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A Weekend Away, Part 3
Our balls were finally drained a bit from our late afternoon lovemaking, and Keith's thick stiff cock once again calmed down, after thrusting hard into my hole as we showered, filling me with his thick, creamy seed. We slowly dressed, managing to zip up our jeans over our love-hungry cocks and button our shirts over our hairy chests. Keith would look over at me, eyeing my body, licking his lips in anticipation of again attacking my lusty naked body, reluctantly buttoning the last button over his chest curls, and pulling on socks over his bare feet.
"We really need to get some dinner, Keith, so we can fuel up a bit before I rip off your shirt and maul your furry chest," I said, as I tied my shoe laces and pushed my studly lover out the door of our cabin.
"Yeah, I know," Keith said. "But, you really turn me on. I've only been gone about five days, but I can't get enough of your hard butt and big, thick cock. I suppose it wouldn't hurt not to be screwing you for the next hour, so we can have a nice dinner and keep our clothes on, just for a little while."
As we left the cabin, we noticed the hot tub on the back deck, overlooking the river.
"Hmmm, partner, we'll have to check that out after dinner. I could go for a bit of a soak after that long trip, and after what you will be doing to me after dinner," Keith said, chuckling at the thought of us getting naked and wet that evening.
We strolled up to the resort's restaurant, enjoying the sunset over the mountains, and the glow of the hurricane lamps on the tables. The maitre' d showed us to a table by the window, facing west, so we could enjoy the fire red and orange sky as the sun slipped below the horizon. Pink and red clouds filled the western sky, as we sipped the whiskeys and soda that Keith had ordered as soon as we had sat down.
Keith looked dashing in his plaid sport shirt, the top button open, showing off a few curls of his black chest hair. His dimpled, tanned cheeks and jaw were lightly stubbled, the whiskers darker and thicker over his cleft chin and upper lip, a few hairs glinting in the last of the day light. His lightly whiskered face already showed a clear outline of what his beard would look like in a few days, as his beard began to grow back.
His hair was a bit sun bleached, as it did every summer, the blond hair and dark roots highlighting the rugged features of his handsome, rugged face, and his deep sky blue eyes. He always had a smile on his face, his white teeth bright against the tanned skin of his face, and the darkness of his sandpapery beard.
The afternoon's drive to the mountains, the hour long massage and herbal wrap, and our frenzied lovemaking in the cabin and in the shower had all eased the stress of his frenzied business trip, and he was almost the relaxed, fun loving Keith I had grown to love and adore.
I had become pretty unwound myself, Keith's expert blow job having taken the edge of my own pent up lust, depleting my own stress levels of my own frantic work week. My hole still twitched, remembering Keith's taking of my ass in the shower, the feel of his powerful, rhythmic thrusts and long spurts of cum into me still tingled in my groin, as my mind's eye played back the scene in the shower as Keith took me, holding me in his muscular arms, as he had his way with me, hot steamy water pouring down our skin, his hot breath calling my name as he spurted his cum deep inside of me.
We ordered a plate of hors d'oeuvres: crab cakes, cold shrimp, and crisp garden vegetables, as well as a second round of whiskeys and soda, the sunset colors now deepening into an array of purples and magentas. The soft light of the hurricane lamps put a warm glow of light onto our table, our drinks, and the delicious appetizers, as we surveyed the menu to choose our main course.
Keith decided on prime rib, while I chose the salmon, which soon arrived. We dove in, famished from our afternoon of lusty sex in our cabin, and feasted on the perfectly prepared food.
Our waiter quietly appeared, bringing a bottle of the state's most renowned winery's best pinot noir, and opened it with a flourish, easing the cork out of the bottle with a few twists of his wrist.
"Compliments of the gentleman at the table by the fireplace," he said, as he expertly cut off the foil covering the cork, and swiftly eased the cork out of the bottle, and poured Keith a taste of the rich, opaque sapphire and amethyst colored wine into a beautifully hand-cut crystal goblet.
Keith picked up the wine to taste it, and we looked over to the table described by the waiter. Keith raised his glass in a salute to the man, who rose from his chair and began to walk towards us. He was sitting with another man and two women, and smiled as he waved at Keith.
