Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:13:50 -0700
From: oregonbear9@gmail.com
Subject: Home For DInner

This story contains graphic descriptions of adult male to male gay
consensual sex.  If you are offended by this, or it is illegal for you to
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			      Home For Dinner

       When I arrived, the door was slightly ajar, and I could see him in
the kitchen, furiously hunched over the stove, stir-frying the vegetables.
Steam rose over the pan, and slightly fogged his face, his beard almost
invisible against his damp skin.  His shoulder muscles bulged, tanned hard
shapes silhouetted against his white athletic undershirt.

       	He didn?t hear me come in, as the cracklings and hissings of our
dinner, and the roar of the fan overhead covered my footsteps.  Only when I
set down my briefcase and my pile of books slapped the oak end table by the
couch did he pause to look up and shoot me a grin.

       	?Hi, there.  How was your day?? he sang, as he picked up a small
dish of shrimp to throw into the pan, causing yet another cloud of steam to
blur his rugged features.

       	?Well, its better now that I?m here and I see you cooking my
favorite meal,? I replied.

       	?Go jump in the shower and change your clothes.  Dinner will wait
and I want you to be relaxed and comfortable.  I want this to be a special
night,? he replied.  Steam from our dinner glistened on his face and a big
drop ran down his cheek, as he began humming one of his favorite songs.

       	Later, when he poured my second glass of white wine, and passed me
the rest of the garlic shrimp stirfry, he winked and flashed his famous
grin, big white teeth up against his bushy mustache.  He wiped his mouth,
and brushed his napkin against his beard, trying to smooth out the wild
curls of his ginger beard.

       	His beard was never easy to tame, and grew in wild swirls and hairs
stuck out at all angles.  Even if he trimmed it short, it never could be
described as neat and trim, so he usually let it run wild.  His mustache
grew into the heavy chin whiskers, and reddish blonde hairs sprouted out of
his reddish cheeks, and down his neck, merging into the heavy growth of
chest hair that coated his hard chest.

       	The reds in his beard highlighted his steel blue eyes, and his wild
hair matched the rest of his handsome hairy self.

       	One time, he trimmed the beard down to a neat mustache and goatee,
trying to make his sister happy with his appearance on her wedding day.
But, the next day, he let the stubble grow, and I never saw his naked jaw
line again.

       	He filled his glass a second time, too, and set the nearly empty
bottle on the table.  We both knew we?d break out a second bottle in a few
minutes, but he paused to take a breath and savor his fine meal.  He loved
white wines, and was quite an expert on them, sometimes visiting his former
business partner, who had retired to be a country gentleman, and ended up
developing a successful winery.

       	He leaned back, and put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes,
and breathed a big sigh of pleasure and contentment.  His bushy armpits
were damp with the heat of his culinary efforts, and the large curls of
vigorous manhood faded into the edges of his hairy chest, his nipples
poking into the still-damp athletic shirt.  His chest rose and fell
quietly, and we just looked into each other?s eyes.

       	In the quiet of the kitchen, only the clock sang its regular
rhythm, and Jake, the cat, purred quietly on his favorite seat by the
window.

       	?Kevin, you outdid yourself.  That was a great meal,? I said.  ?You
know, you are just an amazing man.  You?ve made my life unbelievably great.
I just couldn?t be happier.?

       	He grinned, and shrugged his bulky shoulders, putting his large,
calloused hands on the table.

       	?Well, you?re pretty wonderful yourself, big guy.  We?re quite a
team, you know,? he answered.

       	?How about finishing your glass out in the hot tub?  And, I?ve got
a special Pinot Gris for us.  John came by this afternoon with a few
bottles of his latest blending, and he thinks its his best effort yet,?
Kevin said.  ?We are the official review team for this year?s new wine.?

       	The hot water felt great on my sore back and neck, stiff from a day
at my desk, and the tensions of the morning staff meeting.  The week?s
tensions slipped away, and I felt the wine kick in another notch.  I closed
my eyes for a minute, just to appreciate the draining of the week?s stress.

       	A minute later, Kevin?s strong hands began to rub my foot, quickly
getting to the soreness and tension in my arch.  Soon, my foot had turned
into a soft rag, and the other foot begged to keep it company.  After both
feet were singing with joy, his calloused fingers began to ease the cramped
muscles in my calves.  Soft at first, then with firmness, his fingers
brought heaven to my legs, and I let my head fall deeper into the headrest
at the side of the tub.

       	The late summer air was cooling off just a bit, and the scent of
the jasmine and climbing roses joined with the quiet of the evening to make
my sigh with delight.  I opened my eyes a bit, and saw his curly chest hair
drain away the tub?s water, as he started to move towards me.  There was a
big grin on his face, as he moved into a crouch, the water beading on his
massive shoulders and strong hairy chest.

       	?Close your eyes, big boy.  You?r e in my hands, now.  This is your
time, so just relax,? he laughed.

       	Kevin?s rough hand touched my thigh, and I felt his other arm wrap
itself around my shoulders, as he pulled me gently next to his side.  His
tenderness joined with the warm water to take me to a deeper level of calm.

       	His whiskered chin and moustache caressed my earlobe, as his breath
began a slow rhythm in my ear.  Soon, his tongue flicked my earlobe and
moved down my cheek.  Our moustaches began to merge and his lips tenderly
kissed mine.

       	At the same time, one hand was marching northward, and set my thigh
on fire, its touch urgent, yet soft, loving.  His fingers began to cup my
balls, and my sack was soon climbing higher, as he rubbed and stroked my
balls.  Dancing through my hair, he circled my now rigid cock, and moved
closer, closer to its hardness.

       	Time stopped, yet I moved closer to needing relief, his fingers
keeping me on the edge, wanting relief, but wanting, too, the wait.

       	His other hand crept through my chest, touching and petting hair
and muscle and skin, soon finding my nipple, hungry for love and relief.
His lips and beard soon joined in, making my breath ragged, as I nearly
came.  And, he waited, playing more with my chest, my balls, and soon, my
cock.

       	My hand found his hard manhood, nestled in a great forest of thick,
coarse hair, part of his pelt that ran from his toes to his head.  He was
uncut, his great foreskin starting to slide back, exposing his large head,
turning from red to purple as he, too, became more excited, more filled
with lust.  His cock, so familiar to me, yet, every time my fingers
rejoicing in this great sex toy, this great phallus.  Kevin so eagerly
shared himself to me, and had given every aspect of himself to me.  I had
never known such a giving, such a free and open lover.

       	Soon, his balls were in my hand.  Their great weight and size
filling his sack with his essence.  There was a fullness in my grasp and
touching of his balls, as his sack and balls shifted as I explored their
familiar textures.  I felt his sperm building under his balls, as my finger
quietly ran up and down the seam of skin that ran from his balls to his
hole.  I lingered here, as this was Kevin?s favorite area of play for me.
He moaned in joy and his breath, too, began to become ragged and deep, his
orgasm building.  His heat warmed my fingers and palm, and the heat built
now not from the heat of the water, but from his lust, his urgent need for
release.

        His body was mostly tanned and hardened from his construction job
and his love of the outdoors, but his groin was softer, whiter, and easy to
my touch.  The deep creases between his thighs and groin, and the hairs of
his cockroot became a playground for my fingers.  We had rolled out of the
water, and were lying together on the deck and the towels we had thrown
down.  The soft terrycloth feel contrasting with his wet hairiness and the
silken skin of his hairy balls and stretched cockskin.

	My lips moved from his throat, down to his collarbone, and the
little hollows at the base of his neck.  I lingered here, gently nipping
and tugging at the hair at the start of his chest?s deep black pelt, a
place where his skin was soft and needful of love.  He began to sweat, and
I noticed not the deep, thick smell of a working man?s sweat on a summer?s
day, but the citrusy, hot smell of a man in lust, about to explode in a
thundering orgasm.

       My other hand found one of his reddish nips, and I moved over and
around it for some time, before I began to rub it as it quickly firmed up,
its erect tip begging for my mouth.  Such a need was quickly met, as my
moustache and tongue began to dance on that rigid nipple, as well as its
brother, who begged urgently for equal attention.  Soon, Kevin moaned his
appreciation.  His hairy chest began to move raggedly, and a bit of sweat
formed around his salty nipples, as I sucked his nipples and gently tugged
at the hairs swirling around his tits and the thick hair in the center of
his now damp chest.

       We stayed like this for what seemed forever, until Kevin?s mouth
soon found my cock, and he wetly slid along its length, pushing my foreskin
down, and exposing all of its head to the silken caresses of his tongue.
He was thorough and he was patient, and I could barely hold on without
answering his touch.

       When neither one of us could keep dancing with our tongues and
hands, and the fires consumed our balls, we came together, gasping for
breath as we soaked each other in our juices, and the smell of our sweat,
and our semen, and the summer evening roses on the deck mingled together.

       Kevin propped me up against his big chest, his big, leathery hand
clasping my shoulder, and pressed a cold, wet glass to my lips.

       ?Here, take a sip.  Tell me what you think of the new Pinot Gris??
he whispered, still a bit breathless from our lovemaking.

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