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Home For Dinner
When I arrived, the door was slightly ajar, and I could see him in the kitchen, furiously hunched over the stove, stir-frying the vegetables. Steam rose over the pan, and slightly fogged his face, his beard almost invisible against his damp skin. His shoulder muscles bulged, tanned hard shapes silhouetted against his white athletic undershirt.
He didn?t hear me come in, as the cracklings and hissings of our dinner, and the roar of the fan overhead covered my footsteps. Only when I set down my briefcase and my pile of books slapped the oak end table by the couch did he pause to look up and shoot me a grin.
?Hi, there. How was your day?? he sang, as he picked up a small dish of shrimp to throw into the pan, causing yet another cloud of steam to blur his rugged features.
?Well, its better now that I?m here and I see you cooking my favorite meal,? I replied.
?Go jump in the shower and change your clothes. Dinner will wait and I want you to be relaxed and comfortable. I want this to be a special night,? he replied. Steam from our dinner glistened on his face and a big drop ran down his cheek, as he began humming one of his favorite songs.
Later, when he poured my second glass of white wine, and passed me the rest of the garlic shrimp stirfry, he winked and flashed his famous grin, big white teeth up against his bushy mustache. He wiped his mouth, and brushed his napkin against his beard, trying to smooth out the wild curls of his ginger beard.
His beard was never easy to tame, and grew in wild swirls and hairs stuck out at all angles. Even if he trimmed it short, it never could be described as neat and trim, so he usually let it run wild. His mustache grew into the heavy chin whiskers, and reddish blonde hairs sprouted out of his reddish cheeks, and down his neck, merging into the heavy growth of chest hair that coated his hard chest.
The reds in his beard highlighted his steel blue eyes, and his wild hair matched the rest of his handsome hairy self.
One time, he trimmed the beard down to a neat mustache and goatee, trying to make his sister happy with his appearance on her wedding day. But, the next day, he let the stubble grow, and I never saw his naked jaw line again.
He filled his glass a second time, too, and set the nearly empty bottle on the table. We both knew we?d break out a second bottle in a few minutes, but he paused to take a breath and savor his fine meal. He loved white wines, and was quite an expert on them, sometimes visiting his former business partner, who had retired to be a country gentleman, and ended up developing a successful winery.
He leaned back, and put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and breathed a big sigh of pleasure and contentment. His bushy armpits were damp with the heat of his culinary efforts, and the large curls of vigorous manhood faded into the edges of his hairy chest, his nipples poking into the still-damp athletic shirt. His chest rose and fell quietly, and we just looked into each other?s eyes.
In the quiet of the kitchen, only the clock sang its regular rhythm, and Jake, the cat, purred quietly on his favorite seat by the window.
?Kevin, you outdid yourself. That was a great meal,? I said. ?You know, you are just an amazing man. You?ve made my life unbelievably great. I just couldn?t be happier.?
He grinned, and shrugged his bulky shoulders, putting his large, calloused hands on the table.
?Well, you?re pretty wonderful yourself, big guy. We?re quite a team, you know,? he answered.
?How about finishing your glass out in the hot tub? And, I?ve got a special Pinot Gris for us. John came by this afternoon with a few bottles of his latest blending, and he thinks its his best effort yet,? Kevin said. ?We are the official review team for this year?s new wine.?
The hot water felt great on my sore back and neck, stiff from a day at my desk, and the tensions of the morning staff meeting. The week?s tensions slipped away, and I felt the wine kick in another notch. I closed my eyes for a minute, just to appreciate the draining of the week?s stress.
A minute later, Kevin?s strong hands began to rub my foot, quickly getting to the soreness and tension in my arch. Soon, my foot had turned into a soft rag, and the other foot begged to keep it company. After both feet were singing with joy, his calloused fingers began to ease the cramped muscles in my calves. Soft at first, then with firmness, his fingers brought heaven to my legs, and I let my head fall deeper into the headrest at the side of the tub.
The late summer air was cooling off just a bit, and the scent of the jasmine and climbing roses joined with the quiet of the evening to make my sigh with delight. I opened my eyes a bit, and saw his curly chest hair drain away the tub?s water, as he started to move towards me. There was a big grin on his face, as he moved into a crouch, the water beading on his massive shoulders and strong hairy chest.
?Close your eyes, big boy. You?r e in my hands, now. This is your time, so just relax,? he laughed.
Kevin?s rough hand touched my thigh, and I felt his other arm wrap itself around my shoulders, as he pulled me gently next to his side. His tenderness joined with the warm water to take me to a deeper level of calm.
His whiskered chin and moustache caressed my earlobe, as his breath began a slow rhythm in my ear. Soon, his tongue flicked my earlobe and moved down my cheek. Our moustaches began to merge and his lips tenderly kissed mine.
At the same time, one hand was marching northward, and set my thigh on fire, its touch urgent, yet soft, loving. His fingers began to cup my balls, and my sack was soon climbing higher, as he rubbed and stroked my balls. Dancing through my hair, he circled my now rigid cock, and moved closer, closer to its hardness.
Time stopped, yet I moved closer to needing relief, his fingers keeping me on the edge, wanting relief, but wanting, too, the wait.
His other hand crept through my chest, touching and petting hair and muscle and skin, soon finding my nipple, hungry for love and relief. His lips and beard soon joined in, making my breath ragged, as I nearly came. And, he waited, playing more with my chest, my balls, and soon, my cock.
My hand found his hard manhood, nestled in a great forest of thick, coarse hair, part of his pelt that ran from his toes to his head. He was uncut, his great foreskin starting to slide back, exposing his large head, turning from red to purple as he, too, became more excited, more filled with lust. His cock, so familiar to me, yet, every time my fingers rejoicing in this great sex toy, this great phallus. Kevin so eagerly shared himself to me, and had given every aspect of himself to me. I had never known such a giving, such a free and open lover.
Soon, his balls were in my hand. Their great weight and size filling his sack with his essence. There was a fullness in my grasp and touching of his balls, as his sack and balls shifted as I explored their familiar textures. I felt his sperm building under his balls, as my finger quietly ran up and down the seam of skin that ran from his balls to his hole. I lingered here, as this was Kevin?s favorite area of play for me. He moaned in joy and his breath, too, began to become ragged and deep, his orgasm building. His heat warmed my fingers and palm, and the heat built now not from the heat of the water, but from his lust, his urgent need for release.
His body was mostly tanned and hardened from his construction job and his love of the outdoors, but his groin was softer, whiter, and easy to my touch. The deep creases between his thighs and groin, and the hairs of his cockroot became a playground for my fingers. We had rolled out of the water, and were lying together on the deck and the towels we had thrown down. The soft terrycloth feel contrasting with his wet hairiness and the silken skin of his hairy balls and stretched cockskin.
My lips moved from his throat, down to his collarbone, and the little hollows at the base of his neck. I lingered here, gently nipping and tugging at the hair at the start of his chest?s deep black pelt, a place where his skin was soft and needful of love. He began to sweat, and I noticed not the deep, thick smell of a working man?s sweat on a summer?s day, but the citrusy, hot smell of a man in lust, about to explode in a thundering orgasm.
My other hand found one of his reddish nips, and I moved over and around it for some time, before I began to rub it as it quickly firmed up, its erect tip begging for my mouth. Such a need was quickly met, as my moustache and tongue began to dance on that rigid nipple, as well as its brother, who begged urgently for equal attention. Soon, Kevin moaned his appreciation. His hairy chest began to move raggedly, and a bit of sweat formed around his salty nipples, as I sucked his nipples and gently tugged at the hairs swirling around his tits and the thick hair in the center of his now damp chest.
We stayed like this for what seemed forever, until Kevin?s mouth soon found my cock, and he wetly slid along its length, pushing my foreskin down, and exposing all of its head to the silken caresses of his tongue. He was thorough and he was patient, and I could barely hold on without answering his touch.
When neither one of us could keep dancing with our tongues and hands, and the fires consumed our balls, we came together, gasping for breath as we soaked each other in our juices, and the smell of our sweat, and our semen, and the summer evening roses on the deck mingled together.
Kevin propped me up against his big chest, his big, leathery hand clasping my shoulder, and pressed a cold, wet glass to my lips.
?Here, take a sip. Tell me what you think of the new Pinot Gris?? he whispered, still a bit breathless from our lovemaking.
Copyright 2008 oregonbear9