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Closed For Christmas, Part 3
That Christmas morning, I woke up in Jake's strong arms, his breath warm on my chest hair, his beard pressed firmly against my shoulder. I could feel the hardness of his morning woody against my thigh, as I pushed the comforter away from me, our heat too intense, as sweat had begun to pool in my armpits.
My own cock stirred, remembering how Jake had tied me in his hammock like ropes from the ceiling last night, then swung me like a toy, penetrating my ass with his stiff cock, until I shot my load all over my belly and chest, feeling him dump his load into my hungry ass, as we celebrated our first Christmas as lovers. I could still feel the slight squeaks of the ropes, and the darkness of my blindfold, my brain envisioning what my lover was doing to my body, as I felt him wander freely all over me, my hands tied helplessly above me, exposing me totally to his every whim and desire.
As I opened my eyes to the faint early light of the dawn, I began to grasp Jake's hard cock, and felt his manly, hairy balls hot between my fingers, his large balls lying loose in his ball sack. I rubbed each of his nuts between my thumb and finger, feeling his jewels, hefting them in my fingers and palm, testing their weight, feeling their potency, their need to explode this early Christmas morning.
Jake began to stir a bit, as my hand grasped his manhood and my fingers held his nuts, and I gently pushed him back, until he lay flat on the bed, exposing his groin to my hands, and my hungry mouth. I straddled him, my own needy cock and balls now over his bearded face, as I opened my mouth, to take his manhood deep into my throat, filling me with his morning strength, his need to again shoot his cum and find his release.
I could smell his strong manly odor from his furry armpits, our night of lovemaking, his musty scent, the mixture of our cum from last night, now dried in small patches on our muscular chests and bellies. There was also a faint odor of whiskey from our Christmas cheer, and the faint odor of wood smoke from the pellet stove that had warmed our love nest last night, as Jake rocked me back and forth to reach our climaxes.
With one hand, I cupped his ball sack, again feeling and testing each ball, stroking the hairs of his ball sack, until I knew each wrinkle of his sack, each hair, and each of his balls as if they were my own. My other hand rimmed his hole, exploring his tight, wrinkled entrance to his chute, finding the nerves of his rosebud, and the large bundle of nerves lying tight under the hairy skin between the base of his balls and his hole, until his entire groin was on fire with lust.
I could feel his breath rise, and my nostrils filled with the new, strong scent of his lusty sweat, as he began to writhe below me, rising to his release, finding joy and need in the rhythm of my pumping and licking of his hard cock in my mouth, his pre cum now beginning to satisfy my morning need for my lover, to fully taste and hold him in my mouth, as he began to reach his explosion.
Jake reached up with a finger, to rub my moustache and my stubbled face, my almost-a-beard that ran from my cheeks, my chin, my jaw, and down my neck, almost blending into the tight, black curls of the thick pelt of hair covering my chest. It was my second day without shaving, and I'd decided to keep my promise to Jake to let my beard grow, to finally be a bearded bear.
"Mmmmmm, I love a bearded lover, taking me deep in the morning," Jake sighed.
Jake began to hold my hips tighter to his neck and hot, hairy chest, as his lips grasped my own needy balls, until his lips and tongue began to taste and explore my own ball sack. I could feel Jake take each of my balls into his mouth, bathing them with his tongue, and then taking both of my balls into his hot, wet mouth, pulling and sucking on my balls, until my brain was filled with new fire, until I was nearly ready to explode. His bristly beard rubbed against my thighs, my balls, each curl hot against my skin, pushing me higher with my need to explode, to be released.
My lover then grasped my cock with his fist, and began to pump me in the same, age old rhythm I was playing on his cock, matching each of my pumps, each of my thrusts with his own hot, sweaty hand, as we slowly, almost painfully began our united climb to our climax, until our fire could not be quenched except by exploding our seed, cumming again, together.
Our mouths continued to suck and lick, our hands continued to pump and stroke, our hairy chests and thighs continued to thrash and wrestle with each other, as we rolled from one side of the king sized bed to another, as we continued to seek new heights of lust and satisfaction, our one mission to be satisfied only when we had drained our balls once again, our cock fire satisfied only by the shooting of our jism until we could cum no more.
We each attacked each other with new lust, new energy, as we both pumped our hips against each other, our mouths finding new ways to stimulate, to satisfy each other's lust, until we could take no more, until our cocks demanded immediate release, sending our jism flying, pushing and exploding, until we lay exhausted on the sheet, unable to shoot another drop of cum, unable to even breathe, as we slid down the rollercoaster of our morning lust.
We rolled off of each other, Jake's cum now dripping down my lips, onto my chin stubble, until it dripped into the hair on my chest. My own cum had sprayed Jake's hard, sweaty chest and belly, again soaking him in my seed. Gobs of our jism were nearly everywhere on each other's naked, gasping bodies, as we relaxed, our lust temporarily satisfied, the morning light bouncing off swirls of falling snowflakes now filling the room.
"We've got the cream, now we need some coffee."
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear