Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2009 20:50:07 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Valentine's Day Morning

This story contains graphic descriptions of adult gay male to male sexual
activity.  If you are offended by this material, or it is illegal for you
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			  Valentine's Day Morning


	I thought I'd beat him to the punch, as I slipped out of bed,
trying not to stop on that one board that creaked in the hallway. The cold
morning gave me gooseflesh, even my balls rising up to escape the early
morning chill, as I sneaked, bare assed, into the living room. The house
was silent, as I slipped the little box of chocolate and the card out of
the plastic sack in my briefcase, and set my gifts on his chair, next to
where he always put his mug of coffee when we first got up.
	"Ah, at last, I'm able to get his Valentine's Day present ready
before he gets up," I thought.  He'd always beaten me to the punch with our
gifts for each other on Valentine's Day.  This year, I'd vowed to outsmart
him.
	I stopped by the bathroom, getting a big sense of relief, and then
crept silently back into the bedroom, avoiding that creaky old board one
more time.  Slowly, I slipped into bed, and gently pulled the covers over
me, my lover turned over on his side, breathing quietly.
	"Ah," I thought, "I didn't even wake him up."
	I laid there, feeling the chill of the morning slowly subside, as I
heated up my side of the bed again.  I drifted slowly back, almost asleep,
still enjoying my sense of victory in getting out his present before he
woke up.  Another breath, and I was about out, when rough fingers caressed
my cock, warm and tender, until my manhood was encased in his meaty fist.
One finger ran through the thick hair curled on top of my balls, raising my
new-found lust, as my world narrowed to his fist around my cock, and his
attention to my balls.
	His other hand ran across my chest, pinching and stroking my
nipples, and moved up to run through my bearded chin, then back down, this
time to join his other hand, as he cupped my balls, and jacked my rising
cock, until I was stiff, eager, and almost in pain, as my cum rose in my
balls.
	It all happened so quickly I had forgotten to breathe, taken aback
by his sudden attack on my cock.  No sense of foreplay here, as he quickly
found my triggers, raising my horniness from zero to sixty in half as many
seconds.
	A few more strokes of my now oozing cock, and he pushed off the
blanket, straddling me with his thick, hairy thighs, spreading his cheeks
as he loomed above me, his muscular, thickly furred chest pushing close to
my face, scraping coarsely against my nipples, now hard with lust.  With a
sudden thrust downward, he took my cock deep into his ass, plunging my
cockhead into and through his hole, until I was buried balls deep inside of
him, with a loud thunk, as his hairy butt cheeks pushed against the thick
matt of hair above my cock, his balls pushing against my own balls, his
chute gripping me hard, harder than his fist a moment ago.
	Quickly, he thrust up and down, my cock his piston, as he fell down
the full length of my sword and then pulled himself up quickly, almost
tearing free of me, almost pulling my cockhead free, and then down again,
resuming his attack on me.
	I gasped again, forgetting to breathe again, as my cock filled to
its bursting point with his invasion of my cock.  I looked up to see his
naked, bulging arms like pillars on each side of my shoulders, his massive
pecs bulging and bouncing a bit with each thrust of his hips.  His manly
smell filled my nostrils, mixed with new sweat wetting his thick, curly
haired pits.  If lust was a cologne, it would come from my lover's sweat
this morning, as he took me, hard, until I fought back, pushing my hips, my
cock deep into him, matching him, thrust for thrust.
	We banged hard against each other, the bed frame rattling against
the floor and the wall with each thrust of our hips, our clenched butts,
until, in a minute, or maybe it was two, I exploded inside of him, my balls
emptying, flooding his ass with my morning load of jism, sweat pouring from
my pits, my chest and underneath my drained balls.
	As I came, his cock spasmed and shook, and ropes of his thick seed
shot across my belly and sprayed gobs of cum across his chest, dripping,
splatting down into the thick curls matting my chest, soaking a nipple and
oozing into my wet armpit.
	Drained, I finally was able to breathe, and lay there, spent, air
again filling my lungs, as the stars began to fade from my eyelids.  I
looked up at him, his big grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and
pride.
	"I still gave you your present first."

Copyright 2009, Oregon Bear