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Mark Stevens
Brian and Jeff: Part 3
I woke up the next morning expecting to find Jeff's arms still wrapped around me as they were all night long. Instead, I was alone in the bed. I sat up, and as I did, the sheet fell away bringing my sticky cum smeared body into view. I looked down and saw lots of dry white specks scattered through my mat of chest hair. I looked down at my cock. It had dried cum smeared from the tip all the way down to my very sticky hairy base. I ran my fingers down my chest coming to a halt when they reached my bush. I love the feel of dried cum in my body hair. Especially when I know it got there from a good fucking. And I had fucked one good ass just a few hours ago.
I crawled out of bed, and standing to my feet, sniffed the air. I think I knew where Jeff was. I could smell bacon cooking. I stretched one more time and headed down the hall.
Coming into the kitchen, I discovered Jeff standing at the stove turning bacon over in a skillet. "Is that safe?" I asked. "I would hate for you to burn a certain muscle. I imagine that would be pretty painful."
Jeff turned and gave me a smile. "Morning, Babe," he greeted. "Sleep well?"
I gave a nod and said, "Yep, sure did, once someone finally decided to go to sleep and stop waving something hard and thick in front of my nose."
"Who, me?" he asked with a grin.
I gave Jeff a hug and a kiss. "Yeah, you, asshole," I said, stepping back.
"I didn't hear any complaints at the time."
"No, you didn't," I agreed.
Jeff turned the burner down on the stove and turned to face me. Looking down, he said, "Looks like he's not complaining now either."
I looked down and saw my cock standing up completely surrounded by my cum sprayed curls. "As you said earlier, `no complaints'."
Jeff dropped to his knees and took my cum smelling dick between inside his mouth. He worked his way down the hard shaft until his nose was buried in my forest.
"God, that feels so good," I moaned pushing all the way inside until I could feel the back of his throat with the tip of my dick.
As I fucked his face, I was amazed I was as hard as I was. Hell, I couldn't even remember how many times I'd cum since I arrived at Jeff's cabin. I had no idea just how many times he had made my toes curl. Shit, I didn't even care how many. He was doing it again, and that's all I fucking cared about.
I started fucking Jeff's mouth slow and easy, but it felt so good, and the thought of him eating my dick with all that dried cum on it, well, it got to me, made me so hot, that in a matter of minutes the results of his efforts were rewarded. He felt my cock explode and he had no choice but to take the huge load I shot across his tongue and into his throat. He kept on sucking until there was nothing left in me, and my balls were completely drained of their juice.
When Jeff stood up, I was met with his own hairy hard cock saluting me. I reached down for it, but he stepped away. "Let's eat breakfast," he said. "I want to wait for mine. I want to think about it while we're eating."
I looked at him doubtfully. "Are you sure?" I asked. "It's hardly fair, I got mine. You should get yours too."
"I'm fine," he said.
He scooped eggs, bacon and toast on my plate and handed it to me. "Here, eat," he ordered.
I took hold of his still hard cock. "That was my intention," I grinned.
"You'll get it, I promise. Now, take this."
I let go of his hard and now dripping cock and took the plate. "If you say so," I said. I walked over to the table and took a seat. I watched as Jeff joined me, sitting across the table from me.
As I ate the food on my plate, I couldn't keep from looking under the table from time to time. It was so hot looking there and seeing a hard cock surrounded by such a hot looking black bush. My cock started moving through my own tangled curls at the sight I saw under that table. I tried staying focused on the meal and the food I was trying to eat, but I just could not stay on task.
I finally pushed my plate aside. I had managed to eat a fair amount of food, but I decided enough was enough. I stood to my feet. Pushing the chair away from the table, I fell to my knees and crawled along the floor until my head was between Jeff's hairy legs. His leg hair started at his ankles and made its way up to his bush. There was absolutely no bare skin between ankle and crotch. I stuck my tongue out and started licking at his ankle. I slowly made my way up, the coarse black hair tickling as I headed for the real treasure.
As I tongued my way up, Jeff dropped his fork and started moaning. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked. "You just can't seem to stay on task, now can you?"
"You have a problem with what I'm doing?" I asked. I started traveling up his body once more with my tongue.
"If I did, it must have slipped away. I can't remember what it was."
I slowly made my way to his balls. When I found them with my chin, the dense hairy sack between those legs attacked it. My skin felt as if an army of soldiers attacked me. He was just that hairy. I slowly worked a ball inside my mouth, sucking gently, working my tongue so that it was driving him absolutely crazy. As I worked those cum filled balls over good, Jeff's hard cock kept slapping against my face, leaving drops of pre cum ever where.
I let go of his ball sac and said, "Still no complaints?"
Jeff let out another moan. "Fuck no," he groaned.
I started working my tongue once more. By now I was making a wet trail through those wonderfully cum filled black pubes, loving the taste of their sweet nectar. I reached finally up to one of his nipples, and then I started a second wet trail, returning once more to the prize before me. When I found it, I took the head inside my mouth. Wetting it good with my tongue, I then started licking it the same way I would a very tasty ice cream cone. However, this tasted a hell of a lot better than any ice cream cone I had ever licked.
I teased and licked that wonderful head until Jeff could hardly take it any longer. He wanted to bury himself ass far inside my wet mouth as he could. He kept trying to slide all the way inside, but each time he tried, I would pull back.
"Not yet," I teased. "I'm not ready to take you just yet."
Jeff moaned again, even calling me a few unmentionable names, but I still kept pulling away when he tried to bury his dick in my mouth. I returned to the underneath side of his hard shaft and worked my tongue up and down it for several minutes. More pre cum splattered on my face. I was getting him so worked up that for just a bit I thought he might even cum without any touching to his cock.
Finally I decided he had had enough, and besides, hell, I was ready for his cum too. After all, there's only just so much any decent human being can take before he's ready to receive the explosion he's helped to build up. I took the tip of his dick in my mouth, slowly made my way to its hairy base and started working up and down, taking it all in with each thrust of my mouth. Almost immediately Jeff's moans became louder, and in a really short time he shouted,
"I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "You're gonna get my hot load."
I felt his cock swell up even thicker than it was, felt it shiver and quake, and then I was hit was several hot thick creamy blasts of his man juice. I thought I was going to drown before he stopped shooting in my mouth. I kept on sucking until he was bone dry. (No pun intended)
I crawled up from between Jeff's legs. Smiling, I leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips. Part of his cum was still in my mouth, and I deposited it on his tongue, allowing him to taste his own cum.
He lapped his man juice up as he returned my kiss, and grinning, he said, "What am I going to do with you?" he asked with a grin.
"Oh, I think you will find all sorts of things to `do' with me as you put it," I told him.
"Well, right now, I think a good shower would do us both a world of good," he said, sniffing the air.
"Are getting a little ripe, aren't we?" I laughed.
Working together, we had the kitchen cleaned up in no time and hit the shower. And this time we actually showered and "stayed on task" as Jeff was so fond of saying. We managed to get squeaky clean without any "horse play" at all.
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That afternoon we decided on getting out and going for a drive. It was a typical summer afternoon in June, and it felt good to be out in the sun shine. As Jeff drove along the road heading into town, I sat beside him, quite content just being there, spending time with him.
Jeff turned and looked at me for a second. "You're awfully quiet," he said.
"Am I?"
"Something on your mind?" he asked.
I shook my head, saying, "Not really. I was just thinking how good it feels just being here, spending time together."
"It is nice, isn't it?"
I reached over and gave his leg a pat. "Very nice," I agreed.
"You ever wish we could spend more time together?" Jeff asked, suddenly sounding very serious.
"Of course I do," I told him.
"Maybe we can work on that," he said, his eyes returning to the road.
"I'd like that very much. Just not sure how we can manage, our situations being the way they are.
"Like I said, we'll just have to work on it. I've come to realize something." Without waiting for me to reply, he went on, saying, "Since you arrived yesterday afternoon I've come to realize just how much I have missed seeing you, and I've decided to try and work things out where we can spend a little more time together. Don't ask me how, yet, because I don't know. I am going to come up with a plan, though. You can count on it."
We soon came to the little town where Jeff did all his shopping while at his cabin, and we cruised through some of the shops, looking lots of things over, but buying very little. Most of the merchants knew Jeff quite well, and they all had something nice to say to him, mostly welcoming him back to town.
"They all seem like a nice friendly group of people here," I told him as we walked out of one of the stores.
"They are nice," he agreed. "Hell, I've been coming here over ten years, and most of these store owners were here when I arrived in town."
We spent the rest of the morning browsing around town. We hadn't brought much food with us, so after grabbing a burger at the local "burger joint", stopped in to pick a few things up at the super market. Our purchases made, we headed back for the cabin.
We quickly put our food away, grabbed a couple of beers and hit the deck. The deck at the back of Jeff's cabin was in the afternoon shade by this time, allowing us to enjoy the warm outside.
As we sat there drinking our drinks, we sat back, enjoying the outside sounds and the each other's company. It was so quiet and so peaceful it was hard to even imagine being back in the city working and fighting the regular routine normal living.
I took a sip from my bottle and said, "Wow, this could really get to be habit forming."
"What's that, Babe?" Jeff asked.
"This life here at your cabin," I answered.
"You're right about that," he agreed. "If I could get a good job here, I'd take it in a heart beat."
"Lots of people seem to make a living here," I pointed out.
He nodded. "You're right, they do." He stood to his feet. "And speaking of this place, have you noticed just how private it is around these parts?"
"Yes, I have. Your point is?"
Jeff sat his bottle on a table beside his chair. "I'm getting ready to make my point." Saying that, he reached for his shirt and pulled it up over his shoulders. He threw it to the floor. Next he tucked his thumbs inside the waist band of his shorts and slowly worked them down, dropping them to his feet. "My point is, it's private around here, and I think I'll make good use of the privacy. Care to join me?" he asked with a grin.
Jeff wasn't wearing any thing under his shorts, and as he stood there in front of me, the gentle breeze swept across his chest, causing the hair there to sway back and forth. It was a lovely sight, and I decided to join him immediately.
I tossed my shirt off, followed by dropping my shorts. Like Jeff, I was commando as well, and in a matter of seconds, we were both standing there on the deck, completely nude, with everything we had being teased by the wind.
We sat back down intending to enjoy our beer, but it wasn't long until Jeff reached over and planted a kiss on my mouth. As he leaned against me I felt his with thick curly chest hair mash against my own curly mat, and my cock rose immediately. I returned the kiss and felt his own cock rise up hard and thick between us.
As Jeff held me close to him, his fingers gently pulled at and played with my chest hair. Kissing me, his fingers started circling at the back of my head, and then made their way down my back. Pushing between me and the back of the couch, he took a cheek in each hand and gave them a squeeze. Then he took a finger and started for my hairy, sweaty crack. It slid along my hairy channel until it found my opening and then it disappeared inside the slick hole.
Jeff suddenly pulled back and stood up. "God, I need to fuck you," he said.
"I need your cock," I told him. "I need to feel you inside my hairy tight hole."
Jeff pulled out a drawer from the table by the couch and brought up a bottle of lube. He grinned as he walked back over, but didn't say a word.
"Wow, I'm impressed," I told him.
"I thought this might happen, so I stashed a bottle out here just in case."
This was going to be one of those times when you just fucked. There was no need to have foreplay of any sort, just hot, hard fucking. Jeff put a glob of lube in my crack, working it all up and inside my hairy opening. Then he took another glob and rubbed all over his cock, causing it to shine in the day light. Some of the lube went from the base of his cock into his cold black curly forest, causing it to glisten and sparkle.
"Get behind the couch," he told me.
I did as I was told, followed by Jeff and his very hard, very shinny dick. He bent me over the couch, bringing my ass up to stare at him.
"Fuck, this ass looks so hot," he told me.
I wiggled it and said, "Then fuck it," I told him. "Slide that thick hairy tool of yours inside my tight tunnel. Give me that hard rod, Babe."
That's all it took. I felt the tip of his dick kiss my opening, and then he plowed right on in, through the glob of lube, through the circle of brown hair around the hole, and finally, I felt him buried deep inside my ass, his black curls kissing my ass cheeks. I pushed as hard as I could, grinding all the more into that wonderful black forest.
"Get the fuck on," I ordered him, giving his cock a squeeze with my ass muscles.
And fuck me he did. God, did he ever fuck me! Right then and there, both of us bare assed, both of us bare back fucking. It was so fucking hot to be naked in the outside, that it made us both feel as if we were completely free of ever care in the world. For the moment all either one of us felt were one hard hairy cock and one wet slippery ass welcoming the sensational touch of the other. There were simply no other words to describe the feeling, the moment we were sharing.
Jeff pushed me harder and harder against the back of the patio couch as he continued fucking me with his fuck stick. With each thrust, I could feel his hard cock sliding in and out of my hole, feel his balls slamming my ass, and feel his thick wiry carpet grind and tease my ass each time they rubbed against it.
Jeff fucked and fucked my ass, making me feel like I was going to explode any minute. Suddenly I felt his cock swell up, and I knew he was getting ready to shoot his hot load deep inside my ass. He had done his job well, massaging my prostate so deeply that just as he shot his first load deep into my hole, my own dick started shooting its own creamy load. I wasn't even touching it. It shot on its own with no help from me.
"Oh, yes!" I shouted. "I'm cuming with you," I told him.
Jeff finished spraying his cum first, followed by my own dick coming to a halt. I had cum all in my ass, and cum on my chest and the floor. We had fuck juice every where.
Completely spent, Jeff lay against me, his hairy chest next to my back. We lay there several moments until we both started getting cramps. Jeff pulled out of me and stood up, as did I. He pulled me to him. "Love you," he told me.
"Love you, too. Guess we're ready for another shower, aren't we?"
He nodded. "Looks like it," he smiled.