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Closed for Christmas, Part 4
Jake adjusted the water, and pulled me gently into the shower, and began to gently scrub my hairy chest and belly, still matted with our loads of cum from the early morning blow jobs we had enjoyed in his king sized bed. It was Christmas morning, and I had awakened Jake by running my hungry tongue around his flaccid cock, soon bringing his tool to its full height above his furry balls, and his lean, rippled belly muscles, covered with curls of his thick, coarse fur.
We soaped each other up, Jake lathering my hair, and gently washing my thick moustache and stubbled cheeks and jaws. He had insisted I grow a beard this Christmas holiday, and I savored his attention to my newly stubbled face, as he washed out the dried cum that had dripped down on my whiskery chin, after Jake had cum in my mouth. I could still taste him, my lips remembering the strong pulses of his cock, as he filled my mouth with another load of his seed, his hips thrusting against my face, the coarse hair of his crotch rubbing against the beginnings of my beard.
"Your beard's coming along just fine, Brad," Jake whispered in my ear, as his hand began lathering my balls and my still nearly vibrating cock, exhausted from its explosion in Jake's hot, lusty mouth. "You're going to be nice and hairy real soon."
We explored each other's muscular bodies, as the hot water cascaded over our shoulders and chests, washing away the lather, our skin now flushed from the hot water and the rough scrubbing from the bristly brush that Jake used all over my body. In turn, I took the brush and gave my lover a thorough scrubbing; rubbing the bristly brush hard over his hairy, lean body.
We toweled each other dry, and, once again, I held Jake's hefty balls and uncut cock, feeling their weight, and heat of his manhood. He gave me a pair of red lounging pants, telling me we should both wear red pants so that we would be in the holiday spirit.
"No shirts, though, Brad. I like my men bear chested, and there's no prettier sight this Christmas Day around here than your big, thick hairy chest and muscular shoulders," Jake said, as he tied the string of the pants snug against my belly, taking a moment to rub his hand over my cock and balls.
As Jake's special coffee brewed, he stirred up omelets and biscuits for breakfast, and then took out a large roaster and prime rib.
"I better get this to cooking. We're going to have prime rib and garlic mashed potatoes and a shrimp salad for our Christmas dinner," Jake said, his bare shoulders flexing in the morning light as he put the finishing touches on the prime rib before sliding the pan into the oven. "We'll slow roast it, so it will be nice and juicy."
After breakfast, we lingered over the last of the coffee pot, talking about our past relationships, and our struggles to find ourselves and realize our sexuality during our teenaged years. Jake talked about his family's rejection of his gayness, and how that rejection actually freed him to be independent, and find his own place in the world.
"I'm really now quite content," Jake said. "I love my business, and I love living in this beautiful place. I have good friends, and now, Brad, I have you as my lover. I just feel so complete now, so satisfied."
"I do, too, Jake. I've wanted this for a long time, and you are the best thing to happen to me for a long time. And, it's time for me to show you my appreciation for your hospitality," I said, as I took Jake's now drained coffee mug out of his hand and pulled him out of his chair and back into Jake's bedroom. It was where we had made love for hours last night, and where I had started our day together by sucking Jake's cock, waking him from his Christmas sleep.
I took my bare-chested lover over to where the ropes from the ceiling still hung, where Jake had tied me up last night, my arms hoisted towards the ceiling, where I had hung naked and hard, while Jake had his way with me. My lover had taken me in the ass, rocking me back and forth on his shaft, until we had both shot our loads, ending up in each other's arms, our hairy chests slathered with our numerous spurts of our jism and our lusty sweat.
"Hands up, big guy," I whispered. "It's your turn now to enjoy my attentions to your handsome self."
I pulled the cloth loops at the end of the ropes tight against Jake's thick, hairy wrists, and hoisted the ropes on their pulleys, until his arms were pulled high, straight over his shoulders, his weight now barely supported by his bare feet. The morning light from the east was still filtered and scattered by the falling snow, the white daylight making Jake's chest fur glisten, his chest rising and falling slowly, his nipples gently moving with each breath.
Several minutes passed, as I took my time just filling my eyes with the sight of this handsome, half naked bear of a man, a lean, hairy lover, his growing cock still covered by the red flannel lounge pants that covered his package and hard, muscular butt, and thick thighs. A wet spot appeared on the cloth at the tip of his cock, Jake's pre-cum already flowing, oiling his cockhead, and preparing him for yet another explosion of his balls.
I moved closer to Jake's chest, feeling the heat of his pecs and now wet armpits, his thick curly forest of armpit hair now glistening brightly in the light, his pits now fully stretched and exposed to me. His clean wetness smelled faintly of soap, and Jake's masculine smell of an athletic, muscular man, eager to again fill his cock with blood, to raise his balls with lust, and to shoot spurts of his cum into the mouth of his lover. My finger moved slowly across his chest, feeling the dampness of his tight skin, the long, curly hair, the new tightness of his hard, pointed nipples, their tips hardening even more as I tugged and rubbed them with my calloused fingertips and thumb.
Taking my finger, I rubbed deep into Jake's wet armpits, fully soaking my finger in his sweat, the wet hairs shedding their drops. Then, I rubbed his smell across Jake's thick, curly moustache, filling his nostrils with his manly aroma, wetting his furry lip.
"Smell a real man, Jake. Take a deep whiff of what a man's man is," I whispered. "Smell a man who's about to get fucked in the ass."
I groped Jake's now stiff cock, imprisoned in his Christmas pants, feeling his cock jump, reacting to Jake's nostrils filled with his sweaty, lustful smell, as my own heat from my chest radiated against Jake's damp pecs, and as my hand cupped his large balls, swinging loosely in his ball sack.
Taking my time, my hands explored every inch of Jake's half naked, sweating body, until I had felt every muscular bulge, every tuft of hair, every square of his tied up flesh. My hands ended up at his waist, his belly hair rubbing against the cinched waist of his pants, the cords of the drawstring now being pulled taut, as I slowly untied the knot, loosening his pants, until they began to slowly slide down onto his hips, exposing the top of his furry groin, the top of his butt crack now open to my eyes.
Jake's swollen cock was still covered by the cloth, his erection poking into the cloth, holding up the material like a hook, while the rest of the cloth draped half way down his hairy groin, covering his balls and the lower half of his round, furry white butt cheeks. I fondled his balls again, beneath the cloth, cupping his sack, feeling his heat, smelling his sweat now starting to drip from his hairy pits onto his ribs, and into the fur of his belly.
"We're gonna take our time, Jake," I whispered. "Just like the prime rib in the oven, this meal is best slow cooked, and savored, like a bottle of fine wine."
I moved closer to Jake's chest, taking first one and then his other hard nipple into my mouth, rubbing his chest with my moustache and my stubbled chin, as Jake moaned his pleasure, as his cock throbbed against my own naked belly, the now wet cloth of his pants stroking my coarse hairs.
Then, I moved back, away from Jake, and began to slowly untie my own pants string, to finally free my own needy, hard cock, and swollen balls. I swayed and thrust my hips, Jake's eyes focused on the bulge in my crotch, watching for my naked cock to reveal its hardness, its need to my lover. I turned around, wiggling my butt, and slowly slid my pants down my butt, as Jake looked at me, his eyes filled with his lust, his own cock still hard, pushing up the wet cloth of his pants.
As my pants fell to the floor, I kicked them away and began to slowly jack my cock, as I looked into Jake's eyes, my tongue wetting my lips, signaling my lust for Jake, my need to taste him, to satiate my own horniness, to once again be with Jake as I shoot my load, feeling his hot, sweaty body as I fill my cock with my seed, ejaculating my juice until my lust is finally satisfied.
Jake's cock jerked, its fully engorged shaft and head now slipping under his pants, until the last bit of cloth fell away, his pants falling quickly to his ankles, baring his hard cock and fat, furry balls and hairy groin to my eyes, his hips shaking slightly, as he freed himself from the last of his clothes. My lover now hung naked, fully exposed to me, swinging slightly from the big ropes tied around his wrists, open to my every whim.
Kneeling down before Jake, I ran my hands up his strong, muscular legs, feeling the coarse, black hair against his skin, until I cupped his balls with my palm, feeling his fullness, his need, the hairs of his ball sack rubbing against my fingers.
The smell of the roasting prime rib wafted in from the kitchen, and mixed with the smell of our own manly sweat, our pits now wet with our desire, our hunger for each other. I could hear Jake's stomach growl, anticipating the roast, and I could feel the hunger of his cock, hard and tight, against my hand. He was a hungry man now.
Reaching over to the window sill, I grabbed a brass Christmas sleigh bell that Jake had used to decorate the room. A bright red ribbon was tied to the bell, and I slowly tied the bell and ribbon around Jake's large, pendulous ball sack. I pulled the ends of the ribbon through the knot, until the bell dangled below his balls, the ribbon brightly highlighted against the thick bush of his hairs nestled under his rampant cock.
I moved around behind Jake, pressing my hard cock flat against his butt crack, my shaft feeling the hairs of his cheeks, the heat from his crack, as Jake was able to finally feel my own steel shaft hot against his skin, my cockhead dreaming of entering his hole, to fully take him once again, to fill him completely.
As we moved, the sleigh bell softly sounded, bringing the spirit of Christmas to our love making, to the playing of our magic flutes, and the imminent drumming of my cock into Jake's waiting ass. Our Christmas band was complete now, ready for our song.
"Want me to take you, now, lover?" I asked, my cock slipping in lengthwise into Jake's sweaty crack, my balls rubbing against the bottom of his ass, the hair enmeshed with his own curls, close to his own needy balls.
"Oh, God, yes, Brad," Jake moaned. "I want you inside of me, and I want to feel you cum in me now."
I tweaked his stiff nipples again with my hand, feeling his chest now hot, sweaty, slick with his lusty, fresh sweat, his heat rising strong from his body, as he swung from the ropes. I moved over to the nightstand to fetch a fresh condom, and tore open the package, and quickly slid the wet, slippery rubber over my aching cock, until I was fully sheathed, ready now to take Jake in the ass once again. My own pre-cum quickly added to the lube of the condom, so the condom now slid easily against the silky skin of my shaft, and my engorged cockhead, hungry to find its home in Jake's inviting ass.
With one hand, I grabbed Jake's waist, and pulled him closer to me, my cock now aimed straight for his hole, as my cockhead found his rosebud, and slowly pushed open its folds, until I completely filled Jake with the full length of my shaft, my cockhead once again fully encased by Jake's tight, gripping chute, his prostate now throbbing against the underside of my shaft and cockhead, every time I thrust back and forth, burying me balls deep with each thrust of my hips.
As I thrust against Jake, he swung on his tied arms against me, the motion gently clanging the sleigh bell with each lusty push of our united, sweaty bodies, my hairy chest rubbing against his strong back muscles, my hands pulling his chest towards me, as I caressed and tugged at his chest pelt of his dark, sweat soaked fur.
My strokes shortened, as my breath tightened, and my balls rose hard against my cock, until I could no longer hold myself back, until my cum rose into my cock, and began to explode, in one giant, all consuming spurt of ecstasy, each shot pushing into the tip of my rubber, electrifying my cock and my brain with completeness, until I was fully spent, exhausted, fulfilled. Sweat rolled down my chest and drenched my belly and Jake's back, my own lustful aroma now filling my nostrils with my need, and the new spice of my own cum, as my cock slowly slid from Jake's hole, the condom slipping off onto the floor, freeing the last of my jism, as it dripped over my balls, and down my leg.
I slid slowly to the floor, trying to regain my breath and to return to some sense of consciousness, as the final jolts of my cumming finally cleared from my brain. I looked up to see the still-tied naked body of my lover, dangling over me, his cock still hard and oozing, his balls now tight against his groin, the Christmas bell still rocking below his balls, the red ribbon now soaked by his sweat and the first juices of his manhood.
"Time to open your present, Jake," I chuckled, as I moved around, kneeling before my lover, my mouth poised to take his cock, to taste his juices, to hold him until he, too, could share in my joy of exploding inside of his lover, on this Christmas Day. As I cupped his balls again, the bell sounded softly, moving below his balls, in time with his swings from the rope, and, soon, in time with my mouth's strokes along the full length of his cock, as we would ride Jake to his inevitable climax, riding Jake's magnificent one-eyed sleigh.
Slowly, I took Jake in my mouth, rubbing my thick moustache against his balls and his silky smooth shaft, and then stroking his manhood with the stubble of my chin and cheeks, so that Jake could feel every whisker of my bear face on his cock, filling his brain with every touch of every whisker.
"You like the feel of my beard, lover?" I asked.
"Oh, God, yes, Brad," Jake moaned, his need to cum unfulfilled for such a long time, that he was nearly out of breath from the continuous desire of his cock to release its juices, and to free his arms from the bonds of the ropes holding him up, helpless to resist my attentions to every nerve of his lust-filled body, a prisoner to my desire to take him in every way.
I turned my attentions to Jake's hungry cock, and, slowly, I ran my tongue around the rim of his cockhead, feeling each crevice, each fold, and the wet opening of his piss slit. I caressed the folds of his foreskin, now stretched tight around the base of his cockhead, tasting his manly juices, and the spicy richness of his pre-cum, as Jake thrust his hips into me, ringing his bell, hoping to trigger his much-needed, much desired release.
I gripped the base of his cock with my thumb and finger, my moustache and stubbled chin rubbing my thumb on each down stroke, as I began to feel Jake's balls rise tight against my hand, their need causing the bell to sound again and again, sending the message of Jake's imminent cumming, his Christmas joy about to spurt into my mouth at last.
Pushing against the base of his balls, I felt the knot of Jake's imprisoned jism, and the first spasm of his cumming, as his cum began to be expelled from his core, releasing his balls, and electrifying his cock with his orgasm. Again, he convulsed, and his first spurt filled my mouth with his seed, his jism rich, manly, and sweet on my tongue.
Jake spasmed again, sending another rope of pearly cum splattering across my moustache and stubble, one glob dripping onto the fur of my chest. Jake thrashed and moaned, his hips now erratically thrusting, his entire body now on fire with his cumming. Again, Jake released, and yet another rope of cum splashed against me, this time streaking my chest with a lightning bolt of Jake's essence. My lover kept thrusting and exploding, until my chest was crisscrossed with long, white streams of Jake's jism, the air now filled with not only our manly, lusty sweat, but the fresh, yeasty smell of Jake's seed.
I sucked the last of his juice from his cockhead, as Jake panted and gasped, his moans now nearly silent, as he regained his breath, as his cock slowly lost its steel, and began to slip out of my lips, my mouth still drenched with his first shot of jism.
Reaching up to the ropes, I released the tension on Jake's wrist restraints, and freed his hands from their bonds, as I kissed Jake on his bearded lips, sharing his jism with his tongue, as we held each other tightly, my chest now smearing his cum across Jake's sweaty, still heaving chest.
"You really rang my Christmas chimes, lover."
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear