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Closed for Christmas, Part 2
After I had screwed Jake in the ass, his head and shoulders still pinned by the compressor motor in his store, and after he had shot his complete load into my hand, with me wiping his seed all over his hairy, sweaty chest, we caught our breath, and slipped on our jeans again.
My friend, the storekeeper, was still a bit flushed, as he began to recover from his climax, and my taking of his ass.
"That was incredible, Brad," Jake said, as he zipped up his jeans, stuffing his still half hard cock into the confines of his pants. "You really surprised me, but, I can't say I'm complaining. I've been thinking of your cock and you shoving your cock up my ass for quite some time."
Jake took me into the kitchen of his house, at the back of the store, and began to cook dinner. As we had just made love, it didn't seem like an imposition to take him up on his invitation to share Christmas Eve dinner with him. I began to slip my arms into my shirt, but Jake reached over and tugged my flannel winter shirt back off of my beefy arms, tossing the shirt onto the coat tree in the living room, next to my wool mackinaw jacket.
My new bearded, hairy lover insisted we dine bare chested.
"I've always admired your manly chest, Brad, and this gives me the chance to take a good look at you without your shirt," Jake said. "I just enjoy looking at all that curly fur, and your strong, well developed muscles. The view is a good appetizer, on more than one level."
I had to agree, as Jake was a well-built man himself, his strong muscles flexing as he took over the kitchen, the fur literally flying on his hairy torso as he started dinner.
Jake soon had a couple of steaks frying in a big cast iron skillet, along with some potatoes and onions. We dove into the feast, filling our bellies with Jake's expert cooking, until we both leaned back in our chairs, our stomachs now satisfied, along with our balls.
Jake put the dishes in the sink and went over to his amply stocked bar, and poured us both a healthy glass of whiskey and soda, and began to tell me the story of his growing awareness that he was gay, and the various traumas and stories of his youth. He realized he'd always been gay, and when he decided to tell his family, they all expressed their rage and disbelief, effectively kicking him out of the family.
He'd looked for work in a number of towns, and finally found this store for sale one day, and decided this would be a good place to live. He enjoyed the frenzy of activity during the fishing and boating seasons, and also the quiet of the winter. He found a lot of peace here, and was starting to make some friends among the locals.
"No one else has got, well, got so close to me as you, Brad," Jake chuckled, enjoying his joke about our recent lovemaking on the floor. "I liked that a lot, and I feel I need to return your kindnesses."
"Oh, but I insist, big boy," Jake replied. "It's my turn, now. I just need to have you follow my directions for a bit, and then we can get you off big time. It's going to be a cold, snowy night, and we both have the next two days off. I always close the store for a couple of days at Christmas, and, well, I want to make sure you enjoy my presents for you."
I had no other plans for Christmas, except being alone in my small house by the lake, and Jake's invitation had every attraction I needed for a good, enjoyable holiday.
Jake refreshed our drinks, and we talked a bit about Christmases past and our special delights over the holiday. Jake told me he'd been alone the last few Christmases, ever since he bought the store, but this year, he decided he wanted some company. He'd been thinking of inviting me over for a couple of weeks, but didn't have the courage to make that commitment to me.
He picked up the rest of the bottle of whiskey and grabbed my hand, leading me down the hall to what I was to discover was his bedroom. A pellet stove was fired up in one corner, and there was a large, king sized bed on the other side of the room. The ceiling was planks of rich knotty pine, with several large beams running the length of the room. From one beam, two ropes with pulleys hung from large wrought iron hooks screwed into the beam. At one end of each rope, there were cloth loops.
"Put your hands through these, Brad," Jake asked, moving my hands into the loops, the cloth tightening around my wrists as Jake moved a slip knot snuggly against my wrists. Before I could really think what I was getting myself into, Jake had pulled on the ropes, hoisting my wrists and my hands towards the ceiling, so that I was tied, helpless, my bare feet just barely flat on the floor.
"You had me held tight under that darn compressor motor, and had your way with me, Brad," Jake chuckled. "Now, I'm just returning the favor, and I'm gonna give you a dose of your own medicine."
Jake refreshed my glass of whiskey and soda, and ran its cold, sweating glass across my moustached lips, and down my neck, into my chest, rubbing off the beaded moisture on my curly chest hair, until he rubbed the ice cold glass against each of my nipples, the cold shrinking and tightening the tender flesh, sending waves of delight and pain up into my brain and down into my now tightening ball sack, my hole puckering just slightly at the contrast between the icy, sweaty class and the heat of the room on my naked chest, and the heat of the whiskey in my belly.
He held the glass to my lips, so that I could sip the whiskey. As I sipped, he ran one hand down my hairy, eager chest, until he cupped my balls and cock, still confined to my jeans, rubbing his thumb over my cockhead, his fingers exploring my balls, feeling their warmth, driving them to filling once again with my cum, until all I could think of was wanting to cum. Jake tipped the glass again, until all of the whiskey had slid down my throat, warming my belly and chest with its liquid fire.
My armpits, now stretched tight from the rope securing my wrists, dampened, both with nervous anticipation of what Jake was planning to do with me, and the lust and excitement of being taken by this big bear of a man, in his well-equipped bed chamber, as the winter storm moved in, gusts of wind driven snow beating on the roof above us, the only sound in the room coming from the flames in the stove, and my now labored breathing.
I could smell my own musty, slightly acrid smell, the smell of a day of work, the soap in my shower, and my lusty, thrusting sweat from taking Jake a couple of hours ago, his cum now dry on my furry chest, and a bit of my cum drying in my own cock fur, still damp against my jeans.
Jake stood before me, slowly rubbing his hands on his furry chest and belly, wiping his armpits with his fingers, then rubbing his sweat across my moustache and stubbled cheeks and chin.
"Smell me, lover. Take a good strong whiff," Jake whispered. "You're gonna be smelling a lot of me the next few days, and I want you to get real familiar with every part of me."
"I like my lovers bearded, you know. That moustache of yours is darned sexy, and I'm enjoying the feel of your thick stubbled face," Jake whispered. "I appreciate you not shaving this morning, and that stubble feels real good. But, I'm gonna insist you grow a full beard from now on. We're gonna have a lot of fun with that stubble as it grows out into real man fur."
He ran his hands slowly over my face, raising each whisker on my cheeks, jaw line, and chin, holding my face in his warm, tender hands, fully arousing each whisker, each nerve ending with his soft touch.
He slowly unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, pulling his pants slowly down a few inches, so I could see his belly hair thicken into the curls and pelt of his groin, his rippled abs flexing a bit, as he began to swivel his hips, moving himself suggestively to me, watching me watching him, watching my cock swell in my jeans.
Jake slowly unzipped his jeans, and pulled his pants down, displaying his thick, beefy cock, now hard, and bouncing against his strong belly, and his thick, furry balls, resting snugly against the root of his cock, tempting me with their manly thick hair and aroma of Jake's sexual hunger and power.
He stood naked before me, thrusting his hips slightly, his cock dancing, his strong chest flexing, his shoulders and arms naked in the light of the oil lamps he had lit, and the flickering of the fire against the pine planks lining the walls and ceiling.
"You're gonna want me again, Brad, Jake whispered. "But, I' m gonna take you for my own, before we're done here, tonight. You're gonna be begging me to cum."
He moved behind me, holding me next to his sweaty, hairy chest, tight against my back, so tight I could feel his heart beat against my ribs, as his hand moved down my belly, to play with my belt, pulling it tighter, drawing my belly in.
"Oh, I do like it tight," Jake whispered. "Tight and close."
His other hand moved up my belly and across my chest, pinching and pulling on each of my tits, until each nipple was hard, erect, and needy. He pulled on each of the ropes, pulling my arms up, raising me slightly off my heels, until I was standing mostly on the balls of my bare feet, my arm muscles pulled tight.
"Yeah, nice and tight," Jake whispered again, as he ran his hand down the front of my jeans, feeling the heat and swelling of my cock, rubbing the tip of my shrouded cockhead with his thumb, until a spot of wetness soaked through the cloth.
He slowly undid my belt, letting me fully breathe again, until the belt hung loose in his hands. My jeans slid a bit, down onto my butt, exposing a few inches of my butt crack to the warmth of the room, and several inches down my crotch, until the waist of my jeans stuck against the thick hair at the base of my cock, my swelling shaft now doing its part to keep my pants on, defeating Jake's effort to strip me naked, as I hung helpless against his attentions to my hungry flesh for more of Jake's touch.