"That's Gordon Pierce, the regional vice president of my company. He's two levels of authority over my boss," Keith exclaimed, as we both stood to shake Mr. Pierce's offered hand.
He grabbed Keith's extended hand and shook it vigorously, grinning and smiling. Keith introduced me, and I also received a hearty, enthusiastic handshake from the tall, handsome man, a guy at ease with himself. He sported a well trimmed goatee and moustache, and was obviously relaxed and having a relaxing evening with what appeared to be his wife and good friends.
"Keith, you did a great job on your trip this week," Mr. Pierce said. "I've been hearing from a number of customers this week, and they were all very impressed with your presentation. I don't mean to interrupt your dinner, but, well, I've decided to offer you a promotion to be my chief deputy."
"I'm so glad to have run into you here. I was seriously thinking of trying to give you a call this weekend and make you the offer," he added. "I'm not going to spoil your time here talking business, but give me a call Monday and we'll set up a time for lunch. I want to make you an offer I don't think you'll want to turn down."
Keith stammered his appreciation and interest, and Mr. Pierce quickly excused himself.
"Enjoy the wine. It's one of my favorites," the man continued. "Oh, and by the way, I'm taking the liberty of taking care of your tab this weekend at the resort - the whole weekend. You did such a great job this week; it's the least the company can do to show our appreciation for your outstanding work. Oh, and that includes you, too, Sam. It was a pleasure to meet you. You've got a very successful man here as your partner. He's one of our company's rising stars."
We stared silently at each other for the next few minutes, too stunned at Mr. Pierce's amazing appearance at our table and his amazing offer. Keith slowly broke into a huge grin, and began to chuckle.
"Mr. Pierce is one of the company's outstanding VPs, and I can't believe he even knows who I am, let alone wanting me to come work with him. I just can't believe my incredible luck," Keith said.
"Oh, it's not luck, Keith," I replied, as I poured both of us a full glass of the pinot noir. "You've been working your ass off this past year, and now, you're getting the recognition and the compensation you deserve. And, it's about time. So, just take it all in and enjoy it. You've earned it."
We raised a toast to Keith's good fortune and the great, delicious wine, which complemented the prime rib and the salmon. We plunged back into the amazing dinner, cleaning our plates and leaving us satisfied, yet willing to try one of the tempting desserts offered by our ever attentive waiter.
The waiter suggested we take our dessert and coffee in the bar.
"You'll enjoy the coziness of the bar. There's a fireplace, and the bartender is a really nice guy," he said, as he led us into the bar, carrying a tray with our desserts and coffee. "Besides, you can order a nice brandy or cognac, and that will be a great complement to the chocolate."
We settled in at a comfortable table next to the big stone fireplace in the bar. A big, well built man with a bushy beard and a handlebar moustache came out from behind the bar, his well-defined chest hidden by a white tuxedo style pleated shirt and a black tie. His large shoulders rippled underneath the white fabric of the shirt, as he helped the waiter place the desserts and coffee cups onto the table. His black pants outlined his muscular butt and I caught a glimpse of the outline of his cock against the top of his right thigh when he turned to the side to empty the tray.
"Would you gentlemen prefer some cognac or brandy, or a bit of Bailey's in your coffee?" the bartender asked. "My name's Ted and I'm at your service."
We both agreed on some Bailey's to go with our dark roasted coffee, and Ted soon reappeared at our table with a generous shot glass of the dark, creamy liqueur for each of us. We were the only customers in the bar, and we attacked the dessert, coffee, and liqueur with renewed fervor, soaking up the friendly ambiance of the bar, the fireplace, and Ted's good cheer.
We chatted with Ted for a while, finding out that he had lived in the area for a number of years, and was an accomplished guitarist and nature photographer, taking advantage of his days off to hike and to photograph the scenic beauty of the surrounding mountains.
When Ted excused himself to fill an order from the restaurant, Keith leaned over to me and whispered that Ted was a really good looking man and he wouldn't mind getting into his pants, and exploring what lay under that tight white shirt.
"Keith, that's been one of your fantasies for as long as I've known you, and you know I've always been interested in a three way with the right guy," I replied. "Maybe this is our chance. I don't see a wedding ring on his finger, and he hasn't mentioned a girlfriend."
In a few minutes, Ted returned with a refill on our coffee, and we asked him more questions about his photography and what he liked to do for fun. After several questions to Ted about his spare time and his life, we still hadn't heard any mention of any romantic interests. We made a couple of comments that referred to Keith and me as a couple, and Ted reacted positively and with acceptance. Then, Keith turned the conversation to inviting Ted over to the cabin to enjoy the hot tub.
"I'm not supposed to fraternize with the guests, you know, at least during work hours," Ted said. "But, you're the only customers now, and I'd be closing the bar when you left. After that, I'm on my own time."
"We could pick up a bottle of whatever you might recommend, and take it back to the cabin. We'd need your advice on how to really enjoy the liquor," Keith replied.
Ted took us up on the invitation, and suggested we get a bottle of a special white wine of the region, one people enjoyed as a dessert wine, but not too sweet. We were soon on our way, with Ted promising to be at our cabin as soon as he balanced out the till and shut down the bar.
Keith and I strolled back to the cabin, our dessert wine under his arm, as we enjoyed the starlit sky and the fresh smell of the trees and the nearby sound of the river.
"What an evening," Keith said. "It's been a helluva week, and now I've had a wonderful afternoon with you, making love and sharing a fantastic dinner. My career took a big leap forward, and I'm finally getting the recognition I've deserved for all my hard work. And, now, I think we're pretty close to realizing one of our fantasies. Ted is a sexy bear of a man and I bet he'd be willing to enjoy our attentions to his good looking body."
"Yeah, I caught him taking a good look at you a couple of times back there. I think he finds us to be an attractive pair, and he sure liked the idea of the wine and the hot tub," I replied.
When we got to the cabin, Keith lit a few candles and doused the lights. I flipped off the lid to the hot tub and set out several hurricane lamps on the deck, and found three crystal wine glasses by the mini bar. I stashed a half dozen condoms by the edge of the hot tub, my cock twitching a bit in anticipation of entertaining our guest. Keith stripped off his shirt, his muscular shoulders and the thick hair of his armpits glistening in the candlelight.
"Might as well get comfortable. And, it won't be too long until we're buck naked anyway," he said.
Keith walked over to me, embracing me with his big, well-muscled arms, toughened by his devotion to his weight lifting regime every week, and kissed me on my whiskered lips. He ran his hands through my beard. I could smell the spicy, manly smells of his armpits, his chest damp in anticipation of our bearded guest and some fun in the tub.
"Hmmm, lover, I can't wait to feel your beard rubbing against my balls," he whispered, as he began to unbutton my shirt, pulling it down over my shoulders, and nuzzling my hot, eager nipples.
Keith's stubbled chin rubbed against the hairs on my chest, the rough whiskers stroking across my pecs, catching in the curls of the pelt of fur across my hard chest. I ran my hand across the front of his jeans, feeling his cock swell underneath his zipper, his groin hot against the tight fabric.
There was a soft rap on the door, and I opened it to find Ted standing there with another bottle of wine, still dressed in his white shirt and black tie.
"Come on in and get comfortable, Ted," I said.
"You guys look pretty comfortable already," Ted said, as he set the bottle of wine down next to the other bottle and the three glasses. "Yeah, I need to relax and get out of these work clothes."
"Let me help, Ted," Keith volunteered, as he reached up to the knot of Ted's black tie, slowly loosening the knot and slipping the black silk away from the stiff turned down collar of the tuxedo shirt.
"Might as well get this shirt out of the way, too, Ted," Keith said, as he deftly removed the studs from the pleated shirt front, exposing a thick pelt of reddish curly chest hair covering Ted's thick, hard chest, and the curls running across his rippled abs to his belt.
I moved behind Ted, to help pull the white shirt off of his massive shoulders, my fingers running across the hard muscles of his deltoids and biceps, and then, lingering across the rippling sinews of his shoulder blades and the hard muscles along his spine. Soon, I tugged at the shirttails of Ted's shirt, until he, too, was stripped to the waist.
"You sure keep yourself in good shape, Ted. You must do more than just hike to have those kinds of muscles," I said.
