and two cocks buried deep into
wet, bearded mouths.  We held nothing back, we became lost in our lust, as
we stroked and pushed and sucked, and fondled and gripped and fucked; until
we became one, riding hard with each other, finding our rhythm, losing any
sense of time or place; until we moved and fucked as one.
	I could feel our rhythm, hips and shoulders and cocks finding our
song, his cock filling my mouth and his thick hair mashed hard and wet
against my beard, soon mixing with him long shots of jism exploding from
the wide, hot head of his cock, filling my mouth and spilling out into my
beard and his crotch, smearing my lips and his crotch with his cum, filling
my nostrils with the rich, yeasty stench of his seed.
	And, at the same time, my own cock exploded deep inside of him,
setting fire to my balls and my crotch and my chest and my whole being, as
I came, again and again, inside of his wet, hungry mouth, his hands digging
hard into my ass as I tensed and shot and tense and shot again and again,
until I lay exhausted and spent in his arms.  Our sweat mingled and
dripped, dripping out of our furry pits down our chests and into each
other, mixing with our cum and the faint smoke from the burning fir and
cedar in the fireplace.  The deep baritone of my heart beat finally calmed,
the blood no longer pounding in my ears and in my cock, and I heard Jake
breathe deep and let out a contented sigh.
	I opened my eyes, watching yet another squall moving in, thick
flakes swirling in the sky and flying past the window.
	"Looks like we're gonna be snowed in for quite a while.  Good thing
we have a lot of things to do today."

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