I know I am a little behind on the whole four day posting but things came up... I hope you enjoy it none the less. :-D
Everything felt right in this moment; his body against mine, the aura of the moonlight shining down upon us, the slight snowfall that dropped over us as we kissed, it all felt perfect. We were both nude in the hot tub, Michael's rugby body resting against the edge, by running Frisbee body. Each kiss seems to grow our bond, the chill of the air nonexistent as the steam rises off the bubbling water to encase us in its warmth.
As I sit ass planted on his erect cock, my legs braced against the underwater bench, I rub his hair back, the water dousing his wavy hair down to his scalp. While I do like him more with his hair dry, the dampness looks hot on him as well, the greaser look matching the spotted freckles on his face. No words are being said at the moment, us just peering into each other, the moonlight reflecting his love for me, the glow emulating our of his blue pupils.
Michael takes pleasure in the moment as well, allowing me to straddle away from him but still hold my ass over his cock, my muscles flexing around his pole as if the clench will hold me tight to his body. Running his hands across my pecs, he stroke the nipples, the cold air adding to the hardening factor, the sensation of each play astounding to my body. Leaning back, I close my eyes and let the snow go down on my face as Michael pulls me in. Kissing my exposed chest, he takes in my skin, kissing each sector of my body as if it is an excavation; working the areas in a methodical circular pattern.
It feels so great to have him pull me in, the warmth of his hands mixing with the water in such a way that the swirling of the pool masks the traces of his fingers below water but the moment he rises above the limit, the etching stencils into my skin love and compassion that only he could do. Everyone has their own way of portraying their care for another person and Michael right now is taking his own path, the fingertips of his hands working around my shoulders.
Opening up my eyes, I blink off the white fluff that had survived the heat of the sauna, the flakes melting the instant they hit the open air, either from the heat of our two perfectly meshed bodies or the steaming hot tub. Given the emotions that were running at the moment, I am banking on our body heat, every touch of our skin setting off new records for high temperature liberation.
Michael goes to suck on my left nipple, running his tongue round the rim of the circle, drawing a lazy spiral till his wet lips wrap up the tip, sucking the tender dimple into his mouth. Running my hands down his neck, I rest them on his shoulders, rubbing them in a massaging manner, allowing him to work his pleasure while I return the favor. Moving over to my right nipple, Michael nibbles the tip, pulling the skin off from my chest and into his mouth.
Moaning out at the bliss I am receiving, I strain my body out of the water, the cold not registering in my brain as I allow Michael to take more of me in. He takes the cue as well, sucking harder and extending his nibble into a playful bite, teething at the muscle the covers my breast. My cock presses firmly against his chest, the one part of my body that does not want to compete against the heat, it's fully erect stance shuddering into his body with every kiss, tug, and bite he takes.
With my ass resting at the waterline, Michael glides his hands down, wrapping each of them around the flesh to help prop me up against him. With a free left index finger, he snakes the digit nearer my hole, flicking the sphincter to widen it up. After a few good flicks, he starts running the line, crossing down my crack, putting pressure down into my hole each time he passes the crevasse. Then he sticks it in; his finger glides into my body slowly, but fully, the index pressing deep down my track to where he has his hand flat against the ass.
"Oh FUCK Michael!" I moan out as he makes the movement to start widening my hole. Looking down at him, I notice an evil glint in his expression, the knowledge dawning on me that he is planning to mount me. It is too late though to react, as he slips the finger out and grips my ass, lifting me up into the cold, brisk air. "MICHAEL!" I shout out as he stands up fully, my legs wrapping around him to try and keep warm. My struggling forces him to reconsider, him falling over to the other side of the tub, my ass back under the warm comfort of the jet stream, the cold thawing off my body.
"What?" Michael asks playfully, him now on top of me, his hand gliding out from behind my ass to my cock, stroking it as he rests at the waterline. Moving in to my chest, he kisses the skin right where the water meets, each peck spouting water at the same spot; a cute endeavor that feels great at the moment.
"You know what, you... you... you hot mess." I pull him up to me, his hand ripping away to grab my hair, his cock riding mine as we kiss. Taking a play out of his book, I slide out of the kiss and down to the waterline, forcing him to arch his back as I kiss a line down to his groin.
With his hands gripping the edge, I start to slide underwater, my fingers tracing his ass as I find his pipe, wrapping my mouth around it to suck. Granted sucking a cock is hard underwater, I try to make it work, having taken a long breath before the plunge. Swallowing what little water was between his crown and my throat, I deep throat the sucker, wanting to take it all in. Floating underwater, I envelope my face into his cock, taking another long suck before having to return to the surface for air.
Grabbing a quick breath, I return to the water, my tongue running lines down the shaft, the jet stream blowing its own load against my face, each pump against his body forcing me to receive six spurts of water alongside my face, the feeling exhilarating. Michael starts to face fuck me, rubbing his cock against my cheeks as I devil down and around his sensitive zone. After a good thirty seconds under the water, I return to air, taking in a huge breath.
With me still on my knees in the water, I rest my head against his chest. Lying there, I let him rub my hair as the snow continues to drop around us. Michael whispers softly out to me as a cooing comes from the woods, "We should head back inside soon. What do you think love?"
Looking up to him, I nod my head, moving over to turn off the heater. It might cause the water to freeze overnight but I am sure spending tomorrow night inside will be no problem. Michael stands up, the water dripping off his body down over me. His cock is flying high, and while I want to just suck its full glory, I am rejected as Michael starts to shiver, the cold already sapping his body.
Standing up next to him, I press my warmth to his, then usher him out. While the door is a mere ten feet away, it feels further, the crunching of the snow beneath our feet causing us to shiver in ice. Pressing up behind him, I share my body heat, rubbing him all over, trying to keep him from going flaccid. It is a futile attempt as we both shrivel up, our cocks retreating into our bodies in their effort to stay warm.
Moving inside, we head over to the couch. I shift to the fireplace, starting up the gas flames to reignite our heat that Michael and I had flowing between us. After a few clicks, the gas starts flowing and I move over to Michael: him lying one leg against the wall of the couch, the other resting on the floor.
Kissing his thigh, I work my way up to his cock, working it back to the full stiffness that was once glory and wonder. Michael just leans back as I pump his station, milking out his juices with every drive I make down and up. His release of a mutter moan informs me that he is enjoying the process, every motion I make sending messages to his brain that his body is on fire with excitement.
Working in a circular motion, I slow my movements, applying the force while twisting clockwise as I drive down, reversing the pattern counterclockwise as I return to his head. My fingers work his hole, returning the pleasure he granted me back in the pool. Widening his sphincter millimeter by millimeter, I start to slip in my fingers, first my index, then my middle to join it. The duo explores his anus, the tips rubbing his inner muscles, the contractions of me sucking his cock vibrating the walls of his insides.
"Hey babe, do you wanna... bareback?" I release his cock from my mouth as I toss the question to him, a serious question that we had not covered yet. I was so in the moment I probably should have thought it over a little more but it felt so right that my heart told me it was time.
Michael looks down his body, the glimmer in his eye saying it all. "Yes, but go slow since we have no lube." He informs me as he rubs my hair romantically.
I kiss down his groin, working to his balls then to his ass, propping him up enough for my tongue to lube up. My fingers had done a great job opening him up and with the assistance of my tongue; I hoped it was going to be a smooth entry.
Taking my cock, I take some of my saliva to lube it up, and then go to insert it. Michael moans out as my tip presses against his cherry, the pop about to occur any moment. His grip against the couch makes me worry that it is not right, the friction of my body against his too much for him to handle. After the gentle pop in, he collapses; his body mine for the taking. I gently move up further, my cock traveling into him like a locomotive into a dark tunnel, its light eager to find the end.
With every movement I make up, he groans out in protest, the fiery heat of friction causing an ecstatic twinge of pain against his muscles. "OH Chris! Please... It hurts."
Leaving my body in the position it is, I let him relax around my cock, his muscles forming to the intruder that has invaded his body. "I'll go slowly. I'm almost all the way in." I hush to him as I motion in further, the few centimeters taken to finally reach balls deep. Being in the position we are, him lying against the couch, me topping him with his leg over my shoulder, I can't go as far in as I would have wanted but it is enough for the both of us to reach a climax that we had not reached since we first had sex. "There. I'm all in. I'm not going to move until you want me to."
Huffing slowly, Michael winces his eyes, his bodily lube starting to flush against my cock. "Just... Take it... Slowly..." Reaching up, the movement causes me to pull out a little but we kiss in such a fashion that our lips make passion that matches the stars that dance out in the night sky.
Moving out a little further, I start to feel my precum act as its own lube, the liquid spreading around my cock as I drive back in, slowly but surely reaching back to the balls. Michael only looks up at me with a fire in his eyes, the passion of me topping him sending an inferno of nerves from his ass to his brain at such speeds that even his own brain is unable to comprehend what all is going on.
As I slowly pound his hole, I stroke him off, working my fingers into a circular manner. Each touch of my tips to his cock works out precum, the fluid working to smoothen out the stroking methods.
I can tell he is getting close, the tightening of his ass around my cock becoming more apparent with every drive I make in. The convulsions start to increase, his interior anal muscles tightening further up, their restrictions starting to flow down the track towards the sphincter. Increasing my tempo, I feel my body rushing full of blood, the urge to spread my seed in him so high. "OH god I'm going to cum Michael!"
I cry out as I work him out, our explosions timed so perfectly that when I blow my load up his ass he explodes over his chest. It is almost as if my cum had traveled through some unknown pipeline, working through his body to eject itself out of his own cock. He cries out as well, the feeling of my warmth in his body sending him over the edge, each spurt of his cum flying out over his chest.
Remaining all the way in, I lean down to kiss him, wrapping my hands behind his head to pull him up. Slowly, as we kiss, I start to pull out, him biting on my lip as I pop the top out, my cum oozing out of his ass down to the couch. Moving down to lie on him, I rest my cock against his, as if it wanted to tell his staff of the journey I just made inside him.
"That was... AMAZING." Michael sighs out as he relaxes into the sofa. I smile over him as I rest against his body. Our bodies connect, the cum already starting its solidifying process, an attempt to keep us from never breaking apart.
"I love you Michael." I whisper to him as we both start to nod off, the pleasure overwhelming our bodies to the point of submission. As we drift to sleep, the flicker of the gas flames dances back and forth, its own hot orgy sparkling back and forth in the darkness.
Waking up on the couch, I felt Michael's soft breathing pressing me up and down, our nude bodies still in the position from last night. My legs were intertwined with his, my head resting against his left shoulder. Flickering open my eyes, I look to see Michael is still asleep, the cute gentle face of his slumbering in his dream world.
Moving my hands out from behind his head, I gently make motions down his body, taking note of every inch of flesh, my fingers running from his armpits to his waist. His hands are holding me close to him, their fingers interlaced together in an embracement. Attempting to move up towards him a little more, I feel the crustiness of his cum holding me in place, a sign of his bond to me that doesn't want to be broken.
The solidified mess had spread about halfway up our chests, completely incasing our bellybuttons. Not wanting to wake him with the breaking of dry cum, I lie there and just look at him. His soft breaths are so relaxing, so calming that I almost fall back asleep myself. Moving my hands to his hair, I brush back some of the fluff, a haircut needed in his future. He looked cute with the couch hair, a mess of tangled strands interlacing back and forth to make a complicated web of locks.
"Hey babe." A soft voice speaks out to me, Michael fluttering open his eyes to look up at me. He shifts his weight under me, breaking the bond slightly; the crack audible.
I pull myself up to him more, completely breaking the cum, and kiss him tenderly on the lips. "Good morning." I rest back down against his neck, nipping enough to make him squirm.
Michael chuckles at the touch of my lips to his neck, his laughing bouncing me slightly on his chest. His rugby muscles flex at my impacts, each time I fall flat against him the muscle tensing up to resist the weight of my body. Resisting the urge to peck him further, I draw circles on his nipples, speaking up to him as I play around, "We need to get going if we want to have a full day of snow play."
Michael leans his head back, caressing his fingers across my head. "Well, yea. I would get up but I have a sexy beast lying across me. It might get sad if I move from my spot." He plays around with my curls; wrapping each one around his fingers like spirals.
"Well this sexy beast also has plans of his own. Now come on, let's get moving." I pat his chest and start to move off of him, taking note as to where I press off of his body. Standing fully nude in front of him, I make no effort to cover myself up, instead using my toned back body to entice him to follow me.
Michael rolls off the couch as well, his body rushing up to spoon me as we walk up the stairs to the shower. "Shower then eat?" It was more of comment than a question but Michael got the point as we headed into the bathroom, me turning on the water to warm.
Our shower together was great, each of us rubbing the other down, taking note to clean up any crusts that might have clung on. It was great to clean off, it felt even better to have someone help out, Michael taking his time to make sure that each surface of my body is clean; kissing it after the water had washed away the soap. While he kissed my neck from behind, he performed a reach around, running the soap around my groin, working a slight hard on from my cock.
I couldn't help but laugh, knowing he was playing around with me, teasing me along. "That's not fair." I giggled out, turning around and pressing him up against the wall, grinding my lathered up cock against his, spreading the suds over to his body. Kissing him softly, I move back under the water to wash off the soap, and then move behind him to allow him to do the same.
Stepping out of the shower, I toss him a towel, using a spare to dry myself off as well. I was surprised that I had not heard from Tay so, while Michael cleaned himself up, I went to look for Tay, noting that his room was empty. Moving into my room to get dressed, I tossed on some clothes and headed down to the kitchen to find a note from him: "Hey went on to board. I'll see you two later. Hope you enjoyed the night :-D" I took from the last sentence that Tay had kind of moved on from last night, me slightly hoping that patches were smoothed out.
The second day of snowboarding was a blast, Michael improving a lot on his movement. The slopes were a little more crowded than yesterday, it being a weekend and all. It was fun to zigzag my way through the newbies, amusing myself whenever one would fall over in front of me. In a way though, I felt bad for them seeing Michael in a few of them.
I had always kept an eye out for Tay, looking for his crème pink jacket, and a few times I swore I saw him but if it was him, he was so far out that I was not able to make a complete match. It was not until noon that I had actually seen him; Michael and I riding the gondola up to the top, Tay having just got off trip up. He noticed the two of us riding together and waved, and, in the process, almost wiped out.
It was cute the way he waved, his attention diverted just long enough to have someone fall in front of him and him not notice. I yelled out to him and pointed at the fallen couple, and had he not been so focused on the gondola, he would have hit them. After he recovered from his almost accident, he watched Michael and I unload and then waited as we came up to him.
After hearing of his trips down, Michael politely disembarked, leaving the two of us to talk alone. I opened up first, "Thanks for this morning. I don't want to lose you as a friend and I know it might have been hard. Tay, you mean too much to me." Hopping over to him, I hug him, leaving him stunned for a few seconds.
After I release him from my grip, Tay looks at me, then down the hill to where Michael had gone. "He had better take care of you Chris. So help me if he does what Kyle did, I will kill him. I swear. You really do care for him and I hope that he cares for you to the same level." Tay shifts around in his board, moving to start the ride down again. "Care to join me for a ride?"
The entire day was a blast, me reconnecting to Tay over the rift that had been created. It was hard for him when I was with Michael, Tay having become the third wheel but I did my best to make it easy on him. Given my history with Tay, at times Michael would become that third wheel himself.
That night, while Michael and I did sleep together, we were too tired and sore to really have sex. It was still nice to spoon with my boyfriend, but given our long day, we just wanted to relax and actually sleep in a proper bed. Michael took the liberty of being my back buddy, grabbing me and holding me close while his hard cock attempts to feebly enter me.
Our last day was very relaxed, a few good runs in at the slopes before heading back to the cabin to pack up. We wanted to get out before sun down, and with the weekend ending, preferably before all the traffic started piling out as well. As we drove down, the big topic in the car was the upcoming Furry Convention.
Michael apparently had grown a little more interested in it, me happy that he could finally relate to Tay in a way. Tay tried his best to explain more about what the fandom was but he wanted Michael to experience it first hand, so that he could make a judgment on his own terms.
While the enthusiasm levels varied in the car, the main consensus was that come next Wednesday, we were all going to have fun.
Ahem... Well then... Now for the Further Confusion Furry Con? It will be a blast! I might be a bit longer on posting but it is to do my best on accurately portraying the fandom as best as possible.