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He Came Over For a Beer, Part 3
After Tom had taken me in my ass for the first time, his butt cheeks clenching tight and hard, as he pushed his cock deep inside of me, shooting his cum deep into my ass, we held each other tight, our chests still sweaty, still heaving from our fucking there on the porch, the warm summer air humid and close. His hairy chest clung wet against my fur, bits of my strands of cum sticking to the hairs, smearing into a funky, sticky goo across our bellies and the thick nest of fur surrounding our spent cocks.
Tom grinned, chuckling a bit as we pulled away from each other a bit, to give each of us a little more air, a little more space to catch our breath, letting our gasps and moans of lust fall silent against the warm evening air.
"I've never done that before," Tom whispered, his cheeks blushing a bit, as he put words to some of his lust, some of the hot fucking we had just enjoyed with each other.
"You filled up my ass real well, young man," I said, moving my hand down to his now spent, cum-covered cock, my fingers caressing his manhood, and cupping his newly drained balls.
His nuts felt heavy and damp in my fingers and my palm, and the fire of his lust still burned a bit. We were not done with this evening of rutting and lust, and I knew my lover would soon rise to the occasion of dancing and thrusting his hips, eager to climb his mountain again.
My moustached lips kissed and sucked on his still-hot nipples, and I rubbed my other hand through the drying sweat and cum smeared across his muscular, black haired chest. I breathed deep, inhaling the hot sweat of his wet armpits, and the day's mixture of field dirt, freshly cut hay, and the rich yeasty cum we had just shot from our cocks. His aroma was rich, musty, and carrying the sweet smell of a hot summer's day on tanned skin.
I could have stayed in his arms for another hour, or until our cocks hardened again, and we rolled around on the deck, searching for yet another position to open our thighs and our mouths and our asses, until we again became the creature with four arms and four legs, rolling and thrusting and moaning. Yet, our stomachs growled, and we both realized we were ready for dinner.
Sighing deeply, almost with regret, Tom finally rolled away from me and slipped his shorts back on, hiding his thick, barely explored cock from my eyes once again.
"Come on. Let's get dinner on the table. I want a taste of your first harvest of corn almost as much as I want to taste your cock again," Tom said, chuckling a bit, rising to a new level of comfort with his neighbor, his lover.
I'd realized then, that Tom and I were going to be together for a long time. He was a natural lover, and already, he was relaxed and happy when we were together. We'd only fucked a couple of times in the last week, and already, we had slipped into a level of ease, of intimacy, that I'd only imagined in my dreams. And, I knew I was Tom's first man, and that it wasn't an easy thing for a man to finally realize that being with another man could be the best experience a guy could have in love. After all, a man should know how to please another man's cock. He's been studying his own for his whole life.
Soon, the corn was boiling on the stove, and the steaks were sizzling on the barbeque. I poured us a hearty glass of wine and set the rest of the bottle on the table, next to the salad, a good representation of a lot of the lettuce, cucumbers, peppers, and tomatoes from my garden. Tom had baked a small loaf of his famous sourdough bread, and we dove into the feast, soaking up the juices from the steak with the bread, and enjoying the wine.
We laughed and told stories on ourselves, sharing tales of embarrassing and intimate moments in our lives, and funny events we'd never shared with each other, when we were just neighbors. Now that we had shared our cocks and our lustful thrusts, and explosions of our seed against each other's sweaty, lusty flesh, we had no secrets to hide. Perhaps the wine helped, but the warm summer evening and the good, simple food of two country farmers sharing a good day brought us both into a mood for sharing, of real intimacy.
I brought out a fresh strawberry rhubarb pie I had baked that day, topped off with some homemade ice cream and some iced coffee, and we sat on the porch swing, watching the final glimmers of the sunset behind the tall western mountains on the other side of the valley. A jet trail shined against the last rays of the sun high above the mountains, and we wondered what it was like for the passengers in the plane that evening, and what adventures they were on.
"They are missing the best, though," Tom said. "The best of the day is right here. The best food, the best of life, the best lover."
It was my turn to blush. No one had ever claimed I'd ever been their best lover before, even though, like any guy, I'd always tried to rise to the occasion any time I was fucking someone. Yet, Tom made that claim so openly, even innocently. He was so matter of fact, and I fell even deeper in love with this man.
We lingered there, slowly swinging, watching the last glimmers of the sunset, watching the day turn into night, naming the first stars coming out in the deep blue black of the start of the night sky. The heat of the day was waning, and the evening air was perfumed by the sweet smells of the honeysuckle and the climbing rose on the trellis. A second cup of coffee and a shot of my special hazelnut liqueur added the final touch to our evening meal.
Tom moved one arm around my shoulder, rubbing his thick, calloused hands against the muscles in my neck and shoulders. I moved my hand across his thigh, feeling the coarse hair of his bare leg, and the hardness of his quadriceps, and the tender skin of his inner thigh, close to his large, rich balls in their furry sack. My tongue wettened, remembering how I held his balls in my mouth, feeling the thick hairy skin of his ball sack, Tom's thick, hard cock stiff against my nose, its fat juicy cockhead red and enflamed in front of my eyes. I remembered his moanings, his lust, as I played with his balls with my tongue and my lips, feeling his balls rise against his hard cock, ready to burst long ropes of cum, splashing his seed against our chests.
My hole twitched, still feeling his manhood plunge deep inside of me, hard and thrusting, as he filled me, rising me higher, until we had both climaxed, gasping and sweating, gripping each other hard with our hands, our thighs, and our arms.
And yet, I wanted something different tonight, something special. And, I thought Tom was ready for this new step.
As if he was reading my mind, Tom looked over at me, a question building deep across his forehead, across his tanned cheeks, across the newly curled whiskers of his week old beard.
"I need to ask you something, partner," he said quietly, his voice breaking the slow warm silence of the evening on the porch.
"Ask away. I'm pretty easy," I laughed.
Tom laughed, too, and I saw some of the anxiety fade from his face.
"I'd like to ....well, when we do it again tonight, I'd....I'd like you to take me .... Take me in the ass."
He looked away, across the valley and over to the mountains, his cheeks reddening a bit, as if he was a bit embarrassed about what he'd just asked of me.
"I'd been thinking of that myself," I answered. "Good men thinking alike, again."
My hand moved up his thigh a bit, onto the leg of his shorts, up on to where the cloth tightened, tight against his balls, and the outline of his cock. His cock had stiffened a bit, and there was a damp spot against where his cockhead lay underneath the thin denim of his shorts. My fingers felt the heat from his balls, and I rubbed my finger along the length of his cock, feeling him firm and hardening, even as I felt him.
"We'll take it slow, Tom. No rush. I'm not as big as you, anyway, so you won't have a problem taking me all the way inside of you."
Tom nodded, turning his head back to me, taking me in with his steel blue eyes, sparkling a bit in the soft light coming through the window from the living room.
"I know. I know you will. And, I've waited my whole life for this, for you," he said.
We sat there on the porch swing for a bit, letting our words soak in, letting the idea of finally being with the lover you always wanted sink in. I sighed, letting out a deep breath, a breath that I'd been holding for quite a while.
"My thoughts exactly, Tom," I whispered. "I've finally found the man I've always dreamed of, and I never thought I'd find."
And, so, after a few minutes, we moved inside, and I took Tom's hand, leading him into my bedroom, and held him close to me, feeling the heat rise from his chest, feeling soft breath on my face, my neck, as I ran my fingers across his moustache, across his beard, and down the front of his shirt, feeling the strong muscles of his chest and his belly, and the hardness of his cock and balls. And, as I cupped his balls and slowly stroked his cock through his shorts, I felt my breath come fast. Tears spilled from my eyes, tears of joy and excitement. At last, here was the man of my dreams, a man willing to share everything with me, to join with me, in union, in being part of my life, in being truly my lover.
Blinking away the tears, I looked into Tom's face, and saw his tears running down his cheeks, and into his beard.
"Yeah, I know. I know," he whispered, his fingers moving slowly to the top button of my shirt, and he began to undo the button, and begin our new life.
Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear