Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 10:52:00 -0800 From: Oregon Bear <email@example.com> Subject: Guitar Lesson, Part 2 This story contains graphic descriptions of adult gay male to male sex. If this topic offends you, or it is illegal for you to read this, please leave this site. Guitar Lesson, Part 2 After Bill had come in my mouth, his first time with a man, I held him close, feeling his strong heart beating in his thick, hairy chest. He came over to my house to learn more about playing the guitar, and, breaking down, he had talked about his loneliness, and his love for men. He had known I was gay, the only openly gay guy in the company, and had wanted my advice on how to deal with his own sexuality. He had felt he could trust me, and he had admired me from afar for the last year. Now, we lay naked in each other's arms, lying on my bed, his muscular arm tight around my shoulder. I still tasted the last bits of his spicy, yeasty cum in my mouth, after sucking him deep, feeling his thick curly hair around his hard cock, as I took him hard, deep, and wet, his balls rubbing against my goatee with each plunge of my eager mouth. I moved over to kiss him on his bearded lips, opening my mouth just a bit, so that some of his own jism fell onto his tongue. "Taste yourself, Bill. Taste your rich seed, your very essence of manhood," I whispered, caressing his furry chest with my hand, tweaking his thick, hard nipple again with my thumb and finger. His nipple stiffened, as I pulled on the thick swirl of hair surrounding his nipple, feeling the heat rise from his still sweaty chest, the thick carpet of his reddish and black pelt of chest fur soft, damp in my fingers. Bill moaned with pleasure, breathing out my name, his eyes closed, one arm now thrown over his eyes, baring his wet, furry armpit, its musky, thick odor rising, filling my nostrils with his clean, horny scent. My cock began to rise again, turned on by this muscular, hairy lover now sharing my bed. I ran my fingers through his armpits, my fingers wettened by his sweaty pits, and rubbed my fingers through his beard, across his moustache, so he could smell his own clean, arousing smell. I moved down his furry body, my fingers now finding his thick cock, lying across the fur of his crotch, finding its thick, wide head against his hard thigh, the last of his jism oozing out of the tip of his foreskin. I scooped up a glob of his cum, and then rubbed his own seed into his thick, curly moustache, its yeasty, musty odor filling his nostrils with more of his own masculine smell. Bill moaned again, inhaling deeply, and let out a deep sigh, resonating through his large sculpted chest. "John, you've taught me so much, shared so much with me," he whispered. "How can I ever thank you for what you've done for me." "Well, you can thank me by fucking me in the ass, lover," I laughed. "I've wanted a good romp in the hay for a long time with you, and I want your hard cock. I want to feel you cum deep inside of me, pounding away in me, your hairy chest on top of me." I moved down his still damp body, and took his fat cock into my mouth again, running my tongue inside of his foreskin, running under the skin, feeling the heat and wetness of his cockhead, his wide piss slit, tasting his manly seed again. His manhood grew again, coming to life in my hungry mouth, as I felt his blood surge into his shaft, filling him again to his full size, his hardness now slick against my lips. Cupping his balls with my hand, I felt his nuts again, hard, full, his nut sack furry, hot against my skin. Rolling Bill on top of me, I opened my thighs and splayed them over his hard, muscular shoulders, holding his eager hips with my legs, pulling his butt muscles closer to me, until the head of his cock rubbed hard against my butt hole. I grabbed another condom and tore it open with my teeth, and reached under my lover's sweaty, furry groin, until my fingers found his hard stalk. I quickly rolled the latex down his thick shaft, feeling his hot cock in my hands again, feeling his renewed lust rising in his hard cock, and his balls, now firm underneath his cock. The hairs of his nut sack rubbed against my butt cheeks, as Bill entered me, his hips pushing and my hands on his butt cheeks pulling him deep into me, until he was all the way in, his balls rubbing hot against my ass. My bearded lover gasped and moaned, his hot breath strong against my stubbled cheeks and goatee. His eyes were closed, his entire being focused on the sensations of his cockhead, as he entered me for the first time, his first night as a lover of men. Sweat dripped from his forehead, down into his beard, and then dripping onto my face and the fur of my chest. Bill breathed deeply, filling his chest with the warm summer night air, as he began his love dance. His hard nipples rubbed against the fur on my chest, our sweat mingling, as he pushed into me, setting my entire body on fire, his hard cock rubbing tight against my prostate, his thick bush and hard belly hard against my once-again stiff manhood. He pounded harder into me, his hips finding their rhythm, his cock finding its path to its own climax, as his chest and armpits broke out into a fresh, lusty sweat, his face and chest now flushed with lust. "Oh, John, I'm gonna cum," my bearded lover whispered, his teeth clenched with tension, his balls slapping loud, wet against my ass, with each thrust of his butt. I grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands, pulling him harder, tighter against me, into me, as Bill's regular thrustings broke into a frenzy of thrusts and thrashings, until, with one final hard pounding of my ass, he broke loose, shooting and exploding his second cumming, his balls emptying their load deep inside of me, his cock a blur of motion as he shot his load. His jets of cum and spasms of orgasmic ecstasy against my prostate triggered my own release, as m cock emptied itself hard, shooting fountains of my own jism onto our sweating, pounding bellies and chests, my cum mixing roughly with our sweat, rubbed into our curly hair by the last of our thrusts, until we were both coated with our sweat and our cum. Bill rolled off of me, exhausted, spent, his breath still coming in ragged gasps, the last of his orgasm now fully draining his balls. He gripped me tight with his muscled arm, holding my wet, cum soaked chest next to him, our breath slowly returning to normal. The odor of our cum and our sweat filled the room with the last of our drained lust. He turned to me, tears streaming down his face, soaking his beard. I held him close, feeling his sobs deep against my chest, as my lover experienced a new release, this one much deeper than when he shot his cum deep inside of my ass, emptying his balls with his seed. Now, he released the stress of all of his emotions, the stress of living alone as a gay man in a harsh, often unforgiving world. With each sob, he opened the spigots of his many years of his repressed sexuality, his stifled sexual needs. Slowly, between sobs and tears, he told me of his pain, his loneliness, and the repression he felt from his family, from so called friends who mocked and shunned him. Finally, my chest soaked with his tears of pain, his sobs eased, and he was able to talk without a voice tight with emotion, and rage at the bigotry and hatred he had experienced. "I've never made love with a man before, John," he whispered. "It was more beautiful than I had ever imagined, ever hoped for." "You are a beautiful man, Bill," I replied. "You're a very sexy bear of a lover, and I've been lusting for you for a long time." Bill's stomach rumbled, filling the bedroom with a loud series of deep notes. The sound startled both of us, causing us to break out into laughter. Here we were, two naked men, two lovers who had just had a serious emotional cry, now finding humor from the noise of an empty belly. "Well, we better feed that thing, before it gets angry enough to eat us," I joked. "I'm hungry, too." I pulled Bill into the shower, soaping him down and scrubbing his furry body clean of the last of our lusty sweat and thick gobs of cum that had turned to glue on our fur. Bill grabbed the soap and began tenderly washing me, exploring my body and feeling each crevice, bulge and thatch of hair. He began to laugh and play in the water, enjoying himself and wearing nothing but a big grin as he rinsed the last of the suds from my furry crotch. "God, this is fun," he laughed. "I've never felt so relaxed, so at ease with anyone before, John." "Well, Bill, you're a lot of fun, too, as well as a great fuck," I replied. "Now, let's get some food in us and then we can have another lesson. Guitar lesson, that is." "I'm hungry as a bear, John, and I'll take you up on that guitar lesson," Bill chuckled. "But, I'm hoping you'll give me another lesson after we go to bed tonight. You're a really good teacher." --- Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.