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Closed for Christmas, Part 5
We attacked the prime rib roast with our hunger, carving big slices of the hot juicy roast, its savory smell filling Jake's house with its tempting, rich aromas. The smell of the cooking roast these last few hours had even distracted us, as we had spent much of the afternoon passionately satisfying our sexual appetites, as we had feasted on the afternoon's menu of hard cock, heavy balls, and a forest of fur and hard nipples, with an occasional stab into a wet, demanding hole. Jake's Christmas sleigh bell was nearly worn out, as it was repeatly called upon to sound the notes of our continuing desires for each other's tactile delights, and our lusty rhythms.
Our lust finally satisfied, at least for a few hours, we had finally moved our hairy, spent selves into the shower, rinsing off the loads of thick, creamy jism we has sprayed over each other's hairy chests and bearded faces. We donned our gay apparel, Jake's red Christmas lounging pants, and moved into the kitchen, ready for Christmas dinner.
I mixed a batch of Tom and Jerrys, as Jake cooked and mashed the potatoes, tossed the shrimp salad, and carved the prime rib, and we sat down to our first Christmas dinner together. We sat at the table, still bare chested, as we filled our bellies with the home cooked feast. Finally, with no more room, we pushed ourselves away from the table, and took our latest mug of the Tom and Jerrys, to watch the moon rise over the lake. We looked out on the moonlit evening through the French doors leading to the now-snow covered deck, as the last skiff of snow floated down, the storm now ending, and letting the moon light up the countryside.
Jake opened the door, and we stepped out onto the deck, for a few minutes, just to listen to the silence of the fresh snow, and feel the cold, powdery snow with our bare feet. Jake hugged me close to his side, as we stood there, taking in the magical scene.
"Ready for a dip in the hot tub, lover?" Jake asked.
I nodded, and Jake led me to the nearby gazebo, and lifted off the cover, exposing the hot, steamy liquid of the tub, overlooking the lake and the moonlight on the fresh powdery snow. We slipped off our Christmas pants and eased into the soothing heat of the water, the warmth soaking into us, ending any thought of doing anything constructive the rest of the evening. We sat in silence, taking in the beauty of the white evening.
In the silvery light, I watched the water cascade off of Jake's massive chest, the steam rising from his chest hair, and water drip from his thick forested armpits. Steam rose from his bearded face, the last of the water now dripping off his furry chin and the ends of his 'stach, as he pulled his naked butt up onto the rim of the tub, his ball sack and cock now briefly dangling before me, until he sat down. My cock twitched briefly, at the memory of our many sessions of sucking and fucking, my mouth watering at the thought of feeling his thick, engorged cockhead against my tongue, his pre-cum sweet and arousing.
Quickly, I followed his example, as the heat was now suddenly too intense for me, and I sat next to my lover, my arm around his wet, steamy shoulders, as we both looked across the lake, admiring the moon as it climbed above the trees, turning the entire view into a silver-plated panorama.
Jake reached over to grasp my cock, running his thumb up and down the length of my shaft, and hefting my cockhead in his palm.
"You're a beautiful man, Brad," he whispered, his voice seemingly loud against the stillness of this silent night, this holy night. "You've got an amazing tool here, and you sure know how to make a lonely man happy."
"You're an amazing lover, too, Jake," I replied. "You've shown me things I could only imagine."
He started to gently pump my now swelling cock with his meaty fist, once again arousing my lust, causing my balls to rise in their hairy sack, making me gasp in delight, as blood poured into shaft, pushing my cock against his gently pistoning grip.
I leaned back, my arms and hands now behind me, keeping my chest upright, my pecs now stretched, as my head fell back, my brain focusing on Jake's new attentions to my cock. The cold night air against my chest felt fresh, exciting against my nipples and my flexed muscles, my heart now beating strong with renewed desire. I spread my legs, my calves and feet still immersed in the hot water, allowing Jake even greater access to the center of my fire, his entire fist now slowly pumping me up and down, occasionally brushing my wet, hairy balls with his strokes.
My eyes closed, unable to focus as Jake inflamed my cock, I felt him slip back into the tub, his fist still gripping my manhood, until his solid shoulders pushed hard against my thighs, moving them further apart. He moved closer in, taking the tip of my now aching, steel shaft into his wet, bearded mouth, his tongue sliding and stroking every inch of my shaft, swirling around my cockhead.
No longer able to think of anything but my impending climax and the hot fire burning in my cock, I leaned even further back, every muscle of my shoulders, chest and belly now straining with desire, desiring nothing but a complete release of my sweet agony, and yet hoping that Jake's dance with my cock would never end.
After what seemed an eternity, Jake finally cupped my balls, and stroked the sweet spot between the base of my balls and my hole, triggering my explosion of every last drop of my cum into Jake's hot, demanding mouth. Hot lava erupted from my full balls, rushing through my cock, into Jake's ever demanding, sucking mouth. My aching shoulders and chest finally released their tension, sweat pouring down my pits and across my chest, every muscle fiber now fully spent and satisfied.
I collapsed on the deck, my back and head cradled by the several inches of fresh powdery snow on the deck, as I regained my breath. My eyes finally opened, and I watched my lover looking down at me, his bearded face split by a big grin, as several strands of my freshly ejaculated cum dripped from his lips down his beard, and onto my sweaty, still heaving chest.
He gently stroked the wet fur on my chest, rubbing my cum into my fur, slowly rubbing my tender nipples, sending yet another jolt of pleasure through my cock and brain, as the fires of my lust subsided, if only for a while. His warm hands filled me with an ease, a sense of calm that I realized I had been seeking my entire life, until this Christmas, until Jake became my lover.
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night."
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear