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Home Sweet Home
The storm blew hard against the house, spattering thick raindrops against the windows, and pushed against the front door. I stirred the stew simmering on the stove and slid the pan of biscuits in the oven, hoping that the power would stay on at least until they were done.
My mind wandered to Brian, thoughts of his burly, muscular self holding me that morning, as the alarm clock summoned us to our day's work.
"Tonight," Brian had whispered. "Tonight, I want you."
My cock swelled at the thought of those words, and the memory of Brian's embrace, as we snuggled naked together, Brian's hard cock nestled between my butt cheeks, his breath hot against my neck.
There was another gust and the lights flickered briefly. I lit the kerosene lamp on the coffee table, and a few candles in the kitchen and the bathroom.
Brian would be home soon, and the weekend was ours alone. No obligations, just a quiet weekend where we could quietly get ready for the holidays.
It had been a long, hard week for both of us at work, and we hadn't even had time to have a meal together, let alone a conversation.
The note I found today in my lunch sack had brought a smile to my face.
"Tonight will be special, my lover," Brian had written. "I want to make you very happy."
I set the table and finished the salad. Then I opened a bottle of our favorite wine and set out two glasses.
"There," I said to the empty house. "This looks nice and cozy."
The timer rang and I slid the piping hot biscuits into a small basket, the smell of the food filling the house.
I added another stick of firewood in the wood stove, smelling the balsam spruce and the whiff of smoke that the wind pushed down the stovepipe when I opened the stove door.
The headlights from Brian's truck dashed through the windows and around the kitchen, as yet another gust hit the house. The lights flickered and then died, leaving only the kerosene lantern and the candles to light the house in a soft golden warmth.
I grabbed a flashlight and made my way out the door, greeting Brian with a shout, guiding him through the door as the rain came down, raindrops hitting the sidewalk so hard they bounced.
Brian pushed hard against the door and the wind, shutting it with his shoulder, cutting off the latest blast of cold, wet air.
"Home at last," Brian sighed, shrugging off his heavy jacket, and hanging it on the coat rack by the door.
"And dinner by candlelight, it looks like," he said.
I embraced him, wrapping my arms tight against my lover, my hands pulling Brian against my chest, feeling his warmth, taking in Brian's manly scent, and a day mixed with the chaos and problems of the world outside of our home.
Brian hugged me back, pulling me hard against his muscular body, a hand flat against my butt cheek, the half hard shape of my cock next to Brian's own jewels, warm and familiar. Brian's other hand moved across my face, caressing my beard, feeling the soft bristles of my moustache against Brian's bearded lips, my lips against his.
We held the kiss, hands gently caressing each other's torsos, hands hungry for more.
Our stomachs growled hunger and with a deeper desire, our cocks swelling in anticipation of this night together. It had been too long without this, and the promise of the evening.
I breathed in the welcome smells of the kitchen, the stew simmering on the stove, the freshly baked biscuits, the opened bottle of wine, and the slight musty, masculine scent of my lover.
We filled our bowls with stew and then sat at the table, bathed in the soft light of the kerosene lamp, and the candles I had lit just before the power went out. The house smelled of the kerosene, the beeswax candles, and the occasional whiff of smoke from the woodstove in the living room.
Spoons clattered, and we feasted on the stew until it was gone. Biscuits slathered with butter , honey, and my homemade orange marmalade quickly disappeared.
Then, we pushed away our empty bowls and plates and sipped the deep red wine.
"What a meal," Brian said. "Amazing and delicious."
He wiped the crumbs from his beard with a napkin and leaned his elbows on the table. The muscles of his shoulder and chest filled his shirt, the tufts of thick curly chest hair pushed out of the top of his shirt; my fingers eager to strip him naked and have my way with him.
We sat in silence, listening to the storm outside, the wind howling through the trees, the rain splattering on the roof and windows.
"It's good to be home," Brian said. "Now I can relax, and be with you, Tom. It's been too long since we've just been with each other."
I nodded, my hand moving over to grasp Brian's hand on the table.
We looked at each other, our faces softly lit by the lamp and candles.
"To us," I said, raising my glass.
"And, to tonight," Brian said.
Our glasses clinked and we took another sip of wine. It smelled rich and full, its aroma filling their nostrils with the scents of an autumn evening.
We fell silent again, just breathing in the moment, and the togetherness we both were feeling.
"I'd like to do something special with you tonight," I said. "I've been thinking, and I'd like to take care of you, to honor you for all that you are, all that you mean to me."
I stood then, coming behind Brian's chair, and began to slowly massage Brian's scalp and face, my fingers lazily stroking Brian's beard, feeling his soft whiskers against my skin.
Brian sighed, closing his eyes, letting me work his magic.
"Tonight, I honor you and all that you are," I said.
"And I honor you," Brian said. "You make me complete."
I continued to massage Brian's face, and moved down to knead his neck and shoulders. The tension of the week quickly lifted, and Brian sighed, his muscles now relaxed, pliant in my hands.
I moved my hand down to Brian's shirt front, slowly unbuttoning him, my fingers gently stroking my lover's muscular chest, moving through the curls of black hair that lay thick across the warm bare skin.
Then I moved down across Brian's firm belly, stroking the thick trail of fur that led down below the belt that still held up Brian's jeans, covering Brian's already nearly hard cock and cum-filled balls.
I pulled up on Brian's shirt, pulling it out of his pants, and slid it off his shoulders, tossing it on the floor. Brian's muscled shoulders and thick, furry chest were now open to the golden light of the lamp and candles, the light casting soft shadows through the hair, dancing across the summer tanned skin of my lover. I couldn't wait to taste him, and bring him to his first climax of the evening.
"Let's move to the living room," I said softly. I'd like you to lay down on the rug in front of the stove."
We each took several more sips of wine, emptying our glasses.
I took Brian's hand and led him into the living room, easing him down on the large soft rug in front of the wood stove, until Brian stretched out on his back, half naked now.
"I'll be right back," I whispered.
I went in the kitchen, rummaging around, and returned in a few minutes, with several small containers. Then I turned back to the table, fetching the now empty wine glasses and the half empty bottle of wine.
"For later," I laughed.
I set the glasses and the wine bottle on the coffee table, and slipped something out of my pocket, putting it under the rug.
Then, I stood above Brian, peeling off my shirt, then stripping off my shoes, socks, and pants, even my boxers, until I stood naked, aroused. The candlelight illuminated my own furry chest, the thick nest of fur above my swollen cock and my large balls hanging underneath.
"God, you're such a beautiful man," Brian said.
"As are you," I said.
"I am blessed by you," I said. "Tonight is your night, my lover."
The heat from the wood stove warmed the room, the heat intense enough to bring out some sweat, even as the wind howled outside, and a burst of hail clattered on the roof.
I knelt by Brian's feet, and began to slowly untie his shoes, slowly removing them and Brian's socks, slowly massaging his feet, adding some scented oil from a small glass container.
I moved up Brian's legs, my hands caressing Brian through his jeans, until my fingers softly fondled Brian's growing cock through the cloth.
"I want you," I said. "I want all of you, so much."
I kissed Brian then, feeling the softness of his lips, the brush of our moustaches against each other, the touch of beard against beard.
I moved my hand down, across Brian's bare chest and belly, my fingers sensing every hair, every curve of my lover's strong pecs, the wrinkled texture of Brian's red, stiffened nipples. As I caressed the nips, they hardened, and Brian moaned, signaling his pleasure.
My hand moved to one of the containers, retrieving two small brass clips. I held them in my hands and approached Brian's thick, hairy chest.
Taking first one nipple in his fingers, I slipped a clip around the nipple, until the metal grabbed onto the erect nip, engorging the reddish tip.
Brian sighed, the tension of the clamp resonating a tight, almost painful pleasure across his chest and down beneath his balls. His cock twitched and swelled inside the confines of his jeans.
I tenderly moved over to Brian's other nipple, affixing the second clamp, again causing Brian to moan, sending a second bolt of pleasure-pain through Brian's half naked body.
I stroked Brian's chest, rubbing against each of the clamps, playing with the thick thatch of curly chest hair centered on his chest, now damp with perspiration. The scent of his arousal, his sweat wafted through the room, mixing with the wood smoke and the smells of the oil lamp and candles, as well as a hint of the rich red wine we had been drinking.
My hands moved down further, down Brian's belly, along the treasure trail that led to my lover's growing cock and full balls my fingers, feeling the warmth, the heat of my soon to be naked and aroused lover.
It was time to free him, and then take him as my own.
I pulled on Brian's belt, loosening it, letting the buckle fall open, exposing the top button and the zipper. Leaning closer, I inhaled Brian's scent, my tongue lightly touching, wettening Brian's treasure trail, and belly button.
My hand rested on Brian's cock, still covered by his jeans, feeling the shaft swell and harden. I felt the heat, the passion of my lover's tool, eager to free it, and engulf it with my mouth, already salivating at the thought of filling my mouth with Brian's hardness, tasting the first of its liquid.
My fingers slipped the button open, then pulled the zipper down, opening Brian's jeans, exposing his briefs and the promise of what laid below.
My tongue ran downward, my beard teasing his furry belly, my tongue wetting the cloth surrounding Brian's cock, feeling the heat on my tongue, and the throb of the blood coursing through the veins of the shaft.
Together, our hands stripped the jeans and boxers down Brian's meaty legs, exposing the now stiffened, risen cock and the hairy sack below, until Brian, at last, lay naked and open to my eyes and eager hands and mouth.
I held Brian then, feeling the heat rise from his cock, my nose filled with the spicy, musky scent of this man, his lover. My fingers cupped Brian's balls, rolling them slowly in his ball sack, the coarse hairs snagging on the hair on the back of my hands, the skin damp with Brian's lusty sweat.
Brian opened his legs, inviting me to explore him even more, my fingers sliding along and under Brian's balls, stimulating the line of skin that led back to Brian's hole. Slowly, I massaged this tender area, Brian moaning as his prostate felt my touch, adding to the hardness of his cock, which now throbbed with every beat of his heart.
My own cock throbbed, hard with lust, as I played with my lover, my hands and face caressing him, stroking his fur, arousing his nipples now with the hard steel of the clamps. My fingers returned there, to his hairy chest, stroking and fondling the clamps, teasing his nipples to hardness, with the promise of release, but not just yet.
My hand moved under the rug, retrieving what I had placed there a few minutes before. It was a small, elastic cord, wrapped in silk.
I grasped Brian's ball sack, tenderly pulling Brian's balls down to the bottom of the sack, and wrapped the cord several times around the sack. Then, I wrapped one end around the base of Brian's cock, tight, so that the cord was snug, slightly thrusting both his balls and cock out from his hard, hairy crotch.
"Oh, that feels so good," Brian said.
His cock grew even harder, even more needy of my attentions.
Brian breathed deeply, pushing out his chest with every breath, the nipple clamps trembling with every breath, a sheen of perspiration on his body shining in the lamp light.
I dipped my fingers again in the scented oil, and returned to slide my fingers around Brian's hole, lubricating his balls. One finger explored Brian's hole, slipping in, until I could easily fit one finger, then another, inside.
His arm now flung up and over his eyes, Brian moaned, his voice urgent, needy.
"I'm gonna cum," he gasped.
My other hand moved upward, caressing his hard, throbbing cock, and then running over the muscular, hairy belly of my lover, until the fingers again found Brian's hard, aching nipples, trapped in the relentless tension of the clamps.
Gently, I fondled and squeezed the red, engorged tits, tweaking and lightly pinching them, until Brian moaned and sighed with near orgasmic pleasure. His exposed armpits, forested with dense black fur, glistened with new, urgent sweat, as his chest rose deeply, each exhalation a call for even more touch, and release.
Fresh sweat glistened across Brian's hairy chest, as sweat pooled in his armpits and dripped onto the rug. His balls rose in their sack, tight against the cord that held them captive, as my now frenzied stroking and fondling continued. The penetration of his hole pushed against his prostate, driving him closer to his first cumming of the evening.
I moved closer to the hard shaft pulsing beneath me, as my tongue moved up and down the shaft, briefly sampling the precum that oozed from the tip, lubricating the foreskin that was sliding away from the head, exposing the purplish, red crown of Brian's manhood.
I tweaked Brian's nipples again, one at a time, and stroked the thick patch of fur centered across his chest, as the other hand continued its work pleasuring Brian's hole and ball sack.
Slowly, so slowly, I slid Brian's cock into my mouth, feeling its heat and wetness against my lips and tongue, tasting the salty, spicy essence of his balls, about to erupt and send ropes of pearly ropes of cum into my eager mouth, matting my beard and Brian's groin with his seed.
Brian's hips thrust upward, his butt cheeks tight and sweaty, in time with his grunts, and my hand stroking his turgid steel shaft.
I loosened the band confining his balls and his shaft, sending even more blood into his cock, freeing his balls to rise tight against his groin, as he prepared to erupt.
My hand found his chest again, toying one final time with the clamps achingly tight on his nipples, until I unclamped first one and then another clamp. New blood rushed into his sore, aching nipples, sending a new wave of electricity across his chest and into his brain, triggering a torrent of his seed firing out of his balls and through his cock into my eager, hungry mouth.
Brian cried out, calling on his gods, moaning my name as pulse after pulse of salty cum spurted, filling my mouth with his essence.
His body shook, his butt cheeks tightened and released again and again, his hole spasming as I stroked his prostate; his release rolling, wave after wave, tight against my finger.
I tasted him, deep in my mouth, as he filled me with his seed. Rivulets dribbled out of my mouth, onto my beard, down my chest, matting the fur with sperm.
My nose filled with the yeasty, musty spice of our sweat, and the fresh eruptions from Brian's cock, mixing with the smoke, the aroma of the wine, and the lingering scent of the stew.
He lay there, nearly quiet at last, panting, sweat, and spit and cum glistening on his cock and balls, clotting on the thick bush of hair covering his groin, even a few drops glistening on the trail of hair that led from his cock to his hard, muscled sweat-soaked chest.
I had pulled my finger out of his hole and now cupped his spent balls in my hand, hefting his large balls in their furry, sweaty sack, feeling his heat, as his now half erect cock oozed the last of its spurtings onto my hand.
His nipples, now red and freed from their clamps, were still hard, still sensitive, as I reached up to again fondle them, once again causing Brian to moan with lust and desire.
He pulled me up, finding my lips with his, his arms holding me tight, letting out a deep breath, whispering my name.
--Oregon Bear 12/1/2016