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The Men of the Mountain Inn, Part 2
After Hank and I had rumpled the sheets, bounced the springs, and pushed the headboard of the king sized bed hard against the wall with our sucking and thrusts of our butts, soaking our faces and our crotches with our collective jism, I rolled over, laying next to my furry lover man, and we listened to the gusty winds of the snowstorm and the crackling of the fire.
We soaked up the quiet, after expending our lustful energies and fluids, temporarily satiating our cocks; Hank moved over to the small table by the fireplace and refilled our wine glasses. We sat by the fire, enjoying the flames and the flickering light from the fire across our still damp chests and shoulders, our cum drying among the thick hairs of our chests, our balls, and even a few strands of jism that had dripped out of our mouths onto my furry chin and the stubble of Hank's chin. Even his moustache had a bit of my cum caught in the curly hair across his lip.
"There's that line from that Alan Jackson song, 'I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm as good as I ever was,' "Hank chuckled, his deep voice moving into humming the melody of the tune.
"Oh, you're as good as you ever were, that's for sure," I replied.
We sipped the rest of the wine, enjoying our silence, and feeling the power of the storm, until we both began to yawn. I blew out the candle and we slipped under the covers, holding each other in our arms, drifting off to sleep.
I woke the next morning, bright light filling the room, and looked out to see the entire forest frosted with a thick blanket of snow, covered with a glaze of ice. Some trees were bent over from the ice storm, and the road was almost obscured by the snow and the ice. No tracks were to be seen on the road, and there was no sign of any traffic. My nose picked up the faint odor of fresh coffee, and I quickly threw on my jeans and my shirt and padded barefoot out the door, down the hall and down the stairs to the bar.
I was met by the sight of Hank filling a large mug with fresh hot coffee, and Jake hoisting another large mug to his whiskered lips.
"Morning, Tom," they said.
"Sleep well, did ya?" Hank asked, winking at me.
I nodded. "Yeah, with a little help from you."
Hank and Jake burst out laughing, and Jake looked over at me with a big grin on his face.
"I've been listening to Hank brag about your swordsmanship last night," he said. "Seems like you have quite a reputation with our bartender friend."
I blushed a bit, not knowing what to say, realizing that there were no secrets at the Inn this morning. I chuckled a bit, nodding, and broke out in a smile, and lifted my mug to my lips, savoring the smell of Hank's rich coffee.
"Well, your reputation precedes you, too, Jake. I hear you're no slouch in that department either."
"You boys willing to put your money where your mouths are, so to speak?" Hank laughed. "I'm betting we could have quite a good time this mornin', seein' who can please who the most. The storm's closed the highway good and tight, and the Inn's closed until at least tomorrow. Even the chef can't make it up here. So, we've got the whole day to amuse ourselves."
Jake nodded. "I'm feeling a bit left out, boys. I pooped out pretty early and you boys had quite a bit of fun without me. Now, I'm rested and ready to take on both of you, if you're up to it."
We laughed, enjoying his pun, and settled down to enjoy our coffee, each of us dreaming a bit of what adventures were ahead of us this morning, as we got to know each other a little better.
"I'll go fire up the sauna and get it nice and hot for us," Hank said. "That's a great way to get to know each other and my room's close by there, in case we need something bigger to play in."
He left us with a big refill on the coffee, leaving Jake and I to carry on the conversation.
"I'm usually not quite this ....," I stammered.
"Yeah, well me either, but Hank's a special guy, and if he's come up with this idea, well, then, I'm willing to give it a try," Jake said. "Besides, I'd have seduced you anyway by the time the day was over. I wanted you the first time I set eyes on you last night. You're my kind of man."
I grinned, looking at Jake's deep blue eyes, his handsome face framed nicely by his neat full moustache and goatee. "Right back at ya, Jake. And, I think we've got a lot more in common that just wanting to fall into bed together. And, that's what's nice about all ....this."
"Besides, we'll both have something more to write about by this evening," I chuckled.
Hank walked in on us as we were chuckling. "Well, you guys are getting more friendly. At least you've kept your clothes on this long. Not like Tom here last night. He couldn't wait to strip off my shirt."
"Well, you started to strip me first," I replied, trying to appear to defend my virtue. "Once I saw your furry chest, I was a goner."
"No, you were more of a cummer, and a good one at that," Hank retorted.
"Now boys, be nice to each other. We'll soon have a rematch to see who cums first, and I'll be the judge of that," Jake chuckled, leading us in another round of laughter.
Hank moved our conversation into the kitchen, where we were soon hard at work slicing up the fixings for omelets, and, in no time, we spread our feast out on one of the dining room tables, eating omelets and toast, and washing down the meal with another pot of coffee. As we ate, we looked out the massive window towards the mountain, still shrouded in thick clouds. Another snow squall had moved in, until the valley was again hidden by swirls of snow.
Jake soon turned our conversation into a long discussion of oral sex techniques, giving a rather clinical talk on the mechanics of the male orgasm and the nerve centers of a man's crotch. He sprinkled his talk with a few anecdotes and jokes. I liked this man more and more, a man relaxed and comfortable in his skin, talking about sex openly and matter of fact with two men, one of whom he'd screwed a number of times, and another he had barely met, but was already inviting me to make love with him, and to satisfy my innermost lusts and desires.
"All talk and little action," Hank mumbled. "How about we move this party down to the sauna and get a little more relaxed. Besides, Jake hasn't shot his load yet, and he's probably about ready to burst. And, I know Mr. Cum Again over there is always ready for some action," he added, chuckling at my expense.
As we passed the bar, Hank grabbed a bottle of champagne and a carton of orange juice, and three large wine glasses. "Mimosas, you know. You get thirsty after being in the sauna for a while."
The heat of the sauna probed deep into the tight muscles of my shoulders and back, still tense from yesterday's drive up the canyon. I leaned back against the cedar planks of the sauna, letting the heat dig deep into me, unwinding all of the stress and strain of the last several months, loosening up my muscles, and drawing out all the poisons. Soon, my armpits were wet with sweat, and a drop rolled down my chest, wetting the thick hair on my pecs.
I looked over to Jake, admiring his well developed, muscular body, thick swatches of black and gray hair covering his chest, a trail of curls running down his belly into the thick fur of his crotch. A fat cock lay against his thigh, and his big balls, relaxed in this heat, pushed up the base of his cock, making a tempting mouthful of raw meat. He was open about his body, his sex, and splayed open his thighs, his arms laying across the edge of the highest bench in the sauna, his furry pits exposed, wet with sweat.
"You're a good lookin' man, Tom," Jake said. "You've kept yourself in shape, and you look good enough to eat. I can sure see what got Hank all excited last night."
"My eyes are happy looking at you," I shot back. "I'm heating up all over just looking your way."
When we began to sweat heavily, Hank pulled us out of the heat and across the hall to an outside door, and pushed us, yelling and laughing, into the snow. We rolled and frolicked in the ice and the snow, our skins red, steam rising from our shoulders, our butts, and even our cocks, as the heat mixed with the cold, the shock of the contrast tingling our skin and cooling our sweaty chests and pits. A snowball fight began, globs of cold and wet splatting against our bodies, ice flying everywhere, until we fell into a heap of red skin, icy sweat, and wet fur.
We raced back inside, hungry for the heat of the sauna again, our faces and butts and chests still red from the battle between the heat and the snow. Hank began talking about Jake's favorite positions and movements when they fucked, going into detail about Jake's thrusts and moans as he climaxed, and Jake's expertise with his mouth and tongue as he could keep Hank right on the edge of cumming for minutes at a time, until Hank thought he'd go insane.
Hank delighted in teasing Jake, giving Jake a bit of his own medicine after Jake's more clinical discussions of blow jobs, until we were all laughing and grabbing our sides, at Hank's jokes and stories.
The heat grew intense again, sending another wave of sweat and relaxation across our chests and shoulders, until the heat drove us out, and into the snow to cool off. Another snow ball fight ensued, with Hank being the worse for wear, after his teasing of Jake. The wind gusted again, sending us scurrying inside, and to the shower. There, we stood under the roaring jets of water, as we soaped up and scrubbed away the grime that the heat of the sauna had raised to the surface of our pale, wintry skin.
Jake and Hank moved over to me, washing me down with practiced fingers and hands, tenderly rubbing and scrubbing me over every inch of me, surrounding me in a steady rhythm of water and soap and touching. Turning off the water, then patted me dry with a thick towel, paying close attention to my thick nipples, my armpits, and, finally, my cock and my balls. Never had I been the receiver of such attention, such affection to my most intimate parts, and my cock responded by quickly rising to its full length, my balls filling with cum again.
I closed my eyes, unable to take in more into my brain than the fondlings of my chest, my balls, and my hard cock by these two naked men, masters of pleasure, as they drove me forward, until I was moaning, wanting my release and wanting them to hold me more, to touch me again and again, and to take me to even higher levels of delight.
I leaned back, against the wall of the shower, as two mouths, two tongues and countless fingers and hands explored and caressed every crevice, every hair of my body, moving at random across my chest, and under my arms, and in my butt crack and around my balls and over and around the head of my throbbing, aching cock. My balls rose hard against the root of my cock, my nipples stiff, hard, my armpits now filled with new, lusty sweat. My breath was tight, hard against my chest, as I gasped and fought for air, unable to bear the sweet agony of my aching cock, my hard balls, my cum building hard between my hole and my balls. Lips found my aching tits and pulled and sucked, as other lips pumped and lazily touched my piss slit, until my brain could only think of cumming, of my release, yet wanting to go on with this dance without end.
The conflict ended with a tug of bearded lips against my balls, and bearded lips sucking on my nipple, my cock exploding in a torrent of cum shooting hard into something wet and tight, a meaty hand hefting my balls in their furry sack, a finger pushing against the nerves between my balls and my hole. My shouts echoed hard against the walls of the shower, my cries of relief rising deep from my chest, sweat pouring down my ribs from the thick hair of my armpits, until I could only stand by leaning against a furry, hot chest, thick, muscled arms propping me upright against the wall.
I slowly came back to life, opening my eyes to find Jake looking deep into me, his blue eyes sparkling with affection, with care. He leaned into me, his beard mingling with my own whiskers, as he gently kissed me.
"Not bad for the first cum of the day."
Copyright 2009, Oregon Bear