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The Hike to the Lake, Part 5
We watched the sunset, our naked bodies cooling after the passion of the late afternoon, after Mark had pulled my hard, hungry cock deep into his ass, begging me to fuck him, to have a man take his ass for the first time. He had spread his muscular thighs wide, his large, fat balls shiny with horny sweat, his hard cock pulsing with the beat of his heart, as he pulled on my shoulders, pulling me on top of his sweaty, hairy chest.
"Take me, Keith," he moaned. And, slowly, I had entered him, my hard cock with its swollen, red head pushed against his hole, my foreskin sliding down, baring the rim of my cockhead, until just my cockhead and Mark's asshole connected us. I could feel his heat, his tightness against my cock, and the slight give in his hole, as I began to slide into him. He gripped me tight, and then relaxed, letting the full length of my manhood slide deep inside of him, until my balls slapped against his butt cheeks.
We had danced, slowly at first, then, as Mark gripped my butt cheeks, we picked up the pace, the fur on our chests rubbing hard and slick against each other, as we sweated and panted to our climax, until we had shot our thick ropes of cum, until my seed was firmly planted inside of my new lover. As I was shooting my jism deep inside of his ass, Mark's cock exploded again, sending long stringy wet globs of jism across his belly and against our sliding, slick chests.
Now, we sat up, our naked butts planted on the rock on which we had just fucked, where Mark had lost the virginity of his ass hole. We regained our breath and let the sweat and cum dry across our bellies and chests. A breeze cooled our sweaty pits, and Mark put his well-developed arm across my back, holding me tight to him.
"This is what I've always dreamed of," he whispered, a tear running down his cheek into the stubble of his jaw, and dripping into his goatee. "I'm so glad you were the first....the first man I've had."
I hugged him tight, knowing that my seed was planted deep inside of him, his asshole now tender and oozing a bit of my cum, as he came down from the high of his first orgasm with a man inside of his ass, the first time he had fully given himself to another, when he had cum from the thrusts of a hard cock pumping hard deep inside of him.
"You're quite a lover, Mark. And, we have the night and the rest of our lives to share with each other. This is only the beginning," I replied.
We took another dive into the pool, and strolled back to the camp, our bellies growling with hunger after our afternoon of sucking and fucking by the lake. Soon, we were busy frying up several of the trout we had caught, and cooking up some pasta and Alfredo sauce for our lakeside dinner. I fetched a nice pinot noir out of my pack and poured us a couple of glasses of the wine.
The breeze had turned a bit cool, and so we reluctantly put on the jeans and sweatshirts I had packed. I had been enjoying Mark's muscular, hairy body all afternoon, yet I was still able to admire his well-built ass cheeks in his jeans and the nice package of his balls and sweet cock. And, it was certainly not the last sight of his ass I'd see today, as our two sleeping bags were already zipped together, big enough for two to spend the night.
Soon, the summer stars begin to appear, and we heard the loud hoot of an owl in the woods. Several pairs of loons had landed on the lake, and their mournful cries added a new orchestra to accompany us as we savored our dinner, the fresh trout and the Alfredo nicely accompanied by the wine.
"You've made me very happy," Mark said, as I was refilling his glass with the bottom half of the wine. "I still can't believe how lucky I am. I never knew what it was like to make love, real love, and not just have a quick blow job in some seedy bathroom stall in some dive. You've given me a whole new world."
"And you deserve all of this, Mark. This is what real love is. Two men, enjoying each other for what they really are."
We sipped the last of the wine in silence, watching more stars appear, and watching the first light of the full moon rise in the east, sending beams of pale, platinum moonlight through the forest, turning the woods into a series of abstract monographs.
As the moon rose over the trees, filling our camp with the full strength of the moon, I reached over and kissed Mark on his furry lips. My arms circled his broad shoulders, and I pulled him tight to my chest, feeling the warmth of his pecs and broad shoulders through our sweatshirts, my mind's eye seeing his rich, broad nipples, the sworls of hair across his chest, and the thick curls of hair running down his belly into his thickly furred crotch, where his fat cock and heavy balls lay, ready for my tongue.
"And now, my lover," I whispered, "It's time for my wish today. I want you to fuck me. I want your fat, thick cock shoved hard up my ass; I want your balls bouncing off my butt, and I want to feel you cum deep inside of me."
"But,...I've...I've never done that. I don't know if I ..... It...It wouldn't be ... I couldn't," Mark stammered.
He pushed me away, turning his head down, a deep sob rising from his chest, a torrent of tears now streaming down his face.
Sniffling, he sobbed, "I'm not any good. I couldn't make you happy. I...I wouldn't know what to do ....right."
I let him sob and sniffle for a bit; he clearly needed to let loose of his feelings that had been pent up for a while. As his sobbing eased a bit, I came up behind him, and held him close, putting my arms around his waist, my face nuzzling him around his neck and stubbled cheek.
"You were pretty good this afternoon," I said. "You made me cum and you came a couple of times, too, if I remember correctly. My cock is always excited to see you. You're a damn good fuck, and I'm gonna insist that you fuck me tonight."
"Besides, it's Saturday night, and you're the only date in town," I added.
Mark chuckled, and began to grin. "Well, if you look at it that way, I guess you're pretty desperate to get laid, if you're picking me up."
We both broke out into a laugh, which soon grew to a guffaw and then an all hands belly laugh, as the absurdity of our words caught up with us and the tension eased from Mark.
"You'll have to teach me, oh Great Stud," he finally said, as our laughter grew quiet. "I promise to be a good student."
We held each other tight, as I brushed his tears away from his cheeks, and kissed him again, softly. I ran my fingers through his moustache and goatee, and along the stubble of his jaw and cheeks. The two day old beard was feeling a little scratchy, but I knew he'd look real good in a full beard.
"This beard is coming along pretty nicely," I said. "Give it some time and you'll look even more handsome than you do now."
Mark nodded. "I've wanted to grow a full beard for some time, but I've never felt anyone really cared about how I looked, ...until you."
"Well, you're gonna be sharing my bed from now on, partner, and I want to wake up every morning to this manly bearded face. Besides, if you don't shave in the morning that gives me more time to give you a blow job before breakfast."
"Oh, you better plan on more time than it takes to shave," Mark chuckled. "Your tasty cock is gonna get a workout every day, too."
"Well, daily exercise is important," I replied.
We stripped off our clothes and crawled into our sleeping bags, taking a minute to admire the moonlight shimmering on the lake, and to watch the silvery moonlight on the mountains. The shadows of the loons were silhouetted on the lake, and our neighbor, the owl, continued his occasional song.
Mark was an eager student, and we took it slow. Our horniness of the afternoon had been somewhat eased by our sixty-nining by the lake and my taking of his virgin ass hole as the sun began to set. Now, we had both relaxed, and we were willing to take our time. Not that we weren't eager, as both of our cocks were already hard, already oozing pre-cum, as we snuggled into the thin flannel liners of the sleeping bags.
I took Mark's hands on a slow, rambling tour of my body, showing him every crevice, every nerve, every place where I could experience pleasure from another man's slow, tender touch. He was an eager student, and yet, there were times I had to slow him down, to make him focus on what he was feeling and what I was feeling, and how a man's body could really respond to the love of another man.
And, when he had thought the lessons were done, and he had explored every inch, every part of me, I invited him to take me on my own tour of his naked, hairy body. He blushed, and I could see, in the moonlight, his cheeks turn red.
"I never.... Oh, God, ...this is so new to me. I don't really know myself well enough to show you..," Mark stammered.
"Then, it's time, Mark. It's time you honored yourself by getting to know your own body," I whispered. "We have all night, and I'm hungry for you. I want a full course meal tonight, and we are still just on the appetizers."
We renewed our studies and Mark proved to be an able student, and an able teacher about his own body. We worked slowly, but thoroughly, as his fingers took me to his furry chest, his tender, hot nipples, the dark, damp crevices of his armpits, where I explored the thick tufts of coarse, dark hair, smelling of must, of fresh, horny sweat, and the aroma of my lover man.
Taking our time, as the moon climbed higher over the mountains, and the stars turned a bit around the North Star, Mark took me down his belly, and around his hips, his firm butt cheeks, and that special, private area of his hole, his ball sack, and the soft line of skin that ran down the center of his ball sack and back to his hole. He took me across his ball sack, hefting and caressing his nuts, feeling their weight, feeling the pressure of his sperm, as it gathered under his balls, waiting to explode once again through his throbbing, aching cock.
He unwrapped a condom, his fingers shaking a bit with his lust, and, together, we slowly unfolded it across the wide head of his manhood, and down his silky, steel-hard shaft, to the thick tufts of hair nestling his cock and curling across the top of his balls. His breath deepened, and then slowed, as we moved slowly, taking our time, building his lust, his hunger.
Finally, when Mark said that he was ready, ready now to take his first man and to fuck me in my ass, I moved around, crouching, my thighs spread wide, giving him my ass, opening myself wide for his sword to thrust deep inside of me, to take me, to make me his lover, his mate, in every sense. I leaned forward, putting the weight of my shoulders, my chest, onto my arms, open for Mark to mate with me now.
He slid up against me, the only sound of our camp being his deep breaths, and the far off cries of the occasional loon. A coyote howled in the distance, soon joined by the rest of the pack, the sound of their sorrows and their power echoing off of the other mountains and the lake. When they had finally quieted, Mark pushed up next to my naked butt, and I felt the coarse hairs of his belly and his groin against the downy hair of my naked ass, and the head from his rigid cock, warming the skin of my butt crack, my balls, and my hole.
I felt his hand, now touching his cock, guiding it towards me, centering Mark's cockhead towards my hole, and, finally, against it. Hard, slippery, hot. Mark breathed a deep breath, and then moved forward, his manhood now beginning to enter me, to slip hard inside of me, until me made me his mate, until his consummated his lust, his taking of me, for his first time.
His hands now moved up my back and around and under me, fondling once again my fiery, hard tits, stroking the wet fur across my chest, and finally resting on my shoulders. His fingers gripped me, digging into the muscles of my shoulders, as I felt him hard and needy, his hands now reverberating with his lust, with the beginnings of the thrusts of his hips, as he planted his cock deep inside of me.
A breeze cooled my balls, swinging free now under my own hard cock, and I felt Mark's furry balls swing against my own balls, his cock now buried deep in my ass. My chute gripped him tightly, my ass feeling his hardness, his heat, and the wetness of him deep inside of me.
Slowly, he began to push deep, then pull back, finding his rhythm, beginning to climb to his own special mountain, and to reach his climax. As he thrust, I could hear and feel his breath catch, the nerves of his cock sending his brain jolts of that pleasure that a man only knows from being inside another man, and I recognized the age old sounds of a man lost in his mating, his gut-deep expression of his true manhood, his essence.
With each thrust, with each swing of his balls against my own, I felt him move a bit closer to the edge of his own cliff. His belly rubbed slowly over my ass, picking up speed with each thrust, with each moan that escaped from his bearded mouth. My mind's eye saw his hard, thrusting butt push hard into me, his back muscles rippling, his thighs hard with need, the dampness of his furry armpits glistening in the moonlight, his balls dancing and swaying, as he took me by the side of the lake tonight.
The moon bathed us with its bright light, our combined shadow dancing next to us, a two headed creature, swaying and thrusting into itself, moving to the soft rhythm of balls swaying and slapping wetly into each other, of hairy belly pushing into hard butt cheeks, of hard fingers gripping damply into my shoulders.
The coyote howled again as Mark exploded deep inside of me, his cock thrashing and his balls now hard up against my cheeks with his final thrusts. His gasps and moans, and his shout joining with the coyote, as their combined cry sounded across the lake in the midnight stillness. Again and again, his cock shot deep inside of me, until, with a deep sigh, he slid out of me, exhausted, spent. His strong, furry chest heaved, and the sweat in the thick patch of curls between his hard nipples was shiny, hot in the silver light. He smelled rich, spicy, his manly sweat filling my nostrils with his special smell of a strong man, a satisfied, spent lover.
Reaching over, I slid the rubber off of his still half hard cock, his manhood slick with his jism. A large dollop spilled from the spent rubber onto his furry belly, and I scooped it up with my finger, and rubbed it across his moustache and goatee. I watched his seed clot onto his whiskers, now shiny and glistening wet. Mark breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of his own seed, his own sweat, his own exhausted lust.
Mark's hand gripped my still stiff cock, his hand hot and firm. He held me tight for a minute, as his mind came back from where he had gone when his cock had exploded, until his breath calmed, his heart slowed. He sat up and slowly laid me down on the ground, taking my eager cock tenderly into his cum-wettened mouth, his jism wetting my shaft.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he swallowed me, until his beard tickled my balls, his head buried deep into my crotch, his hand cupping my swollen, hard balls. He began his dance again, this time with his lips and his tongue, and danced with me until I was thrashing and moaning across the ground, sweat pouring from my furry pits and my hard chest. And, all too soon, I too, joined Mark in that electric jolt of white lightning that hurled me off my own cliff of desire and lust.
At last, I lay exhausted, spent, in Mark's muscled, furry arms, listening to the beat of his heart, and the plaintive cry of a loon.
Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.