I wondered what it would be like, to be taken as a sexual captive to this naked, horny storekeeper, who had obviously prepared for my bondage by hanging these strong ropes from the ceiling, and luring me into his bedroom for whatever he wanted to do with me this Christmas Eve. Sometimes, I'd thought about being tied, and having a lover have his way with me, but I'd always thought that was just a wild fantasy, never something that I would actually experience. Yet, tonight, as I hung from Jake's ropes, I felt a soothing sense of calm, and gentle anticipation, knowing that I was safe in his home, and that he would satisfy my every need, my every sexual desire tonight. And, my cock throbbed, anticipating what Jake would want from me tonight.
My bear lover kept fondling my chest, and exploring every part of my naked chest, pits, and back, and then slowly unzipped my jeans, poking his fingers into the furry nest of my crotch hair, running every curl through his fingers, and feeling the rough texture of my ball sack. He cupped my balls, and then rubbed each ball between his fingers and thumb, as my pants fell to my ankles, fully exposing my manhood to my lover, as I hung from the ropes, helpless to stop his groping of my family jewels, my now stiff, aching shaft and oozing cockhead.
Jake's feet pushed away my now rumpled jeans from around my feet, leaving me naked and helpless to his probing and curious fingers, and his hard cock, which pressed up against my bare ass, probing for my hole. Sweat began to drip from my arm pits, running down my ribs, into the fur of my belly and pooling in the dark, hairy crevices of my groin, my nostrils filled with my now nearly raunchy odor. My lover ran his finger through the thick jungle of one of my pits, soaking his finger with my sweat, and then rubbed my smelly juice through my moustache and my thick chin stubble, filling my nose with my own strong, manly, lusty odor.
He pushed my feet apart, loosening the ropes pulling on my arms, so that once again, I could put most of my weight on my feet, my legs now spread far apart, my lover still behind me, his breath soft against my neck, and face, his beard rubbing against my rough cheeks and jaw, as he licked my ear lobe, wetting it with his probing tongue. His hand moved around to my now naked, exposed cock, its tip pointing to my stubbled chin. Jake gripped me in his fist, and began to slowly, lazily jack me, moving my stretched foreskin up and around my sensitive tip, pre cum oozing steadily now from my piss slit.
My balls rose in their furry sack, as I started to moan, my breath becoming ragged, my cum building in my balls, my arm pits and chest breaking out into a thick, hot sweat, as I started to reach my point of no return. Jake moved his fist from my needy cock, and grasped my balls, pulling them down into the bottom of my hairy ball sack, bringing me down from my point of nearly cumming, until my cock ached and throbbed with desire, with my need to burst, to shoot my cum once again through my manhood, finding my release.
"Not so fast, big boy," Jake whispered, his thick moustache now next to my stubbled jaw, as he pulled my head back a bit, kissing me softly on my lips, tweaking my nipples with his other hand, holding me next to his furry chest.
My cock wilted, frustrated, my seed now pushed back down into my balls by Jake's grasp of my nuts, filling my groin with lust, with need to find my release. Sweat from my ripe pits still poured down my body, my lust still unsatisfied, unmet.
Jake walked over to a nearby table, and picked up some items. In the dim light, I could not tell what they were, my attention instead focused on my unreleased balls and my now aching arms, holding me upright in the warmth of Jake's chamber of love. I realized I hadn't really known what I was getting myself into tonight, yet I remained aroused at the attentions of my lover on my now totally stripped, fully explored naked body hanging from the ceiling by two tight ropes.
Jake returned to me, a small rope in his hands. He quickly bound my balls and cockroot in a series of loops and ties, until the rope held my balls tight against my groin, underneath my cock, my balls now tightly held in the bottom of my nut sack. I tried to squirm my hips away from his knot tying, only to find myself swinging helplessly from the ropes, my body easily pushed around and controlled by Jake's beefy hands and muscular arms.
He threw several more ropes up to the beam on the ceiling, easily catching several loops in the rope to some additional iron hooks in the beam, and attached what looked like a very loosely woven sling. With a few deft and quick pulls on his ropes and pulleys, I found myself neatly enclosed in a large hammock, my hands still held aloft, but my weight now supported along all of my back, yet still swinging in the air, at about the height of Jake's waist. He quickly tied new loops of cloth around my thighs just above my knees and pulled on several ropes, pulling my legs apart, so that my entire groin and butt were splayed open, as I swung bare assed and helpless, open to whatever mischief Jake had in mind.
"Now, the real fun of the evening begins, my friend," Jake whispered in my ear, as he ran his fingers through my sweaty moustache and my damp, bristly stubbled lower face, teasing my lips with his finger tip, and running a hand along my still wet arm pit, gently tugging on the curls of my pit hair.
"You're smelling a little riper, Brad. "I like that in my lovers. A ripe pit is so manly, I think, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do, Jake. But, you've make me a bit nervous here, what with all the ropes and such," I replied. I've, ...I've never done anything like this before."
"Well, you're in for a treat, big Brad, you big, husky soon to be a bearded man," Jake replied, as he took out a blindfold, tying it quickly behind my head, until I could see nothing but blackness.
"This will make it more enjoyable for you, Brad. I want you to concentrate on what I'm doing to your body. I want to have you feel everything with intensity, to be fully aware of each and every sensation," Jake said, running his finger again through my thick moustache, and across my stubbled cheeks and chin. "Mmmm, can't wait until that chin hair grows in. I love to feel a man's furry chin against my balls as he sucks me."
I felt Jake's meaty hands caress every inch of my hairy chest, fingering the curls of the thick pelt, pinching and stroking my nipples into each nub was stiff, wanting. He moved down to my hard cock and full balls, still tied by Jake's rope, snug against my cock root, holding my balls firmly in the bottom of my ball sack. He cupped my captive balls, rubbing his thumb through my curly ball hairs, and the thick matt of hair surrounding my cock, the warmth of his hand heating my lust to a new level.
My lover then slowly jacked my aching hard cock, moving the skin of my shaft up and down, the foreskin soft against my thick cock head, now lubricated by the steady oozing of my pre cum, sending jolts of pleasure down into my balls and the core of my groin, raising my lust to a new state of desire. He ran his fingers around my balls, lifting and fondling each one of them, fully exploring my most private, most intimate organs, holding my cock head in his fingers, gently stroking my cock tip, as my hips pushed high into his hands, hoping for my release.
I heard Jake move around to my exposed crotch, his hot thighs now pushing against my tender inner thighs, his coarse leg hair stimulating my skin, as he moved my legs farther apart, fully opening my hole and my tied balls to his every whim, my arms still wrapped in Jake's ropes, hooked into the ceiling, as I swung helplessly, naked, open to my hairy, horny lover. Still blindfolded, my nostrils took in my own lusty sweat rising from my wet armpits, and Jake's musty, horny sweat.
His fingers began to probe my hole, wetting me in some sort of oil, opening my rosebud to first one, then two fingers, as he reached up into my chute, oiling me and finding my hard, sensitive prostate. He began to stroke my needy, full gland, making my balls rise tight against their bindings, raising my cum, my cock now throbbing with every beat of my heart. The room was silent now, except for the beating of my heart in my now sweaty, panting chest, and the soft slurping sound of Jake wetting my hole, my hairy balls and my needy cock.
"Take me, Jake," I gasped. "Fill me up with your big cock, and let me cum."
Jake remained silent, but responded to my need by pushing what seemed like his hard cock up against my hole. Then, slowly, he pushed into me, sliding his fat cock head into my hole, sending waves of pleasure up my spine, filling my brain with images of a giant cock entering me, the cock of my hairy, manly bear lover.
Soon, I felt my body swaying at the end of the ropes that gripped my wrists and under my knees, my bare ass slipping wetly onto Jake's steely manhood, as I swung back and forth over his fat cock head, the wet slurps of the lube and our juices filling the room, the ropes softly creaking with the weight of my sweating, needing body, helplessly being fucked by Jake's stiff cock.
Jake barely pulled on my thighs, so that the swinging motion was just a few inches at a push. My horny brain now totally focused on the sensations of his cock stuffed into my ass, his shaft rubbing back and forth in my chute, and through my hole, until that became the only event in the world worth my thoughts.
Jake's other hand fondled my now near bursting balls, and oozing hard cock. His fingers dawdled around my seeping cock head, and he brought a large dollop of my precum up to my moustache, and rubbed it on my tongue, as I gasped for air, my climax now building towards its inevitable explosion.
"Taste yourself, Brad," Jake whispered, as his finger cradled the large taste of my juices, and smeared it onto my tongue. "Taste how wonderful you are, so virile, so potent, so manly."
I had never tasted my juices before, and the sensation raised my lust and my sense of exploding sexual power to a new height, all of my senses fully energized, as Jake began to slowly jack my cock with his fingers, now damp from my pre-cum that was dripping into the thick hair of my cockboat.
"It's time you saw what I'm doing to you," Jake whispered again, as he yanked off my blindfold, my eyes squinting in the suddenness of the light, even though the only light in the room were several oil lamps and the pellet stove, snapping and crackling in the corner. Before me stood a strong, hairy beast, covered with thick curls of black hair over his sweaty, glowing chest and heaving belly, his muscular arms reaching around one of my thighs to rock me slowly, the other hand grasping my hard, dripping cock and full balls.
Now, I had an image in my eyes to match the full thrusts of a fat cock in my ass, drumming into me with its insistent rhythm. And, what I saw fully taking me with his lust was far better than my imagination could create, now that I could see Jake before me, trying to split my naked ass in two, as he prepared to rock his manhood in and out of my hungry hole.
My bearded laughing lover, thrusting his hips into my ass, was naked, except for a large red and white Santa hat on his hairy head. His face was lit up with his big smile, as he looked down on me, naked, tied, and fucked, a captive in his bedroom.
"Merry Christmas, Brad," Jake chuckled, his muscular pecs and shoulders flexing in rhythm with the fucking motion of his hips, as he started to penetrate me, taking me as his lover this Christmas night.
"Merry Christmas to you, Santa," I responded, laughing at the thought of being screwed by Santa, being given the gift of Santa's cock, as Santa filled my Christmas wish list with every thrust of his muscular, thrusting hips and fat cock.
Jake reached around to the side of my swollen balls and slowly, finally untied the rope that had secured my shaft and balls for what had seemed the entire evening, finally freeing me to cum, to find my release, as he kept me rocking back and forth, my ass speared by his mighty love muscle, filling me again and again, as he pumped me.
"I've always enjoyed untying the ribbons on the packages at Christmas," Jake panted, as he grinned down at me, his face now sweaty with his efforts, his entire body now fully enflamed in his rhythm, as he steadily screwed me with his hot, slippery cock.
I could see the skin underneath Jake's furry, sweat covered chest begin to flush a rich reddish color, and his cock began to expand inside of me, pushing firmly against my chute, to even a greater diameter, his breath now coming in ragged gasps, as Jake reached his climax. In a second, I felt his cock explode in me, shooting spurt after spurt of his seed deep inside of me, his pistoning rhythm now slowing to an occasional deep thrust, as the last of his cum shot from his balls, through his spasming cock.
As his last spurt of jism shot through his cock, Jake pushed his thumb deep into the hairy skin between my churning balls and my penetrated hole, triggering my own explosion, as his other hand gripped my shaft, pumping me hard, sending a large splash of my seed high into the air over my own heaving belly and chest, until my chest and belly were drenched in six or seven hosings of my jism, mingling with my sweat, and dripping down my ribs and into the soaked crevices of my armpits.
Fully drained, we both gasped, trying to regain our breath, as Jake released the ropes from their pulleys, gently lowering me to the floor, and freeing my arms and legs from their captivity, as Jake leaned over me, rubbing his fur into the cum soaked fur on my belly and chest. His now exhausted cock, its rubbery shroud now filled with his own seed, lay hot and limp against my drained balls, its contents now oozing into my thick hair of my crotch and ball sack.
As we lay there on the floor, Jake held me close to him, his strong arm around my shoulders, my head cradled against his hard, muscular shoulder, my stubbled face against his wet, hairy chest. I felt his warmth against my cheek, and listened to the strong throbs of his heart. The rich, nearly fetid smells of his armpits and his chest, a combination of his manly sweat, spent lust, and drying cum filled my nostrils, evoking memories of past lovemaking, and fantasies I had never could hope would be fulfilled, until tonight.
We slowly unpeeled our cum soaked selves from each other's furry, cum wet bodies, and ambled over to the bottle of whiskey, where my new lover poured each of us a sip of Christmas cheer. We looked out the window at the lake in the moonlight, as church bells rang in the distance.
"It seems that Christmas has also cum, partner."
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear