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A Weekend Away, Part 4
After Keith had sucked Ted's cock, eventually draining his balls of his pent-up cum, and I had cum in Ted's ass, we gently turned the spent furry stud around, and helped him lay flat on the bed, his cock still oozing the last of his spurts. His broad chest still shined with his lusty sweat, his breathing now slowing a bit, as he regained his breath from our sucking and pumping contest in the cabin.
Ted had joined us after our after dinner dessert and coffee in the bar, and the sexy bartender graciously accepted our invitation to sample some of his recommended dessert wine in our cabin. We had greeted him at the door, bare-chested, and quickly stripped him of his black tie and pleated tuxedo shirt, soon followed by his pants, and eased him into the hot tub, glass of wine in hand.
Our initial lusts satisfied, at least for a few minutes, I knelt by this big man's body, running my hands across his furry chest, rubbing my fingers across his nipples, after I had stroked them in rhythm with my thrusts into his ass a few minutes ago. The fiery points of his tits again perked up, into hard nubs, as I rubbed the curly fur of his chest and his stiff nipples.
Ted's thick, curly beard covered the lower half of his lean, masculine face, and my hands wandered through those curls, feeling the soft hair, and the hard jaw underneath his beard.
"Hmmm, I love the feel of a nice, thick beard," I said. "Almost as much as I love the feel of my hard cock in a nice, tight ass, my balls bouncing against a man's butt cheeks and balls."
Ted laughed, nodding at my comments.
"I like to be on the receiving end of that work, partner. You did a great job, and I sure appreciate your fine work, both of you, bringing me to the best orgasm I've had in a long, long time," Ted replied, his hand now exploring my naked thigh, rubbing my hairy skin, and moving higher, nearing my still exhausted balls and cock.
"We should take care of Keith, though. He did a lot of the work, and didn't get his reward," Ted said.
"Oh, Keith would like that," I said. "But, he really likes it a little rougher than he lets on. It's Keith's fantasy night anyway, so I think we need to help him out a bit here."
I reached under the pillows and pulled out a long, soft nylon rope, and pushed Keith over on his stomach. His cock was still hard, especially after watching me cum in Ted's ass and after Ted shot his wad deep into Keith's eager mouth, Ted's cum still running down Keith's stubbled chin and onto his furry chest.
Quickly, Ted and I tied Keith's wrists together behind his back, thrusting his chest forward, deep into the sheets on the king sized bed. We took the end of the rope and secured his ankles with the rope, making sure his legs could still open wide, so we had full access to his ass, his balls, and his fat cock. We pushed him back over on his back, his arms pinned behind him, his naked chest fully opened up, and his knees opened wide, exposing his hard cock and furry balls to our every desire.
"We might as well gag you, too, Keith. You always want to moan and yell a lot when you're tied up like this, especially when I play with your balls and slowly stroke your hard cock," I said, as I stuffed one of Keith's socks into his mouth.
Keith nodded, his eyes glimmering with excitement and lust. He'd always liked it when I played rough with him like this, but he's never been tied up with anyone else but me, and his throbbing cock showed his appreciation for the experience of being tied up with two other naked, hairy men.
"Keith likes to not rush into his cumming, Ted," I said. "So, why don't you and I just play around on this bed for a while, and let Keith just enjoy the view. He can cum when we are good and ready for him to come."
Ted laughed, agreeing that he wouldn't mind fooling around with me, as Keith moaned and thrashed around a bit on the bed, hog tied and gagged. Keith's hairy chest glowed now in the candlelight, his lusty sweat soaking through the pelt of fur on his chest, and soaking his pits. I could smell his musty scent, mixed with the odor of freshly spilled cum on the sheets and our sweaty skin, and the faint odor of the fruity wine.
"How about opening up that second bottle of wine, Sam," Ted said. "You and I need to refresh ourselves anyway, before we take each other on again."
