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Lunch Counter Lust
One
I'd been running late all day, and I left the last meeting of the morning with a new contract. Business had been awful these last several months, but this new deal was going to go a long way in keeping our company in business. I did a little dance in the elevator on my way out, knowing that my staff would be thrilled at our success.
My stomach was rumbling, and I realized I was way overdue for lunch. I was in a part of town that I usually only came to on my way to the gym, but there was a small mom and pop cafe nearby that had great deli sandwiches. They had great breakfasts and I stopped by a lot after my workouts. Soon, I pulled up to the little cafe and strolled inside, my mouth already watering for a pastrami on rye, with some warm German potato salad.
The place was packed, and all the booths were taken, and the counter was nearly full. I took the last empty chair at the counter, and Rich, the owner, quickly took my order. He always remembered my name, and, when the morning crowd thinned, he'd sit down and have coffee with me, and we'd end up talking for the rest of the morning. Today, he gave me a big grin, and filled up a large mug of his good dark roast coffee.
I finally took a deep breath, and relaxed, the frenzy of the morning now over, and the financial tensions of the last few months beginning to finally work their way out of my shoulders. I savored the hot, aromatic coffee, which hit my empty belly with a jolt, the caffeine rushing into my brain.
"Excuse me, are you going to read the paper?" a deep voice next to me asked.
I turned, noticing for the first time a muscular man sitting next to me, wearing a tank top, his thick, well-shaped shoulders and arms propped up on the counter, his meaty hands nearly hiding his coffee mug. Curls of thick hair sprouted out of his shirt, which tightly outlined his firm pecs. Thick nipples poked through the thin material, accenting his meaty chest.
I followed the contours of his thin shirt down over his lean belly into the well-worn crotch of his jeans, and noticed an amble bulge below his belt. There wasn't an ounce of fat on this lean, good looking man, as I looked into his blue eyes, quickly noticing his thick moustache and bristly, unshaven jaw and cheeks.
My cock twitched at the sight of this burly man, the contours of his thick, bare arms and the nest of hair curling out of the thin, clinging shirt giving life to my ever-present fantasies of making love to a strong, hairy man. This guy seemed to walk out of last night's wet dream, a bolt of lust rising out of my balls as I took in the sight of my lunch counter companion.
"Oh, no, I'm not," I replied.
I looked down at the paper that someone had left on the counter. The daily business section looked back up at me, the headlines screaming more bad news.
"I don't need to read that kind of news. There's too much of that stuff anyway," I added.
"Yeah, I agree. It's been a rough couple of months for all of us," the man answered, his deep voice rising from his thick chest. "Maybe I don't need to read that stuff, anyway. I already know how bad it's getting."
We talked a bit, and I learned that he was an iron worker, who just got laid off. He'd just picked up his last paycheck, and had stopped at the cafe' to get a bite, before heading downtown to the unemployment office.
As we chatted, my eyes took in more of this manly beauty. With each movement of his hands, his biceps flexed, and cords of strong muscles rippled under the hairs of his tanned arms. I caught glimpses of the moist curls of hair filling his armpits, and I could catch whiffs of his clean, fresh sweat that glistened on the hairs in his pits and dampened his shirt, making the cloth a bit more transparent, so I could see the thickness of his curly dark hair underneath.
My horny mind dreamed of slipping off his shirt, and fondling his nipples, running my fingers through the damp hair, and tugging on the end of his belt, as I would start to pull down his pants ...
He had paused in midsentence, noticing that my mind had drifted.
"You seem a little distracted, partner," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I've had quite a day," I replied, bringing my mind back from the pleasant task of stripping him naked on the spot, and swallowing his cock as the rest of the lunch crowd looked on.
"It's been a hectic week, but I just scored a big contract for my company, and we're going to be able to stay in business now," I said. "I'm sorry. I drifted away."
"Oh, that's alright. I haven't been myself either, lately," he said. "First time I've been laid off in about ten years, and I'm not used to having a day with nothing to do."
"By the way, my name's Mike," he added, shoving his strong, calloused hand into mine, and giving me a firm shake.
"My name's Jake," I said, gripping his hand in return. "Pleased to meet you."
"Same here," Mike replied. "I'm not usually very talkative around people, but you seem like a real friendly guy.
Two
Looks like a booth's opened up. Want to grab it and get a little more room while we eat our lunch?"
"Sure, Mike. Sounds like a plan," I replied. "I don't think we need to take the paper with us, though."
"No, I don't think so. That's old news, anyway, and I'm ready to make some new stories today," Mike added, as he grabbed his mug and we moved to the booth.
Rich followed on our heels, bringing big plates with our sandwiches and a refill on our coffee.
It was pretty warm in the cafe, and I slipped off my suit coat. I'd dressed up in my best suit and starched shirt, and my favorite silk tie, trying to make a good impression this morning at my presentation. It felt good to be rid of the coat, as my shirt was damp with sweat, both from this morning's nerves and the heat of the day. Well, and my lust warming me up a bit, at the sight of this strong hairy guy.
"You boys have a good lunch," Rich said. "Take your time. You boys have a lot in common," he said, turning to me, giving me a big wink.
We ate our sandwiches, interspersed with talk about the economy, and then, soon, we found out we both worked out at the same gym. I asked Mike how he kept so trim, and had such a well-developed body. He mentioned a vitamin supplement he took religiously, and it seemed to make a difference. He had less craving for sweets and fats, and his workouts produced more results.
"Of course, I was pretty active at the factory. Moving iron around and welding a lot of steel every day keeps you in shape, too," he laughed, as he flexed one arm, showing off his well-developed biceps.
"Well, I'm impressed, Mike," I replied. "I need something like that in my routine. I'm usually chained to a desk, so I need the gym to keep the pounds from piling on."
Just then, my cell phone rang. It was my secretary. I took the call, as Mike took another bite of his sandwich and Rich stopped by to refill our mugs with another round of his good coffee. My secretary had good news - the company I'd made my presentation to that morning had just faxed over a bid for six months of work for us. I could hear the rest of the office crew cheering and laughing in the background.
"We've taken a vote here, Jake. Take the rest of the day off, for a job well done this morning," she said, as she ended the call to the sound of a loud cheer in the background.
"Seems like I get the rest of the day off," I said to Mike. "My presentation this morning went so well that my company just got a contract for six months of production."
"Well done, Jake. I've got the rest of the day off, too, thanks to the economy. Why don't you come on over to my place," Mike said. "I live just a few blocks away, and I'll give you some of those supplements, and we can head to the gym. I'll show you some of my workout tricks."
"I don't want to impose, Mike, but I would like to see how you keep in such fantastic shape," I replied.
We finished our lunch, and another cup of Rich's good coffee, and talked about what we liked to do in our spare time, besides working out. We found out we both liked to fish, and be serious nature photographers. We even had the same model of a mid-priced professional quality digital camera. Mike wanted to show me some of his latest photos from his hike last weekend up in the mountains.
As we talked, my mind kept imagining what Mike looked like without his shirt, and without his pants. My cock stirred at the thought of slowly slipping off his jeans and fondling his balls with my hands. Mike finally caught my eye.
"You're wandering off again, Jake," he said. "Why don't we go back to my place now, and I bet you wouldn't turn down a cold beer. Maybe even loosen that fancy tie of yours."
The mention of a cold beer caught my attention, as I was beginning to realize that I was done with work for the day, even the week. It was Friday, I realized.
I grabbed the check out of Rich's hands, and told Mike lunch was on me, to celebrate our meeting each other and my good luck with the morning's presentation. Mike had walked over to the cafe, so he jumped in my car and directed me to his place.
Three
It was a nice ranch style house at the end of a cul-de-sac. The yard was immaculate and there looked to be a large back yard behind a tall fence.
"I've had plenty of time lately for yard work," Mike said, as he unlocked the door. "Not much else to do at home these days, and I enjoy being outside, anyway."
I followed Mike inside to the family room, where Mike said that he kept his photos. He stopped in the kitchen to get a couple of beers from the fridge, and handed me a cold one as he steered me to a large photo album on the counter between the family room and the kitchen. Mike peered over my shoulder as I looked at dozens of beautifully composed photos of mountains, waterfalls, and close-ups of eagles and hawks. It was obvious he was a gifted photographer and artist.
As we looked through the photos, with Mike describing the photographic techniques, I could feel the nearness of his body, his arm around my back, his breath warm on my face. I could smell his manly aroma rising from his bare armpits, and the heat from his muscular shoulders and chest. He was so close, so near and my cock went into overdrive, my balls rising at the thought of his nearby cock and balls, close enough to fondle with my fingers.
I felt Mike's hand move to my shoulder, and gently push me around a bit, so that we were face to face, his whiskery jaw just a foot away.
"Time for you to get comfortable, Jake," Mike whispered. "You're' still tied up in that tie, and its time you relaxed a bit."
He took hold of the knot on my tie, his meaty, calloused hands rubbing against my throat, sliding against the stubble of my whiskers on my neck, as he tugged at and loosened the knot, and unbuttoned the top button of my collar. Slowly, he tugged at the thinnest part of my tie, still tight under my collar, and slowly slid the tie out of my shirt and tossed it on the counter. He moved closer, and began to unbutton the next button on my starched dress shirt, a finger reaching under the cloth, and stroking the curls of my chest. His fingers were warm, soft to the touch, as one button and then another were opened.
Time seemed to stop, as one button after another of my shirt was opened by this warm, sweaty strong man, who a few minutes ago was talking with me about lens apertures and filters, and now was silently stripping me of my shirt, fondling the hair on my chest, and rubbing his fingers through my damp hair covering my chest. Another finger soon was rubbing my nipple, bringing the soft skin to stiffness, then pulling and pinching the tender skin, sending jolts of lustful pleasure down to my balls and my now growing cock. Its damp head pushed against my shorts, tight against my suit pants.
Mike's thick moustache rubbed against my own moustache, his lips finding mine, as he softly kissed me, bringing me close to him, the sweat from my own armpits now heavy in my nostrils, mixing with Mike's smells, my overloaded brain now mixing fantasy and the reality of having this muscle man stripping me of my shirt, intent on having his way with me, and me, now lustfully wanting him in my arms, naked, hairy, his sweat slippery in my fingers.
I reached around him, grabbing onto the cloth of his tank top, where it was bunched in by his belt, and lifted the ends of his shirt up, out of his belt, and sliding across his belly and back, rising higher, until the cloth pulled damply away from his furry chest, up across the thick, damp hairs of his armpits, until the shirt pulled free from his hard, massive arms. I pushed into his now naked chest, feeling the coarse hairs of his chest push against the hair in the middle of my chest, exposed now with my shirt opened. Some of his bristly fur poked into what was left of my shirt still covering my own damp chest.
I kissed Mike back hard, my tongue pushing through his lips, until my tongue probed deep into his wet mouth, feeling the hard wetness of his tongue, tasting him, feeling his hot wet opening, feeling him suck hard against my tongue, pulling me deep inside of him. I felt his whiskery face brush against my own cheeks, and into my goatee. He smelled good, a bit musty, rich.
Mike's hands came up around my shoulders, and slowly stripped my shirt off of my shoulders, his hands caressing and probing the skin of my now naked shoulders, exploring my own wet armpits, and the fur across my chest and down my belly, until his hands were on my belt, pulling urgently on the buckle and the end of my belt, loosening the buckle, until his hands began to slowly unzip my suit pants.
His fingers lingered on the zipper, as one hand groped my balls, cupping them tightly through the wool fabric, as the other hand slowly pulled down the zipper, and probed inside of the material, finding my hard cock pushing from the inside, struggling to free itself, struggling to find the warm fingers of my new lover.
My lunch partner, now my lover, slowly ran a finger around the rim of my cockhead, feeling every fold, every part of the now wet rim, and ran lightly over my piss slit, rubbing my newly risen juices around the cockhead, igniting every nerve in my cock with my newly aroused sexual fire. Blood pulsed into my cock, filling me with hot blood, until my cock skin was stretched tight around the shaft, my foreskin now pushed back, exposing my nerves to Mike's slow caresses and fondlings.
My balls rose in their hairy sack, held firm by Mike's other hand, the wool fabric keeping me distant from the urgent gropings of his hand, as he held my jewels firmly, whispering his need to take me, as his lips nipped at my earlobe, as his tongue ran roughly through the stubble of my jaw, as his lips rubbed against my chin whiskers, soaking my goatee in his saliva.
In an instant, my suit pants were piled around my feet, his hands now pulling down my shorts, my cock caught on the band of my shorts, soaking them with my seeping juices, his fingers slowing to explore the thick hair surrounding my balls. With a yank, my shorts joined the pile of wool at my feet, and Mike knelt down to pull off my shoes, my socks, and my pants and shorts, until I was stripped naked before this shirtless, hairy body builder, the front of his jeans filled with his own urgent, hard manhood.
Mike groped me again, finding my balls rising high in their hairy sack, my cock pointing upward, urgent, needy.
I reached for Mike's belt, ready now to strip him of his jeans, wanting to feel his hard, naked cock in my hands, then my mouth, and up my ass, my desire now sending my heart into a strong, lustful beat inside of my chest.
Four
"Not yet, Jake," Mike whispered, still cupping my balls in his large hand. "You've got the rest of the day off and I'm thinking we should spend the weekend together, and really get to know each other. Besides, I want to photograph you, just as you are, before we make love. I want to capture your lust, before I fuck your ass."
I nodded, my cock still aimed at my chin. Mike took my hand and took me into a back bedroom, where he had set up a series of lights, his camera mounted on a large tripod.
"Pose for me, Jake. I want to take in all of your manly energy, your rugged beauty. You have a gorgeous body," he added, as he helped me step onto a small platform.
Soon, he talked me through a long series of shots, the light bouncing off of the ceiling and several screens, as he took a series of full body shots and close-ups. As he worked, he explained the various settings and shutter speeds, and we soon were lost in a discussion of photography, and I nearly forgot I was standing here naked, my cock raging hard, as Mike clicked away.
He had stripped off his jeans while I was distracted by the lights, and I looked over at him, busily focusing on a close up shot of my chest and shoulders, his thick cock bouncing hard above his large balls, a thick matt of hair covering his groin and marching up his trim belly and massive chest. He worked quickly, intent on his work, as if he had forgotten the intimacy of his fingers on my balls and cock just a few minutes ago.
Mike turned a bit, grabbing another filter, and I caught a long glimpse of his bare ass, muscular, lean, the crack defined by a line of black hair that ran up into his back and blended into a dusting of hair across his muscular shoulders.
"Lord, you are so beautiful, Jake," Mike said. "I'm really getting some great shots of you."
I blushed a bit, not used to someone admiring my body, let alone taking photos of me, bare assed, with a raging hard on, especially when the photographer was standing not ten feet away, bare assed, with his hard cock poking up, a bit of pre-cum dripping down, making a thin threat, as it dripped into the thick hair covering his balls.
"Oh, that's great. Yeah," Mike whispered, as he zoomed in with his lens, focusing on my face. "This is really working, Jake. I'm getting some great shots."
Mike clicked off the lights, and handed me my half-drunk beer.
"Here's to some great pics, Jake," he said, clinking our bottles together. "Now, it's time for the main event."
Five
The cold beer felt good going down my throat, as I stood next to this naked bear of a man, as I admired the swirls of thick hair cascading down his chest onto his rippled belly. He was so relaxed about his own nakedness, his own lust, and even though we had only known each other for barely an hour, I felt at ease, comfortable with becoming his lover.
I drained the rest of the bottle, and Mike took me in his hard, muscular arms, his strength hard against me, his cock pushing stiffly against my own hard manhood, as he softly kissed me again.
"It's time to take me to bed now, Jake," Mike whispered, as he playfully thrust his hips into me. "I want you so bad right now."
He led me down the hall, to his bedroom, a massive king sized bed with large rough hewn bed posts. A large sliding glass door looked out into the back yard, a hot tub just off to the side of the door, and a waterfall splashed at the far end of the yard. The afternoon sun shined brightly into the room, as Mike took me in his arms again, kissing me deeply, his hands digging hard into my butt cheeks.
The naked iron worker pushed me gently back onto the bed, his strong torso now over me, as he once again kissed me deep, his tongue pushing my lips open, as he sucked and fondled my tongue with his tongue, his strong arms now on each side of me. I reached up to grasp his large biceps, feeling their firmness, their strength. My fingers explored his furry armpits, feeling the wetness of his sweat, the thick wet curls of his forested pits coarse against my fingertips.
I brushed and caressed his now hard nipples, feeling their tenderness, their heat, as I pulled and stroked the hard tips of the sensitive skin, as Mike moaned and sighed, responding to my attention to his horny body. His chest hair was damp, coarse, as I ran my fingers through his fur, feeling the softness of his skin and the hard, chiseled pecs of my lover.
I wanted him badly. My cock ached, begging for release, and I was overcome with my need to have this hairy bear of a man thrust his hard cock deep into my ass, filling me with his lusty power, taking me as I opened up for him to possess me with his hard strength. I wanted to hold his hairy chest hard against my own sweaty, hard chest, feeling his thick pelt of hair rub wetly against me, as his hips pummeled against my ass, pushing his hard manhood deep inside of me, again and again, until his balls erupted deep inside of me, drenching me with his manly fire hose of his jism. I wanted to hear his moans and his gasps, as his orgasm build deep inside of him, pushing against his balls, feeling his cock erupt inside of me as he panted my name, emptying his load.
He pulled back off of me, and reached over to the night table, grabbing a condom, ripping open the packet with this teeth.
"Here, put this on me, Jake. I want you now, and I'm going to take you," Mike said, his eyes now filled with lust, eagerness. His hard cock oozed in my hand, his juices oozing out of his piss slit with every beat of his heart.
My hands trembled, as I took the lube-coated latex from the packet, and hurriedly unfolded it over his thick, juicy cockhead, rolling his foreskin down below the corona of his cockhead, until the round bunch of rubber was nearly unfolded, until it pushed into the thick matt of hair curled at the base of his throbbing sword. I pulled against his butt cheeks, pulling him towards my hole, and felt his strength of his hard ass as he began to thrust and move against me.
Entering me, he slowly slid deep into me, stretching my butt hole and filling my chute with his thick, hot piston, his cockhead pushing past my prostate, sending yet another gush of my own pre-cum out of my cockhead. Mike moved up, fully taking me, now deep in my ass, his hard, hairy belly and his bush of thick, coarse pubes smothering my cock, pushing my balls up against the root of my manhood, as he began to thrust and push into me.
With each thrust of his hard, muscles hips, his hot, wet skin and thick hair rubbed against my own cock, sending me closer to my own climax, as Mike quickly found his rhythm inside of me, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks, a steady beat, the only sound in the room now, except for the grunts and soft pantings of the two naked men, making love.
My nostrils filled with the spicy smells of Mike's wet armpits, becoming riper, stronger, fueled by his heat and his lust, as he pounded away inside of me. My own armpits now drenched my thick fur, and my chest was soaked with our combined sweat, as I thrust up against Mike with each of his own thrusts, our hips finding their natural rhythm with each other. My hands gripped hard into Mike's biceps, my own climax coming closer, the tension in me building to the boiling point, as Mike's stroking of my own cock brought me to my own point of no return.
Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed as Mike pounded away above me, drenching both of us in our lusty sweat, the slaps of hairy wet balls and sweaty muscled arms and chests, and crotches thrashed and tore into each other, our gasps turning to grunting and loud moans and cries, our balls now high against our cocks, as our cum pushed against the last remaining fiber holding each of us from our explosions.
With a loud cry, Mike burst inside of me, a torrent of his cum shooting from his cock, filling the now hot rubber with his juice, the tip expanding thick inside of me, triggering my own explosion, my own jism shooting out of my cock, again and again, soaking our still pounding and rubbing hair across our groins and bellies, turning our sweaty bellies and chests into a well-greased slipping and sliding of hairy, smelly lovers exploding their seed.
The room quieted, our gasps turning to hard breathing, and, eventually, so soft breaths, as the sweat and cum began to dry on our still hot, hairy chests and groins. We lay side by side, our thighs wide against the sheet, our hearts still racing at the frenzy of our afternoon fuck. Mike's eyes were closed, as I looked over at my new lover's face, his moustache now sweaty, his whiskery, unshaven cheeks and chin shiny with sweat.
"I'm sure glad I ran into you at the diner, buddy."
Six
Mike pulled me off of the bed, into the large, two headed shower in the large bathroom next to his bedroom. He turned on the soothing jets of hot water, and we soon were exploring each other's cum-splattered, sweaty bodies. He kneaded my tender neck and shoulder muscles, draining the last of the week's work tensions.
I worked his thick, meaty shoulders and back muscles with my hands, soaping up his well-defined muscles and probing the thick hairy forest of his deep armpits, causing my lover to moan with delight, as we discovered new points of sensitivity in my man of steel.
Mike carefully washed and explored my now-soft cock, tenderly soaping the inside of my foreskin, and the well-fondled and stroked head of my cock. He washed and touched every inch of my willing body, setting afire a new round of lust inside of me, as I watched this strong, hairy guy eagerly wash and hold me under the hot torrent of water cascading down on our naked bodies.
We dried off quickly, and Mike knelt at my feet, pushing me back against the tiled wall, taking first one and then a second ball into his hot, wet mouth, his tongue gently caressing and holding my nuts inside of him. The hairs on my ball sack rubbed against his stubbly chin and his soft lips, my now again hard cock pushing against his moustache and his whiskery cheeks. My back arched, and I closed my eyes, my senses again overwhelmed at the jolts of electricity pulsing from my balls into my brain.
Mike's hands moved slowly up my belly, until his fingers found my wanting nipples, his calloused fingertips once again setting my tits on fire, as he pulled and fondled me, his lusty fire now again raging out of control across my chest, and deep in my balls.
This time, I did not wait long, and as soon as Mike swallowed my cock with his wet, eager mouth, I shot again, emptying my seed once more, this time deep into his hot mouth, my balls now hanging loose, drained, almost painfully so.
I looked down at my lover kneeling at my feet, my cock now slipping loosely, wet from his mouth, a single strand of my pearly cum dripping down into his stubbled chin, a single drop falling silent into the damp hair of his chest. Gasping, I unclasped my hands from Mike's naked shoulders, not realizing that I had gripped him deep into his muscles as I shot my second load deep into his mouth. His shoulders were red, impressions left of my fingers, as I had lost all sense of control when Mike sucked me deep and wet and hard.
Seven
We spent the rest of the day looking at Mike's photos, taking another round of photos of naked hairy men, and making love. This time, it was my turn behind the lens, and we soon had a long series of horny naked bears arranged in a well-laid out slide show. As we sipped a late night round of brandy, Mike set up the projector and computer, and we delighted in an hour long show of our photographic talents. Of course, this inspired a new round of love-making, this time Mike playing my initial role beneath the horny, sweating bear.
The next morning, we woke up early and headed for the gym. Mike had promises a vigorous workout, and he soon had me sweating, pumping iron and learning a new routine I could tell was going to work wonders for my fitness plan.
We had planned a day of hiking in the mountains, and headed back to Rich's cafe for a mid-morning breakfast before our hike.
Rich greeted us at the door with a big smile.
"Back again, huh?" he laughed. "You guys just can't seem to get enough." He turned to me and winked. "I told you that you guys had a lot in common."
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear