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The Hike to the Lake, Part 4
If Mark had been a farmer, we would have agreed that he had plowed the field well, thrusting his steel plow blade deep into the fertile soil, turning the sod, and changing the field from a dull, lifeless flat expanse of dirt and weeds, into long rows of fresh, exuberant soil, ready for the spring seeds, ready to come alive with new life.
But, we were fishermen, at least today, and we rejoiced in the well placed cast from Mark's sturdy, hard pole, the line slipping out under Mark's able casting, until the lure and the hook were well set in front of the fish, the large leaden balls placed expertly, just behind the lure, to get the maximum bounce with each flick of Mark's casting arm and wiggle of his pole.
He had fished well, his now softening cock slowly slipping, wet, from my well fucked ass, his balls drained through his expertly thrust cockhead, his condom tip full of his seed. Mark gripped the end of the latex, keeping his seed from splashing against my ass and my balls, as he pulled out from me. My ass cheeks and my hole still vibrated from his dance of love inside of me, and I could still feel the last twinges of his cumming against the inside of my ass and deep between my balls and my hole.
As Mark thrust his hairy, sweaty body above me, moaning as he shot his cum again and again into me, my own thick, hard cock exploded, shooting my own seed across my belly and my hairy, sweat-soaked chest. Both of us thrashed and railed against each other, as we climaxed by the lake shore, the late afternoon breeze cool against our fur, and our cum sprayed chests.
As our breaths returned to normal, we heard a hawk cry above us, and I looked around Mark's naked shoulders towards the blue sky, and saw the hawk circling high above us, signaling that we were in his territory. My nostrils filled with the strong smell of our sweat, our cum, and the fresh spruce and fir trees above us, and the wet, light aroma of the lake water. I was used to my own stench after a good fuck, and Mark's lusty sweat added his own strong, manly odor, mixing with my own sweat, and the cum now drying in the thick curls of my chest hairs.
Mark rolled away, and our matted hair pulled against each other's thick pelts, and there was a slight squishy and sucking sound as our wet, hairy skin pulled away from the other, and he rolled next to me, onto his back, his now limp cock making a soft splatting sound as it fell against his sweaty, furry belly.
"Quick a fuck for the first time," I whispered. "You're quite the stud."
"God, that was ...that was," Mark stammered.
"Yeah, so good there's no words."
I reached over to cup his warm balls in my hand, feeling his ball sack, relaxed in my fingers, his nuts still hard, as I again explored the source of all of his jism that he had just shot into me. His sack was large, overflowing my big hand, his thick, curly hairs soft and wet against my skin. I couldn't get enough of this guy, who, a few short hours ago, had shown up on my doorstep, crying into my shoulder.
I'd promised Mark a swim in the lake after lunch, and so, I pulled him up off the ground, bits of my cum still stuck to the thick hair of his chest, and the tips of his broad, reddish nipples, and led him along the lake towards the waterfall, and the deep pool at its base, where the granite ledge formed a perfect spot for diving into the pool. The water was crystal clear, and you could see every detail of the sandy bottom.
The sun was hot against my back and shoulders, and a swim would cool us off, and rinse off the afternoon's splashing of cum and sweat on our hairy chests, and our thick, pelted groins and drained cocks.
We dove into the water, cool against our balls and our butts, quickly chilling the sweaty forests of our armpits. We yelped and jumped and splashed like kids, playing grab ass and find the wienie and all the other silly games boys play when they are left alone just to be boys at the swimming hole. Laughing, we dove, and swam and whooped and hollered, until, finally, we dragged ourselves out of the cool water, to let the sun warm us up again.
Freed from the idea of any clothes, we lay back, spread-eagled on a flat rock near the falls, regaining our breath and feeling the sun dry us off, our bellies and chests and balls warmed by the warmth of the sun and the heat of the rock on our backs. Tufts of hair sprang back from their drenched, sopping wet thickets, as the sun beat down, beginning to lose its full strength as the evening drew near.
We talked of many things, sharing our lives and some of the intimate details of failed love affairs and relationships, and adventures we had as boys and as young men. Our talks were rich in details and intimacy, as we lay there, naked, and spent from Mark taking me in the ass for his very first time. After we had spilled each other's cum a couple of times, there was no barrier in telling each other our hopes, and our dreams, and our successes and our failures in our lives.
We grew closer, our macho driven emotional barriers now behind us, and Mark began to share his loneliness, his fears, and his sadness of the last year. Finally freed of the atmosphere of distrust and fear of his brother's house, Mark poured out his anger, his rage, and his sweet, sensitive feelings. I could feel the tension in his voice finally ease, as his heart opened up to me, as he let me inside of himself, finally ready to share his life with someone, openly and completely.
And, I too, opened up and spoke from my heart, sharing with Mark my own angers and rages and loves and heartaches, until he, too, had heard my story. And, in sharing with Mark, I heard words and thoughts come out of my own lips that I never thought I could speak out loud, let alone share with another man.
We rose to jump off the warm rock again, into the cool water, as the sun had warmed us to the point that sweat was pooling in the thick hair of our armpits and our groins, until we found ourselves again on the rock, splayed out like lizards, drying our furry legs and chests, and bearded faces, warming ourselves on the rock and in our now relaxed conversation.
Pausing for a bit, we listened to the soft cascade of the water falling from the ledge above us, the soft breeze through the limbs of the trees, and smelled the fresh mountain air, warm and with a hint of wild flowers. It was a comfortable silence, and I reveled in the intimacy and openness of the moment, feeling my lover next to me, his cock and balls open to the sky, his entire body open to the world and to me, relaxed, comfortable.
Mark rolled over towards me, now looking me deep in the eye.
"I've made a decision," he said, softly, but with a serious tone that had been missing in his voice until now.
"What's that?"
"I want to be your partner."
"Me, too."
"And," he added. "I want you to fuck me now. I want you in my ass, and I want you balls deep in me."
I laughed, taken aback by his two proposals.
"And, what if I say no?" I chuckled.
"You won't. Not after I'm done with you," Mark laughed, as he leaned over, and took my limp cock all the way into his mouth with a single slurp. He moved over me, quick as a cat, pinning me to the rock, his massive shoulders pushing hard into my thighs.
I lay happily helpless beneath him, his tongue slurping and fondling my now stiffening cock, as blood filled my manhood, sucked into my growing cockhead by my hairy naked fisherman. Suddenly again filled with lust, I answered him back, my cock nearly fully hard, as I felt his deep breaths hot against my balls, each time he thrust down my cock, the hairs of his moustache and goatee catching on the thick thatch of hair nesting under my cock and around my balls.
Feeling me fully hard, Mark pulled away from me, licking his lips with the taste of my now oozing cockhead, and rolled back, opening his thighs and spreading his butt cheeks, his beefy arms pulling me on top of him, until my cock was at the gates of his hole.
"Fuck me, now. Take me," he begged, his voice now lusty, deep, and raspy with his new found need.
I pushed into him, my cockhead starting to enter him, my nerves feeling the heat from his hole, feeling the quivering of the muscle guarding his chute from my hard invading sword. The tightness eased, and I moved into him a bit, the heat of his hole now surrounding my cockhead, pushing my foreskin down away from the head and off of the rim of the corona, until my very core of my manhood was now inside of my lover.
All of me, all of my being now, and there was only now, was focused on my cock. And everything important was there. There was nothing else. Just my cock and my need to be in Mark.
And I kept pushing, slowly, feeling his ass engulf me, bit by bit and then inch by inch, until, slipping and sliding down the wet tube of his ass, I was deep inside of him, my balls tight against his ass, my bush pushed up against his now tight balls. His heat, and his hunger surrounded me, drawing me even deeper into him, until, at last, we were united, one naked, sweaty, horny clump of manhood.
I looked down, down across his hard, hairy chest, seeing his nipples, now hard, tender, with beads of sweat breaking out under the thick curls of his hair, and along the stubble of his cheeks, his eyes filled with his hunger for the dance we were about to begin.
Mark grinned up at me, chuckling, as his breath deepened, his ass cheeks flexing and pumping against my cock, as he took my manhood even deeper inside of him.
"Give me ... everything ... you've got," he moaned, his eyes now closing, his ass cheeks gripping me hard, his meaty hands gripping my own ass, as he thrust up at me and pulled me inside of him at the same time.
I lost myself inside of him, never feeling this close, this tight with anyone before. Pumping into Mark, I found myself not wanting to, not needing to cum right away, but, instead, wanting to dance all afternoon, to relax, to enjoy myself, and to take myself to places I'd never been before with a lover.
For the first time, this wasn't about shooting my load or getting my rocks off, it was about singing my best notes, dancing my fanciest, my classiest steps, and taking my lover along for the ride, so that he, too, could dance his best and to let him show his stuff.
Time fell away, and we thrust and pulled back and moved around and slowed and sped up, never tiring of our dance, and our music. I felt Mark close in on his climax, and then felt him take us both away from that, as we changed our tempo and took ourselves to another place. And, then, he brought us back again, holding me close to him as we took him over the edge, until I felt him cum hard against my belly, his breathing ragged and full in my ear as he held me close.
And, I felt him ease me off, keeping me hard inside of him, not wanting the dance to end quite yet. And, in a minute, he pulled me against him, wanting me to dance again, wanting both of us to be taken to new places and to climb new heights. And, soon, he was hard again, underneath me. I felt him relax, wanting this coupling, this lovemaking to go on and on, and so it did.
We thrust and parried against each other for several more songs, until, at last, we both moved to take ourselves over the edge, and bring our dance to its inevitable, but long delayed ending. And then, soaked with our sweat, we came together, spilling our seed against each other, fully spent and fully united.
As we pulled away from each other, the sun had started to fall into the mountains, streaking the sky with a bright pallet of reds, oranges, and yellows. We took another quick splash in the lake, rinsing off our latest spurts and ropes of cum and thick, lusty sweat, and stood, arms around hard, muscular shoulders, watching the sun slip into the western mountains.
"I'm ready for dinner, partner," I whispered.
"Yeah, after we've had one hell of a dessert."
Copyright 2009, Oregon Bear