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The Hike to the Lake, Part 2
We showered together, Mark's first time washing and rinsing off another naked man. I took his hand and made sure he explored me from top to bottom, including washing my ass and underneath my foreskin. He blushed as his finger ran along the ridge of my half-hard cockhead, and as he soaped my ball sack with his other hand. Yet, he soon was eagerly scrubbing and rinsing my hairy body, giving me pleasure at the same time I was scrubbing his hairy face and thickly-haired chest, until the last of his cum was freed from his fur.
He moaned again as I tenderly washed his man juice from the inside of his foreskin, and thoroughly soaped and rinsed the thick bush of fur covering his groin and his heavy ball sack, as well as cleaning out his hole, as I pushed my soapy finger up inside of him. I had turned him around, as he stood under the hot torrent of water in the shower, pushing his legs apart, and exploring his butt cheeks and entering his hole with my wet, soapy fingers.
Soon, his cock rose again, more than half hard, as I massaged his prostate from both inside of his hole and along the tender skin between his balls and his hole. Mark, my new bearded lover, closed his eyes, savoring my attention to his most intimate parts, sighed as I kept up my attentions to every inch of his strong, manly body.
"You are a handsome man, Mark, and I'm going to teach you so many ways to love a man," I whispered, as my hands ran up and down the wet curls of his hairy chest, and into the thick forest of his armpits.
I ran my wet, soapy hands through his goatee and moustache, feeling the thick, coarse whiskers against my fingertips, and the rough, sandpapery texture of the stubble growing thickly along his jaw line and cheeks, and down to his Adam's apple, feeling the grain, the rough short hairs of what would soon become a soft, handsome beard.
I reached over and turned off the shower, as we were now squeaky clean, all of the soap and all of Mark's spurts of cum now rinsed off of our hairy selves. I took a towel and began to tenderly rub down Mark's torso, the skin red, glowing from the hot water and my scrubbings with my hands and the washcloth.
"Hmmm, you would look good in a full beard, Mark," I murmured, as my fingertips gently caressed his whiskery face. "Did you ever wear a full beard?"
"Oh, one summer during college, when I was fighting fires in Alaska," Mark replied. "No one on the crew shaved and, well, I liked having a beard. I guess I thought I'd be somewhat clean shaven when I worked as a professional."
"But, I've been thinking of letting my beard grow out again. I like the look, and, well, I've been admiring how good you look, Keith, with your full beard," Mark added. "There's a lot of things I admire about you, and the beard's one of them, especially how confident you always look around the office. "
"Of course, after this morning, you have a few more talents that I admire," he chuckled.
"Why don't you give it a week, Mark, and see how you look," I said. "I know I'd like to see a handsome bearded face around the house, and certainly in my bed."
"I'll take that as an offer to be your roommate, then," Mark said. "I think you'll find me able to meet almost all of your needs in a roommate, and as a lover."
"Well, then," I said, "that's settled. I was hoping my sexual talents were enough to keep you around for a while."
We both laughed, enjoying the banter, the light-hearted talk about sex, especially after the serious discussion when Mark first arrived.
He grabbed another towel and began to dry me off, paying special attention to my cock and balls, and my ass.
"You're quite a man, Keith, really well built," Mark whispered, his hands now cupping my balls and running along my growing cock, some of his fingers combing through the thick black hair half hiding my ball sack.
"There's going to be plenty of time for you to explore me this afternoon, Mark," I replied. "I'll let you have your way with me when we get to the lake."
"Well, like you said this morning, Keith. You like to be direct with people when it comes to sex. And, right now, I want to have my way with you, and give you at least some of the pleasure that you gave me on the couch," Mark said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I don't have much experience with all of this, but I'll give it my best effort."
He took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, turning me around and pushing me back onto the bed, until my naked thighs were high on top of his shoulders, his face deep in my crotch. Eagerly, he cupped my balls, and began to slowly massage my balls through the hairy, wet skin of my ball sack, now relaxed and loose from our time in the shower.
"Keith, I need this, as much as you do," my lover said. "It's always been hard for me to take the initiative when it comes to sex, and, well, I'm on new territory here. Let me try something new, at least for me."
I wasn't sure what sort of tiger I had released from the cage this morning, but I was willing to go along with him, especially when I felt the warmth of his mouth begin to surround my balls, his tongue slowly fondling and caressing my full, needy nuts. My cock soon throbbed its agreement, hot blood now pulsing into my manhood, raising my cock until it stood hard, urgent, pointing its head towards my chest, my cockhead rubbing against the stubble of Mark's cheek.
This man now had me by the balls, and I was loving every moment, watching him learn to give me a new lesson in the art of loving a man. I lay back, looking down over my hairy chest, over the fur thick between my nipples, the skin now damp with my lusty sweat, as my new lover sucked and pulled on my balls and began to run his eager tongue the length of my hard cock.
I tugged on Mark's shoulders and hips, moving him around, and, soon, maneuvered him over me, so that his now stiff cock was poised above my own eager, hungry mouth, his large ball sack hanging over my face, so that my world was mostly the sight of my lover's hard cock and furry groin, a bit of his pre-cum now oozing from his cockhead, a threat of silvery liquid falling delicately onto my moustache.
Reaching up, I caressed his hard cock with my fingers, bringing his joystick to my lips, where I took him into my mouth, feeling his wet excitement, feeling his heat, his newfound lust. Once again, I tasted him, feeling his now-familiar cock again in my mouth, my own suckling of his cock mirroring Mark's thrusts and sucking of my cock, now embedded in his mouth.
Together, we found our rhythm, feeding on each other's lust, each other's desire to feel our stiff cocks pounding and thrusting into each other, feeling our cum rise in our balls, ready, eager to explode into each other, finding our climax. Yet, aching to contain our thrusts, to savor the hot, horny joy of almost cumming, but not quite there, not quite ready to explode. My own agony teetered on the edge of my cliff, until, with a strong thrust of my hips, I exploded deep in Mark's wet, thrusting mouth, my seed shooting with great jets of that strange mix of pain and joy and agony, until I was drained, spent.
In the midst of my own explosion, I heard Mark moan, his deep voice vibrating against my cock, as his own cock shot deep into my mouth, filling me once again with his seed, filling my mouth, and spilling out, soaking my beard and Mark's thick fur surrounding his balls and his thick cock.
Once again, sweat mixed with cum, our thrustings and thrashings rubbing sweat and cum and curly wet hair into a thick, gooey mixture. The room filled with the hot spicy stench of manly sex, sweat, cum, and the hot, citrusy burst of armpits and crotches and furry chests at the height of sexual ecstasy. Two horny men, spurting jism, thrashing and moaning, and gasping for breath, until the room quieted, our cocks spent, the last gobs of sperm running from our cocks onto our balls, and down our hairy thighs.
Mark hugged me close, his head on my chest, as he listened to my calming heartbeat, his stubbled face deep into my sweaty fur, one hand fondling my nipple, the other hand cupping my drained balls.
I felt him sigh, his body relax, all of the tension in his muscles now eased, as we savored the quiet in the room, the only sound our now regular breathing, and our quieting beating of our hearts.
"I think I'm ready for that hike, now, Keith."
Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.