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The Men of the Mountain Inn, Part 3
After our time in the sauna and the snow ball fight, and our long hour of lovemaking in Hank's big bed, we finally cleaned up and took a brief tour of the inn, making sure last night's blizzard didn't cause any damage to the century old building. Another squall moved in during the morning, dumping another four inches of snow, making sure no one would be coming up the road the rest of the day.
I grabbed my writing tablet and the rough drafts of my writings and curled up by the fire in the great hall, and began to make some revisions. The place was quiet, only the crackling of the fire providing me a nice background to my thoughts, as I wrote.
Jake settled in at a nearby table, soon lost in his own writing, and I glanced over occasionally, watching him work, the bright, snow lit light streaming through the big window overlooking the valley glinting on his goatee, and the tufts of silky hair covering his chest, poking out of his flannel shirt. My cock stirred a bit, as I thought back at the morning's lust-filled session in the sauna, my ass still feeling the thick, wet cock of this handsome rancher, as he moaned and thrust deep into me, until he filled me with a thick spurt of his seed. My ass cheeks still tingled with the feel of his hairy, hard body against me, while Hank sucked my cock deep into his mouth. My two lovers taking me completely, until I came hard inside of Hank, and, at the same time, Jake filling my ass with jism.
Soon, I was lost in my work, fully absorbed, until I felt the nearness of a large figure that blocked some of the light coming through the window. I looked up, seeing Jake standing in front of me, a glass of whiskey and soda on the rocks in his hand.
"Time for a break, Tom," he said. "You've been working there for about two hours, and you need a drink."
Grinning, I took the offered glass out of his hand, and we clinked our glasses together, the whiskey feeling cold and smooth across my tongue, the rich meld of flavors tasting earthy and almost sweet, smoothed a bit by the soda.
"Cheers," I replied. I looked into his deep steel blue eyes, warm and inviting, his lips moved into a smile, behind his thick goatee and moustache. Here was a man I could grow to love and treasure. Handsome, in a rugged way. His kindness and tenderness seen in the tanned face, and his warm smile.
We sipped our drinks, lapsing into silence, as we looked out across the valley at the trees, heavy with snow, and the drifts of snow filling the road and blanketing the yard and the parking lot with fluffy prisms of ice, glinting in the brief stretch of sunshine, in between bands of heavy clouds that kept moving in.
Jake set his now empty glass down on the window ledge and moved close to me, taking my glass out of my hand and pulling me into his arms. He held me close, and I felt his warmth through his shirt and against me, his breath warm, and whiskey tainted.
"Time for you and me to get to know each other a little better," he whispered. "Just you and me now. We need our own time."
He kissed me softly, his goatee rubbing into my beard, his whiskers soft and curly against me. I could smell his spicy, earthy smell rising from his armpits, mixed with the whiskey, and a bit of the smoke from the fire. The great room was quiet, and his warmth and closeness gave a jolt to my already rising cock, tight now in my jeans. His own crotch was pushing against my cock, and I could feel his own heat, his own hardness through the cloth.
Without really thinking, I realized I wanted this man and I wanted to make love to him. I'd never felt so free to be with someone I hadn't really known before, but with Jake, it was like we'd known each other forever, the first time I'd seen him.
Jake ran one of his large hands down the back of my shirt, tight against the muscles along my spine, and down to my ass, where he stroked and gripped my cheeks, pulling me tighter against him, our cocks now pushed against each other. He pulled the cloth of my shirt up, until the shirt tail was out, loose around my waist. His hand moved up again, underneath my shirt, and over my back, soft and gentle. His fingers were warm as he explored the skin of my back, and then, moving down, his hand came between us, firm against my jeans, as he felt my growing cock and my now hungry balls. His heat raised my own temperature, my brain now only thinking of our coupling, of making love to this handsome cowboy man.
Trembling, I began to slowly unbutton Jake's shirt, feeling the coarse hairs of his chest between my fingers, and his heat, as I opened the shirt, one button at a time, his smell rising a bit in my nose, with every opened button. I pulled his shirt off of his hard, thick shoulders, watching his hard, hairy pecs and his tender, sweet nipples appear, as the shirt fell to the floor. My eyes took in the swirls of black and gray hair, that danced across his chest and his firm belly, and under his arms, and the whiskers of his chin and moustache, and the stubble that covered his tanned cheeks and firm jaw.
My hands followed my eyes, as I explored every inch of his naked chest and shoulders, playing with his hairs, and stroking and fondling his tender nipples. He sighed, his eyes closing with pleasure, as I ran my thumb across his nipple, and stroked the thick tufts of fur surrounding the pink, hard nubs.
I ran my fingers down his belly, to his waist, and below, cupping his balls and feeling the hardness of his cock, then moving to free his belt from his pants, so that I could strip him naked and take him right there. I wanted him so badly, to feel his thick, hard, wet cock in my mouth, to feel the pulse of his blood as I pushed down on him, filling my hungry mouth with his manhood, feeling his heat, his need to explode. I wanted to feel the thick hair around his balls in my beard, as I sucked his cock, raising his cum and draining his balls, wanting to hear him moan and cry again, as he came deep inside of me.
His belt soon gave away and I quickly unzipped his jeans, exposing the soft fabric of his shorts, and the damp heat rising from where his cock was pushing hard against the cloth, a rich, wet spot marking the tip of his cock. In a moment, he stood naked before me, his thick cock hard, pushing away from the thick pelt of hair filling his crotch and covering his balls, his naked butt cheeks and firm belly and strong chest standing before me, naked, bare, and open to my mouth and my eager fingers.
The clouds broke a bit, and sunlight streamed into the room, bright and hard against the hair on his face and his chest, and shining bright on his stiff cock and fat, cum-filled balls. I had to blink a bit, the light being so strong, as he stood before me, waiting for me to take him.
Jake pulled me close to him, kissing me hard, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. He sucked and pulled on my tongue, gripping my ass cheek with one hand, and running his other hand up my shirt, fondling and stroking my nipples through the cloth, until jolts of lust moved across my chest and into my brain.
I wanted this man so bad now, as if I hadn't been with anyone for years. Now, even after making love with Jake last night, and our three way romp this morning, I felt my balls now full of cum, my cock eager to explode. I'd never been this horny, this fulfilled and never felt so satisfied and drained, yet wanting to make love again and again. My whole being now seemed to exist only for lovemaking, for being taken and to take another man, another two men. I couldn't get enough and I didn't want it to stop.
Slowly, Jake began to unbutton my flannel shirt, pulling at the buttons, giving a bit of air to my now damp chest, and my wet armpits. He pulled and stroked at my hair, feeling the heat in the thickest part of my fur, between my nipples, now thick with my lustful sweat. My heart beat hard in my chest, and I could feel my blood run fast, pulsing in the fiery end of my cock, with every beat. Now, Jake's wet, hot mouth was sucking at my nipples, my shirt somewhere on the wood floor of the lodge, as his hands pulled and yanked at my belt and my jeans. Quickly, he stripped me of my pants and my boxers, until I stood before him, bare assed, hard, and hungry.
His hands, his chest, his furry crotch and his hard, urgent manhood were hard and warm against me, taking me into his arms until he was everywhere with me and I was everywhere with him, until we became a two headed beast, with four arms and four legs and two cocks buried deep into wet, bearded mouths. We held nothing back, we became lost in our lust, as we stroked and pushed and sucked, and fondled and gripped and fucked; until we became one, riding hard with each other, finding our rhythm, losing any sense of time or place; until we moved and fucked as one.
I could feel our rhythm, hips and shoulders and cocks finding our song, his cock filling my mouth and his thick hair mashed hard and wet against my beard, soon mixing with him long shots of jism exploding from the wide, hot head of his cock, filling my mouth and spilling out into my beard and his crotch, smearing my lips and his crotch with his cum, filling my nostrils with the rich, yeasty stench of his seed.
And, at the same time, my own cock exploded deep inside of him, setting fire to my balls and my crotch and my chest and my whole being, as I came, again and again, inside of his wet, hungry mouth, his hands digging hard into my ass as I tensed and shot and tense and shot again and again, until I lay exhausted and spent in his arms. Our sweat mingled and dripped, dripping out of our furry pits down our chests and into each other, mixing with our cum and the faint smoke from the burning fir and cedar in the fireplace. The deep baritone of my heart beat finally calmed, the blood no longer pounding in my ears and in my cock, and I heard Jake breathe deep and let out a contented sigh.
I opened my eyes, watching yet another squall moving in, thick flakes swirling in the sky and flying past the window.
"Looks like we're gonna be snowed in for quite a while. Good thing we have a lot of things to do today."
Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear