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A Day At The Lake, Part 2
The thunderstorm that had chased us off the lake, and ended our afternoon of fishing, crashed and boomed all around the cabin and the lake. Sudden torrents of rain swept in, drenching the beach and pounding on the shake roof, pouring into the powdery dirt by the cabin. The smell of fresh ozone, newly dampened dust, and pine trees filled the air.
Jim was busy cupping my balls and jacking my cock, and had nearly brought me to a quick eruption. He was busy playing all over my naked body, and I was firmly pressed against his bare, hairy chest, surrounded by his muscled arms.
I'd asked Jim to shuck his pants, and he slowly stood up, pushing me off of his lap. His large hand dropped away from my cock and balls, and his chest hair rubbed against my back and shoulder as he rose.
"Help me outta these pants, Mike," he said.
I turned around to face him, my cock hard and pointed to the sky. Jim looked into my eyes and grinned. He looked down at my stiff, dripping cock, its foreskin bunched under the rim of its purplish head.
"You've got a mighty weapon, there, my friend. I can't wait to get back to it," he said. "Looks good enough to eat."
Jim put his muscled arms up and locked his hands behind his bushy head, his pits damp and thick with heavy black hair. He thrust his groin towards me, the bulge in his pants aimed at my crotch. I reached over to his belt, and began to pull the leather belt end out of the pants loops, and worked the belt buckle loose.
His pants sagged down a bit, showing even more of his hairy belly and the start of his thick pelt of pubic hair. And, I reached over with both hands to undo the top button. The heat of his belly heated my fingers, and the course hair of his belly and bush chafed my hands. Jim kept thrusting his hips forward and back, and the lump in his pants still pointed at my hard cock.
The next few buttons opened easier, and I could see even more hair, and then his thick cockmeat sprang through the opening, tossing precum into the air and into his hair. Its giant head glistened in the late afternoon light, and its reddish head poked through the foreskin, which had moved off of the head onto the top of the shaft.
His cock spit and jerked, in part to his heart beat and in part to the thrusting of his hips. His pants slid down a bit more, and his large, hairy balls danced into the open air. I could smell his strong male scent of ball sweat, confined crotch, and the accumulated sweat of his pits and chest, after an afternoon of fishing in the hot late summer sun.
His pants slid slowly down his strong, hairy thighs and calves, and his gently kicked them off to the side. He moved his feet apart, and thrust his massive manhood towards me, showing me his ready equipment. Naked, he thrust his muscled chest out, and flexed his biceps and buttocks, his muscular abs rippling in his dance for me. He grinned through his salt and pepper beard and bristly moustache that drooped down over his lip.
I stood there in awe. I'd never seen such a sight of horny, ready maleness, his sexual hunger brazenly displayed for me, his lover. Jim was proud of his body, and proud of his sexual lust and readiness.
He looked into my eyes again, licking his lips, and whispered, "Come closer, my lover. Its time we got to know each other a little better."
I took a step forward, my cock leading the way, and moved into his chest and hips, until our bare chests touched, hairs rubbing and interlocking, hard nipples rubbing against hair and muscle. Our cocks touched and bounced off of each other, and balls rubbed on balls. Jim wrapped his corded arms around me, and embraced me in a bear hug. His lips found mine, and our moustaches rubbed together, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.
I had forgotten to breathe, and Jim finally pushed me away and I gasped. The air was filled with his manly scent and our sexual juices. He pushed me gently over to the nearby bench on the side of the cabin, he turned me around, and I soon was again sitting on his lap. The bench was a wide plank of fir, about three feet wide and six feet long, and strong enough to take our weight.
Again, I felt his strong chest and thick hair against my bare back, and his beard and moustache soon brushed against my neck and my face, rubbing my beard with his soft, bushy beard.
Jim had pulled me high against his hips, as he leaned back into the bench, so that my butt was high against his bush. His hard cock stood up to the side of my balls, and I felt his pulsing manhood against my sac. His bristly bush rubbed against the inner sides of my butt and against my hole, and my movements brought tingles of pleasure between my sac and hole.
He reached around me with both of his arms, now with two hands on my thighs, and then my balls and my cock. He took my hand and slowly brought it down to my hip, and then to his cock.
"Touch me, Mike. Make love to me," Jim whispered deeply.
I was wrapped in his hard arms, and up against his strong, hairy chest. His hands were playing with my cock and balls, and he had given me his manhood to touch. I wanted to cum in his arms, but I didn't want these overwhelming feelings to end.
Slowly at first, I reached out to his cock, feeling its silky layers of skin, its damp head, the dimple of its piss slit, and the brushes of skin against skin, as I began to jack his soft skin against the hard shaft and head. He began to moan, in time with my rhythm, and I could feel his breath quicken, and deepen.
Jim's hands resumed their fondling of my jewels and cock, and soon, both of his hands were clasped around my cock, and my hips began to dance in hunger, anticipating my climax. With every jerk of my hips,Jim's bush tickled my butt, my hole, and caused his cock to move even further in my hand.
Our movements soon meshed into a new song of lust, and our hips began to rock together, as we climbed higher and higher. We breathed together, and the scent of our sweat, and our cock juices grew more pungent, as we moved.
I began to lose my attention with Jim's cock, as my balls raised higher, against my groin, and my cock begged for release. My armpits and chest flooded with new sweat, and I gasped again in ecstasy. I could feel my cum move up from my balls and up into my cock, until I burst, pulsing with all my manhood, my eyes filled with white light. Again, and again, Jim pumped my throbbing cock, and I sent streams of cum out onto my hairy belly and chest.
As I started to cum, Jim began to cum, too, and his steel manhood vibrated in my hand, as his cum shot onto my belly and chest and onto my face.
The only sound on the porch was our gasps and pants, as we both came back from our releases. My hand still grasped his large cock, and I felt it began to lose its steeliness, and return to its silky softness, its tip oozing cum onto my fingers.
Jim moved one hand onto my belly and gently rubbed both of our streams of cum into my hair. He scooped up a fingerful of cum and brought it to my lips.
"Taste yourself, partner. And, taste me. Taste the nectar of the gods" he whispered.
I licked his finger, and, for the first time, tasted my salty essence. I nodded with appreciation, still lost in my orgasmic reverie, and unable to find words to speak.
We lay there, in Jim's arms, for a few minutes, as the thunder storm finally moved away from the lake, and the late afternoon sun began to light up the water, turning its black waves into lines of soft gold. The air smelled fresh, sweet.
Jim gently rubbed my nipples, and cupped my balls once again. He did so, lazily, and I lay there simply enjoying the tenderness of his touch, and the echoing of our lovemaking. I reached down and cupped his furry balls, feeling their warmth and furriness, feeling their new relaxation. His cock oozed more cum onto my hand, and I brought my fingers to my nose, to smell his essence.
"Your cum smells rich, and fruity, Jim. I've never smelled anything like it before," I said.
"Oh, Jim, this is wonderful. You don't know how much I've wanted this, how long I've thought about us....together. "
Jim murmured in agreement, and hugged me again, running his fingers along my side, pulling my head softly into his beard.
"I've wanted you like this for a long, long time, Mike. And, I know you did, too. I was hoping this trip would be the time we'd make love, when we could both have what we've been wanting for a long time," Jim said.
Jim began to stir, and I heard his stomach grumble.
"I bet you're thinking of some dinner, Jim," I said.
"Well, yeah, but that's later. I think its time we took a shower now, together. There's more I want you to learn, partner, more about real man love," Mike said, as he pushed me up and then grabbed my hand, moving into the cabin towards the shower.
Copyright 2008 OregonBear 9