"Yeah, I do, Sam. I work out a lot," Ted replied. "The resort has a really great gym, and I'm in there at least four times a week, pumping iron and using the running machines. I also work here as a trainer for the guests, too."
"Well, then, we already have a date tomorrow morning then," I said. "We've both signed up for an hour with the resident trainer."
Keith quickly opened a bottle of Ted's recommended wine, and filled our glasses with the clear, cold fruity wine.
"Here's to good health and good friends," Keith toasted.
"And to good times and new adventures," Ted added.
We sipped the delicious nectar, and continued our discussion on body building techniques and regimens. Keith invited Ted to check out his biceps and pecs, and soon, Ted was gripping Keith's muscular arms and chest, assessing his muscle tone and definition, asking about Keith's workout strategies. I moved next to Ted, giving my hands an opportunity to make the same kind of assessment, and soon, our hands had moved to each other's butt muscles and thighs.
Another round of wine was soon poured, and Keith suggested we take advantage of the hot tub, and get Ted relaxed after his evening of work.
"I didn't work too hard tonight, fellas," Ted replied. "I mixed a number of cocktails before the dinner rush, but you guys were my only customers in the bar, and you certainly didn't overwork me."
"Well, maybe not, Ted, but you still need to relax, and the hot tub is what you need. We didn't bring any swimsuits, but we're good friends already. Let's just strip off our pants and slide in to that nice hot water. Don't forget your wine glass," Keith replied.
We all slipped off our pants, Keith and I leering at the sight of Ted's muscular butt cheeks appearing from his black dress pants, his fat cock bouncing out of his shorts, surrounded by a thick thatch of curly reddish hair, so thick that it was hard to see his heavy balls supporting the root of his uncut cock. The hair was thickest at the base of his cock, and blanketed his groin, curling up in a wide trail of hair to his lean belly, and down under his balls to dust the crack of his muscular cheeks, lean and strong, the untanned band of flesh making a clear line against his tanned back and belly.
"Looks like you enjoy the sun, Ted," I said, admiring the view of this now naked bartender, his bushy beard curled around his mouth, the handlebars of his moustache shining in the candlelight of the cabin.
My mouth watered at the sight of his heavy cock, dangling between his legs and above his furry balls, his foreskin wrinkled, covering the tip of what looked like a substantial knob at the end of his manhood.
"Yeah, I get my share of sun out in the mountains," Ted said. "I hike a lot, and I always like to hike without a shirt. I'm not much of a clothes person, especially in the summer."
We slipped into the tub, the hot water drenching our hairy chests and furry crotches, our muscles relaxed by the heat and the gentle bubbles rising to the surface. Easing back, we were silent for a few minutes, enjoying an occasional sip of our wine, and the quiet of the night. A shooting star raced across the Milky Way, silently leaving a trail of diamonds in the blackness of the night.
Ted talked a bit about his favorite mountain hikes, several lakes that teemed with trout and good camping spots away from the crowds, places where he could find solitude.
"You seem like kind of a loner, Ted," I said. "You haven't talked about anyone who is significant in your life, so I'm assuming you live alone."
"Yeah, I do live alone," Ted answered, in a quiet voice. "I'm not really a loner; I just haven't found anyone to share my life with. Living up here, it's hard to find someone you really want to date, especially since, well, since I'm gay."
"We're gay, too, as if you didn't notice. It's not easy in the city to find a good partner, either," Keith said. "Sam and I have been together for a couple of years, and we needed some mutual friends to introduce us. We actually met on a blind date at an NBA game, though neither of us are real sports nuts."
"So, if it's hard to date out here, what do you do for sex?" I asked, throwing caution to the wind and, perhaps, letting the wine do a bit of the talking.
I couldn't help myself, sitting next to this handsome, muscular bear, buck naked, in a hot tub underneath the starry skies, sipping fine wine, my cock twitching with eagerness, ready to get some action going with this hunk, as well as with my lover. We both had been eyeing the strong, hairy-chested bartender, his nipples stiff against the hairy contours of his muscular pecs, his thick beard curling down from his strong jaw, onto furry hard chest. I'd seen enough of his meaty cock to want a taste of him, wanting to feel his stiff shank thrusting into my throat, as I tried to drain his balls. My own rod was stiffening just at the thought of being so close to this hot bear of a man, every bit of conversation making him even more desirable, as he relaxed with us in the steamy water, all of us enjoying the intoxicating white wine.
"Well, not much, especially lately. I had a fling with a ski instructor last winter, but he moved to the city to finish his master's degree, and I haven't heard from him for a while. So, I guess the correct answer is my right hand," Ted said, looking sad and wistful.
"We don't want to pressure you, Ted, but, well, Keith and I think you're one hot stud, and we've both wanted to take a good looking bear like you to bed for some time. It's one of our biggest fantasies," I replied. "But, if you don't want to get it on tonight, we can simply enjoy this wonderful wine, the hot tub, and good conversation, and that would be fine with us."
Ted was silent for a while, and a tear fell from his eye, rolling down his tanned cheek into the curls of his beard. Keith quietly refilled our goblets, as a cool breeze cleared some of the steam rising from the hot tub.
Finally, Ted put his hand around my shoulder. His meaty fingers felt hot, firm, against the muscle of my shoulder, his arm heavy, strong against the back of my neck.
"You guys are wonderful, "Ted replied. "I don't want to intrude on your relationship, as you seem so happy with each other, and that's a precious thing. It's a type of relationship I want for myself, and I don't want to spoil that kind of treasure for someone else. I guess, what I'm trying to say, is that I don't want to intrude on you guys, and I don't want to be the guy that spoils a great love affair."
"Enjoying your love, and your incredibly sexy self tonight won't hurt our relationship, Ted. We both have the hots for you, and we both think you're incredibly handsome and desirable. In fact, I'm having a real hard time not taking your cock into my mouth this very moment," Keith said. "But, we want you to be comfortable with us, too."
Ted blushed, his cheeks reddening under the curls of his thick beard. He looked away a bit, and then turned back to us.
"I've never ... I've never been with two men together before. I'm really not all that experienced as a lover, anyway. And, I,... I don't want to disappoint you guys," Ted stammered, his cheeks still aflame.
I could see his blushing spread to his wide, hard chest, underneath his pelt of thick hair that covered his chest, and ran down to cover the center of his muscular, lean belly. The churning waters of the spa obliterated his groin, and I strained to catch a glimpse of his meaty cock, and the fat mound of his ball sack. My hands ached to grasp his manhood in my hands, to pleasure him, to slowly jerk and fondle his cock until he spewed his jism in long, thick ropes over his sweaty chest, his jism oozing into his chest hair, coating him with his musty scented seed, as he gasped and moaned in ecstasy.
"You won't disappoint either one of us, Ted," Keith replied. "My cock is nearly bursting with the idea of making love to you, and I've been thinking all evening how I want to make love to you tonight. I'm just worried you won't find the two of us sexy enough for you."
Ted laughed, grinning at the thought of being disappointed by being groped and suckled and stroked by the two of us. As his chest shook a bit with his laughter, I noticed his nipples stiffen, even in the heat of the spa, the reddish tips of his broad nipples now forming hard peaks of sensitive nerves, my mouth drooling in anticipation of tasting them, holding them in my lips, rubbing my beard and moustache across the broad expanse of his hard, furry chest.
Keith leaned over to Ted, his arm wrapping around Ted's broad, wet shoulders, and drew Ted close to him, embracing him, and kissing him on his lips, Keith's other hand now submerged, moving up Ted's naked thigh, exploring the bartender's groin with Keith's eager fingers. Ted moaned quietly, as he moved closer to Keith, moving into the kiss, Ted's thick handlebar moustache flattened on Keith's stubbly upper lip.
After a minute, they parted, Ted letting out a long breath, and then breathing deeply.
"I guess that's a yes, my friends," I said. "But, let's get out of this hot water before we cook the body parts that we have come to dearly love."
The three of us clamored out of the hot tub, and Keith refilled our glasses with the last of the bottle. We slowly drank the wine down, steam rising from our naked, hairy bodies, water dripping down from our arms, hairy chests, and our balls, our cocks now large, fattening with our heated blood, eager to be taken by our lovers of the evening. It was quiet outside now, our cabin far from the ebbing activities at the lodge, the only sounds the quiet roar of the river below us, and the gurgling of the spa.
Keith grabbed Ted's hand, and gently led him back through the French doors of the living room, and into the bedroom of the cabin. I brought in the two hurricane lamps from the living room, and pulled off the down comforter from the king sized bed, as Keith knelt before Ted's naked, hard torso, and took Ted's nearly erect cock into his mouth. I moved behind Ted, fondling his thick, meaty butt cheeks, and ran my hands up the strong muscles of his naked back, feeling his strength, his soft, tanned skin, pushing my fingers into the thick, damp forest of his armpits.
With one foot, I gently pushed Ted's foot to the side, widening his stance, as Keith continued his slow suckling of Ted's cock, and I groped between Ted's now open butt cheeks, grasping his ball sack in my fingers, gently stroking the soft hairs of his ball sack, feeling the fat, hard texture of each of his nuts, his sack hot, damp, and beginning to rise against the hot root of his cock. Ted's hips began to thrust slowly against Keith's face, finding his rhythm as Keith began to draw Ted to his first climax of the night.
My thumb explored Ted's tight, shrunken rosebud guarding his hole, as I rubbed and fondled the tight skin, beginning to feel it relax, responding to my attentions, opening just a bit, so that my finger could ease its way in, clutched by Ted's strong muscle, his desire now voiced by the grip of his hole.
I slipped on a condom, one of the rubbers I had stashed near the hot tub, and sheathed my now hard cock, a bit of the lube on the condom slippery in my hand. Quickly, I rolled the length of the rubber down the full length of my hard, hungry cock, until I was fully grasped by the tight, slippery latex. Moving close to Ted, I pushed slowly against his hole, now wet and open a bit by the work of my finger, until the head of my cock lay at the gate of this new lover, ready to take him with all my manhood.
Ted moaned, urging Keith to suck him harder, asking me to fuck him, to fill his hole. I reached under Ted's muscular arms, sweat from his hairy pits now drenching his bushy pits, until I could grasp his stiff nipples. My fingers quickly stroked and fondled his tits, as my hips thrust forward, my cock now entering the tight gateway to Ted's hole. My now sweaty chest pushed against the hard muscles of Ted's back, my fur rubbing against his skin, sending my own nipples to their own hard arousal, my entire body now focused on entering and taking Ted with my cock.
I pushed slowly into Ted, until my entire cock was fully inside of him, the thick curly hair of my groin flattened against his ass, my balls bouncing with each thrust against the back of his ball sack, my belly and chest pounding against his back, as I began my dance of love into my new lover. Ted's own body moved forward with me, as he filled Keith's mouth with his own stiff cock, pounding against Keith's stubbled face, his own balls bouncing against Keith's black stubbled chin, matching each of my thrusts with his own thrust, his own dance to reach the stars, and to shoot his cum deep into Keith's eager, wet mouth.
Sweat poured down from Keith's thick armpits and furry chest, soaking my hands and arms, dripping down my belly until his sweat mingled with mine, as I pounded away in his ass, until, unable to wait any longer, I shot my first blast of jism deep into Ted, my balls shaking with ecstasy, with relief, until five or six spurts of my cum lay inside of Ted's ass, my cock now, for the moment, satisfied.
As I emptied the last of my jism into Ted, he exploded, his cock shooting his own, heavy, thick load of cum into Keith's mouth, his hips and butt pulling me hard against Ted's sweaty body, as he pushed deep into Keith, draining his balls, his cock on fire with pleasure, with his man seed.
Ted gasped; moaning with meaningless sounds and groans, as I pulled him back a bit, freeing Keith of the last oozing of Ted's spent cock, letting both of my lovers gasp for air, breathing again after Ted's climb to his reach for the stars in the night sky. I looked over Ted's sweating shoulders, to see Keith leaning back on his arms, against the bed, his own chest heaving, as several long strings of Ted's cum oozed down his stubbled chin into the thick hairs of Keith's furry chest.
The lamp lit room was quiet, except for the sweaty sounds of the three lovers regaining their breath.
"That was a mighty fine cocktail, bartender."
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear