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A Weekend Away, Part 2
After we had both cum in each other's mouths, we slowly regained our breath, our lusty sweat drying a bit, as was the cum splattered against our hairy chests, and Keith's stubbly chin and my goatee, Keith's stomach rumbled a bit.
"Must be time for dinner, partner," I said. "We don't need reservations at the restaurant, but perhaps we'd be more welcome if we freshened up a bit. At least, we could wash the cum off of our faces."
Keith laughed, as he ran his meaty hand through the cum-sprayed hairs on my chest, across my belly and then playfully stroked my spent cock with his strong, hot fingers, drawing the last bit of my juice out of my rod, and rubbed the juice into the thick curls of my hairy balls and the thick hair surrounding my manhood.
"You keep that up, and we might have to forget about dinner out tonight and plan to eat in," I chuckled, as I rolled off the bed and dragged Keith into the bathroom. I turned on the faucet in the shower, and soon, steam was rolling out of the large tiled shower stall. Keith pushed me into the hot water, and was soon shampooing my hair, and tenderly washing my hairy chest and pits with a rough washcloth, expertly cleaning me up, until my skin was pink and tingly.
His attentions continued over the rest of my body, as he turned me around to scrub my back and my butt, and then leaned over to scrub my thighs. Soon, his fingers were exploring my now soapy butt crack, and he turned his attentions to my needy butt hole. Pushing slowly into me, Keith began to slowly massage my prostate, and rinse out my chute, sending pulses of pleasure into my balls and my now growing cock.
I felt his hot breath against my neck, as he pressed his furry, soaking wet chest against my back, his nipples rubbing against my shoulder blades, the thick hair of his groin stroking my butt cheeks, his once again hard cock pushing against my hole. Keith's breath started to come in short gasps and pants, as he quickly entered me, my hole still soapy from his fingers' explorations. He pushed slowly into me, until I felt the coarse hairs of his ball sack rub against my ass cheeks, Keith beginning to thrust into me with his hard cock, his balls now slapping against my cheek, as the hot water poured softly down my face and chest.
His strong hands gripped my shoulders, his hips rocking urgently against my butt, as Keith increased his rhythmic thrusts into me, his cockhead raking hot against my prostate. The steam, the smell of the shampoo and Keith's breath, still laced with champagne, filled my nostrils, as his balls kept slapping wetly against my ass, his cock, hard, wet, and hot, thrusting faster into my hole. His fingers dug into my shoulders, as we both felt his lust rising, his need once again firing his hard cock, as he quickly reached his climax, crying out my name as his cock spewed yet more of Keith's cum into my needy hole.
Keith's sweat drenched me, dripping down my back and butt, his cum oozing out of my hole and down the back side of my balls, the hot, sticky cream slowly thinning under the relentless spray of the shower. My lover's gasps slowly subsided in my ear, as his cock slowly slipped out of my wet, gooey hole, his fingers now easing from my shoulders, as he leaned hard into me, pushing my wet, soapy chest into the tiles of the shower.
"Oh, God, that was incredible, Sam," Keith whispered, as he finally caught his breath. "You are an amazing lover."
I turned, pushing my soapy, hairy chest against Keith's sweaty, hot just-climaxed furry chest, holding him tight in my arms, my moustached lips finding his stubbled face, until we kissed, the hot, steamy water pouring down our spent muscles, soap mixing with cum in nearly every crevice and fold of our hairy, hard bodies.
"I love you, too, Keith," I whispered back. "I've waited all week for you to take me in my ass, to feel your hard cock exploding in my hole, to feel your cum drip down my balls. I never want this moment to end, lover."
We held each other tight, no words needed to express our love for each other, until, finally, the water began to cool a bit, the hot water tank finally spent. We both picked up the washcloths that had fallen to the floor after Keith took me in the ass, and quickly cleaned each other us from our shower stall screwing, the last of our combined spurts of cum finally rinsed from our now spent bodies, our cocks finally spent, at least for this hour.
Tenderly, Keith rubbed me dry with a large towel, and I returned the favor, until we stood apart from each other, now clean and dry, both admiring the sexy features of each other's furry bodies.
I reached over to run my fingers through his stubbly face, feeling the beginnings of his whiskers against the shower-wrinkled pads of my hand.
"Hmmm, my bearded lover. And, what a lover you are," I whispered. "After dinner, I think I'll take you to bed and fuck your brains out, just because you're so damned sexy."
"Well, Sam, I'll take you up on that promise, and I'll be happy to give it my best effort," Keith laughed.
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear