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A Weekend Away, Part 1
Keith had been gone for nearly a week, a big business trip, four cities in five days, making presentations on his company's newest product line. He had been working on the details of the presentation for a month, pulling twelve hour days, six or seven days a week.
The airport was its usual chaos, but I managed to pull to the curb outside of the baggage claim, and Keith greeted me with a wave and a grin, and literally leaped into the front seat, throwing his bag in the back. He stripped off his suit coat, and tossed it on top of his bag.
"Lord, I'm glad to be back," he said, as he pulled off his tie and undid a second button on his white shirt, a bit of his curly chest hair poking out. His recently clean shaven face had a healthy five o'clock shadow, and I remembered how he looked in a beard just a few weeks ago, his curly, coarse whiskers covering the lower half of his rugged face, marching half way up his cheeks. He'd shaved his beard just before the trip, his boss suggesting that a clean-shaven Keith would make a better presentation, a "clean cut" image of the company.
"You gonna grow that beard back, Keith?" I asked, as I watched him rub his hand over his face, and look at himself in the vanity mirror in the visor. "You know how I like my lover to be a bearded man."
"Yeah, I am," Keith replied. "You know, that 'clean shaven look' crap of my boss was just a bunch of B.S. Most of the guys I spoke with at the presentations had moustaches, goatees, or beards. The guy we signed up for the biggest contract had a beard clear down to his chest, and a pony tail. My boss is just so behind the times. And, besides, no one cares if you wear a beard anymore, anyway. At least not in our business."
"I didn't shave this morning. Our last meeting was cancelled and I was just sick of shaving, anyway. And, besides, I wanted to get a start on growing it back," Keith added, rubbing his hand over his sandpapery chin.
"I get the next couple of days off, and then it's the weekend. Plenty of time to start a respectable beard before I have to be back at work on Monday," Keith added. "I hate those damned razors, anyway. I must have cut myself several times every morning on the damned things."
I weaved in and out of traffic, finally settling in on the freeway, just an hour from home. Keith unwound a bit, after a few more rants about his narrow minded boss, and the mind-numbing routines of business lunches, banquets, and sterile hotel rooms. He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, his strong, hairy wrists and forearms now flexing and stretching, as the tension of the week started easing away.
"I'm so glad you're home, Keith," I said. "I really missed you. I'm going to take the next few days off, too, so we can have some real time together. In fact, I've decided we need a little break. So, effective immediately, we are on vacation."
"I've made a few reservations, and, about an hour from now, you'll be getting a massage and herbal wrap at the Huckleberry Mountain Resort," I said. "After your massage, we are having a five course dinner at their four star restaurant. We're staying the night, and tomorrow, you're having an hour workout with a personal trainer, and then another massage."
"I packed your favorite weekend clothes, too, so you can relax without wearing your suit," I added.
Keith looked at me with amazement, and a grin appeared on his tired face.
"Oh, I think I can handle that, Sam. I've always wanted to go there, and I hear their food is fabulous. Several people at work have raved about their spa, too. I wouldn't mind working out a few kinks, and spending a romantic night away with you," he replied, with a bit of a laugh. "I've had my nose to the grindstone on this project for too long, and it's about wore me out."
I took the freeway exit to the mountains, and soon, we were driving along a beautiful river, climbing up into the foothills. Another half hour, we were at the spa resort, winding up a long driveway, enjoying the picturesque cabins and the beautiful Craftsman style lodge and resort. We checked in, and found our way to our cabin, with a large deck overlooking the river, and an ice bucket filled with an icy bottle of champagne.
"We'll wait on the champagne, Keith. It's time for your massage, and mine, too. We'll have plenty of time before dinner to enjoy that champagne," I grinned, winking at him, watching my lover take in the serenity of the view, and finally start to really relax.
Keith changed out of his business suit, into his usual jeans and T shirt, and we strolled over to the spa, admiring the view of the mountains and the landscaping of the resort. When we checked in at the spa, the receptionist handed each of us a glass of wine. We sipped the wine, and looked out over the pool and the weight room, watching a number of people working out and relaxing.
Soon, our masseuses greeted us, and escorted us back to our respective rooms. In a few minutes, I was happily lying prone on a large massage table, my strong, well muscled masseuse quickly finding my sore spots and "triggers", as he skillfully kneaded my back and neck muscles. The hour passed quickly, his fingers and meaty hands easing the tensions of the day and gently stretching and easing nearly every muscle in my road-weary body. All too soon, he wrapped me head to toe in a pungent, warm herbed cloth, drawing out the last ounce of stress from my now relaxed body.
I slipped into a day dream, my cock twitching at the thought of slowly stripping Keith bare assed naked, laying him on the bed in our cabin and slowly sucking his cock, until he exploded his jism, filling my mouth with my lover's juices, hearing him pant with lust, as I brought him to his first orgasm of the weekend. I stirred a bit, the herbal wrap now cooling a bit, and slowly dressed, anticipating that Keith would soon be in my arms, and in my mouth.
I joined Keith back at the reception area, a big smile on his face telling me he enjoyed his hour of relaxation as much as mine. The receptionist escorted us to a small patio overlooking a large flower garden and waterfall, pouring us large glasses of sparkling water. He urged us to drink our fill of the icy cold water, to flush out the toxins released by the massage, and to just enjoy our deep sense of relaxation.
'Hmmm, I'm starting to feel human again, Sam," Keith said, as we sipped the cold water, and felt the last relaxing tingles of our massages ease away the last bit of tension in our muscles.
Ambling back to our room, Keith was eager to open the champagne. I took two crystal glasses down from the bar, as Keith quickly popped the cork, the pleasant thud of the cork popping out of the bottle filling the room with its celebratory explosion. He filled the glasses, waiting for the bubbly foam to subside a bit, so we both had a full glass.
"Here's to our vacation," Keith said, as we clinked our glasses, looking into each other's eyes.
The champagne was cold, refreshing. We looked out over the valley, admiring the view of the trees and the distant mountains. I looked over at Keith, seeing his face now relaxed, the stress of his trip and his weeks of hard work ebbing away.
The stubble on his cheeks and chin was starting to thicken a bit, and I could begin to see the outline of the beard that he had worn for the last several years. Soon, his whiskers would grow enough that I would once again be able to run my fingers through the coarse beard of my lover, feeling the tight curls on his face against my hands, my lips, and, at least once a day, on my cock, when he would slowly make love to me, taking me into his mouth, bringing me to my climax with his thick, warm lips and experienced, wet tongue.
I reached over to Keith, taking his now drained glass out of his hands, and poured each of us another glass of the bubbly wine. I ran my hands over his stubbly face, feeling his short whiskers, sandpapery, almost able to move with the motions of my hands over his rugged, manly face. Then, I felt the strong, lean muscles of his shoulders, and his muscular pecs, and the chiseled ridges of his lean, hard belly, underneath the smooth cotton of his T shirt. His manly aroma mixed with the spicy scent of the massage oil, and the fruity scent of the champagne on his breath, filling my nostrils with a rich, subtle mixture, occasionally freshened by the piney smells of the forest.
Pulling up the bottom of his shirt, I watched the fabric rise along his belly and chest, smoothing and combing the curls of thick, black hair on his belly and his hard pecs, the color of his T shirt now replaced by the tanned, hairy skin of his chest, his thick, soft nipples surrounded by a thick ring of curly hairs, and the center of his chest thick with hair, the curls glinting in the light from the remnants of the oil left by the masseuse.
As I pulled his shirt higher, the thick, damp forest of his armpits opened up to my eager eyes, his damp, musty scent now strong in my nostrils, as Keith sensed my eagerness to make love to him, his own lust now free to run rampant. My lover now stripped to the waist, I stood back a bit to admire his chiseled, hard body, and the pattern of curly black hair accenting the hard curved of his muscles, thickest in the center of his chest, and then heading down over his hard belly to the top of his jeans, leading down further to where his fat cock and heavy balls lay, the faint outlines of their familiar shapes pushing against the cloth of his jeans.
My mouth watered at the prospects of tasting his hard cock, and running my tongue over his hard shaft and dripping cock head, his salty, yeasty juices tempting me to bring him to a quick climax, so that I could fill my mouth with his spicy seed, feeling him thrash about under me, his muscles tense and moving as he climaxed.
I handed Keith's full glass of champagne to him, watching his thick hairy fingers curl around the crystal stem of the ornate goblet, the rising bubbles in the glass forming a curtain against the fur of his chest, the pattern of hair, muscle and reddish nipples broken up into delicate patterns by the crystal goblet and the bubbles.
As Keith sipped from his glass, a bit of the wine spilled onto his chest, some of the bubbles catching on some of the hairs on his chest, and slowly dripping onto his stomach. I moved closer, tenderly licking up the drops of champagne, tasting his skin, and taking a side trip to suckle on his warm nipples, which quickly reacted by forming tight points of tender, hard nips, raw, eager nerve endings now hot on my tongue. My attentions caused Keith's glass to tremble again, sending more dribbles of wine down his naked, furry chest. Again, my lips and eager tongue lapped up the champagne, and necessitated yet another dance across his hard, hairy chest and red, inflamed nipples.
My hand slowly moved down Keith's furry belly and explored his still-clothed manhood, finding his heavy ball sack, now swollen under his thick sausage, his cock head dampening the denim cloth. His groin was now hot with need, as blood filled him, hardening him, readying him for my taking of his essence, raising him until his seed gushed into my waiting, hungry mouth. I felt his lean, hard pelvis push against me, wanting me, wanting to thrust and pulse and dance the ancient dance of lovers once again.
Keith set down his now empty goblet, and pulled me close to him, our lips touching, tasting each other, my moustache rubbing against the sandpapery skin of his stubbled lips and chin, his heat rising from his naked chest. His meaty hands quickly unbuttoned my shirt, his fingers brushing against the hairs of my now almost naked chest, as Keith stripped me of the shirt, so our skin could touch, bringing us both closer to the edge of our lust. He tenderly tweaked my own hungry nipples, until my tits, too, were hard and horny, matching Keith's nipples rising above the sculpted ridges of his hot, now damp chest.
I pushed him against the bed, gently backwards, until he sprawled out on the bed, his hard buttocks and strong thighs draped downward, his cock pushing upward against the cloth of his pants, his bare chest and belly rising and lowering faster now, with his eagerness to complete our union. I knelt down between his thighs, grabbing his belt, and slowly undoing the buckle, the top button, as his cock pushed hard against the cloth, his pre-cum now soaking a larger spot of cloth with its yeasty juice.
I ran my tongue over the cloth, tasting his juice just a bit, savoring its delicate, salty flavor, breathing my hot breath over his cockhead, his shaft, and his rising balls, so that he could feel me close to him, so he could anticipate what was ahead of him, and how I was going to bring him to his climax, to free his balls of his jism, and bring him to the top of his mountain.
Slowly, I pulled his zipper down, exposing thick tufts of his wiry curls of hair, and the thick shaft of his cock, his rich, musty moisture of his crotch now filling my nostrils, mixing with the yeasty salt of his pre-cum juice, and the faint clean odor of soap. My tongue ran along the silky skin of his expanding cock shaft, heat now rising from his almost naked groin, the curly hairs of his manhood catching in my moustache.
Keith's jeans slowly slipped off his muscled groin and thighs, and off of the sculpted curves of his butt cheeks, until his balls came into view, bunched in their furry sack underneath his now fully erect cock, his cheeks opening slightly to expose the pink, wrinkled rosebud of his hole, surrounded by short curls of his downy ass hair. His cock rose high above his balls, growing and throbbing, a thin line of pre-sum oozing down, forming a thin strand of juice that ended in a few curls of the hair on his balls, glistening in the late afternoon light.
He looked down at me, over his strong, hairy chest, rising now faster with his eagerness and excitement, his furry belly, and his thick, meaty cock, waving in the air. I could see his grin, his smile, as I took one of his balls into my mouth, and began to slowly suckle on the hairy sack and hot nut, feeling the thick texture of his sack, tasting the musty sweat, my chest now hard against the thin, nearly hairless soft skin of his inner thighs.
Keith moaned, throwing his head back, raising his arm and draping it over his eyes, as he absorbed the sensations of my wet sucklings on his balls. The thick, now wet strands of his armpit hairs shined in the light, and I could smell his manly lusty sweat, as he moved about the bed, moaning and asking for his release from my work, my tongue now rolling both of his balls in their furry sack in my wet mouth.
Moving up, I wettened his hard shaft with my lips, exploring each inch, each nerve of his cock, until his drenched cockhead passed through my lips, his shaft now filling my mouth, my moustache brushing against the thick hairs of his cockroot, my hand now cupping his ball sack, filling his brain with my rhythmic attentions to his need. I felt his seed rise high in his balls, his back now arched, his muscles tensed with desire, short moans and whimpers softly escaping his lips, as I played my song on his love flute, until the tune had reached its crescendo, until his balls spewed their load, shooting his thick streams of cum the full length of his hard, massive cock, filling my mouth with his pearly seed.
Keith thrashed and moaned, his breath coming in quick gasps and moans, as rope after rope of his juice filled my mouth, and spilled out, running down my beard onto the thick pelt of hair of his crotch and belly, until my face and Keith were soaked in his cum. I moved up to kiss him, letting Keith taste his seed on my lips and tongue, until bits of his cum wettened his stubbly chin, bits of white cum against black whiskery stubble, the yeasty odor filling both of our noses with his love scent, mixing with the lusty sweat that drenched Keith's furry pits and chest, as he reached his climax and shot his load, sharing his manly, lustful juice with his lover.
He reached down to slide off my sweat pants, quickly baring my own naked butt cheeks, and my aching, hard cock, his strong hands deftly exploring every muscle, every crevice and nerve in my body. Keith cupped my own full balls with his fingers, feeling my heat, my own lust. He pulled me up, sliding my now bare ass over his spent cock, cum soaked belly and onto his sweaty, hairy chest, until my thighs gripped his shoulders and face, until his mouth took in my throbbing, oozing cock. His strong arms pushed my hard into his face, my groin bouncing hard, rapidly against the stubble of his chin and jaws, my cock buried deep into his mouth.
I gasped, trying to slow my lover down, to take my time in rising to my own climax, but also wanting to cum now, quickly, to meet the urgent demands of my hairy lover, as he pushed me hard against his face, my cock now on fire, as he hungrily sucked me, his urgent hands and arms pushing hard against my butt cheeks, again and again, my hips now hard, thrusting into his mouth, each stroke rubbing the length of my cock with his warm wet lips and darting tongue. My fire spread from my balls and up the length of my manhood, until my cock head was ablaze, until I could no longer take even another push into Keith's mouth, until my balls exploded, sending my own jism deep into the maw of my lover, my seed coating his tongue, overflowing his lips and spilling down his stubbled chin into the thick curls of his sweaty chest.
Softly, he held my now spent cock in his wet, cum soaked mouth, until the last of my blood drained from my exhausted cock, his tongue tenderly taking the last of my jism from the tip of my tool, sending yet another spasm of pleasure up my spine and into my overwhelmed, satiated brain. Sweat poured from my armpits and down my still heaving chest, dripping into Keith's sweaty, cum splattered chest hair, the cum now sticky against our skins.
"Wow, that was some appetizer, partner. Now, I'm ready for the rest of the feast."
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear