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He Came Over For a Beer, Part 2
Tom held me close, hugging me tight against his hard chest, the tank top a bit damp with his sweat from the warm evening. His bare, hard shoulders glowed a bit in the warm light of the couple of hurricane lamps I had lit on the porch, after the sun had set. I could feel his heat from his furry chest, and the earthy smell of his pits, a mix of dirt, horse, and the musty smell of a horny man.
We'd been lovers last week, for the first time, and Tom had come over tonight for the first feed of corn from my garden, as well as a couple of brews and a steak. But, as we had shared the first cold beer on the porch, he'd poured his heart out to me, telling me he'd really come back to be my lover, wanting to have me as his lover. I took his face in both of my hands, calloused from my summer in the garden, my finger nails still stained with dirt. I ran my fingers along his tanned cheeks, and the week old beard that now covered his jaw and chin, and his new 'stach that was filling in across his lip. His face was hot, sweaty, as he looked deep into my eyes with his steel blue eyes.
Against my chest, I could feel his hard chest tremble and shake a bit. There was tension in his lean, hard muscles, and across his shoulders. His thick curly chest hair, which spilled out from his tank top, felt coarse against my shirt as we embraced. I could feel his hard nipples stiff against my chest, and his heart beat strong, strong enough for me to feel it through my T shirt, resonating against me. My cock stirred a bit, warmed by this hard, manly body in my arms; my balls tingled, knowing they would soon spill their load of a week's worth of cum tonight.
"Relax. We're gonna take this slow," I whispered, feeling him take a deep breath and begin to let go of some of his tension. "We've got the whole night, and we're not in a rush."
"I know," he said, releasing a big breath of air. "It's just....well, I don't want to make a mess of this. I've...I've never done very well with a woman, and now....I'm just scared. I'm scared I'm gonna fuck this up."
"You won't fuck it up. You can't do anything wrong with me, partner," I replied, lowering my voice to a whisper. "You were great last week, and I know I'm in for a real treat tonight."
I reached down to the bottom of my T shirt and slowly stripped it off, baring my furry chest and bare shoulders to Tom's hungry hands. After I threw my shirt to the floor, I reached over to the bottom of Tom's tank top, and slowly pulled the thin cotton cloth up over his lean, furry belly, the sculpted hairy muscles of his chest, and raised the shirt over his muscular, tanned arms, exposing his deep, thick furred moist armpits. His odor thickened, mixed with my own damp and horny smell, and I pulled him back tight against my chest, our fur meshed together, and our sweat mixing across our chests.
"Mmmm, you feel good," I whispered. "I've dreamed about you all week, and now, you're finally here."
My hand ran up his bare back, feeling the cords of his strong muscles running up his spine, and the thick muscles and bones of his shoulder blades, his skin damp and hot. My other hand ran over the hardness of his butt, the denim of his cutoffs soft against my skin, as I pushed against his hard glutes, feeling his crack, and pulling his ass hard against me, his cock and my cock now up against each other, just a few layers of cloth getting in the way. I remembered his cock, fat and stiff, last week, as I stripped him, and took his manhood deep into my mouth, the memory of that night now bringing a new hunger to my lips and my tongue.
Tom pulled my head closer, and kissed me hard, his new beard and 'stache pushing into my beard and moustache, his tongue pushing into me, wet, hungry. His warm breath caressed my face, as he held me tight. His lust rose in his growing cock, and in his breath, as he held me tight in his arms, his chest pushing hard against me.
I stepped back a bit, breaking our kiss, giving me a chance to breathe, and to take in the sight of this half-naked cowboy, his shorts tented out by his now hard cock, his hairy chest rising and falling from his lustful breath, his skin wet with sweat, his hairy pecs glistening in the lamp light. A damp spot appeared on his shorts, defining the head of his cock, and a bit of drool ran into my beard, as I remembered last week and the taste of his hot, eager cock against my tongue.
"I want you to fuck me, now. Get inside of me and make me yours," I panted, my voice deep with my lust for this almost naked lover.
"I've..never..."
"I know. And, its time. Don't think, now. Just do what you've always wanted to do. Let your big fat cock do your thinking for a change."
My hand found his cock, trapped in his shorts, and I cupped his warm balls and felt his cock pushing against the denim, feeling the wet spot with my thumb. I fumbled with his zipper, pulling it down quick, in my haste to strip him, to see his hard cock pulse and jump, as I yanked his shorts down his strong, muscled legs, until he stood before me, a real life David, his manhood hard, bouncing above his fat, furry balls, his naked cheeks damp and glowing in the light. A bit of his juice dripped off his uncut tip, a silvery strand falling into the thick nest of hair around his balls.
I quickly stripped, and pulled him down to the porch floor, pulling his naked butt and manly spear between my straddled legs, opening my hole wide for his cock. His whiskery face brushed against my belly and then up to my chest, his lips finding my hard, eager nipples, as he sucked and pulled on my tits. His new beard brushed against the whorls of my hairy pecs, and against my nipples, as he tasted and suckled me, sending bolts of lust charging through my cock and my balls. I felt my cum rise, my balls and my trigger spot between my balls and my hole heat up, becoming on fire, as I wanted my cowboy to take me now.
Our lips met, our hot breath hard and urgent against each other, as my hand forced itself between our hot, sweaty groins, until I grasped the tip of his cock between my finger and my thumb. His cock head was slick with his juice, and I slid his thick foreskin down across the crown of his cockhead, until the whole of his cockhead was naked, exposed. I slowly rubbed him, hearing him moan with pleasure with each stroke, his juice soaking my fingers. I felt his heat, his lust, his hardness, as I slowly guided him to the rim of my hole, leading him to my entrance, pulling and pleading with him to make me his lover.
His strong, beefy arms stood like pillars on each side of my chest, as he lay above me, his fur occasionally rubbing across my sweaty, hungry chest, as his cock pushed against me, finding my door, finding its place where it could dance and thrust, until its own hunger could finally be satisfied. His thick hair around his cock and his balls danced with my own hair and against my own needy balls, as he began to slide slowly into me, his width and his fire stretching me, teasing me, as he pushed steadily in.
Tom gasped, moaning with his lust, as he kept moving forward, deeper, until, at last, he was buried balls deep in me, fully taking me, his balls now pushing against my ass, our crotch hair mashed together, wet and sweaty, our musty male smells of our balls and cocks now mixing, replenished by the sweat now pouring out of our groins. My nostrils filled with our new smells, the ripeness of our armpits and chests and the lusts of our cocks rich and funky. Nothing else mattered now, nothing but our union, our taking of each other, our dance to our release.
My hands now grasped Tom's naked, flexing butt cheeks. His ass was sweaty, hairy, and hard. Now that he had fully taken me, his sword buried deep inside of me, he slowed, fully taking in all of the sensations of his cock being thrust balls deep inside of his lover, his man. He looked down at me, his eyes on fire, a drop of sweat rolling down his cheek into his new beard, lost now in the curl of the whiskers.
"Damn, this is sweet," he moaned, a grin widening his mouth, his voice cracking with a lustful chuckle.
I could only laugh in reply, his cock dancing against my prostate, his furry balls bouncing against ass with each thrust, his furry cock hair and hard belly pushing and rubbing against my own aching, almost to bursting cock. I was so close to cumming, yet now wanting this dance to end so soon. Every muscle in my body, every nerve on fire with hunger, wanting more from this man on top of me, in me, on me, and all but becoming me, wanting to cum together, as we danced.
He quickened his thrusts, his sweat dripping down on my own wet chest, the wet sounds of our fucking, our thrusting beating a deep tattoo across the night air of the yard, my butt pushed hard against the boards of the porch with every thrust, with every slide of his hard cock inside of me. And, after time had lost all of its meaning, until the only thing that existed in the world was our dance, and his thrusts, and the sparks of white lust that ran up and down my body until I could finally take no more, we exploded. Hot spurts of our seed raged out of our balls and through our cocks, shooting thick ropes of cum, again and again, the rhythm of Tom's thrusts now a spasmodic explosion of chaos and joy and release, all at the same time.
I held him in my arms, this cowboy stud, who lay next to me catching his breath, letting the sweat dry from his hard chest, letting the last of his jism ooze from his now spent cock, still buried deep inside of me. My own cock drained the last of its spent juices, soaking the fur on his slowly rising and falling belly. The smells of our pits and our sweaty, furry balls and crotches now mixed with the new stench of spent cum, with Tom's cum now oozing and slipping out of my fully fucked and satisfied hole, soaking the crack of my ass and coating my cheeks with his seed, dripping across my balls, the balls he had so fully drained a few minutes before.
We lay there for a few minutes longer, listening to the quiet of the summer night, feeling the cool breeze against our drying fur, letting the cum pool and begin to dry in the curls of our hair.
Tom pulled me close to him, kissing me softly.
"You're amazing," he whispered.
"Amazing? Oh, wait til you taste that corn you've been craving. It's time for dinner."
Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.