I readily agreed, finding our glasses, as Ted used his expertise as the resident bartender to pop the cork and pour the both of us another glass. We stood over the tied up Keith, sipping our wine, and commenting about the various parts of our bound lover, noting his uncut cock, and the large size of his foreskin, now stretched back over his cockhead, exposing his piss slit, the reddish head of his cock oozing a long thin stream of pre-cum, as the cockhead shook a bit, in time with the beating of his heart. Keith's furry balls were drawn up tight to the base of his cock shaft, thick curls of his hair hiding the thick root of his cock.
"Seems like Keith's growing a beard," Ted said, rubbing his meaty hands over the stubble on Keith's chin and jaw. "I like that in a man, a nice hairy jaw, and a thick moustache, with the whiskers draping over the lip a little bit. Feels good on my cock, when a bearded man is blowing me."
"Yeah, he shaved off his beard last week," I replied. "His boss wanted him clean shaven, in order to make a better presentation for a big business trip. But, it seems as if all the customers wore beards, and tonight, the vice president of the company offered Keith a big promotion. The VP has a nice goatee and 'stach, so I suspect the beard's going to be staying around a long time."
"But, I like a thick beard around my balls, too, so I'm glad Keith is growing it back. He's a hairy bastard, so the beard should fill in in no time," I added, as I rubbed my hand across the gagged lips of my lover, enjoying the sandpapery whiskers across my skin.
Ted and I tossed back the rest of the wine in our goblets, and moved towards the end of the bed, not too far from Keith's face, so he could watch us begin to enjoy each other. Our cocks had been restored by the refreshing cold wine, and, soon, Ted and I were busy exploring each other's cocks with our hands. Soon, our fingers were replaced with our mouths, as we moved around into a 69 position, making sure that Keith's face was only a couple of feet away, with a front row view of a hard cock and hairy balls being engulfed by a hot, wet mouth, moving up and down over a shiny, wet shaft.
Keith moaned lustfully, thrusting his hips and throbbing cock skyward, as he begged for his own release, for someone to take his lusty cock deep into their mouth, but Ted and I were content to let him remain in his lustful, horny state, watching his sweaty, hairy body move and thrust in time with our own suckings and pumps, his cock now releasing a steady stream of his pre-cum, until his thatch of hair across his groin was soaked, his juice mixing with his sweat.
Ted's strong arms moved me around, pinning me under him, as he spread my legs wide, opening my hole, spreading my butt cheeks wide, his cock moving close to my hole. I grabbed another condom, and tore it open with my teeth, and slowly rolled the sheath down Ted's hard, uncut cock, the lube on the condom mixing with my saliva and Ted's pre-cum, so that the rubber easily slid back and forth along his thick, red cockhead, and his hard shaft, the veins throbbing with lust.
Ted moved me again, just a bit, so that Keith would have a wide angle to view the taking of my ass by Ted's steel hard cock, Keith still moaning in lust and need. I reached over to gently fondle Keith's swollen balls, rubbing my hand over the hairy wrinkled sack encasing his full balls, feeling his heat. Then, I slowly ran my fist around his hard cock, slowly jacking him for three or four slow thrusts, driving him nearly to the edge of his release.
"Not yet, Keith," I whispered. "You'll have to wait for our guest to cum, first. It's only polite."
"Yeah," Keith chuckled, "you need to follow the rules of the three way fuck fest, Keith. The guest gets to plow the ass of one of the hosts before the other host gets to cum."
Ted pushed my spread thighs apart even higher, raising my ass off of the bed, until my legs were pinned underneath Ted's hard, muscular arms, his hands flat on the bed on each side of my chest, as he pushed his cock closer to me, the head now pushed against my hole. I could feel the heat of my lover's cock against my ass, feeling his strong thighs and muscular butt poised above me, ready to move into me, against me, taking me with the full length of his fat, throbbing cock.
Slowly, Ted moved closer, and I gasped, his cockhead, now half inside of me, my rosebud stretching, wanting this stud to be inside of me, to ride me to the end of this trail, until he had spent himself deep inside of me, satisfying himself with my hole, my naked, willing body wanting him to thrust again and again into me, until I, too, could find my release and cum with my lover.
The hard, throbbing cock slid into me, and I felt the curly, coarse hairs of Ted's groin push hard against the bare skin below my balls and around my hole, until he was fully inside of me, his balls rubbing against my own needy balls, his hard, furry groin and lower belly rubbing against my own hard manhood, as Ted started his dance inside of my, slowly, achingly thrusting and pumping back and forth, each time arousing new desires in me, his cock filling me with his strength, his manliness.
I looked over to Keith's now sweaty, shiny face, watching his eyes lustfully glued to the sight of Ted's fat cock slowly pushing and pulling its way in and out of me, watching two sets of balls dance in time with the thrustings, as beads of sweat dripped down my butt crack into my balls, the sweat of my lover and I mingling, in anticipating of the mingling of our cum at the end of our dance of lust.
Reaching over, I slowly fondled and groped Keith's sweaty, hairy chest, bits of Ted's first cum still clinging to the fur, pearly gobs against thick black hair. I took a good fingerful of the cum, and rubbed it into Ted's moustache, looming over me, as Ted kept thrusting into me.
"Take a good whiff of your own cum, Ted," I whispered. "Smell yourself, smell your essence, you stud."
I rubbed the rest of the jism across his lips, watching Ted lick his lips and my wet fingers, tasting himself, as his balls prepared to release yet another series of torrents of his man juice. His cock now moved faster in me, as he climbed to find his release, his balls now tight under his cock, his thrustings losing their slow, steady pace and becoming erratic, his trigger now about to be pulled.
Sweat from Ted's hairy chest and tight nipples dripped down on my own fur, drenching me with his musty, dank sweat, and I rubbed my chest with his juices, wiping my goatee and moustache with his sweat, breathing deep of Ted's smell of an outdoor mountain man, a bit of soap, and the light spices from the wine, mixed with the yeasty stench of lusty sweat rubbed into gobs of cum.
I took another swipe of the smelly mess on my chest, and rubbed it across Keith's stubbled jaw, and across his sweaty chest, making sure he could enjoy the manly aromas of our lovemaking, mixing our sweat and our cum. Keith nodded, signaling his delight, and moaning his desire to join us as we reached his climax. I reached over to Keith's throbbing cock, and started to jack him, to send him to his release.
"Wait on that, Sam," Ted panted, as he gasped for breath, nearing the end of his cock's hard and wet journey in my ass. "We'll get Keith off together in a few .... Minutes. I just want you and me to cum now, together."
I gripped Ted's sweaty, thrusting ass cheeks in my hands, pushing him hard into me with every downward thrust, as I gripped his cock tightly with my own ass, feeling the hardness of his cock pass over my prostate with every thrust and push, until my own balls were nearing their own explosion. Ted's fur rubbed again and again over my own hard, aching cockhead, until I was at the point of no return.
Ted moaned my name and called upon his gods, his hot cock exploding deep inside of me, sending a long rope of jism through his cockhead, pushing the condom into even a fatter sausage inside of me, and sending my own balls and cock into my own spasm of cumming, sending long ropes of my own cum through my sweaty, imprisoned cock, and out onto the sweaty, thrusting hairy bellies and chests of my lover and me. Again, we both spilled our seed, feeling the hot, slimy goo of our cum drench our bellies, and filling the rubber sheathing his manhood.
Ted slowly withdrew from me, falling to my side, panting and gasping for breath, his skin flushed red with his cumming. I reached over to slide the drenched condom from his now exhausted cock, taking it off of him and emptying his seed onto the thick curls of Keith's sweaty, waiting chest, mixing Ted's seed with Keith's sweat, and the remnants of Ted's first cum of the evening.
All three of us lay there, Ted and I regaining our breath after we had both spent our jism, our balls now drained, tingling with the feeling of release, of ecstasy, sweat now drying slowly across our naked bodies.
Keith moaned, struggling playfully against his ropes, begging for our attention to his lusty need, his cock still signaling its lustful desires by its twitchings, its erect, throbbing shape silhouetted against the wall by one of the burning candles.
"Seems like Keith needs some attention to what looks like a pretty health hard on," I said.
"Yep, it looks that way. I'll see what I can do for the poor fellow, at least from one end," Ted replied.
The bushy bearded bartender, who looked so formal and accommodating just an hour ago, as he served us our coffee in his starched white pleated shirt and black silk tie, knelt over the tied up and bound form of Keith, his naked ass spread wide, his fat balls hanging loose in their hairy sack, his spent cock still dripping his jism from his second cum in less than an hour. His hairy, muscular chest glistened, sweaty in the candlelight, as he straddled Keith's crotch. He tore open a condom with his teeth, and, with his strong fingers, slowly unrolled the sheath around Keith's hard, needy cock, until Keith's shaft was fully encased. Then, Ted slowly settled down across the hips of his newest lover, Keith's cock pushed tight against Ted's ass cheeks. Ted scooped up two fingers full of the mixture of his cum and Keith's sweat that had pooled in the shallow of Keith's muscluar chest, between Keith's hard, red nipples, and lubed his asshole. With another swipe of the mixture, he gave another coating of cum and sweat to the beginnings of Keith's moustache, and pulled out the saliva-drenched sock that had gagged Keith while Ted and I had fucked.
"Now, Keith, I want to hear you moan when I take you," Ted whispered. "I want you to beg me to fuck you, to shove your hard cock up my hungry ass. And I want to see your bearded face as you cum."
Keith nodded, whispering his agreement, his lust so intense he was almost beyond words, just wanting Ted to push down on his hard cock, to impale Keith inside of Ted, to bring Keith to his first release of the night, after Ted and I had both cum twice.
"Oh, Ted, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want you so bad," Keith whispered.
Ted reached down to tweak Keith's stiff tits one more time, and then spread his knees one last bit, until Keith's cock was buried balls deep in Ted's willing, hot ass, where my own cock had found its release just minutes before. I could hear the squishing of Ted's homemade lube around Keith's hard cock, as Ted began to move up and down on Keith's rod, finding a slow, deliberate rhythm, Keith's hips moving upward in time with Ted, trying to match the beat of his fucking.
Keith's arms strained against the ropes, his chest and shoulder muscles bulging with tension, as the big, bearded wilderness man above him moved down and up, pleasuring Keith's cock, and driving him to his long-overdue climax. Ted slowed, and then started again, wanting to prolong Keith's cumming, until Keith could no longer stand any further delay. My partner's hairy chest was now drenched in sweat, and Keith panted and gasped, every muscle straining for his release, as he danced with his new bear lover, riding him to the end.
Ted's now exhausted cock danced in time to the rhythm of Ted's hips, as Ted fucked Keith. His fat cock flopped soggily against his balls and slapped in time with his thrusts against Keith's tight, tense belly, bits of the last of his jism flying across Keith's furry belly and chest, tiny pearls of cum trapped by curls of Keith's fur, crisscrossing Keith's sweaty chest with spider webs of jism.
I reached under Ted's flexing, sweaty butt, finding Keith's nut sack, hard against his cock, his nuts jostled by the thrustings, his hair wet, sticky, as Ted's ass slapped against the fur surrounding Keith's cock. Cupping the tied up captive's balls, I fondled them, feeling the hard nuts inside of the sack in my fingers, feeling their heat, their need, their fullness. With several fingers, I ran along the thin line of skin dividing Keith's ball sack and ending at his hole, feeling the tight reservoir of cum that pushed against his sweaty skin, feeling the heat, the tension of his cum, and I pushed against that tightness, finding the nerves at the root of his cock, the triggers that would finally release my lover from his sexual bondage. Jolts of electricity responded to my fondlings, as Keith finally found his release, his moans and cries filling the cabin with his energies, as quarts of his jism shot out of his cock and into the still pounding ass of his new bear lover.
Finally drained, Keith collapsed in the arms of both of us, as Ted quickly untied Keith's ropes, freeing my lover to finally hold both of us in his sweaty arms, as the last of his jism drained from his spent cock, soaking our thighs.
"I can't wait for our workout tomorrow, Mr. Trainer."
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear.